Training

The days that followed Fiona’s audacious WeWork striptease were a whirlwind of preparation. While the echoing chuckles from the techies next door still haunted her, the situation demanded focus. It wasn't just about getting comfortable in her skin; it was about stepping into Jasmine’s world, all while dodging the ever-watchful eyes of BOOBS.

Agent Cherry Ember took Fiona under her wing, overseeing every facet of her transformation. This included introducing Fiona to Agent Marina Winters, a statuesque blonde with icy blue eyes. Marina was the double agent, their inside source from BOOBS.

“Fiona, meet Marina,” Ember gestured toward the blonde, “She's been undercover for months. If anyone can prep you on Jasmine's quirks and the internal workings of BOOBS, it's her. I believe you guys have met already"

Fiona went to explain that she had not met Marina before, when she looked closer, realizing that this was the double agent that spared her, without the mask and with some clothes. Fiona said, "I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you! You know, you looked very, um - " Fiona stumbled.

"Naked?" Marina completed.

"Very different." Fiona finished, flushing red.

Marina extended a hand, her nails painted a fierce shade of red. "I'm undercover as one of the infamous 'Jasmine's Jezebels. And well, the team is made in the image of its creator. So we dress exactly like Jasmine, but without faces and with some guns."

Fiona took Marina's hand and shook it. Marina continued, "We'll get you ready. But first, we need to ensure you’re not just looking the part, but feeling it."

And thus began Fiona's intensive 'Nudist Boot Camp'. Marina, with her insider knowledge, shared invaluable intel. They practiced everything, from Jasmine's haughty strut to her specific way of tilting her head when she felt challenged. However, Marina's most vital lesson was teaching Fiona the art of feeling invincible in her nakedness, transforming vulnerability into strength.

Post the demanding 'Nudist Boot Camp', Fiona felt she had been run through the wringer. And although each day was mentally exhausting, there was a peculiar sense of liberation taking hold. Yet, her proclivity to blush at the slightest provocation hadn’t faded one bit. And as fate would have it, she was about to face her most blush-worthy challenge yet.

Their final training day concluded with Marina’s suggestion to unwind in the hotel spa’s private hot tub. Fiona was apprehensive, her imagination painting scenarios of potential mortification. But Marina, with her infectious grin, persuaded her.

Immersed in the soothing waters, Fiona’s tension melted away. The comforting bubbles provided a semblance of coverage, allowing her to momentarily forget her lack of attire. They chatted, laughed, and Fiona felt a bond forming.

But the cosmos apparently loved throwing curveballs Fiona's way.

Emerging from the tub, Fiona's heart sank. Her neatly folded clothes were gone. Instead, a note lay in their place: "Channel Jasmine, embrace the journey. Room 412. - M."

As realization struck, Fiona's face flushed a vibrant shade of red, rivalling a traffic light. Marina's laughter rang out over walkie talkie next to the note, her playful nature fully unveiled. "Your final test, dear Fiona. Jasmine would strut. Can you?"

Taking an uncertain breath, Fiona ventured forth. The lobby seemed to stretch into infinity. Each footfall echoed loudly, and the cold, unforgiving air heightened her awareness of her bare state. Whispers, barely concealed gasps, and stifled chuckles accompanied her journey. Suddenly, camera flashes pierced the dimness from sneaky guests hoping to capture the spectacle. Fiona so desperately wanted to cover up, to run, to find shelter, but she couldn't. She wouldn't, because Jasmine wouldn't. While her cheeks burned (both of them), she continued to strut, showing off everything she had to the random guests at the hotel. But amidst her mortification, a secret tinge of... enjoyment? The thrill of the daring, the audacity, and the challenge coursed through her.

She approached the elevator, aware of every lens and eyeball focused on her toned ass as she waited for the elevator. As the door opened, she was greeted by a group of businessmen, dressed to the tee in suits, their mouths hanging open at the sight of the nude Fiona, and they looked her up and down, frozen in place. Fiona got redder (if that was possible), but didn't show any emotion on her face. Instead, she arrogantly and confidently indicated with her hands for the men to exit the elevator. Her poise made them move without thinking, and Fiona entered the now empty elevator, all eyes still on her. She turned around, clicked the button for the 4th floor and faced her adoring audience. Looking particularly at one young man, dressed in a suit, clearly captivated by her beauty, she blew him a kiss as the door closed.

Fiona was hopped on whatever this feeling was - embarrassment, thrill, adrenaline, or a combination of all it. As the door opened for the 4th floor, she quickly exited. Finally reaching Room 412, Marina stood, clapping slowly. "A performance worthy to be commemorated! And it probably will be - on the guests' social media and the hotel's CCTV footage!"