Decision Has Been Made

I surely didn't want to confront bunch of horny girls in the locker room, while naked, but I couldn't go to Myra Ostendi naked either. She's the dean of the school and my boss. I looked at Bridget and noticed she had been looking at me with her eyebrows raised. "You don't want to be late, do you Avery. Don't make Myra wait for you. She might get impatient and think you won't be coming and leave. That would be rude. But it's your decision, Avery."

For sure, I didn't want to be suddenly starting on a wrong foot with my boss, but what could I do? Then Delia interrupted my thoughts: "I'm sure Myra would like to see what she's investing in." I immediately was imagining myself standing in front of my boss naked. The idea was humiliating enough to raise my heartbeat, even when it was not happening, but was just a pure product of my imagination.

"But I can't go naked."

"Its either that or confrontation with bunch of horny locker room girls and being late for the meeting or even missing it entirely."

I looked at Bridget and I saw a grimace on her face showing the excitement mixed with happiness. The one that she always has in those situations. Situations, when I'm most exposed and naked. She likes the idea!

I looked back at Delia, not knowing what to do. "You're already making yourself being late, professor, you better go now. The dean is already waiting for you... in fact, I want you to go and meet Myra naked."

Oh, no, I needed to do something. And better quick, so in my last attempt to spare myself from the most humiliating thing in my life, I answered: "Wouldn't she mind or be mad at me that I arrived naked?"

"Quite contrary. I know Myra longer than you, Avery, and I assure you, she won't mind at all."

"Are you really sure?"

"Definitely and don't worry about it. Its perfectly natural for you to be naked. You are my nude model and you don't wear clothes for my classes. You'll be just showing Myra that you're very enthusiastic about your job and you don't mind your work attire; just like you wrote in your email. This will definitely confirm your enthusiasm and commitment to your new job."

"Otherwise she might think, I wasn't honest with what I wrote"- I finished the sentence in my head just like the answer I would give for it: "But it wasn't me! I was just **** to write this email!"

In these cicrumstances, there was only one thing, I could say: "Well, then I better get going. I don't want to be late."

Before I put the first step, to walk and meet my boss naked, Bridget quickly came close to me and whispered into my ear: "Good decision, Avery; this is why I like you being my boyfriend: brave and naked."