Naked Lunch

"Are we going to take a car or walk?" Bill asked as we exited DDE headquarters into a beautiful spring day.

"It's so nice out I thought we'd walk," Barbara said. "It's only a few blocks."

Our path took us south of DDE headquarters, the opposite direction of my daily nude walk home to the condo. I followed several steps behind Barbara with my arms at my side and my eyes lowered to the ground. This area was a business and shopping district and with each passing block the number of pedestrians grew. I could feel their stares, hear their laughs and comments, and with each step my nervousness about what lay ahead increased.

"So this is legal? For her to walk around naked in public like this?" Ted asked.

"Yeah, it is now within Wildwood city limits," Barbara replied. "There's a new city law that allows registered mailgirls to be nude in public while they're on duty. They have to be wearing an ID necklace like Nine's with a scannable RFID chip. They're also only allowed to enter businesses that have signed agreements with us and we're working on that. This bar we're going to today is one that has signed on with us."

Even though it was a clear sunny day there was still a hint of chill in the spring air raising goosebumps on my bare skin and hardening my nipples. As we walked down that busy sidewalk it suddenly occurred to me that this was the fulfillment of one of Barbara's visions. She had once told me that someday she'd be allowed to walk openly down city streets with me following naked and collared behind her and that she would dine in a public restaurant as I knelt on the floor beside her. A sudden surge of humiliation and arousal coursed through my body as I realized today was that day! It had seemed like such a crazy fantasy at the time but it had taken less than two years for Barbara to make it happen.

When we reached the entrance to the restaurant I recognized it immediately. It was a sports bar that was a popular after work hangout for DDE employees. I'd been here a few times with friends during my days as an up-and-coming management trainee working in the company's marketing department. I couldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams back then that I would someday enter these doors stark naked.

The bar's hostess stared at me wide-eyed as we approached her stand. "Table for four, please," Barbara said to her.

"Um, I don't think she's allowed..."

"She's a licensed mailgirl and we have an agreement with the owner," Barbara interrupted.

"Um, okay...I'll have to talk to my manager." As she walked away I glanced around. We were standing in the bar area with about a dozen big screen TV sets mounted around the room showing ESPN and other sports channels. The bar area was about half full with a lunchtime crowd of shoppers and local business people. So far only a few of them had noticed me but as they told their friends I saw more and more heads turning my way. I lowered my eyes again as the conflicting emotions of shame and excitement raced through me.

The hostess returned with a lumpy thirtyish looking guy wearing a tie and white shirt with the bar's logo on it that was sloppily tucked into a pair of black pants. An astonished grin broke out on his face when saw me. "Holy shit, you're Mailgirl 9!" he said. "I've been playing the crap out of your character in 'Gangsta 4!'" I wasn't really sure how to respond to that so I just nodded uncomfortably.

The manager took out his smart phone, snapped a selfie with me, and then punched open an app. "Sorry," he said, "but I'm supposed to verify that you're a licensed mailgirl even though I know you are." He held the phone up to my collar and I heard it beep. "All good," the man smiled. "Take them to their table," he said to the hostess.

The hostess stared at him with an incredulous look on her face before picking up four menus.

"We'll only need three of those," Barbara said to her. "Nine here won't be ordering anything."

The hostess led us through the bar toward the restaurant area as customers and employees gawked. When we reached an empty table toward the rear she placed the menus on it and stood back to watch. Bill and Ted sat down on one side of the table while Barbara took a seat opposite them. I stood quietly waiting for instructions as I felt every eye in the house on me. "Kneel," Barbara ordered. I'd known this was coming but it was still no less humiliating. I knelt down on the hardwood floor with my knees spread at shoulder width. I placed hands on my thighs and arched my back slightly placing my breasts on prominent display, then lowered my gaze to the floor to complete the submissive posture.

"Wow, um... okay then," I heard the hostess say above me sounding completely flustered by what she was seeing. "Teri will be your waitress. Enjoy your meal." As she walked away I heard astonished gasps and laughter from the surrounding tables. This was without doubt the most humiliating situation I'd been in since that day on stage when Barbara had managed to induce an involuntarily orgasm in front of several hundred people without ever touching me. I felt my arousal climbing rapidly as I closed my eyes and tried to still my mind.

"You're really going to make her kneel on the floor while we eat?" Ted asked.

"Mailgirls aren't allowed to sit on furniture while in uniform," Barbara responded. "Not in the office building, not anywhere. This is their required resting position."

"This is so awesome," Bill laughed. "Will we be able to do this with our mailgirls?"

"Of course," Barbara said. "As long as the restaurant has signed a Mailgirls agreement."

"How many have signed so far?" Ted asked.

"This is the first. There are others that are interested but are waiting to see how things go here. There's no doubt in my mind that business will boom here when word gets around about Nine's appearance today." This made me wonder if Barbara planned on making this a regular thing for me to help boost business and encourage other restaurants sign up. Just thinking about it caused another surge of arousal to flood through my body. I immediately tried to dial it down with limited success.

I heard footsteps approach and looked up briefly to see a very pretty blonde waitress. "Hi, may name is Teri and I'll be your server today." She didn't seem as shocked about my appearance as the hostess had been and I'm guessing that the manager had tipped her off about what was going on. She went through her spiel about the daily specials and Barbara and the two men put in their drink orders. "And what about her," she asked looking down at me.

"Nine won't be eating today," Barbara replied. "She would like a bowl of milk though."

"A bowl of milk?" Teri asked sounding a little nonplussed for the first time.

"Yes," Barbara said. "You can place it down in front of her on the floor."

"Um, okay. I'll be right back with your drinks."

I had no doubt what Barbara was trying to do now. She knew that humiliation was a huge turn on for me so she was dialing it up to eleven. Her intent was to orchestrate an orgasm in front of all these people just like she had that day on stage! I tried to fight it off but my usual mantras and breathing were having only limited success. My entire body felt electrified. It wouldn't take much to push me over the edge.

Teri soon returned with beers for the two men and a glass of wine for Barbara. Then she placed a clear glass bowl of milk on the floor in front of me. I heard snickering coming from surrounding tables as I stared down at it. "Have a drink, Nine," Barbara said. I picked up the bowl with both hands and began lifting it to my mouth. "No hands," Barbara ordered. "Put it back on the floor." I glanced up at her and saw the excitement in her eyes and knew she was determined to push me past the brink.

I placed the bowl back onto the floor in front of me and noticed that Teri had remained at our table watching me. I felt dozens of eyes on me as I took a deep breath to once again try to control my nervous excitement. I lowered myself down onto my elbows and was forced to use my right hand to control my hair to keep it from spilling down into the bowl. As my head dipped toward the bowl my feet rose into the air to balance myself and I knew that anyone sitting behind me was getting a hell of a view. My entire body was trembling in shame and excitement as I began to lick the milk.

"Meow," I heard a male voice say nearby.

"Here kitty, kitty," said another.

The remarks and laughter were still ringing in my ears as I returned to my kneeling position. Red faced with shame I was at the very brink of an orgasm, but before I could go into my ritual for bringing myself back from the edge I felt Barbara's hand stroking my hair. Then I felt her thumb lightly caressing my inner ear and earlobe which she knew was a very sexually sensitive area for me. My body continued to tremble as I fought a vain battle to hold off the inevitable. Finally a moan escaped my lips as a spasm rocked my body. Then another.

Applause broke out around me. "I'll have what she's having," a female voice said as the restaurant exploded with laughter.

Barbara began stroking my hair again. "Good girl, Nine. Good girl."