Chapter 8: Time to go to work!

On a bright but not so sunny early morning, I wake up to the sound of my phone alarm. In my groggy state, I slowly roll onto my side and snatch my phone from the ground and turn off my alarm.

I lay down on my back and stare mindlessly at the ceiling as my eyes adjust. I look forward and see that I’m still completely naked from head to toe, except for my black heels that I went to sleep in.

I look back up at the ceiling, feeling an almost somber sensation of dread. Everything about last night was a combination of embarrassment, humiliation, and fear as I had to spend my night completely naked, and now I have to repeat the whole process again today.

Part of me wants to just shrivel up into a ball and forget reality even exists, but then I look down at the suitcase full of money on the ground. The most I’ve ever seen in my entire lifetime. I don’t consider myself a greedy person per se, but it’s safe to say that money is the sole reason I’m even going along with this craziness.

After a bit of sulking, I check my emails for my schedule and find that I’m supposed to be at work by 9:30 AM. At least I don’t have to wake up at 5 AM like i did most days at my old job, so that’s a plus. Speaking of my old job, I’m gonna have to speak to my manager about quitting, but that’s a later Sophia’s problem.

I get out of bed and immediately start my shower. It feels weird, already being naked before I even turn on the water, but at least it’s convenient.

30 minutes later, and one quick trim of my bush down under, and I’m ready to leave. I decided to trim a diamond shaped patch of hair above my pussy and cleanly shave the rest. If I’m going to be naked, I might as well make my pubic hair look good.

I wrap my towel over my hair to dry it, looking like one of those house-wives I would watch on those sitcoms when I was growing up.

As I let my hair dry, I walk out of the bathroom and towards my dresser to pick out my temporary clothes. There’s no way in hell I’m going to go outside like this if I don’t have to, and I can easily disrobe in the car once I get there. The thought of pulling a fast one over Monroe feels good, like I’m exploiting a loophole in the contract. Sure, I’ll still be naked at work, but I’ll have a pair of clothes to dress back into when I need it!

But as I open the dresser, my smug smile quickly changes into a frown of pure dread as I see nothing but socks.

“I-I must’ve put them in a different drawer, my bad…” I say aloud, rationalizing and lying to myself to keep calm.

I open the drawer below it, and again, nothing but socks! I try the drawer above the first one and once again no clothes in sight! In a panic I check the ground for clothing, but unfortunately I find nothing of use except pairs of shoes.

“M-Maybe I forgot to do laundry? Yeah, it must all be in the laundry!” I rationalize. I hurry to my laundry basket that was in the bathroom, but to my surprise and horror, there was nothing but pairs of dirty black socks!

“Where the hell did all my clothes go?” I say in a panic, instinctively covering my naughty bits.

Worries and explanations flood my mind as I fall to my knees in my bathroom, overwhelmed with the situation at hand. Was I robbed? If so why did they only take my clothes? Did Thomas take my clothes to be washed? If he did, did he see my naked ass as he gathered up my clothes? The more I think, the more worried I get, but then a thought came through that felt too cruel to be true.

“I bet Monroe has something to do with this!”

I walk back out of my bathroom and grab my phone on my bed. I thankfully remember the phone number to the Station and I immediately dial the number. Only after a couple seconds and Monroe begins speaking.

“Hello Ms. Gardner! How has your morning been? Any reason why you called?” Monroe asks.

“Yeah, I woke up this morning and found out that all of my clothes are gone!” I reply, distressed as I pace around my apartment.

“Oh, Mrs. Gardner, you really need to start reading more of a contract before you sign them. Next time I oughta read you your contract and terms of employment,” Monroe says in a joking tone.

“W-What about my contract? What does my contract have to do with my freaking missing clothes?!” I ask, both confused and a bit pissed off.

“Under the nudity clause, section 3, sub section c, all clothing except footwear will be taken away and placed in safe keeping until the termination of your contract, or upon leaving the company,” Monroe says.

“So wait, you took all my clothes? Why?!?” I almost yell into my phone.

“Well, I personally didn’t take them of course. I hired a contractor and their team to gather all your clothes last night and take them to a warehouse near the station. We actually just finished putting them all inside. Rest assured, Ms. Gardner, that all of your clothes will be regularly washed and taken care of until you decide to leave the company,” Monroe explains.

I can’t believe it! This feels like something out of my wildest nightmares. All of my clothes, gone, no where to be found. Add on the fact that these contractors must’ve entered my room while I was sleeping, meaning they got to see my naked ass as they stole all my clothes! I feel uniquely violated.

“B-But why?!” Is all I can muster.

“It’s simple… Think of it like method acting, in a way. The more time you spend as a nudist, the more confident and professional you will be while working on the show! It’ll take some time to get used to your new lifestyle, but rest assured we will make sure this experience will be comfortable and enjoyable!” Monroe says.

I stand still for a couple seconds, silent as the call continues. In less than 24 hours, I have been thrusted into a nudist lifestyle, all for a reporters job. I’m stuck completely naked for who knows how long, with nothing but my shoes and socks. An unstoppable **** of dread washes over me, like I’m stuck in a whirlpool of embarrassment.

I then understand why the others were so casual with their nudity, cause they’ve probably been like that for so long, wearing clothes is probably a distant memory to them! Just thinking about the fact that my safety net of clothing has been ripped away from me, and now I have to bare it all each day and night, makes me shiver.

“Are you still on the line?” Monroe asked, sounding worried for me, which is a first.

“Erm, Y-Yeah, just a bit… shocked is all…” I say, a complete understatement.

“Don’t worry! I promise that we at Naked News Network will make your time here more than worth it given your new lifestyle! As long as you do your work, you’ll have access to so many bonuses and benefits, you’ll feel overwhelmed with joy! Speaking of which, I can’t wait to see you on set today! Good luck!” Monroe says before hanging up.

I fall back into my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as I just absorb what has just happened. This all feels like a dream, or some perverts grand fantasy, but it feels real, too real to be fake unfortunately. And the worst part is that I can’t really blame anyone except myself. If I knew what I was getting into, I could have stopped all of this from happening. Sure, I’d still be on a job search and wouldn’t have 25k, but I’d still have clothes to wear!

I feel like a Greek sailor, driven to my own demise by the Siren of greed and opportunity. Now my ship is too far away from shore for me to salvage it. I hate to say this, but I think I need to just toughen it out!

I’m not gonna let this setback, albeit a very embarrassing one, keep me down. I still have a loan to pay, and I might as well take advantage of all these “bonuses and benefits” that my contract gives me.

After sulking in my own sorrow and embarrassment, I sit back up and get ready to go to work. While I may not be enthusiastic to do all of this, I still have a job to do, and that 25k on my floor and the paychecks above my head are the only things keeping me hopeful.

Following Ashley’s advice, I rummage through my apartment to find a black leather shoulder bag I got for Christmas a couple years ago from Rachel. It was given to me during a co-worker secret Santa, and she seemed really happy to give me this bag. Unfortunately, I have never really needed a purse or bag since I didn’t carry that much anyways. But now that I have zero pockets, and I’m no where near brave enough to use my natural flesh pocket, this bag is my saving grace.

I grab my phone, wallet, and keys and stuff them into my bag. Surprisingly, it looks like I can fit even more stuff inside if I want, so that’s good to know for later.

I quickly apply my usual makeup, and after finishing it up, I can’t help but feel sexy. I’ve always felt like I looked good naked, especially in recent years, I just wish I wasn’t always naked! But still, the addition of the shoulder bag makes me look cute, in a lewd way. I don’t know why, but at the back of my mind, I just get this feeling that I’m really rocking the nude office lady look, no matter how much I don’t want that to be the case.

“At least I won’t be called ugly when someone eventually spots me, that’s assuring…”

But now that I’m fully ready to go to work, I hesitantly walk up to my front door, and just stand in front of it. I can feel my body shaking just thinking about walking out there in the state of dress I’m in. At least during the night, there was a much lower chance of being seen, but during the day who knows who’ll spot me in my birthday suit!

Each time I try to grab the door knob, I quickly pull my arm away and squirm in place. It’s like I’m trapped in my own embarrassment. If I didn’t have a job to go to, I would just stay in my room all day, but unfortunately I have responsibilities, great….

“Okay, the front door is obviously a no go! But is there anywhere else I could leave through?”

I look around my apartment and see my window just above my bed. If I remember correctly, there is a ladder and stairway that leads to the parking lot. I open my window and see the cloudy skies and busy streets of the city.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this….” I say to myself.

I crawl out of my window and onto the stairway. I’m so high up that I feel the wind blowing against my naked body. It feels like I’m in a freezer it’s so cold up here today!

I lean over the stairway and look downward to see how high up I am. My stomach churns as I see that I’m pretty high up, which I expected, but it’s still a bit freaky. I’m on the 6th story of the apartment, so I’m at least 80 feet away from the ground. I wish I had some kind of foresight when choosing my apartment room. I look over to my left and see the ladder, covered in grey steel.

“I guess I’m doing this…”

I take my heels off and stuff them into my bag. The feeling of cold hard metal against my bare feet feels uncomfortable, and a bit odd, but I don’t feel confident climbing down a ladder in heels.

After hyping myself up and taking a couple of deep breaths, I begin my descend down the ladder. The ladder feels cold to the touch, both on my feet and hands. As I climb down, my bare thighs slide against the bars of the ladder which feels odd. Being this exposed is only making my mind fuzzier, and the metal bar against my naked flesh isn’t helping me forget that fact.

I want to go fast, but I fear that I might fall or scrap my skin against the metal, both of which are not ideal in my current state of nakedness, so I take it painfully slow. Each step down, my boobs randomly bounce and shake a bit. Until yesterday and today I never really understood the need for bras, but now I’m starting to see how, distracting, it is doing everyday task with my tits bouncing around. I’d hate to imagine what it must feel for a woman with an even bigger chest than I have, the back pain must be brutal.

The sounds of the big city, cars passing bye, phones going off, steam coming from some kind of vent all reminds me how ridiculous I must look to someone down below. The sight of a nude woman climbing down a ladder would make me chuckle at least. But from my perspective, it’s both embarrassing and terrifying.

It doesn’t take me too long toreach the bottom, but it felt like an eternity with how paranoid I feel about someone spotting me. Once my feet touch the hard asphalt, I wanted to just fall to the ground and catch my breath, but not only do I have no time for that, there's also no telling who’ll sneak up on me in this alley.

So, I quickly cover myself and basically skip away from the alley and into the parking lot. I feel like a freaking deer, helplessly skipping through the sea of cars. It’s ridiculous, but I need to get to my car fast!

Each misheard footstep, speeding car, or tree branch snapping causes me to duck behind a car, huddling into a small ball of shame and fear as I imagine the worst. Someone might’ve spotted me, and are either calling the police, or getting a better look at me. Thankfully though, each time I peer around the corner, no one’s there except the occasional squirrel or piece of trash blowing through the wind.

I can’t help but feel a bit of moisture between my legs as I sneak around naked in the parking lot. I don’t know why, maybe I didn’t dry myself enough after getting out of the shower, but I’m just going to push that into the back of my mind for later.

I feel an almost intense thrill as I gracefully walk around the parking lot, like its some kind of stealth game I would play as a kid, but this time I’m completely naked and it’s in real life, so not very fun at all!!

Thankfully, I find my car! I take my bag and quickly find my keys, fidgeting with them as I panic, looking left and right as I try and open my car door.

“Shitshitshitshit…” Is all I can think to myself as I try and unlock my car.

After a couple seconds, I finally unlock my door! Quickly, I fly into my car and toss my bag onto the passenger seat. Slamming the door shut, I exhale loudly as I finally get to breath normally. I take my hands to my chest and feel my heart pound with adrenaline and fear.

“I can’t believe I just did that… Completely fucking naked…” I say to myself as I lean back into my seat.

I take a moment to turn on my seat warmer and chill out a bit, reflecting on what I just did, and that I’m going to need to do that again for the foreseeable future. I was lucky to have not been spotted this time, but not every time was going to be this lucky.

I feel a part of my core churning as I dwell on my streaking just now. I feel it just below my stomach, close to my pelvis. When I rub it with my hand, I feel like my nerves are screaming at me, but I don’t know why.

“Let’s just get to work already…” I turn on my engine and head off to work, unenthusiastic about what I’m going to have to do on my first day on the job.