Ashely’s Turn

“Alright, your turn Ash!” Jack says before picking up his bowl of ramen and taking another large bite.

After hearing such a wild stories such as Jack’s, I can’t imagine Ashley’s is going to be as out there, but still, I can’t help but somewhat understand their dulled senses towards their own nudity.

“Well, my story won’t be as interesting as yours, but if it will help Sophia then I’m more than welcome to share!” Ashely says with a bright smile, showing off her perfectly white teeth.

“You see, after college I was working this office job several cities away about, three to four years back. I used to dress all modestly, shocker, and I was basically just an intern for the company’s marketing department. It was honestly quite boring, looking at spreadsheets, analyzing sales data, meeting with focus groups, and through all that the pay was pretty bad and no one even noticed I was there,” Ashley explains. As she tells the story I could tell based on her face how unenthusiastic she felt during that time.

“So you had a shitty job? Where does you flaunting your body come into the equation?” I ask.

“I’m getting there! The story has to build, silly!” Ashley says with a light bit of laughter. “So anyway, I have to wake up super early most days to get to work, but one day I forget to put on underwear! I couldn’t tell you how I forgot, but somehow in my sleep deprived state I put on all of my office clothes without thinking about putting on panties or a bra.”

“That’s pretty embarrassing, but at least you had clothes still.”

“Yeah, that wouldn’t last for long, Bestie. Once I arrived at work, I noticed my lack of panties and bra so I was freaking out hard core! I knew I would be late if I drove all the way home to get changed, so I just hoped no one would notice. But the strangest thing happened that day!” Ashley continues.

“What happened?” I reply.

“The guys in the office started noticing me!”

“Huh?” I say with a raised eyebrow.

“Guys were coming up to me, saying hello or asking me how my days have been. Not only that, but I was getting compliments all day! What once was a dry and drab office space turned into a place where almost everyone was happy to be there!”

“All that, because you didn’t wear underwear?” I ask.

“When it comes to young and middle-aged men, even seeing nipples through a shirt can get them excited,” Naomi says with a blank expression. As she spoke, I soon realize that she was still playing with Jack’s dick with her feet, rubbing her soles against his shaft and playing with the tip of his cock with her toes.

Jack doesn’t even seem to notice as he continues to chow down on his ramen, though if I had to guess, this foot job of hers’ must be a pretty common activity.

“Yeah, I soon realized everyone was just staring at my nipples, but despite the feelings of embarrassment at first, I felt a sense of belonging finally. I went from the intern no one could even remember to the talk of the office in a day! This was my first exposure to this strange feeling that I quite can’t pin down to this day, but once I got home I knew I had to do it again!”

“So what did you do?” I ask further.

“It was a gradual process, but I stopped wearing bras and panties all together after that day. Eventually I swapped out my pencil skirt for a much shorter one, and I swear everyone was looking at my bottom the entire day! I got a thinner dress shirt that left basically no room for the imagination as my nipples pierced through them. It felt thrilling, slowly exposing myself and dressing more and more skimpy for my co-workers. It made working fun for once in my life. Then, I bumped it up drastically, unbuttoning my shirt and letting the puppies free as I worked at my desk. It was so embarrassing seeing the guys stare at my bare chest, but I could tell their days were getting better the more they saw me bare.”

“So let me guess, you stripped as much as possible as you could in the office?” I ask.

“Bingo! Soon enough I was walking around the office in nothing but a smile! At first I would just stay at my desk and wait for a co-worker to pass by and flash them, but the true thrill came about from walking around the office. Everyone was super nice to me, showering me with compliments as I walked by.”

This woman has either an iron will or an exhibitionism fetish! Unlike the other two’s stories, at least they had reasons to be naked. She was naked for the pure love of the game apparently?!

“But the best part was no one treated me like an object really. No one touched me or degraded me at all, instead they treated me as another employee who just so happened to not wear clothes. I felt a unique kind of respect, and slowly all of my ideas for marketing were actually being implemented. It was like I was finally being seen for once, and all I had to do was shed off my clothes. My self esteem was higher than ever before, and I even got promoted in my department!”

“Wow, all that cause you flashed some office workers?” I say, unsure of Ashley’s story. No way she got a promotion from just boobs.

“But then, I was fired!”

“Fired? I couldn’t possibly understand why,” I saw somewhat sarcastically.

“I knew exactly why! Out prude head chairman of the company figured out that I was stripping in the office and had me fired cause I was distracting my co-workers from their jobs.”

“I mean, I get why he did that. You were naked in an office after all. That’s gotta be at least somewhat disruptive.” I reply.

“I’d get that if our department was struggling, but when I started showing up to work naked, our sales were up by at least 140%, and we were way more productive! He fired me cause I was too good at my job and everyone liked me! He feared that I would cause a shift in the company, and me being naked was the perfect scapegoat.”

“Are you sure?” I say skeptically.

“I’m 100% positive, cause guess what? The company went under 5 months after I got fired!” Ashley exclaims.

“No way!” I reply in shock. I can’t possibly believe a supposed major company was being held together by good vibes and boobs.

“Yes way! All of my co-workers emailed me and said after I was fired, all of my ideas were scrapped and replaced with ones the CEO came up with. Half of them quit on the spot, and the new workers replacing them weren’t as talented as them or me! That’s when I learnt something, and that’s my body makes people happy, and if I can make people happy then why should I be ashamed of being naked?”

Honestly, I’m not too convinced by her story too well, but I guess I can see where her conclusion comes from, albeit it’s very naive. Of course men are going to be happy to see a naked woman, that’s just being horny!

But I’m starting to glean a hypothesis from all three of their stories, a similarity between them that allowed them to be comfortable in their own skin. I think the reason why they’re so okay being naked all the time is that they had people around them enabling their nudity, that being apathetic parents, college friends, and horny office workers. Unfortunately for me though, the only people around me are naked people and freelancers ogling me.

Maybe I’m never going to get used to this, am I?