She ends up wasting too much time

"Starting..." you stretch the word with a little showmanship, smiling playfully and twirling your right index finger at Saori while placing your mobile on the table.

"NOW!" You announce, pressing your index finger with a little flourish on your phone to begin the timer countdown.

You watch Saori nibble worriedly on her plump bottom lip as pretty brown eyes rapidly scan about the restaurant for the suddenly required uniform. You smile wickedly, knowing that her racing mind would also be taking a mental inventory of the situation behind those wide, expressive eyes. Her wild eyes dart left and right, lovely lashes twitching in desperation.

"45 seconds..." you announce.

"I know, I know," Saori replies, "There's got to be one in here somewhere..."

She suddenly turns to you, apparently thinking of something, "Hey, what if I had someone go to my house and pick up my yukata? I only live about ten minutes away from here, so it wouldn't take too long, and I could keep you company in the meantime while we have an appetizer or two. Could I keep my clothes on then, at least until they get back?"

Interesting... you weren't expecting her to actually try to negotiate with you. Not that she really had anything to negotiate with, but you did find it oddly pleasant that she was trying to take some control of the situation. You make it look as if you're thinking about her offer for a moment, comfortable in the fact that you're the one with all the power here, "Hmm... well, fifteen minutes there and back would be around a half-hour, not factoring other variables like getting in and out of the car and searching for the yukata. Still, that extra time would be negligible, and a half an hour isn't too unreasonably long to wait, so it's not the worst idea."

Saori smiles and breathes a sigh of relief, believing that she dodged a bullet. You let her have that for only a moment before smirking and finishing, "Unfortunately, you only have a little under 15 seconds left, and I'm not in the mood to give you a time extension, which means it looks like you're going to be completely naked for our lunch date. You could still ask someone to bring you one to go home in if you want, but personally I'd start finding a good place to strip if I were you."

Saori's eyes widen in panic as the timer counts down the last ten seconds. She tries to think of something else she can say to you to change your mind, but just as she opens her mouth, the timer on your phone goes off.

"Aaaaaaand that's time," you say excitedly, "Strip. Now."

"Right in front of everyone?" Saori asked, doing her best not to panic even as she starts pulling down her nylon stockings, "Can't I at least go to the bathroom to do this?"

"Maybe if you didn't waste time trying to convince me to go easy on you, you could have," you reply, "But even if you did have time left to make it to a bathroom, why bother? Everyone's going to see you naked anyway when you come back out to sit with me again. Might as well just do it out here and get it over with."

Saori sighs in defeat, dropping her stockings onto the stone tile floor, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. It'll be like ripping off a band-aid... I hope."

Saori proceeds to take off her earrings, followed by the pearl necklace she was wearing. Having run out of smaller articles to take off, she then unbuttons her designer blouse. You keep your eyes on her as she slides the blouse off of her shoulders and exposing her flawless, lightly tanned skin to you alone. You expect her to go for her bra next, but instead she gets up from her seat and stands next to your table to begin working on her skirt. Despite her agreeing with you about getting it over with, she seems to be trying to maintain her modesty for as long as possible, something you can't exactly blame her for.

After some finagling, Saori manages to get the skirt off. She lets it drop to the floor and pool over her bare feet, then reaches behind her back to start undoing her bra. She pauses for a moment, though before you even have a chance to point it out she turns to face you (and with her back to the rest of the restaurant) and finishes undoing the clasp at the back. Once her bra drops down, you are treated to the sight of her glorious grapefruit-sized tits being bared for the world to see. You are about to lean over to get a closer look at the cup size, but as Saori reaches for the waistband of her panties you come up with a better idea.

"I want you to give your bra and panties to me," you tell her, "After all, it's not like you're going to be needing them anymore."

The near-naked beauty nods to you, then yanks her panties down her long smooth legs and steps out of them. She grabs her bra off the ground while she's still bent over, and once she's upright again she deposits her dainty white underwear in front of you. You look at the tag in the bra (34C, not bad) before setting it on your lap, then stuff the panties in the pocket opposite of the one holding Mina's pink panties. At this point, you're thinking of starting a collection the panties of the Asian women you enjoy playing with. Though you might need bigger pockets if you keep finding them as quickly as your first two toys.

Now completely nude in her own restaurant, Saori gives her clothes a forlorn look as she collects them off of the ground. You get a brief glimpse of her shaven slit before she sits back down, setting the bundle of clothing down next to her. She starts to reach up to undo her bun, but you hold up a hand to stop her, "You can leave that. It looks good on you."

"Thanks," Saori says with a hint of sarcasm. Red-faced, she proceeds to put an arm up to cover her sweet brown nipples. You debate telling her to stop covering her chest with her arm, but you also thought her uncomfortable squirming at being naked in public was sexy as hell to watch, so you decided to let her keep covering herself for the moment. Besides, if you get bored of it you could always make her show off her breasts later.

It's at this time that your waitress comes back with the calamari you ordered. Upon noticing her boss is completely naked, her eyes go wide, and she lets out a small gasp. Saori slumps in her chair and picks up the menu to try and hide herself, thoroughly embarrassed. This seems to be enough of a reaction to have the waitress go back to focusing on her duties. Noticing that (like Saori, and unlike Miranda) the waitress is Japanese, you get a flash of inspiration. You hand her the bra in your lap and say, "Here, serve it in this."

The waitress gives you an odd look, then shrugs and sets the bra on the table and pours the calamari into the two cups. She positions it so that one cup is pointed at you and the other cup is pointed at Saori, then asks, "Are you ready to order?"

You are about to answer when a loud shriek interrupts you. You (along with Saori, the waitress, and several other people) turn to the source of the noise, and find a most interesting sight. At a table across the way from yours, there are several older professionally-dressed people seated together, in what you guess is a 'business luncheon' of some kind. Not too unusual for a place like this, but what is unusual is the older flaxen blonde woman squatting on the table. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, she had the index and forefinger of her right hand thrust deep into her pussy, and the juices from said pussy were dripping all over a steak dish which you assumed was her meal. She also had a look of utter mortification on her face, as if she only just realized what she was doing. Damn, Charles and the Doc really didn't pull any punches with this whole humiliation thing. You only wish you noticed what was happening sooner.

After a brief pause, everyone returns to their business as the red faced woman carefully extracts herself from the table top, corrects her skirt, and reseats herself. Still blushing furiously, she shields her face with her hands before carefully slicing a portion of steak from the plate before her. She deposits the personally seasoned meat in her mouth, licking her lips to enjoy the decadent flavor. You notice that her missing panties are currently serving as a fashion accessory on her beige suit blazer, something the businesswoman still doesn't seem to realize yet.

"I'll have what she's having," you joke lamely.

"Ah, the Wagyu steak. Excellent choice sir," the waitress says, apparently not picking up on the joke. You figure you might as well get it anyway, since it does genuinely look good. The waitress then looked over at Saori, and her eyes roamed over her boss' body a bit before she asked, "And should I get you the usual, Miss Tanaka?"

"Yes please," Saori said, regaining a little bit of her prior composure even in her awkward state.

"Alright, I'll have that right out for you two," your waitress says with a cheery grin before taking your menus (to Saori's displeasure) and leaving. Saori watches her go, then nervously uses her free hand to reach into the bra cup closest to her and pick out a piece of calamari to pop into her mouth. You do the same, admiring the beautiful view in front of you.

However, your mind is also buzzing with what to do next. You have a naked Japanese woman sitting right across from you, and a decent amount of time with her all to yourself to do as you wish. You have seen videos online before where sushi and other foods were served on the body of a naked woman, and the very thought of eating off of the lovely Saori while she watched sent a pleasurable chill down your spine. However, as weird as it sounded, you also were feeling a little bit competitive. You had intended for Saori to be the main attraction during your meal, but what that business woman did to her own meal seemed to draw quite a bit more attention, even if it was only momentary. Some part of you (probably the sick, twisted part) wanted to see if you could make Saori one-up that scenario somehow. But you weren't sure if you could, or even if you really wanted to draw attention to yourself.

All you know is that whatever comes next, you didn't want to waste this opportunity. So you better make sure it's something you can enjoy.