Cleaners

I pause and decide to head down to the Landry facilities, as maybe someone would take pity on me and have some clothes to spare. I casually make my way slowly over to the lift and casually smile at my neighbours, and their guests, who happen to be staring at me. Thankfully, nobody tries to stop me as I speedily make my way to the lift, pressing the button, and all the while aware that my body is freely entertaining them as I move; my tits bounce with each step, my ass shakes, and of course the whole time my shaved mound is tantalizingly visible.

I almost feel bad at their expense, as looks of embarrassment show on many of their faces, looking away when caught. Not all of them do, though. A few guys, and some women for that matter, keep their attention glued on me, smiling back as I wave at them, nodding their heads in reply.

As more people pass by, I wait, taking in my naked body, looking me over closely with their eyes as they make their way around. Funny how long people can stare when I’m naked; I mean, I’ve left nothing to the imagination, right? If they walk close enough, some of them rub their hand upon or across my body. Most often it's aimed at my side, hips or exposed ass, though a few brave adventurous souls try touching my face, and a few even try touching my breasts as they pass. One young woman even slapped my ass as she exited the lift.

I hold my arms at my sides, casually keeping them a little ways away from me as I wait. Not long after, the lift arrives, and I get in, pushing for the floor with the laundry room.

I keep looking forward, as those on the lift stare my way. I manage to remain calm, keeping my arms at my sides. It does not take them long before I reach the right floor, and I get out of the lift.

I look about the laundry room, and I see one seems to be a single individual, working away. I give my greetings, as I approach, wondering if they are willing to help.