Time Passes

Tifa had expected the next day to be an agonizing exercising is humiliation, but to her surprise it wasn't even half as painful as she expected it to be. Still intensely embarrassing, but not for the reasons she expected.

She did receive some admonishments, namely from the older women of the community, but the vast majority of the people she spoke to, or more accurately spoke to her, spoke of her naked escaped with compliments and good humor.

She was told, again and by more than one person, that clothes didn't suit her and that she looked better naked. She accepted the...she guessed there was nothing else to call it but a compliment, bashfully. If they had to talk about her naked body like that, at least they had good things to say?

Not everyone was so lascivious, however. Many people, particularly other women, sincerely thanked her. Life below the plate was hard. If you were lucky enough to have a job, you often had to commute for an hour or more to other sectors to work hard for little pay. A night of drinks and eye candy was an oasis in a life that could grind down even the strongest spirits. Some even went as far as to call her stripping heroic.

Even then, not all the women were so innocent. One women sought her out with small home made pastry, a hard thing to make in the slums given the ingredients, as a thank you gift. Apparently, after the woman's husband came home from her bar, they had the best sex of the married life.

But no matter who she spoke to, every single one of them ended the conversation by asking the same thing; when was she going to bartend naked again? And Tifa would smile and answer everyone the same way; she was still thinking about it. Years of customer service had taught her that you never gave customers hard "no's," even if that was the answer.

A few times during her day, she would be struck by a sudden, powerful feeling of being exposed. Sometimes it was because of a particularly intense stare, and sometimes it hit her when no one was around. She was talking to people that had seen her naked. The knew how her unsupported breasts bounced as she walked, and had seen her butt jiggle as her hips swayed. They didn't have to imagine what she looked like, they could actually undress her with their eyes.

A day tuned into days, which turned into a week. People stopped talking about it eventually. There were only so many ways someone could indirectly tell a girl she should be naked more often, and only so many ways that girl could evade the topic, before it lost it's appeal. Eventually, things started to go back to normal. And that was when the dreams started.

The first thing that stuck out to her was that these were most certainly not nightmares. Though she would still wake up suddenly them suddenly, sweaty and heart racing.

She dreamt of a room full of people pounding the tables and chanting for her nudity. In the moment, it had been frighting, but in her dreams it was intensely flattering and even empowering. That her body was so beautiful, that her allure was so powerful.

She dreamt of shopping for potions and phoenix down while not wearing any clothes. She dreamt of eating at a restaurant without anything on. She dreamt of working out in the nude, bouncing and jiggling all over the place, her sweat gleamed. She dreamt of serving drinks naked, flittering around the bar while everyone watched. And in each dream, Cloud was there. Watching her. Watching over her. Protecting her as she exposed herself.

A few times, her orgasm would wake her up. Other times, she would wake up on the brink, and all it would take would be a light tweak of her nipple to a squeeze of her thighs to push her over. Other times, she would find herself with her sheets or pillow between her legs and she would finish herself by grinding her hips against them. And on nights when the dream had been particularly vivid and intense, she would pump her fingers in and out, palm against her clit, while her other hand fondle her massive breast, working herself into multiple orgasms until she exhausted herself and fell back to sleep.

She stopped wearing clothes to bed. She told herself that it was because it was hot and it saved laundry. And it's not like she wore much to bed anyway, just a thin night shirt and panties. But the real reason was because the feeling of her sheets, cheap and rough as they may be, heightened her arousal.

She stopped getting dressed in the morning if she didn't have anywhere to go, and stayed naked after her evening showers since she stopped wearing night clothes. She started opening the slatted blinds on her window more and ever so slightly more every day as she walked around her small apartment naked.

"Damnit, Jessie," Tifa cursed into her dark room as she withdrew her fingers from herself after another one of her exhibitionist fantasy fueled orgasm. Her wetness cool on her fingers in the night air. "Look at what you did to me."

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