Get to know her and how to get her naked

It would be silly to just ask her to strip, you don’t want her calling the cops on you. But you have no idea how to get her to do it willingly. You decide maybe a more subtle approach is warranted. Maybe you could coax some clue as to what scenario would get her to undress in front of you.

“Oh, hey!” Carly greets upon noticing you. She gives you a big open smile and pockets her towel, giving you her full attention. “What can I help you with?”

“It’s so hot outside, I guess I will have an ice cream after all…” you tell her. She smiles and nods, waiting for you to pick your flavor. You continue with your spiel as you pretend to browse the options. “You ever been so hot, you just had to strip down to breathe?”

“I… can’t say that I have…” Carly tries to recall, “But when it’s hot outside, I’m in here in the cool ice cream store with all the frozen desserts!” She grins smugly.

You nod and chuckle. “I guess that’s a perk of the job. Do you hide in the freezer on the extra hot days?”

Carly giggles, “Yeah, sometimes…”

You lean on the counter and ask, “Won’t you get in trouble with your boss if you got caught?”

“Hmm? Nah, my boss doesn’t usually come in,” Carly says with a wave of the hand.

“So, you run this place by yourself?”

Carly nods, “Mhmm. It’s a small shop and it doesn’t pay much, but my boss trusts me enough to have the run of the place. If you want to speak to the manager, you’re looking at her!” She points her thumb to her chest, puffing it out proudly.

“Well, I’d like to speak to the manager about how distracting the cute ice cream server is,” you murmur. Carly looks away with a giggle. “Say,” you change the topic, “Since you’re basically in charge here, why do you have to wear that stuffy uniform? Why not something more comfortable?”

Carly tugs at her collar and looks down at her outfit. “Well, this is comfortable for an 8 hour shift,” she tells you. “What would YOU wear to work here?”

“Nothing at all!” you reply.

“What?!” Carly blurts out with laughter and shock. You can see her cheeks brighten up as she tries to discreetly check you out.

“Think of the customers that would bring in!” you reply.

“Or steer away…”

“Well, you know sex sells, maybe if you wore a bikini if naked is too ****…” you muse out loud.

“Wait.. we were talking about what YOU would wear…” Carly protests, blushing deeper.

“You don’t have a bikini?” you ask.

“Not at work… I wasn’t planning on going to the beach today…” Carly swivels anxiously where she stands. “Anyways, have you decided on what you wanted?”