She could

As much as she wanted to show this bitch a thing or two, the prospect of her nude ordeal ending finally. Folding her arms, she growled and said, "Fine. Deal."

"Good, now let's get a move on, Godiva," Sophie said, slapping Roya on the ass as she passed her by. Roya glared at her, already fantasizing how to rip her clothes off when she had the chance, but still followed her over to one of the construction zones.

Sophie gestured to a small dirt plot surrounded by tools. "This is where you're gonna start. We're building a sandbox here, but things have gotten pretty slow lately. You're going to dig out this plot, layer the bottom with cloth, fill it with sand and surround the edges with wood."

"Seems like a high-end project for someone just starting."

"Hey, my girls could do this easy, they just don't have the time. Are you saying you can't handle it, miss too-big-for-her-britches?"

Roya just stomped over to the worksite, put on a pair of gloves (the only clothes at the station) picked up a shovel, and started digging. Sophie just smiled, happy with this new development, before walking over to another part of the site. Roya just sneered at her as she walked away before getting back to her work.

The work was grueling, as Roya had expected. The act of continually pushing the shovel into the ground was rough on her bare feet, which were soon covered in blisters. Even in the fading sunlight, after an hour her nude body was drenched in sweat from head to toe. It took her another two hours to finish digging out the hole for the sandbox, after which she lay down spread eagle on the dirt in exhaustion. Her rest was short, however, as Sophie's jeers got Roya moving her ass again, this time with is covered in dirt. Grabbing a few towels from the work table, Roya knelt down, bottom in the air, and started flattening them on the bottom of the hole. About halfway through, she felt a sharp sting on her ass. She turned around to see Sophie looking down at her snidely. "What are you doing? Keep going, nudie." Roya begrudgingly obliged.

Next came the hard part: the sand. Getting up and brushing the dirt off her front, Roya grabbed the shovel again and started heaving sand into the hole. She hadn't made it that deep, but the sand, being loose grainy, wasn't the easiest to move with the shovel she had been given, so the process was almost as grueling as the making of the hole itself. After another hour, the sandbox looked pretty full, so Roya stood back, hands on her hips, butt cheeks taut, to take a look. Of course, she found herself taking a closer look than she imagined, as a push from behind sent her falling boob-first into the sand. When she stood up, her front half and nether regions covered in sand, she saw Sophie snickering at her. She was about to march over to her and finally explode until Sophie held up her cell phone, the screen displaying 911 on speed dial.

Groaning and clenching her fist, Roya walked over to the pile of planks, spitting sand out of her mouth as she did. Surprisingly, this turned out to be a rather easy part of the job, not least of which because Sophie seemed to have grown tired of messing with her. In less than an hour, Roya had managed to fit and nail all of the sides of the sandbox into place. She stood up and smiled at her work, actually taking a moment to swell with pride. Of course, it all crumbled away when she turned around to see the rest of the construction crew looking at her and laughing, some holding up cell phones and cameras. Roya just stood in shock, unable to cover herself, as Sophie walked up clapping. "Well done, my little child of Eden. Not bad for a first try."

"Yeah, great, you've had your fun. Now, where are the clothes you promised me." Roya was about a beat away from diving the whole crew right then and there.

"Oh, sure, sure. Judy, get our guest a spare uniform." One of the workers returned with a set of pants, work shirt, and vest and handed them off to Roya.

"As Roya held them up for inspection, she noticed one glaring problem. "What the hell? These are way too small! I'll never fit in these."

"Hey, I said I'd give you clothes. It's not my fault you're a bit too fond of your desserts to fit in standard attire." Roya growled and bared her teeth at her oppressor. "Anyway," Sophie continued, "as much fun as this was, it's time for you to leave. My girls and I are on overtime right now, and it was basically just to see you strut your stuff, so get your ass out of here, 'kay?"