The Naturist

The Broadcast

The camera is zoomed in on a pair of bare A-cup breasts. Small brown nipples surrounded by warm ivory colored skin. Grape leaves partially frame the view as the camera zooms out, revealing a petite nude woman of Japanese descent; she’s wiry, her build influenced more by a life of physical hard work than time in a gym. A chyron scrolls on the bottom of the screen: All contestants are at least 18 years of age. A gentle breeze moves the grape leaves and her hair slightly. She appears to be inspecting the grapes for signs of ripeness. Rays of late afternoon sun visibly appear among the grapevines as the camera rotates to the side.

A bell tolls and the woman begins to sing in a soft, mousy alto voice. The song has a pretty basic tune, but is interesting in a couple of ways to viewers in the know: the language is not one of humans, and the word choice is odd, as if the lyricist was picking words at random. More voices from off-camera fill the air in song. When the song is finished, the woman gets down from the small ladder she was standing on, folds it up, and places it on a cart; a much larger nude man pulls the cart towards the camera as the woman walks away. The camera then catches up to her and keeps her in a side-view.

I wish I had a prettier voice, the girl thought, like one of my mothers. She continues to walk, quietly.

An older nude woman jogs toward the girl. “You need to get a move on, Skye. Isn’t your sister and her new wife going to tell your mothers that they are pregnant tonight?”

“Thanks for reminding me, Mrs. Stevenson. I’m heading straight home.”

Skye starts a light jog until she is sure Mrs. Stevenson isn’t watching, then slows down to continue walking home. Maybe I can convince my mothers to let me start my run this winter. Sure, it will be colder, but if I head South, it shouldn’t be that bad. Sis is just so happy. I just need to find the one for me.

Skye gets to the front porch of a farmhouse and opens the front door while looking back at the camera, seemingly enjoying the evening fading sunlight on the vineyard. Another swirling nightmare vortex engulfs the door frame. She turns to see the vortex too late as she falls forward into it. All is dark.

Josie

Josie hears another woman behind her get up.

Huh. Why is this one naked? Cute butt, though.

The nude girl walks unsteadily. When she crests the dune, she starts to strut even more unsteadily.

Skye Kimura

Skye awakes in a strange place, the serenity of life on a farm shattered in all this noise. Wasn’t I going home? How did I get on a beach? How am I even walking like this?

She almost stumbles despite the **** nature of her strut when she sees the two sunbathing beauties in the lounge chairs. They smile at her, the redhead waving slightly and the blonde one blowing her a kiss. Skye blushes as she suddenly remembers listening to the interviews. She looks at the wooden chest and can now at least answer that question without embarrassment. By the time her legs are just about to give out from the **** unnatural walk, she is standing in place.

“Hi, Mrs. Petersen. I’ve never had to walk like that before. It kind of hurts. Can I not have to do that again?”

“A strut works best in heels. And it’s Ms. Petersen. I’m sure you know the questions. Go ahead.”

“Oh, okay. Hi. My name is Skye Kimura and I work on my family farm. I really like tending to our vineyard. When the grapes are ready, we make really good wine. I don’t know The Master, but I hope The Master is really nice.”

“Are you going to make me **** you to answer the other questions, too?”

Skye blushes again. “Umm... I’m saving myself for marriage. I suppose I most want to sleep with the Master, after we are married.”

“We’ll see how long that lasts,” Beckie Petersen winks at the audience, waiting for laughter that never comes. “I really should have splurged for the disembodied laugh track.”

“You mean people have sex outside of marriage? That doesn’t happen at home.”

“Isn’t she adorable? Go sit down.”

Skye walks over to the next lounge chair and lays down. She watches the wooden chest, hoping that the woman of her dreams, her one true love, will give her a big hug soon.