Yuki complies and goes naked

Yuki fidgeted with the top of her towel. "I... I don't know. I mean, this place pays great and all - more than I'd be able to earn anywhere else in fact - but Jen, I'm not a stripper. I don't know if I can do this."

"You won't be the only one naked, Yuki. The rule applies to us all. Besides, I think you've got off lighter than the rest of us."

"How do you mean?"

"You sit behind reception for most of the day. The desk is pretty high so you'll only have to cover up your breasts. Your hair is pretty long, too, so you might not even have to use your hands. Everybody else is on their feet, though. Hell, I'm the unofficial mechanic around here - I'll be bending over equipment most of the day, and won't that make a pretty sight!"

Yuki gave a nervous chuckle. "I suppose so..."

"Listen, once you've given me that towel I'll go inform the rest of the crew and... and I guess I'll join them. So come on and hurry up before my nerve goes."

"Wait! Wait wait wait."

Yuki slinked her way behind the reception desk, keeping a **** grip on the edges of her towel. She took a deep, calming breath, then whipped the towel off and half threw, half handed it to Jen. Her chair creaked as she threw herself down upon it, hunching over unconsciously as she sought to cover herself as much as possible.

Jen calmly folded the towel and gave a sigh of exasperation. "Right... now to go tell the others... and to take off my uniform for the last time."

She slipped away, leaving a naked and very self conscious Yuki alone at her reception desk.

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