Yes.

Every minute that passes, Clarrisa feels as if the thread suspending the sword of Damocles is just seconds from breaking. From the moment that Olivia pulls the car into the parking lot of Michaelangelo’s, her reputation and her life will pretty much be over with.

Her mind is racing, trying to determine where she went wrong. She never challenged Olivia’s reign as Queen Bee-- at least not to her face. She had spent several different lunches talking strategies with her best friends over the idea of taking over but that was as far as it went. The only thing she can come up with is that one of her friends betrayed her.

Before she can even begin to figure out which one, the ride is over and Olivia pulls into the parking lot of Michaelangelo’s. She cuts the ignition and turns to Clarrisa with a grin on her face. The look tells Clarrisa that there is nothing she could possibly offer to change her mind.

“Are you ready for your big debut, hon? Michelangelo’s is the hottest restaurant in the entire city. You will be dining with some of the most important people in the city. Of course, they’ll all be wearing clothes but you’ll be butt naked!” Olivia says.

Against all logic, Clarrisa begins to beg for Olivia not to do this to her. Michaelangelo’s is her favorite restaurant and she can’t imagine showing her face in there ever again if Olivia makes her go through with this. Olivia responds by reaching over and unclicking Clarrisa’s seat belt and reaching across to open up her door.

“Either get your naked ass out of this car or I will drag you out by your hair,” Olivia threatens.

With shaking legs, Clarrisa steps out of the car and Olivia closes the door and the lock clicks. Olivia gets out next and drops the keys into her purse before turning to Clarrisa and pointing towards the front door of Michaelangelo’s.

“Don’t even think about running. You are going to walk your naked ass into that restaurant and show everyone your tits and pussy,” Olivia demands.

Clarrisa’s legs seem to be operating on their own as she slowly starts to walk towards the front door. Olivia takes her arm about halfway to the door and holds it tightly.

“If this goes well, meaning you aren’t kicked out or arrested, you are forbidden from wearing any clothes in this restaurant from here on out,” Olivia tells her.

“That won’t be a problem. I won’t be coming here ever again,” Clarrisa says.

“Well then, I better make this experience memorable then,” Olivia says with a smile.

Clarrisa groans as they reach the door and Olivia opens it. Clarrisa cannot bring herself to enter until a sharp slap on her ass from Olivia sends her walking through the door. Immediately, someone gasps and that gasp is followed by catcalls, whistles, and more gasps. The hostess, a chubby redhead with frizzy hair, brings her hand to her mouth and stares at Clarrisa with wide eyes.

“Mrs. Bennett! You’re naked! Oh my god… we can’t let you in here like this!” the hostess shouts.

“That’s too bad. I’m sure this restaurant will bounce back after losing some of it’s more important customers. Her husband and his entire company will be boycotting this restaurant. I think my friends and I will do so as well,” Olivia chimes in.

“That will NOT be necessary,” Donald Walker, the owner of Michaelangelo’s says, appearing from the back wearing a black tuxedo, dress shoes, and a slicked back hairstyle. “I assure you that Mrs. Bennett may dine here any way she wishes.”

“Excellent! I was hoping you’d say that. She is trying out exhibitionism for the first time and has asked me to give her a push when she needs it. She has three requests for you and your staff,” Olivia says.

“Anything, Mrs. Bennett. Your husband is a valuable customer and a dear friend,” Donald says.

“First, no matter what, she wants you to make sure that she is NEVER allowed to wear a single stitch of clothing in this restaurant, ever again,” Olivia says.

Donald Walker’s face flushes. It is clear that this whole situation is making him uncomfortable in more ways than one but he truly is afraid of his restaurant taking a hit in reputation. Her husband’s entire company boycotting Michaelangelo’s would probably do just that.

“Is this true, Mrs. Bennett. If you say yes, I will enforce it for you. I will not let you back out of your new hobby in my restaurant,” Donald says.

Suddenly, Clarrisa feels a sharp pinch on her right ass cheek and instead of yelping, she nods her head and verbally agrees.

“Done. Number two?” he asks.

“Number two, at some point, all members of the staff should come and visit with her. She wants them to pose for pictures with her and to take some gag photos where they pose with their face close to her vagina. She also wants them to share the photos with friends,” Olivia continues.

“Ma’am, I am not sure that is appropriate for this restaurant,” Donald tries to reason.

“Okay, then. Come on, Clarrisa,” Olivia says.

Clarrisa breathes a sigh of relief but before she can turn away, Donald concedes.

“Okay. Okay. I agree. Last?” he asks.

“She wants everyone to compliment her body using the words “tits” or “titties”, “ass”, and either “pussy” or “cunt”,” Olivia tells him.

Mortification is the only word that can come close to how Clarrisa is feeling at the moment. Donald Walker’s face has pretty much become a tomato with the last instructions from Olivia. Clarrisa faintly nods her head in agreement-- knowing that she is watching the remnants of her reputation being shredded like her clothes back at Apollo’s.

“Uh… I…” Donald yanks on his collar to breathe a little better. “What I mean is..”