Nat’s Naked Occupation

Hundreds of people move in and out of the busy airport, with the sounds of footsteps dominating the open air. We meet Natalie as she exits the airport entrance and steps foot onto the island of Wawaki. The smell of saltwater and fresh air hits her nose, immediately reminding her of beautiful beaches. She never thought she’d see the day, but after an exuberant onboarding process and lengthy plane ride, she’s finally ready to make the next large leap in her career, some sort of ambassador for a tourist company working with the government.

Walking past the airport and into the country proper proves to be a culture shock to Natalie. A simpler stroll through town illustrates decades of history, from European settlement, to modern day developments with tons of ethnic influences, all adorned with palm trees and tropical fauna. The barrage of colorful sights made her head spin, as she was used to tall grey skyscrapers and brutalist architecture.

On her stroll through town, captivated by her surroundings, she meets an older gentleman, possibly in his late 50’s.

“Why hello friend!” The older man says with a rosy cheeked smile. He walks up to Natalie, and intuitively she holds her hand out, expecting a friendly handshake from this kind stranger, but what she doesn’t expect is two gentle smacks against her butt, specifically her left cheek!

“Woah! What are you doing?” Natalie jumps back in shock.

“What? I’m just showing you some respect, friend.” He replies with a confused expression.

“How’s slapping my butt respectful?” Natalie keeps her distance from the old man, keeping her eye on him just in case he tries to touch her again.

“Oh! You must be a foreigner, yes?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Smacking the butt is like a handshake! It’s a greeting, and a sign of respect here in Wawaki. I guess this isn’t common knowledge.” The older gentleman laughs heartily.

Still unsure if she can trust him or not, she nervously laugh with him, whilst keeping her distance.

“Do you want to try with me?” He asks before twisting his hips and flat ass towards her.

“No thanks! But erm, could you point me to the nearest ferry?” She ask timidly.

“Sure thing, Friend. Keep going straight ahead and turn left on Chevera Main Street. Tons of signs there, so you can’t miss it, Friend!”

“Thanks…”

Natalie swiftly leaves, still convinced the man was tricking her just so he could get a feel of her ass. She can only hope that’s the case and no one else tries slapping her rear.

Just as the man said, Natalie finds the ferry, riding it to the neighboring island where both her new home and job resides. During the ride, she finds herself captivated by the deep blue ocean below, watching waves brush against the shoreline and sea creatures swimming all around the boat. Already, her new job felt like she was on vacation in the Bahamas, away from the harsh cold jungle of steel she used to call home.

But another thing catches her eye, and that’s the people around her, staring blankly at her. At first, she thought it was just one or two curious on lookers, but soon she realized almost everyone was looking at her.

She felt uncomfortable being this unwanted center of attention. It was like she was being examined by everyone on the boat, like an experiment in a lab. Worst yet, they didn’t seem judgmental or scared, just mildly curious, which confused her greatly.

“Do I stick out that much…” says the pale skinned woman surrounded by brown skinned men and women.

Thankfully for her, the ferry ride was a short one, and immediately after the ship finished docking into the second islands port, she bolted off onto the deck, eager to arrive at her new home and to get ready for her orientation.