“I can’t believe you were crazy enough to make another bet like that with Dave,” Tina told Kristen as they had lunch on a summery Friday afternoon in May. “I mean, you had to know he’d insist on a penalty involving you being naked somewhere inappropriate if you lost!”
“Yeah, I guess that should have been easy to predict,” Kristen replied, “but in my defense, Gonzaga hadn’t lost a game all season; I thought letting him decide what my penalty would be wasn’t going to matter since there was no way the Zags were going to lose! And technically the task he’s given me to do doesn’t necessarily require me to get naked.”
“Maybe not, but based on what you’ve told me it seems likely you’re going to end up showing a fair amount of skin before you’re done, but maybe that’s what you hoped might happen?” Tina chuckled, then laughed out loud as she saw how her joking accusation made her friend blush.
“I won’t lie, ever since Dave had me do that first dare on the roof of our building, I’ve enjoyed doing an occasional flash,” Kristen admitted, a bit sheepishly, “but what little he’s told me about his plan is beginning to make me nervous. He’s hinted that the location might be a little closer to home than I’d like, considering how likely it will be that people might be able to see me!”
“If you’re that worried, I’m sure he’d give you a safer alternative,” Tina suggested.
“As far as I can tell from what he’s told me, I should be perfectly safe the whole time, just risking serious embarrassment if things don’t break in my favor,” Kristen replied.
“You mean you don’t even know the whole plan yet? No wonder you’re nervous!” Tina said, “And what’s this about things not breaking in your favor? You make it sound random.”
“It kind of is, he says, at least in theory. I could end up all dressed up, ready for a nice dinner out. It’s also possible I could end up completely naked in a very public setting. He’s picked out the place and time, but says I don’t get to know where or when until just before it takes place. The uncertainty is making me crazy, but he’s hinted that ‘the big night’ will be coming up before too much longer! The suspense is probably making me imagine something more outrageous than he actually has planned.
“Not unless you have a pretty wild imagination,” Tina thought, but chose not to say.
Wish me luck!” Kristen said as they crossed the street heading back to their office.
“Good luck!” Tina replied.
Both women went back to their respective workspaces, but only for long enough to gather up a few things they planned on working on at home over the weekend. The office had begun its usual switch to summer hours, giving everyone Friday afternoon off. Other than a few IT guys doing software updates in the quiet office, the place was empty by 1:30. The last IT guy was headed for home well before 4:00.
Kristen changed into some workout wear as soon as she got home and headed out to the gym for some exercise, then went home for a luxuriously long shower and a late afternoon nap.
Kristen napped until Dave arrived home, waking when she heard him come in the door. Seeing her in a baggy t-shirt and some frayed gym shorts, he said, “You look like you feel like staying in tonight.”
“Well, we didn’t discuss going out tonight, so I dressed for comfort, not style,” Kristen replied.
“I should have said something earlier, but I was thinking we haven’t been to Pablo’s in months,” he said, adding, “If you’d rather stay home and watch something on Netflix we can go some other…” before being cut off.
“I’m happy to get changed if it means getting some good Tex-Mex. I’ll go make myself presentable while you make a reservation!” Kristen replied enthusiastically. She hopped up from the couch and gave Dave a welcome home kiss which almost made him think twice about going out, then headed for the bedroom, peeling her shirt off before she was out of the living room.
Half an hour and several rejected outfits later, Kristen was ready to go, having settled on a gold button-down blouse, a slightly short, pleated, black silk skirt, sheer black stockings, and open-toed black heels. “Wow!” Dave said when she came out from the bedroom, “We should go to Pablo’s more often! Stay right there,” he asked, and took several photos of her. The way her outfit showed off her fit but curvy figure, he knew he was going to be having dinner with the sexiest woman in Pablo’s, or any other restaurant he could think of. Kristen returned to their bedroom to put on her best big night out makeup, not overdone, but definitely not her everyday look. Dave spent a few minutes at his laptop while he waited.
The night was warmer than usual for early May, so Kristen suggested they put up with a little wind noise; with the top of their Miata down, they headed across town towards Pablo’s. Kristen didn’t hear her phone ringing, but when they were stopped at a red light she noticed she had a new voicemail from Tina. She returned the call, holding the phone tight to her ear. Dave could only hear Kristen’s side of the conversation, but that was enough to give him a pretty good idea who was on the other end of the line.
“Hi, you called?
‘No, we’re going out to dinner.’
‘What do you need?’
‘Sure, we’re near there now.’
‘You’ll pick it up tomorrow? Not too early, I hope!’
‘See you then.”
“Can we spare a few minutes to pick something up at my office as a favor for Tina?” Kristen asked.
“Sure, I guess. The earliest reservation I could get is over an hour from now; I thought we’d hang out at the bar while we waited anyway, so a short detour isn’t a problem.” Dave answered, “What does she need you to do?
“Just bring home some files in a big FedEx box at her desk; it shouldn’t be hard to find.”
Dave turned towards the building Kristen’s office was in; in just a couple of minutes, they pulled into the parking garage below the building. Their car was the only one in sight, not a surprise on a Friday night, especially since the two largest tenant spaces were vacant. The single largest tenant had gone to 100% remote work and another large tenant had gone bankrupt, leaving Kristen and Tina’s firm as the only tenant of any size until the landlord could find some new tenants. Kristen and Dave walked up the stairs leading to the lobby to get to the elevators serving the offices in the 18 story building.
The lobby was striking, a vast two-story glassed in space, opening onto a courtyard between the two wings of the building. Four glass-walled elevators were located at the wall facing the courtyard; one just for the two floors of the building bordering the lobby and three serving the rest of the building. The floor directly above the lobby level could also be reached by climbing up the elegant curved stair in the center of the space.
As Kristen and Dave rose above the ground floor on the one elevator in service at that hour, they noticed a stage set up in the courtyard, with a woman giving a speech. They couldn’t make out what she was saying, but Kristen remembered seeing a memo advising employees that the building’s lobby entrance from the courtyard would be locked because there was going to be a fundraiser for the county Zoo in the courtyard that night. “Well, that explains all the animal masks, “Dave laughed, “as they both noticed almost everyone dressed in black tie while wearing various masks. There were dozens of different species represented; elephants, tigers, and gorillas seemed particularly popular.
Kristen loved the Zoo and all of its residents, visiting it often. “Maybe we can stop on our way out and make a contribution?” she asked Dave.
“Absolutely, we can give them something if you’d like to,” he answered.
When they reached the 14th floor, where Tina’s office and Kristen’s cubicle were located, Kristen found the package Tina had told her about. She was about to pick it up when she noticed a note taped to the box; a note from Tina, addressed to Kristen! She pulled the note off and read it, initially confused by its presence in the first place, thinking, “why would Tina have left me a note this afternoon on a package and ask me to pick it up several hours later? The first sentence of the note went a long way towards explaining what was happening.
The note read, “Sorry for the subterfuge; the contents of the box are meant for you, from your devious husband. I haven’t opened the box, so I don’t actually know what’s inside. I’m guessing this is about the bet you lost, but all I really know is Dave wanted you to have what’s inside, and wanted you to be here at a specific date and time. I hope you enjoy whatever he has planned for you, best wishes!”
“Okay, what’s this about?” Kristen demanded.
“It’s about it being time for you to pay the price for being so confident Gonzaga couldn’t possibly lose,” Dave said, grinning, “everything you’ll need to pay off your debt is either in the box or part of your outfit. Everything, except possibly some audacity.”
“Is this whole setup just a way of getting me naked?” she asked, not sure what answer she was hoping for.
“The odds DO favor you being at least somewhat exposed, but there is a chance you’ll escape without showing off much more of your body than you are doing right now. I’m going downstairs now to wait for you; if you have any questions not already answered by what’s in the box, my phone will be on the whole time until we’re together again.”
“You’re just going to leave me here?” Kristen asked, furious and intrigued in roughly equal measure.
“Everything you need,…”
“I know, I know, it’s all in the box.” Kristen fumed. Dave went back to the elevator; she tore open the box dumping the contents out on Tina’s desk.
“That’s it?” she shouted to the empty office. All she saw was a lightweight, fairly short trench coat and a large canvas tote bag; whatever Dave had planned was still a mystery. The only scenario which seemed likely by what she saw so far was outrageous enough, to be sure. She wondered if her hubby was hoping she’d strip down, putting most or maybe ALL of her clothing in the tote bag and go on to the restaurant wearing only the coat? “That does sound kind of hot,” she whispered to herself, “but it doesn’t seem complicated enough for Dave.”
Kristen picked up the coat and gave it a shake to get the wrinkles out and saw a large envelope drop out. “This is definitely it,” she thought as she picked up the envelope. The envelope marked “For Kristen.” She felt a shiver as she tried to imagine what kind of scenario her husband had set up for her, pausing a moment, then excitedly tearing the envelope open. Out fell a single sheet of paper, a tiger mask, and three dice. She began reading the longish note, printed in Dave’s typical neat style…
“Kristen, my love, you really shouldn’t make bets with open-ended penalties, but I do love that you do, as long as it’s with me!
Instructions and rules:
Please take off whatever top (blouse, sweater, etc.) and bottom (skirt, pants, shorts, etc.) you’re currently wearing and place them in the tote bag. No other clothing needs to be removed at this point, but going forward any part of your outfit you take off should also go in the tote after it comes off you.
Put on the coat and mask; you might want to be anonymous at some point soon!
Bring the tote bag, dice, and your phone to the elevator. Call it to your current floor and get in. Set a timer on your phone for 15 minutes, but don’t start it yet. Prop your phone up in a corner of the elevator so we can have a Facetime call at some point.
Your task is as follows: Start the timer and roll the dice, then go to whatever floor number matches the total roll of the dice. Once you reach the floor selected, you are to either take off one item of clothing if you are at an even-numbered floor, or put one on if you’re at an odd-numbered floor. Once you’ve made whatever adjustment to your outfit is called for, repeat the process. If you get all the way through 6 cycles before the 15 minutes are over, you have the option of being done, whatever you are or are not wearing.
If you continue past the first six cycles, whether by default because you took longer than 15 minutes or simply because you didn’t want to quit just yet, toss one of the dice into the tote bag and tackle the next 6 cycles using the two remaining. By starting again, you are committing to finishing the entire new group of cycles before you can be done (assuming you make it through the new group in less than the new 15-minute interval).
If you are continuing after the second group of 6 cycles, toss another die in the tote and continue as before.
This random, dice dictated process is to go on until you either finish one of the groups of 6 cycles in less than15 minutes and opt out, OR the dice were unkind and you’ve lost all of your clothes! If you find yourself facing complete nudity, you may take the option to sacrifice your mask in place of whatever final piece of clothing is left, in hope that some good luck is just around the corner.
If at any point you DO end up completely naked, take the elevator all the way down to the lobby. When you reach the ground floor, press the button for the 18th floor, then step out of the elevator, into the lobby. Place the tote bag on the security checkpoint counter, leaving everything you’ve placed in the tote inside. Go back to the elevator and call it back down from the 18th floor, get in and take it all the way up to the 18th floor. Step out of the elevator, wait for the doors to close, then press the call button and get in for your last elevator trip of the evening. Press the buttons for EVERY floor and stand in the middle of the elevator facing the courtyard until you reach the first floor. Get off the elevator on the 1st floor (don’t forget your phone) and walk down the grand staircase to the lobby. Retrieve the tote bag from the security desk and walk to the parking garage. Go ahead and put the clothes in the bag back on if you’d like. I’ll be waiting for you at the car.
Kristen read the instructions at least three times, trying to work out exactly what kind of outcome Dave’s instructions were leading her to. “I wonder how long he spent setting this scheme up?” she said as she unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. Despite being certain there was nobody but her in the office, she felt nervous as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. “I’m going to have to scold Tina for not tipping me off about what he was up to,” she said as she put her placed her discarded clothing into the tote.
She put on the coat and mask, then headed for the elevator, remembering at the last minute to take Tina’s note, and more importantly, Dave’s instructions with her, imagining the embarrassment she’d be facing at work Monday morning if she left them behind!
Her heart already racing before she’d even risked any serious exposure, Kristen made her first roll of the dice, getting a total of 12. She pressed the button for the 12th floor. “Even,” she thought, “Great, losing ground already.” She slipped her feet out of the black heels and dropped them into the tote.
Her next roll worked out better, sort of. She got the unlikely total of 3, which being an odd number meant she got to put something on. The bad news was that she’d be getting into her skirt fairly close to the level of the event in the courtyard. She decided that in the absence of any rules about this in Dave’s damned instructions she was justified in facing away from the courtyard, as far from the glass exterior wall as possible, letting the angle and the coat hide what she was doing.
Kristen rolled the dice again, getting a total of 14. “Damn, even again,” she said, “at least I’m far away from the courtyard here.” Shortly after the elevator came to a stop, her phone buzzed; looking at the screen she saw Dave’s name pop up, looking to begin a Facetime video call. She knelt in front of the phone and accepted the call, saying, “Please hold, all of our representatives are busy following twisted directions from their husbands.”
“Sounds good, keep up the good work.” Dave replied, “Just thought I’d join the party, you know, providing moral support.”
“Immoral support, more likely, but sure, welcome,” she replied. “I’m a little lonely here, with nobody to help me out,” she whispered. “I have to do everything myself,” she continued, slowly rolling down one of her thigh-high stockings. “So much to do, and no help from anyone,” she said coyly as she worked the other stocking down her calf and off her foot. After rolling her stockings up and dropping them in the tote, she said, “Gotta go now, time to roll the dice.”
“YES!” Kristen shouted as she saw the dice settle in place showing a total of 9, “just what I needed!” She pressed the button for the 9th floor; once there she took off her coat to make putting her blouse on possible. With the blouse on and coat back in place, she buttoned about as many buttons as she would normally at work, surprised that this game of Dave’s was, so far, allowing her to stay fairly respectable. She wondered if that was intentional, but decided that him letting her off the hook too easily was unlikely. She moved on to the next roll of the dice.
“Crap,” Kristen mumbled as she saw her latest roll total 14, sending her back up to the floor she worked on to remove a piece of clothing. She smiled, thinking how her weekday elevator trips to and from her office would never feel the same. Not wanting to lose the overall cover provided by her coat, she reluctantly unbuttoned her skirt and unzipped it, letting it slip down to the floor. She dropped it into the tote and picked up the dice.
Kristen’s next roll, a 7, let her dig her skirt right back out of the tote and put it back on, at a floor high enough that she didn’t need to worry about the people below catching on to her odd behavior. As soon as she finished zipping up her skirt she checked the timer on her phone; 14:32, allowing her to be done if she wanted to. The fact that she’d managed to get her blouse and skirt on, actually ending up more covered than when she started, made her fairly confident that she could carry on without truly making a spectacle of herself.
Knowing how her husband’s mind worked, she had prepared herself for a penalty way more scandalous than this one was turning out to be. While she didn’t exactly want to be seriously exposed, after the way her imagination had built up how this evening might go she kind of wanted to get just a little bit naughtier, and was sure Dave would feel the same.
“Let’s do it, six more rolls!” she said, her heart racing as she committed to…something. She dropped one of the three dice into the tote and rolled the two remaining. She frowned at the result, a 3 and a five, sending her up one floor, thinking about how to proceed. Having finally managed to get back into her blouse and her skirt, she decided to remove something less obvious. She reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down far enough for them to drop the rest of the way to the floor. She kicked the purple thong towards the tote, but missed by a few inches, giggling as she bent over to retrieve them and finally deposit them in the bag along with her shoes and stockings.
“Okay, dice, time for an odd number,” she whispered to the two red cubes before rolling them. “Damn!” she grumbled at seeing two 5’s, “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear, I wanted an odd-numbered TOTAL, not two odd numbers! Oh, shit, am I really talking to inanimate objects and hoping they’ll respond?” She thought about her options, trying to decide which piece of clothing’s absence would matter least, eventually settling on removing her bra.
Being all the way up at the 10th floor made her feel a bit less self-conscious, but the whole process of taking off her coat, undoing the hooks through her blouse, and wrestling the straps down the sleeves of her blouse and over her hands took a while. By the time she finally was able to pull the lacy black bra out through the open front of her blouse and reunite it with her shoes, stockings, and panties already in the tote bag, she began to worry a bit about completing the current group of dice rolls and associated outfit adjustments before passing the 15-minute deadline; having just parted ways with what was left of her lingerie, she was thinking a third group of 6 cycles would likely leave her naked or close to it.
Kristen’s next roll of the dice calmed her down slightly, the 6 and 5 result requiring her to head up just one more floor, and more importantly, put something back on, ending her short losing streak. She belatedly remembered to put her coat back on, then reached into the tote to get her thong, thinking it was probably the quickest thing to get on of what was available. When she grabbed the skimpy purple garment and pulled it out of the tote she ended up lifting one shoe and a stocking along with the thong. “Really? Was that necessary?” she grumbled as she separated the three items. Hearing muffled laughter behind her, she turned around in time to see Dave’s face on her phone’s screen, clearly trying to stifle his laughter.
“So my struggles amuse you?” Kristen asked angrily.
“I’m sorry you’re having a problem, but the look on your face when you pulled that clump of assorted clothes out of the tote, well, you can decide for yourself if it was funny when you watch the video.”
“You’re RECORDING this?” she shouted, “You never mentioned that little detail!”
“Sorry. I thought you’d like to be able to review your adventure later.”
Still angry but also a little excited by the idea of whatever was going to happen before she was finished being recorded, she growled, “I don’t have time for this conversation right now, but this damned well better not be available to anyone but us!” Having made sure Dave understood her one hard and fast rule about his recording of her, she returned to getting her thong back on.
Kristen’s winning streak ended at one roll, as she rolled snake eyes, not only requiring her to remove something, but to do it pretty close to the level of the courtyard. Her hand was a little shaky as she pressed the button for the second floor, but she didn’t hesitate, knowing she needed to keep moving if she wanted to beat the 15-minute deadline. She was still thinking it would be good to have the option of bailing out of this craziness, but knowing Dave was not only watching but recording her actions had her wondering what she would choose if she had a choice.
She was distracted enough by the question of whether or not she would choose a third set of 6 cycles that she didn’t notice that she’d reached the second floor until the door opened. She got as far from the exterior wall as possible and faced away from the courtyard before pulling down and stepping out of her thong. She hoped the fundraiser happening just beyond the elevator’s glass wall was interesting enough that nobody was paying attention to the dark-haired woman riding the elevator up and down without ever getting off. She laughed as she realized a little too late that even if her attempt at being discreet about the removal of her undies had succeeded, dropping the purple thong in the tote bag right next to the exterior wall might well have made a few fundraiser attendees take note of her.
Kristen’s next roll of the dice was a mixed bag; she rolled 6, which meant taking another item off, but at least got to strip off whatever she chose at a high enough level to not be watched by anyone in the courtyard. On the way up to the 6th floor she considered her options; coat, blouse, or skirt? The coat could cover every part of her body which absolutely needed to be covered, so it wasn’t going anywhere. The blouse was the second best thing at covering her left, just about long enough to cover her pussy and most of her ass as long as there was absolutely no wind and she wasn’t careless enough to bend over. The skirt needed to go. Again. Once she’d made up her mind she wasted no time getting the skirt off and dropping it into the tote bag, but felt a chill as she realized there were now more pieces of her outfit in the tote than there were still on her!
Kristen hurried to toss the dice and get on with the next cycle, the 6th in the current group. She rolled a 5, happy to only be going one floor, and even happier to not be about to lose any more of her dwindling supply of clothing. She grabbed her skirt the second the elevator stopped at the 5th floor and immediately stepped into the pleated black garment, not even taking the few seconds needed to step away from the floor to ceiling glass exterior wall.
As soon as she had buttoned the skirt, Kristen dropped to her knees to check the timer. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the timer readout — 15:39. While she still was reasonably well covered, she couldn’t afford to lose much more without showing a whole lot more. “I presume you’re enjoying seeing me slowly losing my outfit?” she asked Dave, who’d been quiet since she yelled at him for recording her without telling her first.
“You know I am,” he replied, “Always! But you really haven’t shown much yet; it’s still possible you’ll get through the next group wearing enough to go straight to our dinner at Pablo’s!”
“We’ll see,” she replied.
“I hope so!” he laughed.
After dropping one die into the tote bag, Kristen reset the timer and rolled the one remaining, coming up with a 4. Her previous decision still held; the skirt was the least essential piece of clothing she had left, so she got it off, quickly. Conscious of the need to not waste time, she rolled the single die as soon as her skirt was safely in the tote. When she saw what number she’d rolled she felt a little chill.
2. Even. She couldn’t decide whether to give up her coat or her blouse. Losing the blouse would mean being naked except for the coat, and completely exposed when her blouse was off and her coat wasn’t back on yet. Worse yet, at the 2nd floor, she’d be pretty easy for the people in the courtyard to see no matter where in the elevator she stood. Taking the other option, losing her coat, would avoid being completely exposed, but would mean relying completely on her blouse for cover. She had a rough idea of how low its hem was; the blouse might, maybe, be long enough to cover her pussy and most of her butt cheeks, but not by much even if it was. She decided to go with possible partial nudity instead of even briefly being completely nude. The coat had to go.
Though she was doing what she could to avoid being seen in the nude by a crowd of strangers, while she was stripping out of the coat Kristen couldn’t resist finding an angle where the opened side of the coat nicely blocked the view from the courtyard as she treated Dave to a nice long pussy flash! Once she was done teasing her husband via Facetime, she tugged the hem of her blouse as low as it would go and let the coat slip off her arms, landing on the floor behind her.
“Oops, didn’t think that through very well,” she moaned, trying to think of a way to pick up the coat without showing either pussy, ass, or maybe both. The best idea she could come up with was to face the exterior and bend over to pick it up, holding the hem down in front. She could tell her ass was completely uncovered when she was bent over, but was fairly sure nobody down in the courtyard had an angle to see it. Or at least not much of it. She folded the coat and deposited it in the tote.
Kristen rolled the single die and felt her pulse pounding in her temples when she saw she’d rolled a 6. While the 6th floor was high enough for it to be all but impossible for people in the courtyard to see her strip out of her last remaining cover, she remembered what Dave’s instructions said she was supposed to do if she were to end up naked; she actually dug the instructions out to verify, and grimaced as she confirmed she would need to visit the lobby and make a trip to the 18th floor and back, all while completely nude! “No way, there’s got to be another way!” she whined.
Then she remembered the last-ditch option Dave had included for just this situation, allowing her to substitute her mask for whatever last item of clothing she was faced with losing. She had no way of knowing if anyone down in the courtyard knew her, so she was tempted to hang on to the mask and just accept that a few dozen people were going to see her naked, without knowing who she was. Giving up her mask also appealed to her, offering her a chance to get through Dave’s challenge without ever getting naked at all if she could just get enough odd-numbered rolls to keep minimally covered. Thinking back on the last few rolls, she realized that 4 of the last 5 were even — surely things should even out at some point!
“Let’s do this!” she shouted as she tossed her mask in the tote. Though she sounded confident, her thoughts included a jumble of anxiety, shame, fear, and surprisingly, no small amount of exhilaration. If she could control whether the die she was about to roll came up even or odd she was sure she would choose odd, but part of her couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to have one more even roll, now that her last way of sidestepping doing what that would require had been used!
The die seemed to bounce around the elevator floor longer than she remembered any of her other rolls doing, but eventually settled in a corner. Four dots faced up. Kristen stared at the die for ten seconds, not quite believing what she was seeing. She picked the die up and tossed it into the tote, thinking she’d keep it as a reminder of this escapade. Her hand shook a bit as she reached for the button for the 4th floor, but she managed to press it, and moments later heard the chime announcing her arrival.
Kristen stepped up to the exterior wall to see what was going on in the courtyard; the stage was empty, the speeches apparently finished, but the crowd didn’t seem to have diminished. She backed up, not all the way to the door wall of the elevator, but somewhere near the middle. She began undoing the buttons on her blouse, her hands trembling as she unfastened the first few. She continued, but stopped when the lowest three buttons were all that were left. “Am I really doing this?” she thought, amazed at the sight of her reflection, hardly believing she was the wild chick in the window, wearing only a blouse, and even that open all the way down to her waist. She asked Dave, “Do you really want me to go through with this? All of it?”
“I can’t help it, I can’t imagine anything sexier than what you’re doing and may be about to do, but if it’s too much for you and you want to stop, of course it’s okay. Love you!” he replied.
“It’s fucking scary, but feels amazing. I’m going to try to do it, every bit, unless you tell me to stop. Last chance,” Kristen replied, her voice cracking. She looked straight at the phone’s camera for at least 10 seconds, and hearing no comment from Dave blew him a kiss, smiled, and went back to work on her last three buttons.
“No turning back now, girl,” she told herself as the third button from the bottom came free. “Dave definitely wants this to happen,” she thought as she unfastened the next to last button. “Good thing he does, because somehow, so do I!” she whispered to herself as she worked the last button free. She tugged the shimmering gold blouse off her shoulders, opening the gap in front enough to let anyone who happened to look up from the far side of the courtyard a distant but clear view of her breasts, not to mention her clean-shaven pussy!
Kristen closed her eyes and straightened both arms, pointing them to the floor, she felt a chill as her last bit of cover slid easily down her arms and fell to the floor. She froze in that position for at least a minute, hardly believing she had gone through with Dave’s crazy scheme. With her eyes still shut tight, her current situation seemed more like a dream than anything from real life, or maybe a particularly vivid fantasy. Any lingering disbelief that she had indeed stripped every bit of her clothing off and was now completely naked was eliminated when she finally opened her eyes and saw her reflection, definitely in the nude and apparently happy about it, looking back at herself and smiling broadly.
Kristen took a minute to process what she’d just done, and think ahead to her remaining tasks. She took a couple of steps forward, right up to the glass exterior wall, blocking the reflections with her hands to try to see if anyone in the courtyard below seemed to be looking her way. She laughed as she thought about how wary she had been just a few minutes ago about taking her thong off anywhere near the glass, even with her skirt and coat blocking any possible view of anything significant. “That made sense back when I thought I might be able to stay decent all the way through this adventure,” she thought, “but now? There’s no way I’ll get away with walking around the lobby in the nude without someone seeing me.”
Kristen bent over and picked her blouse up off the floor and dropped it in the tote bag, joining every other thing she’d been wearing when she’d walked into the building. Back then the most exciting part of her evening had been anticipation of a nice dinner at her favorite restaurant. Her night out had become exponentially more exciting and seemed to be about to become even more nerve-wracking. She had no way of knowing if the next task Dave had given her, the round trip across the lobby between the elevator and the security desk, would be seen by one person or sixty. “There’s always a chance that nobody at all will notice me,” she said, trying to psych herself up. She was surprised to realize she was actually hoping to have some number of spectators greater than zero.
With no idea what sort of audience she might be about to attract, Kristen pressed the button for the ground floor, then turned to watch the changing view of the courtyard. Her pulse shot up as the elevator went down. When the elevator approached the second floor, she cringed as she saw how close some of the people outside were. Finally arriving at the ground floor, she got a bit of an unexpected reprieve; she had completely forgotten about the fountain along the face of the building. The fountain consisted of a series of jets, each sending a stream of water straight up fifteen feet or so, forming a wall of water along the middle of the building’s face right in front of the bank of elevators.
As relieved as she was to have the fountain shielding her from being seen by the fundraiser crowd, she knew the protection it was providing was temporary. She couldn’t remember the timing, but she knew the water shot up to its highest level, almost 20 feet high, for about a minute, then dropped by half for a similar amount of time, then finally shut down almost completely for a minute or so, its plumes of water barely breaking the surface of the pool of water at ground level.
Kristen stepped off the elevator as Dave’s instructions required, pressing the button for the 18th floor on her way out. Seeing the elevator pull away for the top floor, she was hit with another of her periodic shivering fits, knowing she’d just sent away her quickest option for getting out of sight if she turned out to have more eyeballs focused on her than she could handle. Despite being nervous, she kept track of the fountain’s phases. Just as she remembered, the full height streams settled down to half height. Half-height was high enough to keep her out of sight, so she stayed put near where she’d stepped off the elevator until she saw the streaming water faltering before making her move.
Kristen’s legs felt like lead as she strode away from the bank of elevators and headed for the security desk. She had already decided to walk, not run the 40 yards to her destination, reasoning that a naked young woman running would attract more attention than the same woman walking slowly. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know if her theory was proving to be correct, but as she approached the security desk she couldn’t help taking a quick look to her right to see if she was being watched.
“Ohmigod!” she moaned, seeing a group of eight or ten fundraiser attendees right outside the lobby doors, most of whom were facing away from the lobby. Most, but not all. The only member of their group not looking out to the courtyard, a slim blonde in a little black dress, looking straight at Kristen, and was pointing vigorously at the unlikely sight of a shapely naked brunette carrying a tote bag, evidently urging her group to turn around and see for themselves what she was going on about. Kristen saw the rest of the group beginning to turn her way; she shuddered as she realized she was about to have a lot of people see her in the nude!
Kristen paused for a moment, unsure what she should do. She could hide behind the desk, but her rapidly growing audience might attract even more viewers. “Who knows how long I might be stuck there?” she thought. She could drop off the tote bag as planned and make a run for the elevator, escaping to a point high enough to get out of sight, but thought, “If I go back to the elevator too soon I might end up with just as many people seeing me there before the water starts up again, on top of this group who’ve already seen about all there is of me to see.”
After a minute of trying to decide which of her bad options sucked the least, she ended up staying with her default plan, reasoning that there was no undoing what this group had already seen, and continuing her walk might actually result in fewer people in total seeing her nude than her other options, assuming she timed her arrival to coincide with the time the water could hide her. She put her tote bag on the desk as planned and, then paused to look at her amazed audience. She faced the group and shrugged, her shoulders hunched, palms up, and eyebrows raised as if to say, “Beats me, your guess is as good as mine!”
Kristen was halfway back to the elevator before another option came to her; she couldn’t help laughing when she realized she could have just put the coat in her tote bag on. “But what fun would that be?” she giggled as she continued, slowly, putting more and more distance between herself and her bag full of clothing.
Kristen timed her leisurely walk well, reaching the elevator with the fountain’s jets still sending water up almost 20 feet. She pressed the button to bring the elevator down from the 18th floor. She wondered whether or not the cab would arrive before the wall of water dropped off and left her exposed to a new batch of spectators. The doors opened at the lobby around the time the fountain began the half-height part of its cycle, still providing her with more than enough cover as she stepped into the elevator, and plenty of time for the doors to close, the button for the 18th floor to be pressed and the cab to whisk her away to the relatively private upper floors.
Kristen had more than enough time to escape unseen by any of the crowd on the other side of the fountain, but she hesitated, walking up to the elevator’s glass exterior wall and standing there. “I wonder how close to me the nearest people on the other side of the water are right now,” she said, “and what would they think if I was still standing here when the water dropped down!”
She went back to the array of buttons and pressed two of them; the one for the 18th floor, and also the “open doors” button, delaying her departure by some delightfully unknown number of seconds. Once she finished her delaying tactic at the buttons, she dashed back to the outside wall, this time actually pressing up against the cool glass. She reached her chosen position just as the doors reached their fully open position. Seconds later the fountain’s jets shut down and the wall of water disappeared.
The fifteen seconds between the time the water settled down and the moment the elevator was finally too high for the cluster of startled people just beyond the fountain to see Kristen seemed like forever to her, but were over all too soon for at least some of her audience. She felt light-headed being face to face with at least a half dozen people, most of whom were no more than eight or ten feet away but resisted the urge to back away, try to cover up, or even just turn around.
As the elevator rose to the 18th floor Kristen could hardly believe what she was doing. She’d been acting like she was possessed, not only accepting being caught naked but now actively causing her own exposure. Until just a couple of years ago, she would have never even thought about behaving the way she was now. She still felt a lot of embarrassment, some shame, and worried she was getting out of control, but recognized that even her most reckless behavior had all been her choice. She wasn’t out of control, exactly, she just was choosing to let herself be wild for a change!
As the elevator carried her up, Kristen had a new idea; “since there’s nothing in Dave’s instructions prohibiting it, and who knows when I’ll have another opportunity like this, I think I’ll drop by the office for a short visit,” she said to herself. She pressed the button for the 14th floor just in time and stepped off the elevator and into her company’s reception area. She punched in the code to unlock the door and noticed her reflection in the door; she couldn’t help laughing at how her look had changed since she left the office less than an hour ago! “Back then I was so nervous about taking off my blouse and skirt in the middle of the empty office,” she thought, “I never would have believed then that I’d be coming back like this!”
Kristen took selfies all around the office, “For Dave,” she said, but deep down she knew they were at least as much for herself. Considering she was naked, most of them were fairly tame, but a few were definitely NSFW. Her favorite shot took a few tries to get right, but she thought it was worth the effort; she propped her phone up a few feet away from her desk and set up its time-lapse photo app to take a photo every 10 seconds, then shoved aside her workspace’s monitor, keyboard, and mouse. Her stage cleared of obstacles, she climbed up on the desk and sprawled over the various reports she’d be coming back to Monday morning.
She experimented with several poses, eventually coming up with one which was simple but sexy. Lying on her back with her right leg bent, raising her knee just enough to hide her pussy while covering (barely) her boobs with her left hand and arm. Her right breast didn’t have much more than its nipple hidden, but she managed to conceal enough that she thought she could imagine showing it to a few friends. “I doubt Dave would object; even though I’m naked in these pics, you can’t really see much more than you can when I wear that crazy bikini he bought me for our last vacation!” she chuckled.
She wrapped up her visit by using the copier to make a scan of her boobs, then emailed it to Dave; her phone started ringing less than a minute from when she pressed send. “So, now I know how to get you to call me right away,” she teased Dave.
“Yeah, you definitely got my attention!” he replied, “And where exactly are you? Is everything okay? I expected to see you in the parking garage by now.”
“I’m just leaving my office,” she replied, “and everything is fine. I just thought it would be fun to take a few nudie selfies at my workplace; I don’t think I’m ready to do that during working hours. Not yet.”
“That sounds like an excellent use of your time; I promise you won’t hear me complain about you taking a little longer to finish your adventure if documenting your journey is the cause,” he answered, “as long as I get to see the results!”
“I didn’t think you’d mind. I have to admit, I also was hoping that the crowd in the courtyard might have thinned out a bit while I’ve been up here; I’m sure I’ve crushed my record for how many people have seen me naked in one day. I’m kind of looking forward to getting back to the tote bag and putting some clothes on.”
“As much as I prefer you to be naked, I understand,” he said sadly, “so feel free to put on whatever you’d like when you get back to the tote bag.”
“I wondered if my nudity was beginning to bore you when I noticed you’d ended our Facetime call. I think you missed some of the most exciting parts!” she teased.
“Low battery, I had to charge it for a few minutes, but I think it’s got enough juice to catch the end of your outing.”
“You better start soon, I’m just about to get back on the elevator,” she replied.
Dave’s Facetime call request popped onto her screen almost before the elevator doors closed; she accepted the call and pointed out the direction the elevator was moving, “Still following your directions,” she said as the elevator arrived at the 18th floor, “you can’t complain about me taking any shortcuts.” From her high perch she could see a large screen above the stage, with a slide show of images; apparently, things being auctioned to raise funds. She saw vacation packages, home improvements, a car, and more modest items like gift certificates to assorted local businesses.
“Believe me, sweetheart, I have no complaints! None!” Dave said as she treated him to a closeup of her boobs jiggling when she hopped out of the elevator, with an encore a few seconds later when she jumped back on. She pressed buttons for every floor and waited calmly for her trip to the 1st floor to be finished. With the combined wait at every floor for the doors to open, wait for the nonexistent passengers to step aboard, then the wait for the doors to slowly close before finally moving down to the next floor, her calm began to be mixed in with some fear and a bit of excitement as she came ever closer to being viewable.
Contrary to her expectations, she could see the crowd in the courtyard had not decreased by all that much. A troubling but somehow delicious thought came to her; “Are they waiting to see if the naked chick in the elevator is going to come back? They’ll find out soon enough!” By the time she was down to the third floor, she was close enough to see that, yes, at least a quarter of those still in the courtyard were facing the elevator. “Look at the stage, people!” she laughed.
Seeing a few dozen heads turned to follow her progress, Kristen felt her pulse soaring and her stomach doing flips. She debated getting out at the 2nd floor, still fairly high above the audience waiting for her arrival, but still hadn’t decided before the doors closed, taking away that option. She was ready one floor further down; Dave’s plan called for her to get out there anyway, and no way was she going all the way to the Ground floor in the elevator, not with that many eyeballs trained on her at such close range! She got off at the 1st floor and hustled to the back of the lobby.
At the back wall of the lobby, Kristen was hard, if not impossible to see from most of the courtyard. She paused to think about what she should do. She could make a run for the elevator and go back to an upper floor, maybe to her office, and wait for the crowd to give up, but having just given them a quick look at her, she knew it might be a long wait, and rejected this option. She could try to find another way down to the parking garage through the service corridors and exit stairs, but she had no idea where they led and worried that she might find herself forced to exit to the exterior and be locked out of the building. She wondered what it said about her that she found that particular scenario kind of arousing, but rejected it as well.
Once again, her least awful option was to carry out the remainder of Dave’s plan. She walked hesitantly to the top of the grand stair leading to the lobby and began walking down the wide, curved stair. She knew that well before she was halfway down, she’d be in full view of anyone at the entrance doors near the security desk, but at least she wouldn’t be too close to the exterior. Feeling too unsteady to hurry down, she kept to a stately pace, not allowing herself a look to the exterior and her audience.
The combination of the elegant stair and her deliberate pace made her think of a princess in a movie. “Yeah, it’s like I’m Cinderella, but instead of just losing one shoe, I’ve somehow lost everything I had on!” The silly idea calmed her down and she actually laughed as she thought about a prince searching throughout his kingdom for the woman for whom the purple thong was a perfect fit.
“What’s so funny?” Dave asked as he heard Kristen chuckling. She told him about her naked princess scenario. “I don’t need a fairy godmother,” she told him, “I’m going to be satisfied just getting the coat out of the tote and on me as quickly as possible to avoid having to walk all the way to the parking garage entrance at the other end of the lobby in the nude!”
“Are you sure? It seems like the security desk is out of your way, maybe it would be better to just come straight to the garage,” he suggested.
Kristen knew he was right about the distance she’d need to travel being a lot longer if she went for the bag of clothing, but couldn’t help being annoyed by Dave. His second-guessing her was the last thing she needed right now, when she was about to either turn left to get her tote bag or turn right toward the garage. “I see what you’re up to,” she replied, “you’re trying to trick me into going all the way to the car naked, and who knows where else with all my clothes left behind here! Time to end this call, I’ll see you in a few minutes.” She silenced her phone, ignoring Dave’s attempt to call her back, and turned left toward the Security desk and her tote, sitting right where she had left it.
Knowing she was close to retrieving her clothes, Kristen began to relax and enjoy her last 30 yards of walking through the lobby naked; she even began to be amused by the crowd watching through the doors at the entrance. “Such a lot of fuss over a bit of exposed skin,” she thought, then seeing her reflection in one of the doors, said out loud, “Okay, I guess a whole lot of skin, but still, you’d think this was their first time seeing a naked woman!”
Despite her audience being noticeably larger than when she’d left the tote the tote bag behind, Kristen was more relaxed as she returned to retrieve it. “They’ve already seen about everything there is to see, so there’s no point in rushing now,” she thought, “Besides, in a minute I’ll be walking away wearing my coat and heels, looking perfectly respectable, so let them gawk while they can!” She even paused just before reaching the security desk to stop and wave at her admirers, who roared their approval.
Finally standing in front of the desk, she looked down into her bag, blinked a few times, and began taking items out one at a time and setting them out on the desk. Her left shoe, then the right one, followed by a stocking, then its mate. Then, nothing, because that was what the bag now held. Nothing.
Kristen sat on the desk, stunned as she thought about what to do next; she hardly noticed the crowd outside now. “How can this be happening?” she wondered, “Dave’s the only other person around, and most of the time he’s been chatting with me on a video call from the parking garage. But not ALL the time, she remembered, there was some time he was not on Facetime, supposedly because his phone’s battery was fading. That has to be it, he was intentionally out of touch so she could grab most of my clothes while his directions sent me on a slow trip up to the 18th floor and back down!”
She looked at what apparently passed for an outfit in Dave’s mind, debating whether or not to put the few items on. “Apparently my husband wants to see me walking around in just high heels and stockings. In public. Lucky for him I’m vain enough to want my legs and ass to look as good as possible if a whole boatload of people are going to see me naked,” she thought, “and these shoes do the trick. As for the stockings, well, why not. In for a penny…” She rolled the sheer black stockings up smoothing them a bit more thoroughly than was necessary for the benefit of her rapt audience, then strapped her feet into her shiny black heels.
Kristin hopped off the desk and set off on the trek to the stair down to the parking garage. Her long walk to the opposite side of the building was uneventful, at least as much as a long leisurely stroll past a hundred or so people while more or less naked could be. She managed to stay calm, even when she heard a few of the men who had noticed her pounding on the doors, trying to get her attention.
As she came closer to the stair leading to the garage, Kristen also was getting close to the stage; she could hear a woman’s voice coming from speakers at the corners of the stage, “What am I bid for lot number 17, a stunning ensemble donated just a short while ago,” the auctioneer asked, “in fact, I’ve been told the donor has literally given us the shirt off her back! An impressive bit of generosity which I hope brings an equally high bid!”
Kristen felt herself blush as she saw, projected on a massive screen behind the auctioneer, a photo of the outfit she had been wearing when she arrived there not much more than an hour ago, most of it, anyway; the outfit making up lot #17 included a black skirt, gold blouse, a lacy black bra, and a purple thong! It did not include shoes or stockings.
Already stunned to see the clothes she had expected to be wearing shortly being auctioned off, Kristen was beyond shocked at what came up on the screen a minute later – a second photo of her former clothing, this one obviously one of the ones taken by Dave, showing her posing in the outfit in their living room earlier this evening! The hastily added mask pasted over her face did make her unrecognizable but did little to calm her down. After a few seconds to put together what was going on she texted Dave: “need u to get up here NOW”
Dave keyed in the code to enter the stair leading up to the lobby and ran up the stairs two at a time, thinking Kristin was in trouble and was surprised to see her waiting for him at the top of the stair, by herself, not seeming to have anyone nearby to harass her; “What’s up, why aren’t you coming downstairs? When I saw your text I was afraid you were in some kind of trouble.”
“If anyone is in trouble it’s you,” Kristin growled, pointing at her clothing on the big screen.
“I was going to tell you as soon as you got back to the car,” he replied, “I didn’t think they’d have those photos up on the screen before you were in the garage.”
“I’m not hearing an explanation, let alone anything like an apology,” she replied coolly.
“You’ve said many times you wished we could donate more to the zoo; I’ve heard some wealthy supporters often bid well above the value of the items at this event, so I thought this would be a way to get the zoo more money than we could afford to give. I have a whole other outfit waiting for you in the car.”
Kristen was still annoyed at having Dave’s scheme be sprung on her this way, but she could see he’d meant well. Her anger was already starting to fade when she heard the auctioneer thanking the winning bidder on lot #17, her clothes; she was amazed to hear that someone was willing to pay $850 for her lot! The auctioneer moved on to take bids on what she said was the final item to be bid on, a gift certificate to a local spa.
“Okay, it looks like you were right about maximizing our contribution, but I’m still angry about you doing it all behind my back,” she said, and you say you’ve packed another outfit for me?”
“Yeah, I even threw in some extra items so you’d have options,” he answered.
“A complete outfit, including stockings and shoes?” she asked.
“Yes, at least one version of everything you left home wearing tonight,” he assured her.
“How about my mask and coat?”
“They’re in the car, but you won’t need them once you’re dressed,” he answered.
“Go get them, quickly!” she ordered.
“I don’t understand…okay.” he agreed, seeing her expression hardening at his questioning her order.
Dave was back with Kristen’s mask and coat in less than a minute, still catching his breath as she took them from him; he asked, “Why do you need these when I’ve got a whole outfit and more waiting for you at the car?”
“I’m still wearing the few items you left me from my first outfit, but I won’t be needing them anymore if you’ve brought replacements,” she explained, pointing at her legs and feet, “but I can’t donate them without something to cover myself with when I’m on the stage.” She put her coat and mask on as she spoke.
“On the stage? Why can’t I just bring them out to the auctioneer for you?” he asked.
“Because, if anybody in the crowd knows you, they’d be sure to figure out whose clothes were being auctioned!” she said just before she pushed one of the row of doors open on her way to the stage.
The auctioneer was thanking the attendees for helping make the event a success and was on the verge of saying goodnight when Kristen, climbing the steps up to the stage and waving, caught her eye. Not sure yet what Kristen was up to, the auctioneer turned off her microphone and said, “I’m sorry, the last item of the night has been sold, if that’s why you’re here.”
“I’m not buying, I’d like to donate a few things,” Kristen said, “There were a few items which really should have been included in lot #17, but due to some miscommunication my shoes and stockings weren’t included.
The auctioneer raised her eyebrows and said, “Let me get this straight, you’d like me to auction off your stockings and shoes while you’re still wearing them?”
“Yes,” Kristen answered, “Sorry to drop such a last-minute thing on you, but I’d like the zoo to get everything it can from this event.”
“It’s quite irregular, but okay,” the auctioneer said. Turning her microphone back on, she addressed the crowd, “Well folks, it seems we’re not done yet, we do have more items on offer. The donor of Lot #17 has made available her stockings and shoes, and is modeling them for you just to my right. We’ll begin with the shoes — let’s start the bidding off at $100.”
Kristen slipped out of her black heels and picked one up to show it off.
“What size?” a woman in the audience shouted.
“9, Kristen answered.
The auctioneer urged the bidders to go higher in $50 increments, eventually declaring them “Sold, for $450 to the lady in the red dress! The new owner of Kristen’s former favorite heels stepped forward, handed the auctioneer a check, and accepted her purchase from Kristen.
The auctioneer moved on to the final item, Kristen’s stockings.
Despite a lower starting bid, the bids on her sheer black hosiery ended up topping the heels, going to a determined bidder for the ridiculous price of $535! Kristen sat on a chair someone had brought out for her and peeled the stocking from her left leg, then rolled down the right one. She handed both to a middle-aged man who, despite having been willing to pay an absurd amount of money for them seemed embarrassed accepting them from Kristen, barely able to make eye contact.
Kristen wasn’t sure if she should just walk off once her last-minute additions to the auction had been claimed, but when the auctioneer jumped right into thanking the attendees for making the event a success, she figured she should wait until the auctioneer wrapped up her goodbyes. Which was why she was still on the stage, feeling a little awkward in nothing but her short trench coat and tiger mask, when a man’s voice interrupted the auctioneer.
“How much for the coat?” the man asked.
“I have not been asked to auction that item.” the auctioneer replied, clearly annoyed.
“I’m asking. What’s the opening bid for the coat?” He persisted.
“Covering her mike, the auctioneer said to Kristen, “He’s just going to keep at this. If it’s okay with you, I can give him an outrageous opening bid price to shut him up.”
“It would have to be a price guaranteed to be too high for him to accept,” Kristen replied nervously.
Guessing what was making Kristen so nervous, the auctioneer asked, “Exactly what have you got on under that coat?”
“Um, nothing, everything else was in lot #17. I wasn’t expecting this.” Kristen replied sheepishly. “If he accepts your opening bid, does that mean I’d have to…”
“Give him the coat? I’m afraid so, if you offer it to him, he agrees to your price, and makes payment, yes.”
“Okay, let’s say $25,000. That should make him back down, don’t you think?”
“That should do it, but you never know,” the auctioneer, We’re kind of beyond my experience here. So you’re good with $25,000?”
“Yes, no, wait…make it $35,000” Kristen answered.
The auctioneer switched her mike back on and announced a new item for sale, “One woman’s coat, size 8, used, with an opening bid price of $35,000.” The price brought audible gasps from much of the audience.
Kristin was shaking as she heard the auctioneer say, “Going once…. going twice….”
“I bid $35,000!” The man interrupted. Unseen behind her mask, Kristen’s jaw dropped; she shuddered as she saw a stocky man pushing through the crowd, waving a check.
“This is happening too fast, I need a minute to think,” she thought, “there must be some other way besides…” She had a hard time even saying where events were taking her. No inspiration about how to get out of this mess had come to her yet as the man handed the check to the auctioneer, who looked over to Kristen and nodded her head.
Kristen thought she noticed a faint smile on the auctioneer’s face as she leaned into her microphone and announced, “Sold for $35,000, the highest single bid of the night, thank you, Mr. Musainian, for your generous contribution.”
“THAT explains it, at least as much as anything could,” Kristen thought; Eric Musainian was known for making big donations to assorted local organizations, as often as not in some dramatic fashion. By pulling her stunt auctioning off her shoes and stockings, Kristen had unwittingly set herself up to be part of his big moment! Having made payment, he was looking at her impatiently. “Clearly, he expects things to go the way he wants them to,” Kristen thought, “but surely he wouldn’t expect me to take off the coat if he knew it’s all I’m wearing, would he?”
Once he was close enough, Kristen leaned toward him and whispered, “I’m sorry, but I’m naked underneath the coat.”
“I guessed you might be, and I’m not sorry,” he whispered back, grinning, “Now, may I please have my new coat?” He held out his left hand.
Kristen felt herself blushing just imagining taking her coat off. She looked out at the audience, most of whom were silent, but a few of the 100 or so attendees had begun clapping in unison. She didn’t want to cost the zoo the huge donation, but she also didn’t want to show everyone what was and wasn’t under the coat, at least not enough to actually take it off. She was curious about how the crowd would react, and even more curious about how she would feel if she were to actually go through with it!
She thought back to how she’d felt when just a handful of people had seen her strolling about the lobby in the nude, “which was more reckless, really, since I didn’t even have a mask on then.” Her last-minute decision to wear her mask was beginning to seem more and more important, potentially allowing her to remain anonymous whatever she did now. “If I do get naked right here, as long as my mask stays on my identity will still be my secret and the Zoo will get a boatload of money, more than I’d ever be able to give it on my own,” she told herself, surprised that she was actually considering such an outrageous act!
Though the idea of being naked in front of so many people, right outside of her workplace, still gave her chills, she kept thinking about how doing so would benefit the zoo. She felt her reasons to not give up her coat losing the battle against the arguments in favor of handing it over.
Without consciously deciding what to do, Kristen noticed she had turned away from the auctioneer and the new owner of her coat to face the audience. Her hands had settled on the lapels of her coat, just above the top button; a few seconds later they were sliding down toward the second button, having unfastened the first one almost before she’d noticed them at work. The second button gave way even more quickly than the first, revealing more than enough of Kristen’s chest to prove she was, if not naked under the coat, definitely was topless. A good portion of the audience noticed the generous amount of cleavage now visible and began whistling and cheering!
Kristen was a bit rattled by the cheering, but not nearly enough to change course. As she watched her hands move down to the third button she felt almost like she was on autopilot, just going along with whatever her hands felt like doing, but deep down she knew her hands were doing exactly what she wanted them to, no more, no less. At the moment, what she wanted them to do was pop loose the third button. They did, leaving just one button and a loosely tied belt holding the two sides of her coat together. The crowd looked on intently as the gap between the coat’s lapels grew to reveal her navel and several inches of skin below.
Beginning to enjoy the attention of the audience, Kristen’s excitement was building along with theirs. She paused before freeing the last button, teasing the spectators by starting to release it but backing off several times before finally letting the button slip out of its hole. The belt was now all that held the coat somewhat closed; she briefly tugged the lapels far apart, treating her audience to an ultra-quick boob flash. “Just one thing left,” she whispered to herself, thinking about how to end this performance.
Kristen began to untie the coat’s belt; when it was almost completely untied she turned her back to the crowd and slipped the coat off her shoulders, letting it slide down her back and upper arms. Holding the left sleeve’s cuff with her right hand, she pulled her left arm out of its sleeve; she repeated the process on her right side, hanging on to both cuffs.
Not really wearing the coat anymore so much as wrapping it loosely around her waist, she lowered the coat, slowly revealing her lower back, then the upper curve of her ass, then every inch of both firm, round cheeks. Looking back over her shoulder to the crowd, she let the coat go, earning a rousing cheer.
Kristen had loosely planned to slink off the stage once she let go of the coat, keeping her back towards the audience as much as possible. She hadn’t anticipated the feeling dropping the coat gave her, or the thrill the raucous applause gave her. “I’m still anonymous, so I might as well take advantage of that,” she thought, “I can do better than just sneaking away!”
Kristen turned, slowly coming around to face her audience, who were cheering wildly as she let them see every inch of her body. She bent down and picked up her coat, and carried it a few steps over to Eric Musainian, who was speechless for the first time anyone there could remember. “I believe this is yours,” she said, holding the coat out for him. Unused to being upstaged, he just nodded and accepted the coat.
Kristen waved to the audience, blew them a few kisses, then stepped down from the stage. Dave was waiting to open a door to the lobby for her, and held a bag full of clothing to replace everything she’d lost to the auction.
“Our reservation at Pablo’s is long gone by now, and it’s still warm out, so I don’t want any of that,” she said, waiving off the bag full of clothing Dave offered. Ready to go home, she headed down the stairs to the parking garage and got into the passenger seat of their Miata.