As Long as It's for Charity

Kate's glasses fogged up as she walked into the Steamy Bean from the cold, humid morning. Her nose was greeted by the soothing scent of coffee slowly roasting. Her ears serenaded by the ambient light jazz that always played, offering some comfort from the droning noise of distant cars that made up her usual soundtrack of her morning walk to work. Her eyes seemed to feel alive again as the grey, drab weather of her commute gave way to the gentle fall color palette of the store's interior. And resting in the middle of it all was a naked ass, bent over and pointed directly at the door.

It was enough of a shock that she spent several seconds staring at this butt, dumbfounded by the curves, its shape, the neatly-tan color, never once piecing together that it was attached to her manager until the woman stood up and turned around.

"Good morning to you!" Delilah said, a smile on her face that seemed to give no indication that she was wearing nothing but a green apron and a pair of black heels.

"Ahhh - dhhd hhgggahg?" Kate was still frozen in the doorway - her eyes focused on the ample cleavage the other woman was showing.

"Fine, and you?" Delilah chuckled, grabbing two mugs from the empty box next to her and placing them on an empty spot on a display shelf.

Kate realized that she was still partially outside and turned around in panic, wondering if there were some strangers gazing in at the sight of her nearly-naked boss. She only saw blank sidewalk and an empty street - the usual sight one would see before the early morning opening shift. To be safe, she shut the door and stepped a bit closer to Delilah, standing between the nude woman and the large glass window at the front.

"What - what is this?" She finally managed, in proper English.

"Charity day?" Delilah tilted her head to one side. "I believe we discussed this matter last week."

"You - we - I..." Kate looked around to see if there was anybody else there but it was only her and her manager - not unexpected as it was still before the first shift began. "Why are you naked??"

"Because," Delilah turned back to the display, placing a few more gift baskets and souvenir mugs on the wall. "It is Charity Day!"

"But- What kind of... Charity Day?" Kate was struggling to finish her sentences as every time she started to think of what to say, her boss would absentmindedly lean forward and reveal a brown nipple as her apron sagged forward.

"Like this." Delilah pointed at a poster on the wall, one of many that had been up there for months.

- CHARITY DAY -

Come in on the first Friday of March for our annual Charity Day, where all proceeds go toward a local charity

BARE 'CAUSE WE CARE.

"Bare 'Cause we Care?" Kate stared at the poster. "What kind of charity is that?"

"Oh my, I really don't know." Delilah carefully adjusted the position of a mug so the design on the front was facing towards the register. "I believe they go naked in public, holding up signs about animal abuse. It usually gets a lot of attention, and a lot of attention means a lot of donations.

"It was an arrangement our shop made a few years ago when we first started the annual tradition to donate our proceeds to them."

"But then why are

you

naked?" Kate realized she was still staring at the top of her manager's breasts.

Rather than answering, Delilah's gaze was looking behind Kate - towards the door. Kate instinctively turned around, feeling embarrassed to be seen next to an exhibitionist when one of her coworkers entered.

"Mornin', ya'll." Rachelle walked in. "Horrible weather, huh?"

Rachelle was tall, not just for a woman but for anybody. Years of bumping the top of her head on doorways made her instinctively duck whenever she entered a building which had the added effect that when you first saw her it was as she was standing further upright - so it appeared as though the woman was not only taller, but actively growing.

In spite of this extreme height (or perhaps because of it, Kate was pretty short so she wouldn't really know) the most noticeable thing about Rachelle always seemed to be her toothy smile from ear to ear - bleach-white teeth stark against her smooth, dark skin. For this reason, she was always the one assigned to the drive-thru, as no matter how road-raged a driver was, she would still manage to smile at them.

"Ray!" Kate sighed, realizing it was only her. "Did you know about this, 'Bare 'Cause We'- huh?"

The door had barely closed when Rachelle started stripping on the spot, her fingers working down button after button on her long torso as she made her way to her waist, breasts bursting out as she leaned backwards to remove the garment.

"You- you're getting naked, too?" Kate gasped.

"Of course?" Ray laughed. "It's Charity Day. May as well get ready now."

"But - when did - I -" Kate felt her face losing its color, feeling around behind her for a chair or something to lean on as she closer and closer to the employee office. She grasped something in her hand, but instead of the cool tile of the wall, it was warm and soft - like cloth.

"Can I help you?" A cool monotone voice said from behind her.

Kate froze, then slowly turned herself around to face who she feared she would have to face.

Muriel was looking down at her, or at least tilting her head back to give the impression that she was looking down. Black lips frowned in an uneven glower that drew the eye up to the piercing on the side of her nose and her squinted eyes beneath dark eyelashes. The girl's pale foundation seemed to blend in with her bright pink hair - hair that was blue the last time Kate saw her.

And of course, Muriel was naked underneath the apron that Kate was currently holding balled partially up in one hand. Her grip such that the goth girl's dark-brown pubes became visible, proving that she did not dye 'all' her hair.

"H-Hey, girl..." Kate winced, gently letting go of the tiny bit of cloth that didn't even cover the girl's curves.

"Whatever." Muriel stepped to the side and walked towards the counter, her round butt bouncing with every step as the thin strip of cloth keeping the apron in place rested on her crack.

"Hey Muriel! I like the pink hair." Rachelle was waving, now down to nothing but a pair of panties and two white athletic socks.

"Hmmm..." The pale girl mumbled.

"Check it out, brand new shoes!" Rachelle held up her shoes as though she were a model in a game show, slowly spinning the sneakers around. "Last pair damn near fell apart at practice last night."

Ray slid her panties down her long legs, the garment bunched up on the floor as she stepped out of it. A completely smooth snatch was underneath it, though Kate's eyes were more so on the toned muscles of the girl's thighs. Rachelle was an athlete - attending a nearby college on a scholarship or something. She'd hardly spoken to the girl in the few months that she'd worked here, though Rachelle had a tendency to tell parts of her life story to anybody who was nearby so she picked up on a few details here and there.

"I guess if you're not wearing anything else, you may as well show off." Muriel looked down at her shoes, sticking out a thick leg to show off her black combat boots with far too many laces than was practical.

The two naked women could not have been any different. Rachelle was tall, dark, and fit. Muriel was short, ghostly pale, and had a bit of weight on her bones. Yet somehow, both women seemed to be attractive in their own way. Kate looked down at her clothed body, lacking both the curves of her goth friend and the tone of the athlete.

And that was what made this whole idea so much more terrifying to her. Kate walked into the employee room and shut the door behind her, taking off her glasses as she was near-sighted and didn't need them to see anything once inside.

There was another copy of the poster from before there. - CHARITY DAY - she read. Why hadn't she paid attention before?

It was about a week ago that she had had that conversation - sitting in the very chair and discussing the matter with her manager. Kate was taking a screenshot of the posted schedule on her phone to reference later when she saw "Charity Day" marked on a Friday she normally would have been scheduled to work. As this event was interrupting the usual schedule, it meant that her last shift of the week had been moved from Friday to Saturday. In other words, she had a shorter weekend.

Delilah explained to her that it was a contest. The Steamy Bean was a chain, each store in the chain being incentivized to run more efficiently by holding this contest. The rules were simple enough - the store that had the highest one-day sales each year would win a prize, usually a plaque and a bonus that was to be shared with every employee.

The catch was that this contest was held over sales alone - meaning no overhead cost was factored in and profits were not considered. At first, this meant that chains would offer discounted coffee - with waves of coupons being sent out throughout the year and rival owners coming over to scope out the competition on their chosen dates. These coupons then got better and better until soon, the offer was for free coffee, each chain competing over who could give out the most cups.

As a result, some stores would have grand events, bringing in local bands to play for a day and putting their budget into advertisements. Others would hold 24 hour relays where they offered prizes to whoever could drink the most.

For Delilah's chain, they held a Charity Day. Not only was all the coffee free, but any money they 'would' have made from sales was instead donated to a local charity. It was always the busiest day of the year and as a result, the manager had blocked it off - ensuring that nobody would be signed up for the event automatically.

Kate heard the story and only took away the fact that she had lost half of her weekend. You couldn't relax on Friday if you knew you'd have to go in on Saturday. That was the entire point of having two days off in a row. So she asked Delilah if she could work that day and after pressing and pressing the issue, her manager finally caved.

At the time, Kate hadn't suspected a thing when her boss told her that she wasn't sure Kate was ready for such a task. Kate assumed her manager's concerns were due to the fact that Kate had only been working there for a few months. But she saw it as a means of proving that she was ready for anything. If she had known what her boss was actually trying to say - the her concerns weren't over whether she was ready to work a busy day but that she was going to work naked - then none of this would have happened.

...

Kate's emotions must have been clear on her face as Delilah entered the room after a few minutes, her gaze a concerned scowl. The woman was still naked, and as she passed by Kate couldn't help but check out her body - largely for a lack of anything else to look at in the room.

Delilah was about twenty years older than she was, but this was only something you would notice if you looked very hard. Her skin was remarkably healthy for somebody who got as much sun as she did - the brown tan evenly distributed over her body could have been confused as her natural tone. She even lacked tan lines on her rear and chest, making Kate think this was not the first time the woman had been undressed in a public place.

By contrast, Kate felt substandard. She had somewhat pale skin. Not the silky, translucent pale of a geisha but rather, the sort of sickly tincture one might expect from a vampire. Or worse, a grad student. Her chest was about average, but this was only when she had the advantage of a push-up bra on. Should she be forced to go topless, her boobs would be flatter against her chest - with the profile of a slice of pie when seen from the sides.

But what Kate feared most was leaving her butt exposed all day. Every few weeks, she would turn around and look in the mirror and be mad at what she saw, then resolve to start running or doing squats or 'something' to remedy that situation only to give up after a few days. There was far too much fat back there compared to some of her more active friends. Nothing like the other women in the coffee shop that day.

"Are you feeling alright, Kate?" Delilah had placed a towel across a chair for her nude rear to rest on.

"Yeah, just," Kate swallowed some fear. "When I showed up to work this morning I wasn't expecting that I would have to do my job naked!"

"If you are feeling like this is something that you cannot do," Delilah put a hand on Kate's shoulder. "Then you do not have to do this. It is not as though calling another person in for a shift is impossible, just very difficult.

"And if we do not find somebody willing to take your shift on such short notice, then you are permitted to wear clothing as you work as though the day were totally normal."

"No." Kate sniffled. "I don't wanna make you short-staffed on the busiest day of the year. And I'd probably stand out more wearing clothes than not."

"So," Delilah leaned back, "You intend to join us?"

"Yeah." Kate stood up and made a fist, trying to squeeze some resolve out of nowhere. "I'll join you."

Delilah smiled as she left the room, patting Kate's shoulder when she walked by. Kate forced a grimace until her boss was out of sight. Then she let the panic seep in. What the hell had she just gotten herself into?

...

The main area of the coffee shop was cold when she stepped out, as though somebody had left the door propped open. But that was probably just the lack of clothing she had on. In spite of this, Kate's face was still extremely warm, a pale heat that sank from her forehead down to the veins on her neck.

She was taking tiny steps, her feet barely going past one another with each short swing of her legs. She felt her hands shaking as she gently shut the door behind her with a 'click' that made the other employees present take notice.

"Well, look who decided to join in after all!" Rachelle showed her signature toothy grin. "Glad to see so much of you."

Kate stared back wide-eyed and then checked her apron. The green fabric wrapped around the front of her body and scratched at every bit of her; Yet she wished there was so much more of it. The whole side of her left boob was sticking out, making her blush again as she tried to fix it - but doing so only made her right breast peek out the other side. Every time she adjusted the apron back and forth, she felt the rough fabric brush against those very sensitive areas and made a face.

"Oh, you're still here." Muriel's voice was a monotone. "Guess I won't being doing two jobs today."

"Ehh hem." Kate tried to nod but only let out a breathy cough.

She looked over at her workstation which was partially set up. It seemed as though Muriel had started moving things to where they needed to be, as if she really was preparing to work both the counter and the machines at once. A few of her usual things still needed to be moved into place, and Kate hadn't even clocked in yet. It was chilling to think that she was standing naked in the middle of her workplace and she wasn't even paid for doing so.

She shuffled her feet over to the counter, her shoes squeaking as she scuffed against the floor. Her small, sharp steps were all she could bring herself to do as she held one hand over her chest and the other over her waist - trying to keep the fabric in place.

It was only a few minutes later that she was able to get everything ready for the morning rush. Every action she made was slow and deliberate as she felt breezes in places she wasn't used to feeling breezes on. Each time she knelt down to move something beneath her the ball of her foot would press against her bare butt and freshly remind her of her nudity.

"God, what am I thinking?" Kate thought. "This is stupid. I want my clothes back!"

She looked at the door to the employee room. The room where all her clothes were currently sitting. Each employee had his or her own locker inside, but Kate had only ever used it to hold her phone and her glasses (no purse as she was a staunch believer that women's pants should have pockets). One of the perks of working at the Steamy Bean was that employees could wear whatever they wanted to so long as Delilah found it work appropriate, and she was very lax in enforcing this. This was the first time that Kate's underwear had ever been inside that locker, folded neatly on top of the rest of her clothing in case she needed to rush to put them back on.

Her eyes drifted to the clock. She had been naked for less than ten minutes. Her twelve-hour double-shift hadn't even started and she was already nearing her breaking point. Worse, not a single customer had even come through the door. That was going to be the toughest part; Working as normal while so many hundreds of people got to ogle her one at a time. She looked at the door where these customers would soon be entering.

That was a mistake. Kate's eyes went wide in shock as she saw the faces outside - at least a dozen people waiting around in the chilly morning air for the Steamy Bean to open. They almost never had a line forming early like this. Was the naked promotion that big of a draw?

And then Kate realized another thing. The large glass windows at the front were not one-way. Every single one of those faces could see her, her bare hip totally exposed to their eyes. She glanced down in horror, checking to make sure her nipple was still covered by the apron. It was, but as she glanced down it occurred that the curves of her ass would still be visible to people in line. Aprons only covered the front of her body, and poorly at that, so she'd be essentially exposed for her entire shift manning the counter.

Kate turned her body slightly to keep her ass away from the front door and backed up to where Muriel was currently preparing the first batch of the day. She saw the pink-haired girl toiling away, grinding a few beans then moving others around and realized that her butt was fully exposed to the counter and anybody waiting behind it.

She thought to switch places with the girl - let Muriel take the orders while she worked the machines. It wasn't uncommon for this switch to take place, especially later in the day when the person on counter duty started to wear out their voice talking all day and needed a rest.

Kate weighed her options. Should she stay on the counter and be forced to talk to dozens of customers while basically naked? Or did she work the machines, mooning everybody but thankfully not having to make eye contact as often? She never got the time to ponder this deeply.

A bell rang.

"Welcome to the Steamy Bean!" Kate greeted with a fake customer-service smile. It was a Pavlovian response; She was screaming inside.

"Yes, hello!" Delilah was holding the door open for the first few people to enter. "I know that it is slightly before the usual time, but I could not let so many people stand in the cold outside!"

One by one people began to walk through the door, giving short nods or tiny waves to the naked woman greeting them. Almost every single person there was a man, and a gruff-looking one at that. Their early morning customers were almost exclusively construction workers, whose day began far earlier than most people's. Thankfully at the time, most of them were entirely focused on staring at Delilah - not surprising as she was far more endowed than Kate was - but Kate also knew that would not last.

"You can do this." Kate whispered to herself. "Just act normal. Just act normal."

She could feel her throat tightening up.

"Well, hey there." A mustachioed man was smirking down at her, his eyes fixated down the front of Kate's apron. "Lookin' good."

She was used to customers lightly flirting with her, usually responding with a practiced yet dismissive smile and then trying to change the subject to their coffee. But in this instance, Kate couldn't speak - grasping at the top of her garment and pulling it up a bit only for the fabric to wrinkle inward, exposing more of her breasts than if she had left it in place.