Bella 05: Clothes Taen Hostage

Author Notes: Everyone in this story is 18 years old.

This is the fifth Bella story, but each story can be read on its own.

There is no sex in this one.

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"Yes, that's why we chose it -- the peace and quiet. I'm happy we can come to an adult-only resort now, while we don't have children." Carter sipped his Virgin Mary. "What about you people, Tom?"

We had met Thomas and Faith earlier in the day as they settled on the sunbeds next to ours. They were a few years older than us and had a room in the wing opposite us, across the giant swimming pool. We were getting to know each other as we chatted intermittently between swimming and working on our tans.

"Ah, we have two children," said Thomas. He looked at his wife and smiled. "Faith's parents are very kindly keeping them for the week we're here. More than you, we needed a child-free time."

"Don't scare them, Tom," said Faith, gently. "Having kids is a wonderful experience, Bella. Tom absolutely dotes on them. Don't let him give you the wrong idea."

"Oh, of course, I do," said Thomas, quickly. "But we'll enjoy our child-free time at this resort and go back ready to love them even more."

"I got a bit uncomfortable when Tom mentioned an adult resort," confessed Faith. "I got quite the wrong idea."

I felt the heat rise in my face and throat. I knew Carter was struggling to hold in his laughter. "Yes, I got the same idea, Faith." Carter now had a broad grin as I confessed. "I thought it would be a place with risque activities." Carter was snickering now. "All right, hubby. You better tell them before you burst."

"Bella thought it would be a wild place where everyone would be nude all the time," explained Carter, in between snorts of laughter. "So she started tanning nude to get rid of tan lines, and..." The whole story of my being trapped naked at our house party when the guests came home was told.

"Oh, wow!" Faith had her hand in front of her mouth. "You stayed naked with all those colleagues of his for the entire time?"

"Well, I just said I had been tanning nude in preparation for the nudist resort." I shrugged and looked at Faith. "One person misunderstood that I was attending the party nude to prepare mentally for the nudist resort. And they told a second person, and they told the third, and so on. I couldn't very well rush in and get dressed right then."

"She put on a pretty good act," said Carter, squeezing my arm. "Smiling and welcoming all my colleagues. Only I could see that she was dying!"

"Everyone kept saying how brave I was, and how wise it was to get used to public nudity at home before going to a nudist resort." I giggled. "Half the men were encouraging their wives to book a similar vacation."

Carter leaned towards me for a quick kiss as Thomas and Faith laughed. "These colleagues were in town for our annual convention. Most of them live in far-off places, so Bella won't be meeting most of them again until we go to the next convention."

"Do I have to?" I asked, pursing my lips. "I don't think I'll ever live it down. Especially now they know it was all a foolish misunderstanding on my part."

"Oh, I didn't tell them that, love," said Carter. "I was baffled when everyone started asking about my trip to a nudist resort, but I covered it well, I think."

"That was sweet of you, Carter," I said, appreciatively. "Not letting your work friends know what a doofus I am." I put an arm around his waist and squeezed.

"Yes, we're covered," said Carter. "All of them think we're at a nudist resort and you're all prepared. We'll just take some pictures tomorrow and put them on the group."

I stared at him, horrified. "You, you..." I stopped. "I'm not having nude pictures taken for you to share with your office group!"

Carter, Thomas, and Faith burst out laughing. I was never able to know when Carter was sending me up, though it was obvious to people around.

"Okay, you got me," I muttered. I leaned back in my chair, letting my eyes and mind wander. The resort was spacious, with an enormous pool and gardens. It would be easy to just spend all our days here. I wondered if Carter had planned any outings.

"Oh, there's the girl we met at the front desk," said Faith, waving to someone over her husband's shoulder. Then she froze. "Oh, my God! What is she wearing!"

"Uh, as far as I can see," said Carter, eyes wide, "she's not wearing anything."

I resisted the urge to turn and look. Carter had excellent vision, but I wondered if it was just a woman in a nude-colored dress or someone actually without clothes. Tom had turned around too, and was staring as the newcomer approached us.

"She's coming towards us!" Faith sounded panicked. "What'll we do?"

"Well, you waved to her," said Tom, reasonably. "She'll probably say hello and move on. There aren't any free sunbeds nearby."

I heard the clacking of her shoes as she came near, and then a soft "Hello." She stopped near us and smiled at Faith and Tom. And now I could see that she truly was nude. She seemed to be about twenty-five years old, and had a somewhat stocky body that was completely on display. Her slightly heavy belly, large breasts, triangle of trimmed pubic hair -- we could see it all.

"What happened to you?" asked Tom. "Airline lost your bag?"

"They couldn't!" she laughed. "I have only a carry on. Don't need much at this resort, so it's convenient."

"Uh, you've been here before?" I asked. Belatedly, I held out a hand. "I'm Bella. This is my husband, Carter."

"Raquel," the nude beauty said, shaking her long ash-brown hair out of the way as Carter stood to shake hands. "Yes, I come here every summer. Not seen you people before?"

"No, we're here for the first time, " said Carter. He waved his arm to include me and the other couple. "All of us, actually."

"I didn't know the place was clothing optional." Faith looked at her curiously, obviously thunderstruck by this nude young woman walking around with such poise. "I didn't see it on their website."

"Oh, it's not formally clothing optional." Raquel waved her hand casually. "But there are no children, so I can. The resort management doesn't mind as long as I don't go to the reception and their restaurant. But the rooftop cafe has a great menu, and they're cool with me."

"Uh, so you don't bring any clothes at all?" I was gobsmacked myself. I couldn't imagine staying nude for a week among the dozens of people at the resort, all wearing some clothes.

"No, I have two evening dresses for going out, if someone invites me out," Raquel said. "And a pair of heels." She shrugged. "The rest of the time, I don't bother. The outfit I traveled in will be laundered by the time I have to go back."

"So don't you go out of the resort at all?" asked Tom. "You know, sight-seeing, shopping, that sort of thing?"

"Been to all the nearby places," said Raquel. "Nothing worth repeating, really. The town is thirty miles away, and I'm not much for shopping." She smiled at us all and nodded. "Well, see you all around."

We were silent for a minute as she walked away, the two men covertly shooting glances at her ass. Faith and I looked at each other, conscious of the powerful effect Raquel had had on our husbands. Carter and Tom were both surreptitiously adjusting their hard dicks in their trunks.

I glared at my husband and he had the grace to blush. I gave him a dirty look before turning to Tom, who was speaking.

"... never done anything like that, but she's always wanted to," Thomas was saying. "Haven't you, honey?"

"Ah, I'm just curious what it would feel like," said Faith, going a little pink. "Being naked among a lot of people. But I don't think I could do what Bella did."

"I didn't do it," I protested. "It sort of happened because I fell asleep on our sun terrace and I hadn't carried a robe. And it just spiraled out of control from there."

"Ah, well, it isn't likely to just happen to me," said Faith, shaking her head. She looked a little wistful, I thought. I saw Thomas fingering his chin thoughtfully.

The conversation became general after that. Tom told them about Faith's time singing with a band during their college days and Bella and Carter talked about their college experiences. Promising to get together the next day, the two couples left to get dressed for dinner.

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"We'll go to the power sports track and try out the ATVs," said Thomas. "It's way out, so we'll be gone for a while. You ladies can shop in peace."

Carter looked at me and grinned. He knew I didn't enjoy shopping. We had accepted Thomas and Faith's invitation to spend a day out of the resort with them, but I hadn't anticipated separate his and hers plans.

"Bonquay's is always a good experience, don't you think?" Faith asked, leading me into the store. "You can depend on them to have the latest trends."

I made a non-committal reply and looked around the store. I wondered if I should buy a winter jacket for Carter. A store in Maine would be sure to have the real heavy-duty stuff.

"Yes, this is the latest," I heard someone say and looked around. It was a woman in a hoodie, smiling at me. "We were in New York last week and all the smart people were wearing nothing else. Right, Andy?"

"Uh, I didn't really notice," said the short, bearded guy with her. "But I'm sure you're right."

"That's like a well-trained boyfriend!" The woman stuck her hand out. "I'm Janice. This is my guy, Andrew. He might notice if his beard caught fire, but not much else."

"I'm Bella." Janice shook hands with me and I wondered why women so often liked to advertise their men as being clueless. "I'm trying to buy a jacket for my husband. Just stopped by this rack."

"Oh, but you should try this out," Janice said. I was taken aback at her enthusiasm. "It will totally suit you. Your husband would rather see you come home with this hot dress than a boring old jacket."

"This is a bit too hot!" I said, laughing. "Look at these cut-outs. You'd have to go braless and commando."

"Well, so keep it for your bedroom," Janice said, grinning. "Try it on, come on. The trial rooms are right here."

The trial rooms were just cubicles with a curtain, and I felt a little jumpy as I dropped my panties on top of my bra and dress. I made sure the curtain was extended to both sides and reached out for the dress to try it on.

"Oh, my God!" Janice screamed in a low voice, charging into my cubicle. I tried to hide my breasts with my hands and crossed my legs. "Bella, your friend's been arrested for stealing. They're checking the CCTV to see who she was with. Hurry!"

I tried to process what was going on, never easy when you're completely naked and someone is screeching at you from close range. I saw Janice bundle up my clothes and bag and hand them out, presumably to Andrew. I tried to grab the dress I had been trying on.

"No, get away from that!" Janice was inducing panic in me with her urgency. "The loss prevention officer here is a real bastard. He'll have you in jail and then you'll be stuck in Maine for weeks. Let's get away from here."

"But I'm naked!" I tried to protest as Janice pulled me by the hand. Leading me out of the cubicle, she charged for the back. There were only a few customers, but they all stared at my nude body as I ran through the shop after Janice. "I need my clothes. Janice!"

"Yes, Andrew has everything." Janice was looking wildly around. "I had to get you away from the trial rooms fast. Oh, there he is. Andrew!" She grabbed my bag from him and waved him away. "Meet us outside."

"Janice, I need to get dressed," I said, trying to calm her down. I wondered if she was quite normal, but her boyfriend seemed to understand her actions, too. "I can't walk around the store like this!"

"Yes, there's another changing room somewhere," she said, sprinting on. Since she was holding my bag and my clothes, I had to follow her. I saw a woman with a shocked expression cover her son's eyes as I went past. "There it is! Hurry, Bella!"

Janice twisted the knob and opened the door. I passed through as she held it open for me. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I heard the door shut behind me with a conclusive click. I whirled around and realized Janice had not followed me. I was outside the store now, in a narrow alley!

"Don't panic." I turned around to see Andrew. "You're not alone -- yet!"

I realized I had good grounds for panic. I was completely naked in a narrow, deserted alley and my clothes were on the other side of a solid-looking locked door. The only person around was this guy I didn't know much about. Worse, he had put his hands on my bare hips and was pulling me close to him.

"Hel..." I had started to shout for help when Andrew placed his palm against my mouth. I looked at him in terror as I felt his hard on press against my belly through his jeans. He held his hand over my mouth, preventing me from calling out.

Though not a big man, he was stronger than I. I realized I wouldn't be able to force him to let go of me. Opening my mouth, I bit down as hard as I could on his palm.

"Oww," he screeched, letting me go and jerking his hand up and down. "Sorry! I'm sorry! Don't start screaming, okay? You're safe. Your husband got us to do this!"

"You're lying!" My head spun as Andrew put his hand into his mouth, sucking it to relieve the pain. "Why would he?"

I stood against the wall, trying to hide myself from anyone passing the mouth of the alley. Andrew moved away in small steps, trying to appear non-threatening by holding up his injured hand. It was all I could do to stay upright; my terror had made my knees go weak. Not only was I totally naked outdoors in a strange city, the man before me was likely to molest me.

"Please don't do anything silly, ma'am," said Andrew. "We were hired by your husband to give you some excitement." He took out a handkerchief and tried to tie it around his hand. I was happy to see a few drops of blood appear on the white fabric.

"He arranged for you to get me out nude on the streets?" I frowned, wondering if Carter was crazy enough for that. It seemed far-fetched to my brain. "And he wanted you to put your hands on me like that?"

"Not that, ma'am," Andrew said quickly. "And I'm very sorry. I just lost control. You're so awesomely hot!"

"Hmmmm." I couldn't decide whether he was telling the truth. "Anyway, your girlfriend is inside with my bag and clothes. I need them back."

He shook his head. "She isn't inside now. She's delivered your bag to Wilcoff by now and left. Our part is over. I just stayed here to tell you where to go."

"You mean, you're not going to return my clothes?" My head spun as I realized my awful situation. "I have to remain nude? Outside here?"

"Easy, ma'am," Andrew said placatingly. "Your husband just wants you to have a fun experience."

"Who's Wilcox?" I tried to make some sense of the absurdity. "Is he bringing my clothes here?"

"It's Wilcoff." Andrew looked me up and down. He was now certain I wasn't going to scream and bring the cops to him. I could see his dick straining against his jeans as he ran his eyes over my naked body. "He owns the restaurant on the second floor. He has your stuff and is expecting you."

"How can I get to the second floor?" I pointed to myself. "I'm naked."

"Well, that's why you're going to him," said Andrew, smirking. "To get your clothes." He moved deeper into the alley. Suspicious, I stood where I was. He stopped and pointed. "Here's the service entrance to the building. For delivering goods and stuff. There's no elevator, but you probably won't meet too many people on the stairs."

"Is it a running restaurant?" I asked, with trepidation. "It's lunchtime."

"Oh, yes," said Andrew, much too cheerfully. "It's a popular joint and will be packed. That's the experience your husband wanted for you. Janice did suggest the coffee shop on the ground floor. A less intense adventure, she felt, but the man who pays the piper and all that. Good luck!"

"Wait," I bleated. "Where will I find him? And will he just give me my stuff?"

"His place is the whole front half of the second floor. You can't miss it." Andrew turned away and began to walk towards the street. "He'll give you your stuff, but you may have to work for it. Wash dishes or something."

Then he was gone, and I was alone. Stark naked, without a phone or money, and no way to ask Carter what he had planned for me.

* * *

I was lucky. I crept up the stairs and met no one till I reached the second floor. Getting off the stairs, I could see the restaurant sign. I heard music coming from the other side as I came closer to the door.

I hesitated at the door. I had no idea what kind of place this was, but I was sure Carter would have made sure it was safe for me. I could hear loud music playing and the hum of voices. There would be dozens of people inside, and everyone would turn to look at a nude woman entering.

I knew walking to the resort was out of the question. Apart from the distance, walking naked on the highway wasn't sensible. Steeling myself, I pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside.

The place was darker than the corridor and I took a moment to adjust. I could see a stage at the far end, where a band was playing. I saw that first because it was brightly lit. The band continued playing, but the sound of people talking died down as the people facing the entrance saw me.

"Hi!" I spoke as brightly as I could to the man behind the desk. He was a clean-shaven man in a smart blue shirt. I was glad Carter hadn't sent me to some creepy character. "I'm looking for Mr. Wilcoff."

"That's me. Just call me Will." He looked me up and down appreciatively. "Are you the lady from the resort?"

"Yes, Andrew said Janice left my bag and clothes with you." The restaurant was full, I saw. Every table was occupied. "May I have them, please?"

"Of course," he said, smiling wolfishly. "But you have to do something for me."

Oh, no, I thought, here it comes. I hope it's just washing dishes and not something terrible. I was certain Carter wouldn't send me into a place unsafe for me, but he'd been wrong about Andrew.

"Well, what is it?" I was trying to keep my voice steady and casual, but knew I was failing. "What do you want me to do?"

"Entertain my guests, of course," Wilcoff said, getting up and coming around to me. "Our band does a good job, but they need a female vocalist."

"But, but." I tried to stop him as he took my elbow and led me along. "But I can't sing on stage. I'll freeze up!"

"Nonsense!" Wilcoff wasn't having any of my reluctance. "I'm sure you'll do great. Your husband told me you were a seasoned stage performer. Just put one word after the other, and you'll be singing."

"Uh, how many people will there be?" I looked around the restaurant and it looked like a vast cavern with hundreds of tables. Most of the restaurant was dimly lit, and I wondered if Carter was at one of the tables.

"We have thirty-eight tables," said Wilcoff cheerfully. "Two to four people at each, so a little over a hundred people will be applauding your performance."

"More like, a hundred people who'll never eat here again," I replied, trying to pierce the darkness and find Carter. I couldn't believe he'd send me nude into this place and not watch over me.

"You're just stalling, lady," WIlcoff said, grinning, walking with me towards the stage. "Just go up there, belt out your favorite songs, and get your clothes back."

"I can't, Will." I came to a halt and he did, too. "Can't I do something else? Wash your dishes?"

"Once upon a time, honey." Wilcoff grinned. "You could do that to pay your debt to a restaurant. Now restaurant dishes have to be washed in approved dishwashers with approved cleaning agents, or the Food Safety inspectors will be on us like a ton of bricks."