Chapter 5 Deflowered

Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 5 - Deflowered

In which Kate embraces her evening as a nude waitress for her demanding friends, and then makes a terrible mistake.

I paused, slightly comically, half-crouched over with my underwear around my knees. For a moment, I didn't say anything. I wasn't sure what I could say in response to the unexpectedly forceful question. Which didn't seem to go down well.

"I said," Ange repeated from the sun deck, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

I felt entirely ridiculous, sensing the eyes of all three of the other villa residents on my bare bottom where it stuck out behind me as I remained frozen in place, halfway through attempting to return to a position of even minimal dignity.

"Um," I managed to reply, feeling like the answer to the question should have been obvious, "I'm...getting dressed?"

With a further inward cringe, I reluctantly picked up on something subtle to my response, something that I seemed to have subconsciously done without thinking. I had phrased it like a question, not a statement. Was I...asking for permission to put my clothes back on?

If I was, it appeared that there was no permission forthcoming.

"No you're not!" Ange laughed back, "What about your naykay vaykay?"

I still hated that phrase.

With some reluctance, I stood back up, allowing my underwear to drop back to my feet and turning to face Ange, Nicole and Maria. All three of them looked straight back at me and smiled. It was enough to unnerve me still further, and yet also cause a rush of enfeebled arousal to course through me, goosebumps rippling across my bare skin.

"Oh, right," I managed, "W--Well, I mean, that was--I wanted to, y'know, sunbathe nude, of course. But...I mean, you don't really want me to...?"

There it was again. Why the hell was I phrasing it like that? Like it was their decision whether I got dressed or not? And why was I still standing here naked? Why wasn't I just laughing off what Ange was saying and putting my clothes back on regardless?

"Well now, Kate," Nicole offered with her usual calmly authoritative tone, "To be fair, you did say you wanted a...naykay vaykay."

If anything, the phrase sounded worse coming from her. And besides, she was wrong. I hadn't said I wanted that.

Had I?

No. I definitely hadn't. I'd asked if they were all ok with me sunbathing nude, I remembered that. But I definitely hadn't said that I wanted to spend the whole day naked. I was sure of it. Maybe? I mean, I couldn't deny that I had fantasised about the idea from time to time during the afternoon, about the thought of me remaining totally exposed in front of them for the evening. But that had just been my inner fantasies, hadn't it? I desperately tried to rewind the conversation we'd had over breakfast in my head. Had I hinted that this was what I wanted? Had I blindly agreed to something without thinking? I was pretty sure I hadn't.

Hang on, I thought. Actually, who cares? Even if they assumed that's what I'd wanted to do, I was allowed to change my mind, for goodness sake! They can't force me to stay bare, running around waiting on their every teasing whim, for the rest of the night.

So...why wasn't I saying that to them? Why wasn't I getting dressed? Why was I just meekly standing here silently, as they pressed the case for me to stay nude? And why oh why was this latest undignified situation I was getting into turning me on yet again?

Oh god, Kate, I told myself. You're not saying anything. Say something! Do something!

Ange suddenly stepped over to where I stood and crouched down in front of me. I felt a burst of fire rush through me as her face dropped down level with my completely hairless pussy. A fresh trace of wetness began to develop. I prayed she wouldn't pick up on the signs of my arousal now she was so close.

If she did notice, she didn't say anything. Instead, she simply gathered up my clothes, my vest top and shorts, where I had folded them and left them on the ground this morning. She even gently patted my legs in turn, silently requesting that I step out of my underwear where it lay pooled at my feet.

And I complied.

As my bare body started to shiver in nervous anticipation, I meekly relinquished my underwear and allowed the triumphant Australian to add them to the pile in her hands.

"There we go," she grinned widely as she stood back up and waved her prizes at the others, "No more temptation for our little nuddy girl to go back on her promise."

What promise? I hadn't promised anything!

Had I?

Kate, my rational brain tried to urge through my growing arousal. Stop this. Now. She's taking all your clothes away, and you're just...letting her do it! I mean, you've got plenty more upstairs, I guess. But it's the principle of the thing! What the hell are you doing?

With one final greedy look up and down my gently quaking body, Ange stepped past me and disappeared inside the villa. Sporting victorious smiles of their own, and casting their own looks at me like I was some sort of nude trophy they'd all just collectively won, Nicole and Maria followed in her wake.

"Come on hon," Nicole offered as she passed by, "Let's get you started on dinner."

What?! I was cooking dinner now? In the nude?!

I wanted to say no. To point out how stupid they were all being. To scoff at their efforts to try and keep me naked like this and simply race off upstairs to grab some fresh clothing from my suitcase. The one that was full of fresh clothes, just waiting to cover me. The one that it had cost me extra money to fly out here with. But instead, I nodded back.

I nodded back!

One of my best friends had just watched my clothes get taken away like that, and her response was to suggest that I start making dinner for everyone. And I

nodded back?!

Feeling a sense of complete defeat, and a continued guilty wetness between my legs at the concurrent rush I was feeling at what was unfolding, I followed them inside, now apparently condemned to a night of nude servitude.

But...was that the right way to describe it? Was I condemned? Or did I actually want this? I mean, as I was discovering about myself, I loved being nude around other people. So surely this was a tantalising opportunity to do just that. That was why I wasn't running away to get some clothes from upstairs. Still, something about their demeanours, about the dynamic that had developed between little nude me and my three clothed companions over the day so far, was adding some unease to the arousal I was feeling.

"Hang on, ladies," Maria called out as we now stood inside the luxurious open-plan ground floor of the villa, gesturing to my naked body, "Let's back up a sec. What are we doing to poor Kate here? We can't leave her like that all night."

I felt a sudden rush of relief, of thankfulness towards the quietest member of the group.

"I mean," she continued, "If she's gonna be our waitress, a waitress needs a uniform, right?"

WIth that, the black-haired woman rushed off upstairs. And I wanted to thank her. Sure, she'd laughed along with my playful torments this afternoon, but she clearly felt that this was a step too far. She was going to bring me some clothes, she was going to find me--

"Here we go," she grinned as she returned down the stairs, "Should add a bit of elegance to the evening, don't you think?"

In her hands were a pair of bright red stilettos. And nothing else.

Nicole and Ange laughed and clapped as Maria presented me with the shoes.

"They're mine," she explained, "But I think we've got similar sized feet. Only bought them with me because I thought we might try to get out of the villa and go somewhere classy for dinner. But if not, at least they're not going to waste."

I detected a slight edge to the formerly quiet woman's tone. Was she actually annoyed with me? Had she really been hoping to get out into the town on the coast below our hillside getaway, only to find that her friends wanted to play with this strange nude girl who had shown up to ruin their holiday? And was this her unconventional revenge?

Almost on auto-pilot now, I took the deeply uncomfortable-looking shoes from her and sat down at the dining table to put them on.

Kate, what are you doing now? My rational brain continued to implore, despite the losing battle it was obviously fighting. Don't put the stilettos on, Kate! Go and get dressed!

Maria had been right, we had similar sized feet. But hers looked to be slightly bigger, so the tall stilettos didn't quite fit snugly as they really should have. As I stood back up again, a combination of the loose fit and the impractical four inch heels caused me to teeter slightly, as I struggled to get my balance. When I finally mustered a solid footing, I found myself receiving an impromptu round of delighted applause for my efforts.

"That's awesome," Ange laughed, "You look great, nuddy girl!"

I flushed at the compliment, still finding some empowering positives about my latest nude experience despite my feeble actions. I even caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the glass doors to the villa, and you know what? I did look great. As uncomfortable as they were, the stilettos were doing wonderful things to my posture. My back was now arched, my little breasts jutting out proudly in front of me. The extra height offered by the heels made my legs look longer, sleeker, and more elegant. Even my slightly flat bum somehow seemed a little bit fuller and more rounded from what I could see.

"Hmm," Maria mused, "But I think we're still missing something..."

Clothes, my flailing rational mind screamed out, at the end of its tether. I'm missing clothes!

Maria's face brightened up as if a lightbulb went off over her head. She walked back outside, leaving me teetering in the heels. Moments later, she returned, with a crimson flower from one of the pot plants dotted around the sun deck. She then walked back to her handbag where it lay in the lounge area and retrieved a hairpin. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she carefully attached the beautiful blooming flower to my blonde hair, just above my ear on the right side, before stepping back and admiring her work.

"There," she nodded in satisfaction.

"Ah," Nicole applauded happily again, "A perfect uniform."

"Fucking awesome," Ange nodded.

I stood before them, completely nude save for a pair of four-inch red stilettos and a crimson flower in my hair.

And that would be my attire for the rest of the night.

*****

I'm not much of a cook. I'd be the first to admit it.

I mean, I can follow a recipe well enough, but if I'm asked to just freestyle with whatever ingredients happen to be in the kitchen, I'm completely lost. Doubly so, as it turns out, when I'm distracted by the sensation of being totally naked, and when I'm fighting against the world's least practical pair of shoes.

But, somehow, I was managing to rustle something up. By sticking to what I knew. A light salad and some pasta. If I'd been aiming for authentic Spanish cuisine, I'd evidently overshot by several hundred miles. But this would have to do. The tasty tapas and tangy paella would have to wait until it was someone else's turn to cook.

The others had retired to the other side of the open-plan floor of the villa, and were seated around the sunken lounge area, sipping wine, talking and laughing. All the while, their nude waitress obediently worked on dinner. Even from this distance, I could feel their eyes on my exposed body from time to time, and I was being powered to continue by that sense of being watched. Occasionally, fuelled by the wine, Ange would even call out across the room to me with a hearty cackle, confirming that I still had their attention. "Looking good, nuddy girl!" or "Nice arse, nuddy girl!" or "Aw, where did all your clothes go, nuddy girl?". Each gentle piece of mocking towards my predicament accompanied by giggles from Maria and Nicole.

Every time, I felt myself blushing furiously. But I also found that it spurred me on. After all, so much of what I'd learned about my exhibitionist side so far had been fuelled by a desire to not only be seen in the nude, but to be appreciated. And underneath the slight mocking tone of the comments, and the demeaning 'outfit' I'd been given to wear, they were clearly appreciating seeing my body. And I was, despite my rational voice's continued ineffectual protests, still giddy about what was happening. After all, I'd first peeled off my clothes in the late morning sun, meaning that I'd been nude for over eight hours now.

As I awkwardly stumbled around the kitchen in my preposterous footwear, I did have some questions about what I was doing. And I didn't mean with the underwhelming meal I was preparing. More like: Why the hell am I cooking dinner in the nude in the first place? Yes, I loved being nude, but why had I so easily gone along with everything as my situation had escalated to this point? I had let Ange take my clothes, I had let Nicole pretty much order me to cook dinner, and I had let Maria add to my humbling position with her choice of footwear and cutesy flower. The minimal accoutrements that totalled my entire outfit somehow seemed to heighten my nudity. I wondered if that had been deliberate?

Granted, I knew that I was still nude by choice. As firmly as the others had been in taking away my clothes and telling me to remain like this, I couldn't believe any of them would actually try to physically stop me if I elected to call the whole thing off. To step out of these stupid heels and rush upstairs to get dressed. No, despite the manner in which I'd ended up here, I was sure that I was still in control of my own nudity.

But I wondered if the fact that I'd so easily allowed myself to be pushed into this new situation was a sign that I'd been wrong again. I'd already been wrong about simply being a nudist. Maybe I was wrong about me being an exhibitionist as well. Maybe, in fact, I was more of a submissive, craving the feeling of being subjugated like this.

I had, in the past, experimented with some light sub/dom-style role playing. In the same way that I think every girl had if they made it to the end of Fifty Shades of Grey. I'd discussed it with my then-boyfriend, and my expectations for what we'd explore were a little on the vanilla side. I liked the idea of surrendering to another person to some extent, I was aroused by the idea of being tied up in bed, or even by some light spanking. But soon after, I'd found him eagerly googling different types of nipple clamps and trying to explain the research he'd done into 'harnesses'. And I realised that we weren't

quite

on the same wavelength. I'd been in the mood for being blindfolded, tied up with silk scarves and having my body mercilessly teased. He was apparently in the mood for hogtying me in a sex dungeon. I swiftly broke up with my wannabe Christian Grey at that point, to let him go find his own Anastasia.

So, no, I wasn't super into that. I wasn't up for being degraded or hurt. And yet, I couldn't deny the submissive side to my behaviour all day, allowing myself to be ordered around and manipulated by a trio of confident, clothed women to the point that I now found myself teetering on the edge of a set of four inch heels trying to whip up my best attempt at a summer salad in the nude. Maybe, to some extent, that was who I was. I wasn't a nudist, or an exhibitionist. I was a meek little sub, in the thrall of my trio of doms.

No, I told myself. No, that doesn't sound right. And besides, even now, I don't feel ashamed or humiliated. I feel...excited. And the others aren't looking to demean or disgrace me. When I'd stood in front of them in Maria's heels earlier, they'd all applauded, after all. Ange kept saying how great I looked. They were enjoying my nude body, not my humiliation.

I hoped.

As I worked, and my mind raced, Nicole approached me, glass of wine in hand. I suddenly realised that I'd been so busy fetching drinks for the others, and now cooking, I hadn't had a drop of alcohol for myself yet. I also noticed that there had been a further shift in the clothed/unclothed balance of power while I'd been busy in the kitchen. One by one, each of the others had taken it in turns to disappear upstairs, shower and change into something more appropriate for dinner. Gone were the revealing bikinis they had worn outside, that had shown off plenty of their own skin next to my nudity. Now Maria and Nicole wore casual summer dresses, and Ange was dressed in skinny jeans and a t-shirt, pulled tight across her newly installed pneumatic chest. The contrast between their outfits and my complete nakedness was more stark than ever. Even with my flower.

"Hey Kate," Nicole whispered to me as she arrived, seemingly keeping her voice down to avoid the others overhearing, "Are you ok?"

I smiled and nodded back, even as I precariously tottered back over to the stovetop to give the pasta a stir.

"Sure, yep. All under control. Should be ready in--"

"I don't mean with dinner," she smiled, gesturing at my nude body with her glass, "I mean with...still being like this?"

I paused for a moment, mid-stir. She walked closer until she was standing next to me, and then I felt a crackle of energy through me as she rested a supportive hand right on my bare hip. It wasn't a sexual gesture, it was a friendly one. But it caused me to have to suppress a full-body shudder nevertheless.

"I mean," she continued, "We were just having a bit of fun, you know? And you seemed to be too. But...if you're not, then you have to tell me, ok? I'll tell the others to back off, and you can go and get dressed, you poor thing."

As she muttered supportively to me, she even began to gently stroke my hip. I started to feel dizzy, feeling as if my legs were about to give way.

"Oh, no, I mean--I'm--It's--"

What was I going to say? I love this? I want this? I've been fantasising about something like this for weeks? Please, Nicole, I want to stay nude with you all here forever? That last one was definitely a bit too much.

It felt a little like she was taking pity on me. Like she was offering me a get-out option for all of this. A chance to stop it, without the others interrupting. But why? Was she just taking pity on her flustered naked friend? Or did she know what else they'd planned for me? Was there more to come than just nude waitressing? Ugh, why did I assume that, whenever the three of them were together, they were talking about me? Am I really that much of a narcissist? Oh god. I might've been able to think straight if I didn't have the sensation of Nicole's hand gently stroking my bare hip.

Eventually, I came to a conclusion, rightly or wrongly. I was in. This was it. This was why I was here, after all. I was enjoying this.

"It's...funny," I managed to offer, "I'm having fun. Besides, I mean, I didn't really pay for the villa, or any of this food and wine, did I? So maybe this is how I can...contribute. As the, um, entertainment?"

I couldn't quite believe I was doing it, but I punctuated that suggestion by gently shimmying my hips as her hand stroked them. The movement caused her to glance down at my swaying, stilettoed body with a raised eyebrow. I adored the fresh attention.

But where had that come from? Was that really how I saw myself? Was that why I was being so compliant with these women? I felt I didn't deserve to be here with them? I hadn't paid for the holiday, I was an interloper, a stand-in. So this was how I had to pay off my debt, by allowing them to torment me? I wasn't entirely sure I liked that dynamic.

My friend of seven years looked me up and down again, taking in the sight of the wide-eyed girl she'd lived next door to at university now standing here, nude save for a flower in her hair and stilettos on her feet. I couldn't help but sense something else about her look. As if she was...figuring me out. No, she can't be doing that, Kate. You haven't figured yourself out yet, for crying out loud, so what hope does anyone else have?