(This story takes place in the world of Goodview College, home to Girls Naked Sports. It's only a few weeks after Goodview went totally Full Female Nude:)
It was a really good turnout; Ashley was so relieved. There must have been fourteen or fifteen teenage coeds in the open seating area just outside the clubhouse, and most were already nude, just like she was.
Ashley graduated Goodview College last June; as a twenty-one-year-old semi-pro here at the country club, she had led Goodview's girls golf team all the way to the regional championships--the girls nude regionals, that is.
The whole "nude teen golf buddies" thing had started off as a semi-joke. Ashley gave lessons in the nude, and she was sure that her slender, blonde and gently-curved good looks attracted some guys who didn't really need any lessons. One guy offered to pay her to be his nude "good luck charm" and accompany him naked as he played the first nine... or the last nine.
"Below my pay grade," Ashley had joked back, but then she began to see an opportunity. She talked about it with the club, with the college, and with the girls at school, girls on and off her nude team.
Now this was it. It was a nice, warm, late September morning, and Ashley was about to explain to the nude and semi-nude girls present what being a "nude teen golf buddy" was all about.
"May I have your attention?" Ashley started. The girls were already looking at her in awe. Here was a bright, very lovely young lady who was making quite a good living working without her clothes.
There were more and more men--mostly men--beginning to trickle into the clubhouse for their introductory lunch buffet. Nearly all of them paused and turned, taking in all of the bare--and almost bare teenage beauties.
"First of all: any of you girls still wearing panties--or anything else--please take everything off right now! You will all be potentially paid to be here, so, as long as you're outdoors on club grounds, remember: you're being paid to be naked."
Now the five or six still-pantied young ladies were mostly blushing as they peeled off their last concessions to modesty. They all deposited their panties in their Certified Nude totes. As they stood or sat back up, now totally nude, a handful of men who had been watching them strip applauded. The poor girls blushed even harder!
Ashley smiled and gave their impromptu striptease fans a little bow. There were also a few probably married couples headed into the clubhouse. She heard one lady say as she practically pulled her hubby inside: "Honey: you'll get to see all of them soon--up close and personal!" That poor guy probably hurt his neck as he kept craning it to keep fifteen naked cuties in his sights for as long as humanly possible.
"Alright. The rules are pretty simple. You all have your 'bow ties' that go around your pretty necks with your names attached? Good. The guys--and gals--inside are there to not only take a good look at naked you, they're here to also get to know the real you. Everybody is looking for someone special; a girl who pushes all their buttons, and that doesn't necessarily mean the hottest nude looker!
Pretend you're all on an interview--cause you are--and whatever you're wearing: your blue and white flip flops; your watch, your tasteful jewelry--that's your uniform. Keep thinking that and you'll get through just fine.
Any questions?"
A shy little blonde who was also a little chubby: "Ummm... why were we all told to bring panties since you just made us take 'em off?!"
"Good question; I was coming to that. Because they're serving food inside, club rules require that both your genitals--and well, your rear hole--be adequately covered. So: you will be greeting your potential employers with something on in the way of fabric.
Yes?"
A very voluptuous Black girl, the only one here today, stood up from her padded metal chair.
"Most of us aren't on the golf team, and we don't know shi--"
The girls giggled.
"We don't know anything about golf. Are we expected to suddenly be caddies?"
Ashley smiled. "Some guys will want you riding around with them purely as their naked good luck charms. Don't be surprised if they ask you to kiss their... golf balls!"
Now the girls nearly all laughed. Ashley was good: she was making them all feel comfortable and part of a special team... she was helping them focus on other things instead of on their total nudity.
"However," Ashley continued, "you're gonna be out there, moving from hole to hole. It's inevitable that they'll ask you to help out, even ask your thoughts on the best shots to take--and with which clubs."
Ashley waited and the girls were so much calmer. Many still shy girls were biting lips and smiling back as more grinning male admirers strode slowly past them.
"One last thing, before we put our panties on and proceed to our meet and greet... you are here to be admired naked, NOT to have sex. I don't want to hear anything like 'oh: the guy was so cute!'... you are being paid, and that shit is a definite no-no.
They're only allowed to touch you on that which would be revealed in a teeny bikini. But even that has to be kept under control. Expect hands not just on knees, but way up on your thighs. And yes: there will be a lot of butt-cheek cupping and playful rear-end slaps... as long as they don't venture anywhere in-between.
Now: let's get our little panties on. March in there with your head held high and your breasts held out. Let's get you girls signed up!"
Ashley's main tasks once her girls were pantied-up and lined up for food in the club's "banqueting hall" was to make sure they all mingled--and that the mostly male golfers weren't getting overly friendly with the topless teens. Yes: they were limiting nude participants only to girls who were of legal age, and who still had the "teen" in their ages.
Ashley's first presumed disaster to stave off occurred when she noticed the chubby little blonde girl from outside standing near a hightop table--and she was obviously crying. Three men holding food-filled plates and/or drinks were looking at her, mystified.
"What's going on here?!" Ashley demanded as she stepped up and put her arm around the sobbing, bare-breasted freshman.
"We only told her that she was really beautiful," one of the guys stated. "I told her... I loved her cute little tummy and I wanted to kiss it." He was blushing now.
