The Naed Countess

Chapter 5: To Vegas

The red car quickly moved through the streets, gusts of wind blowing on its passengers' faces while the sun caressed their skin. At least now Arnold could relax a bit, letting his reflexes control the car while he made small talk with his majestic companion. He still had to keep his eyes from shifting focus to Leo's nudity, but his fear of crashing the car was greater than his lust, so for now it was alright. The countess herself also took an opportunity to rest from her agitation, raising her hands up high to breathe in the cool wind. When they turned toward the sun and headed out of town, Arnold offered her sunglasses, but she declined.

"I prefer enjoying the sun fully. Even if it's not Sanflarian, the Many-eyed God still looks upon me as we speak," the blonde said, closing her eyes and letting the sunlight envelop her whole.

She must've done this often, judging by her clean, pretty tan. Arnold made an awkward joke about religion, then felt his lack of social skills showing and decided to turn on the radio. The local news reported about a recent sandstorm, a PR disaster involving a senator, and then mentioned a blonde streaker riding around the town in a red convertible.

"What's a streaker?" Leo asked in confusion.

"Uh, not sure, some radio slang, I suppose," Arnold took the safe route, not sure if explaining this would satisfy or anger the countess.

The news got replaced by music, and while Leo was skeptical at first, the American hits soon caught her attention and even made her move her head in rhythm. On this funky note, the duo rode into the desert, watching as fewer and fewer town buildings flew by. Arnold even allowed himself to add some speed, enjoying how Leo's tits jumped up and down due to the car's poor suspension.

"Ha, is that fast for you? Milran is waiting! How about you show me real speed, Earth boy?!" the countess glanced at him with a challenge.

Usually, the clerk would've quietly declined, but right now, as he was driving with a gorgeous blonde beside him, he felt in control for a moment and didn't want this feeling to slip away. That's what driving a hot date home must've felt like for those bullies in high school! So he accelerated even more, then barely retained control over the car as it moved off the road into the sand for a second.

A stressful moment, but it was fine... until the duo heard a loud popping sound and felt the convertible moving slower, as if it just got into mud. The clerk pressed the brakes and walked out of the vehicle when it stopped, trying to figure out the problem. Unfortunately, the worst assumption turned out to be true: one of the front tires got punctured and already began deflating.

"If all of your inventions are so feeble, I won't have problems freeing Milran," Leo shook her head as she sat on the seats' backs to see more clearly.

"Well, at least we didn't lose an entire wheel, positive thinking, he-he," Arnold tried reassuring his companion or, rather, himself.

The countess ignored his words and looked around to find anything that could help. Then a smile appeared on Leo's face, and she pointed at a distant sign.

"Look, there is a car on it. Just what we need, right?"

"Well, not exactly. It's a car dealership, not a service... But they should have a spare tire or two."

The blonde nodded, then jumped out of the car and bolted right to the sign. Arnold could barely keep up with her phase. Sweat engulfed his entire body in seconds as he stepped on the hot, very hot asphalt under the Nevada sun. Leo's nakedness even made the clerk a bit jealous, though he'd never dare to walk on the road barefoot like she fearlessly did right now. Soon, a large, filled parking lot surrounded by several old-looking buildings came into view, but there were no people around. The business didn't seem to be booming.

The blonde reached it first but waited at a barrier, wondering whether it meant that the place was closed. Arnold jumped on the opportunity to help and explained that it was only for cars, so they entered and began looking for the owner. Instead, they found rows and rows of used cars, standing here quietly like on a graveyard.

"Well, I'll give you that, you do have design variety," Leo looked over the old vehicles, admitting she was a little impressed.

"Oh, customers! Good day, hello!" A voice rang out from behind the cars.

The duo turned out to see a middle-aged, chubby man with eager sparks in his eyes. He was unshaved and wore a wrinkled jacket, clearly not expecting anyone. His eyes widened as his gaze landed on Leo, who stood with her hand on her hip like a model posing for an erotic photo. This only made the man more excited, and he ran up to the duo, offering deals before they could even say a word.

"I'm honest Peter, from honest Peter's vehicles! Great to see you here!"

"Apologies, there might be a misunderstanding. We're just here because we need help," Arnold shook his head, cautious about the salesman's enthusiasm.

"Of course, that's what I'm here for. You're young, successful," he threw an awkward glance at Leo's boobs, "you're naked... You want a car with a radio, right?"

"Actually, we already have a car. I took care of it myself," the blonde smirked, "we're just missing a tire, that's all."

Honest Peter's enthusiasm instantly went out as he realized that this CMNF couple wasn't looking for a deal. The man began talking about the tires being expensive and him not wanting to dismantle the cars, finding a way out of helping the two.

"Don't you have a stack of spare tires right there?" Leo pointed in the distance.

"That's, uh, the tire tower for decoration! You can't have them, sorry."

"I'm honest Peter, from honest Peter's vehicles! Great to see you here!"

"Apologies, there might be a misunderstanding. We're just here because we need help," Arnold shook his head, cautious about the salesman's enthusiasm.

"Of course, that's what I'm here for. You're young, successful," he threw a shameless glance at Leo's boobs, "you're naked... You need a car with air conditioning!"

"Actually, we already have a car. I took care of it myself," the blonde smirked, "we're just missing a tire, that's all."

Honest Peter's enthusiasm instantly went out as he realized that this CMNF couple wasn't looking for a deal. The man began talking about the tires being expensive and him not wanting to dismantle the cars, finding a way out of helping the two.

"Don't you have a stack of spare tires right there?" Leo pointed in the distance.

"That's, uh, the tire tower for decoration! You can't have them, sorry."

Arnold sighed, realizing Peter actually expected them to buy an entire car along with a tire. Meanwhile, Leo grew impatient and finally stepped in between the men, demanding the salesman help her get to Vegas in the name of Sanflaria.

"L-listen, no disrespect to your exhibitionism. I don't want any trouble," he was taken aback a little, "but the business is slow and desperate times call for desperate measures."

"Aren't you in a good spot for business?" Arnold looked around.

"I thought so too. But it turned out that nobody needs a car dealership near Vegas. See, people who go into the strip usually have better cars already, and those who come back through this town often have spent their money on gambling. I need a new way to attract attention to the dealership and make people turn their heads when they see my advertisement."

"I don't see how this is our problem," Leo showily leaned against one of the cars, making her seem like a pin-up girl.

Suddenly, something clicked in the heads of both men, and they looked at each other with understanding.

"S-say, Leo, you're fine with showing off your body, right?" Arnold asked, even though the answer was obvious, "would you mind posing for a bit if that meant getting the tire?"

"Posing for what?" Leo looked at Peter with clear interest in this deal.

"For an ad campaign!" The salesman replied and hurried to get his camera.

In a minute, Leo was already standing near the hood of a vintage sports car, bending backward to show off her majestic breasts while her butt touched the metal. Following Peter's directions, she longinly stared into the camera like a prize waiting to be claimed by the car's lucky future customer. Then the blonde turned around, landing her hands on the hood, and gracefully moved forward with catlike agility. Peter kept taking pictures while Leo got on top of the hood, assuming different poses that highlighted all parts of her amazing, naked figure.

It was like a game, with the blonde trying to vow the lusting men more and more with her shameless display. When she got on all fours, Arnold couldn't contain himself and pulled out his phone, taking some photos as well. Leo didn't mind that at all. To the contrary, she seemed flattered. This wasn't surprising: women generally loved being admired, it was a part of their nature, and what's a better way for a girl to get admiration than to be completely naked?

"It's just, uh, for documentation," Arnold giggled as he made a close-up of Leo's ass.

"Sure," the blonde playfully wiggled her butt, "document all you want!"

With these words, Leo sat on the car's hood and spread her legs as far as she could, proudly showcasing her tight, hairless vulva. Peter was barely holding his camera, his hands shaking from the excitement. The clicking sounds filled the dealership as both photographers and their model gradually dropped their inhibitions.

Leo ended up posing around different cars, complimenting them with her nudity. She crawled in a pickup truck bed, showed off her boobs over a convertible's windshield, and sat in passenger seats as if inviting someone to come and drive her into the sunset. The advertisement already seemed to work: a couple of guys stopped in their tracks when they saw the photoshoot and entered the dealership just to see Leo better. One of Peter's colleagues came out to help them pick a car, but they were too busy staring, so he joined them along with several other pedestrians who happened to pass by.

By the end, a small crowd formed near Leo, everyone enjoying this bold promotion. The blonde finished it with a bang, too: when she got down from the last car, she did a stunning cartwheel and grabbed one of the tires from the tower right after, pridefully showing Peter her tongue.

"Hey, but decorations..." Peter protested a bit.

"Decorate with those!" Leo jiggled her breasts with a grin and passed the tire to Arnold, ready to continue their journey.

The owner thanked the two for their cooperation (especially Leo, of course) and wished them both good luck, promising that he'll vote only for pro-Sanflaria politicians from now on.

"That was a nice retreat," Arnold said while the duo changed the tire.

"Took us long enough! But it didn't hurt, I suppose. You poor Earth males deserve to witness some unhidden female beauty for a change."

The clerk couldn't agree more, but Leo's generocity also had its drawbacks: despite quickly getting into the car, he needed a few minutes to calm down before he could drive. When he came to his senses, the duo continued their journey through the desert with radio and the wind keeping them company.

The ride went smoothly, with the car gradually leaving more and more miles behind. The next problem Arnold and Leo faced was not as urgent and far more expected: hunger and thirst. Both of them didn't have anything after the motel breakfast, and it was already afternoon.

"I see a rest stop right there," Arnold said, pointing to his right, "or... Maybe you don't wanna waste time?"

"We need to reach Milran posthaste, but I suppose our stomachs can be a distraction if we don't fill them up. Let's go."

The clerk turned the wheel, an anxious yet naughty smile appeared on his lips. He imagined even more locals reacting to Leo's naked body and her shamelessly showing herself off, especially after that warm-up at Peter's. Soon, this idea turned into reality as they slowly drove beside a line of trucks and RVs, their owners turning their heads and catcalling the stunning blonde. The countess herself observed her surroundings with interest, slowly realizing how many different designs the Earthians have come up with and how varied everything around her was. This seemed to intrigue her, although she still didn't trust the locals and pushed this feeling away.

Leo left the car before Arnold and walked right on the gravel, declining a nearby beefcake's suggestion to carry her. The nearby women laughed, probably expecting her to ouch from pain and come back, but instead Leo calmly moved forward, avoiding larger stones and enjoying the massage from the smaller ones. Meanwhile, the clerk was so invested in his companion's public exposure that he nearly forgot that he'd been here once. The pizzeria with its large sign reading "Tomato Theme" reminded him of a family trip. Clearly, this time was more stressful but also much more fun.

They entered the Tomato Theme arm in arm, attracting a dozen stares right away. The place was actually quite nice with its pastel colors and silly tomato-themed décor on the walls. It was also surprisingly busy, probably thanks to those tourist buses left outside. A couple of whistles echoed through the dining area and some folks pulled out their phones.

Leo must've felt like a star already, since she simply adjusted her hair and walked to the counter, suggestively wiggling her bare hips. The shiny menu board attracted Leo's attention while everyone else in the line lost interest in food and began staring at her sexy body instead. Arnold, all rosy and giggly, kept explaining to the people that his friend was a nudist activist and simply preferred to walk around this way. Technically, nothing of this was untrue.

"Well, at least she's dressed according to the weather!" An old guy chuckled, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"Too bad some of us still have dignity to do that," a girl replied sarcastically.

Arnold twitched. That critic was lucky Leo was too occupied discussing what she wanted to eat, otherwise, she would've probably ended up naked too. Finally, among the surrounding laughs and catcalls, the duo decided on a pizza, and Leo made her order. Unfortunately, the young adult standing on the other side didn't catch her, as he was too busy averting his eyes.

"What are you doing, huh?" The blonde raised her voice, "do you think my body is too ugly to look at?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I was raised in a Christian family that prohibits... such things," he mumbled to himself.

"Well, and I was raised in a family that respects others by not ignoring them. You'd better learn this as well," Leo scoffed, leaning on the counter.

"Come on, man, it's nothing bad. You'll offend her if you don't look," Arnold whispered, not fully believing that he was actually serious.

Leo puffed off her impressive chest and landed her hands on her hips, as if provoking the poor clerk with her shameless attitude. The man couldn't handle it and ran away. Instead, the pizzeria's manager came in, his eyes widening from this impressive view. However, his reaction wasn't similar to Peter's, and he sternly demanded Leo leave the pizzeria at once.

"What example are you setting to other women with this behavior?!" he argued.

"The kind that'll let them live in harmony with nature," Leo parried with dominance.

Arnold glanced around the room as the two fought, their arguments getting them nowhere. The crowd behind them started to get agitated; only one female group of Hispanic students seemed to observe Leo with great interest, not even mad about not getting food. Clerk tried objecting to Mark's (according to his name tag) arguments about public indecency, as there were no direct laws against being naked in Nevada. Yet, this fact didn't affect the manager's eagerness to kick the duo out of the restaurant. Finally, Arnold mustered up the courage and led Mark to the side.

"L-listen, friend, I'm from ICA," he showed his credentials, "this right here is an important Sanflarian noble. You must've heard about Sanflaria, right? Solar energy, gardens on the roofs, naked chicks, all the good stuff. Do I have to explain further?"

"Yes. Especially the part about why you need to bring her into our establishment!"

Mark didn't back down, but ICA credentials did their part and made him doubtful. Then, the final blow came out of nowhere: one of the Hispanic girls approached Mark from behind and voiced support for Leo. Her assertive pose and natural beauty caught the manager off-guard and made him silent for a moment. The girl, who introduced herself as Ximena, was about twenty years old, with a stylish black care covering the sides of her elegant face.

She was an owner of a fit, feminine hourglass figure, which was obvious due to her tank top and jeans not covering much of it at all. Especially her breasts with perfectly distinguishable nipples due to an obvious lack of bra, at least C-cup judging by their size. It was also clear the girl was a fan of tattoos. Arnold noticed a snake sliding down her shoulder and a deadly-looking bird on her arm. A pair of fancy earrings were hanging from the girl's ears, and her dark eyes were complemented with bold mascara.

"As an American, I will not stand for this neglect of human freedoms." Ximena exclaimed. "If you kick these two out, me and my friends will also leave. And those three large pizzas we were about to get... you'll have to kiss our order goodbye."

The manager looked back at Arnold, fuming with rage. There was an anxious pause, during which the clerk thought Mark was about to just throw all of them out in an instant. Yet he let out a deep sigh and allowed Leo to stay, adding that the place didn't pay him well enough to deal with this bullshit.

"W-wow, thanks a lot. It could've been trouble," Arnold smiled at Ximena.

"No problem, I'm a big fan of Sanflarian culture, and seeing one of their girls here is something I'd never expect. Would love to talk once we make our orders, so don't sit too far away. Also, your girlfriend is a hottie!"

When the clerk came back to the counter, Leo was already demanding pizza and enjoying the embarrassment of the poor cashiers, who had to politely stare at her naked body while taking the order. Soon, their pepperoni pizza was ready, and the duo got a table across the room from Ximena's group.

The casual atmosphere must've prevailed over Eleonora's nobility for a moment, as her table manners quickly disappeared. The countess sat with one of her feet on the chair, boldly showing off her tits and vulva to dozens of people in the dining area. Then, she grabbed the biggest slice with both her hands and bit into it like a savage beast.

"Wow," the blonde exclaimed in awe, "this does not feel healthy, but I feel like it's a worthy sacrifice for this taste!"

"Oh, trust me, you haven't seen anything yet," Arnold giggled at Leo's enthusiasm, still a bit anxious due to Mark and all the spectators.

After a bit of small talk, the clerk turned around to see Ximena waving at him. He waved back, after which the short-haired girl went to the bathroom with an odd wink. It was hard to make out the meaning of this gesture, and the situation only became stranger when one of the girl's friends went in and came back, holding something. It took the clerk a minute to realize that "something" was Ximena's clothes! Before he could react, the same friend ran up to Leo and whispered something in her ear.

"Huh, intriguing indeed!" she smiled from ear to ear, "alright, I'll pay her a visit."

With these words, the blonde got up from her seat and strolled to the bathroom, leaving Arnold completely confused. The two girls stayed inside for several minutes, and when another young tourist walked in, she quickly left with her cheeks all rosy. Then, Leo came out of the bathroom, practically jumping into the dining area, full of enthusiasm and satisfaction. Arnold saw her smiles already, but this one seemed the most sincere one so far.