I spent the morning wondering what had happened to me. A shy girl from a good family had agreed to work as a naked maid at a private club. I rationalised my decision on the basis of the members all being gentlemen; plus it paid well and solved my summer accommodation issues in one go.
I needed fresh air so I decided to take a little stroll into town and treat myself to coffee and breakfast at a little cafe I knew. Now that I had money I could afford such extravagances.
I stepped out into the fresh summer morning and walked through the campus and out into the old part of town. I arrived sooner than expected; being lost in thoughts made the journey quicker somehow. I sat at a table in window looking down an old rambling lane, with its jumble of quirky little shops.
The waitress came over to me.
"Are you ready to order?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, er, a cappuccino and the smoked salmon and scrambled eggs please," I replied partially in my own world.
I imagined myself as that waitress but serving customers naked. The thought was frightening yet at the same time a little exciting. As I waited for my breakfast I checked my phone. I saw an email from the Xerces Club. I opened the mail and read through a fairly standard contract but the additions towards the end caught my eye. It contained a paragraph that I was to be naked at all times in the club and I was to surrender all clothing at reception. This made the butterflies in my tummy dance. The thought of being naked for days at a time was unimaginable. I was naked when I showered but that was it, five minutes a day not 24/7.
My reading was disturbed by the waitress bringing my breakfast over. I looked up and thanked her then started to eat. As I ate I scrolled through the email. At the end was a message from Charles, the club secretary, asking if I could start as soon as possible and also reminding me to shave my pubic area and what I would need to bring when I started.
The list was very short and basically listed a toiletries bag, which I would be allowed to take into my room, a small case of clothing to be left with reception for when I had to venture out of the club and a bag to place my clothing I arrived in. This all made it seem very real and also a reminder of just how exposed I would be.
I finished my breakfast and took a stroll back to halls. As I walked tried to phone the club but there was no answer so I sent an email back telling them I was flexible on starting dates. I got back into my room and flopped on my bed. I checked my phone and saw a new email from the club. I read it with a slight panic as it was suggested I start tomorrow. That was too soon, I felt unprepared mentally but I didn't want to risk losing the job or appear less keen. I sent a text back agreeing to starting tomorrow and to arrive at the club at ten the next morning ready for duties. I hastily started to get things ready, packing my clothes and books into boxes to go into storage and sorting out the little I needed to take with me to the club. I packed up a small suitcase with clothing I might need over the summer and got a wash bag ready. I rummaged through and found a razor and then remembered I needed to shave. I got my towel and went into the bathrooms along the hall. I undressed and turned the shower on and stepped under the cascade of warmth. I washed my body then shaved my legs and finally my pubic area. It felt strange, wrong even. I would feel so very exposed and the men would be able to see my genitals with absolutely nothing to cover them. I promptly dried and got dressed.
I spent the rest of the day sorting out my room and taking things down to the store room for the summer vacation. I had my one small suitcase, packed with a change of clothing and toiletries bag and a hessian bag in which to put the clothing I arrived in. It seemed so very little for a whole summer and again made aware of just how exposed and naked I would be. I felt at a loose end, thoughts of actually doing the job and interacting with clothed men while I was completely nude made shivver. I was concerned as how the men would interact with me, how would I talk to them, would they look at me, what if I had to bend over, have somebody follow me upstairs. I suddenly felt very shy.
The day passed fretfully followed by a restless night of little sleep. By the time the taxi came to take me to the club I felt a little sick with nerves which only got worse on the ride over.
The taxi pulled up at the gates and I paid the driver. I took a deep breath and pressed the intercom.
"Hello, Clare Williams here, I am starting the housemaid job today," I said nervously.
"Oh yes, please enter," came a male voice.
I paused, took a deep breath then walked through the gates and up the drive. I arrived at the large front doors and turned the knob, pushing them open as I did so. At one side of the entrance there was a large oak reception desk. I walked up to it trembling with nerves as I did so.
"Ah hello Miss Williams," said the middle aged gentleman behind the desk.
I smiled.
"I see you have your case, now perhaps if you could be so kind as to hand me the rest of your clothing so I can lock it away for safekeeping," he said casually.
"What here?" is all I could stutter as a reply.
He nodded.
I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it, aware of his eyes watching me and I placed it in the hessian bag I had taken with me. Next I unzipped my skirt and stepped out it, already feeling very exposed in just underwear and ballet pumps. I turned my back and unhooked my bra and with one arm cupped over my breasts I dropped it in the bag . Finally I pulled down my panties and shoes, placing them neatly along with my other clothing. I felt vulnerable and so completely naked, standing in a unfamiliar hallway into which anyone could suddenly walk. I removed my hands exposing my body. I knew I would have to get used being like this all the time.
The gentleman went into a back office with my clothing and as he did so I heard footsteps coming along the hallway. I was relieved to see Charles coming along to meet me but also aware of the situation of my very exposed state.
"Hello Clare," he exclaimed enthusiastically.
I smiled and said hello.
"Now, have you taken what you need from your bag?" he enquired.
