The next few days went more quickly than I had expected. I was kept busy with some cleaning and serving club members in the bar and canteen. The club was quite quiet midweek, especially in the summer as many members were away during the week.
I was surprised how quickly I adapted to my perpetual state of nudity. I had met all the people who worked at the club and got to meet quite a few members of the club. They all chatted politely, passing compliments and behaving like gentlemen, which somehow fitted the ambiance of the club. I was, by now, de-sensitized to them looking at my body and I had even started to respond to their looks by opening my legs a little and pushing my hips forward and chest out. I had also stopped keeping my legs together when bending over or squatting down. It was awkward anyway and deep down I had started to like the idea of men getting a glimpse of forbidden fruit. Maybe it was teasing but the men being so respectful encouraged me open my legs a little when bending over showing my pussy to the men behind me.
I had already established a work routine in the club. I took my lunch in the canteen, choosing times when the canteen was empty. This arrangement fitted in with my shift times as I may be required to serve lunches. When the members had left I would grab some food from the kitchen and take my break.
It was a warm and sunny Friday. I had just finished my lunch as normal and had just returned my empty plate to the kitchen when Rob, one of young men who worked in the kitchen came in.
"Hello Clare," he said excitedly.
I turned around as replied to him. I admit Rob was very handsome and being naked in front of him was, at first very embarrassing but as the week had passed I started to find it pleasurable.
"Oh are you leaving he?" He asked disappointedly seeing me taking my plate back.
"Er - no I'll keep you company if you like," I hastily replied.
Rob went to serving area and selected the chicken stroganoff. I went over and sat down and Rob joined me.
"Hi, err, so how's things going?" He inquired.
"Oh, I'm learning quickly, not too much difficult so far."
"No, I meant being naked," he said blushing slightly.
"I found it difficult at first but it sort of doesn't seem so big a deal as time has gone on."
"It must be so odd, being nude all day with all these men looking at you," he said trying to drag the conversation in the direction of my nakedness.
I felt a little bit mischievous and a bit flirtatious this lunchtime. Being naked and getting so much attention had given me newfound confidence and boldness never knew I had.
"Well, just between you and me," I said in a hushed voice. "I have an allergy to wearing clothes so this job is ideal for me."
He looked surprised.
"Wow really, that must be so difficult," he said with a surprised tone in his voice.
I started to laugh at his earnest reply. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Oh, joking, good one!" he exclaimed.
I felt relaxed chatting to Rob now despite my nervous start. I pushed my chair back a little and placed my left foot on the seat grabbing my knee as I did so. It was a casual, relaxed position but I knew my pussy was fully on display to him in this posture, especially as I lifted my right heel off the floor so I was pointing my foot and just my toes were touching the floor, allowing my legs to open more widely.
Rob looked down at my fully exposed pussy; he said nothing. I felt my heart quicken and my vagina twitch knowing he was looking at me. I felt simultaneously vulnerable and commanding. I was exposed and naked and Rob was getting full view of my most private areas yet deep down I felt I was controlling him, making him aroused. It awakened my submissive and attention craving feelings. It was also making me extremely aroused.
"So, how long have you been working here?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"Two years," he replied looking up and making eye contact in an embarrassed fashion.
"You enjoy it?"
"It a job," he said distractedly.
"Have there been many other girls working here?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Not really, there have been three or four women, older than you, who have worked here on a temporary basis. You are the only student they have had who has lived in."
"Oh I see," I said opening my legs even wider.
Robs eyes looked down again, I felt like I was directing him. My wet aroused pussy felt the air of the canteen caress it.
"I guess I must get back to cleaning," I said, to Rob's obvious disappointment.
As I left the canteen I thought about my journey. I had begun to comprehend an emergence of another form of my sexuality initiated by the dynamic of the club and my interaction with the men. The first step is getting used to being naked, the feeling of just walking around being naked and getting used to being seen. There are new tactile stimulations you feel as a result being completely nude all the time and they constantly excite and remind your unclothed state. You become adapted to this condition after a while, men look at you as you go about your business. Having to interact with so many members and male colleagues in the club you become adapted and used to the physical sensation of being naked around others.
The next step is a mental one; realizing the men like to look at you. You gain a feeling of being an object on display. The inhibitions of social norms about your body start to dissolve and you respond to the men's calm and gentlemanly pleasure that take from your body. The concept of being cheap, or rude or a slut is replaced with a feeling of being almost like a model; a muse for the gentlemen.
The final step is a change in your own body image and deep inner feelings. You shed you clothing but you can still be fully dressed. You put up a barrier of inhibitions and objections to your body being expressly for male aesthetic pleasure. There is a feeling of having completely no shame, maybe an animalistic basic instinct that begins to develop. Innocence is an odd word but one I think applies to this state. You feel as if you are a figurine for the gentleman's eyes and maybe also their hands; their pleasure is your pleasure.
As I worked that afternoon polishing the ornaments in the entrance hall I though more on how much I had changed. As men came and went from the club I said a polite 'hello' of 'good day sir.' I felt for the first time, at ease with being nude and talking to the gentlemen. It was a feeling I liked, a passive acceptance of how I should be within the club.
That evening I worked in the bar. It was quite busy and I was rushing around so didn't really have much time for interaction with gentlemen other than the odd few words in passing. Eventually people started disperse from the bar, either home or to the games room.
It was nearly the end of the shift when I saw Mr. Adams come in with three other gentlemen. I walked over to serve him.
"Hello Mr. Adams, what can I get for you this evening?" I enquired.
"Oh... the beautiful maid, your beauty is enough for me but I feel we should order four single malts, the Macallan please,"
The men all looked at me and for the first time all evening I felt very naked, very vulnerable and very aroused.
"Yes sir," I replied with a smile.
Mr. Scott poured the drinks and I took them back to the table.
"No ice tonight?" exclaimed Mr. Adams as I placed the drinks around the table.
"Yes, sir," I said as I placed a container of ice and a small jug of water on the table.
