Claire woke up on a Sunday morning, in the crisp freshness of a beautiful Spring day with its beams of morning sunlight landing right on her batting blue eyes and long eyelashes. She stretched, yawning and taking in the bright sunlight, and felt her dreams slowly fade away into waking life. She turned and looked at her clock, and with an almost pitiable groan, she rolled out of bed and stood up, brushing her hands through her long, light brown hair before cursing the fact that she'd have to be shut inside that damn video game store for 8 hours on such a pretty day.
It had been about a month since Claire had started working weekends at a local mall's video game store to earn money so that she could pay for her college textbooks. Having already gone two whole weeks without a single day off, she was not loving the prospect of having to spend yet another day selling video games. The lack of resting time was starting to tire her out, and if her grades started to fall, she'd have to quit the job and find some other way to pay for textbooks.
Claire pushed the negative thoughts out of her head as she showered and headed to her room to dress. The sheer brightness and breezy warmth of the day was such a great change from the dreadful clouds and constant cold of the last few weeks that Claire couldn't help but feel good, despite having to go to work. She dried off and started to get dressed, basking in the warmth of the sunlit morning, accompanied by the cool Spring breeze. Since this was the first nice day in weeks, Claire decided against the usual loose-fitting sweater and work pants that she had been wearing to her job, and instead donned something a little more "appropriate" to the Spring sunshine.
Claire was a performing arts major at her college, and specialized in belly dance. Years of hip rolling, figure eights, and belly undulations had given her a thick, curvy figure to die for. Despite this "extra skin", Claire was somewhat lean with much of her body being toned, but not at all muscular. She had the best curves in all the right places. Her favorite thing about her body was her belly, which she proudly showed off as often as possible. She had a smooth, white, sexy, slightly plump belly; the kind where the abs are only slightly strong, but soft enough to hide under a narrow layer of fat that forms a tiny pooch that protrudes only slightly over a pair of hiphugger jeans. Her belly button was a gorgeous innie, with a very sexy lip on the bottom and just deep enough so that a finger- possibly a handsome man's- could slide in to play with the little folds and skin of her tiny belly button hole. Together with her very shapely ass, Claire's lower body in hip hugger jeans was a sight that stopped traffic.
Of course, Claire slipped on a pair of hip hugger jeans. She didn't think anything of it, staring out at the clouds while pulling on her form fitting pants, just as she also didn't think anything as she pulled her favorite shortcut belly-button sweater out of the drawer and put it on. She was so used to letting her belly button show on nice, bright days that it wasn't until she was halfway to the mall that she realized she had made a potentially-humiliating mistake.
She felt a sudden pang of panic as she remembered the dress clause in the little employee rulebook she had gotten from her boss when she began working at the video game store.
"All staff members of Gamer Goods are to be dressed tastefully and in a professional manner while at work."
She knew that her manager, Adam, would not be too pleased to see her walk into the shop in tight hip huggers and a cropped sweater, with her midriff and belly button bared for all the world to see. Adam was a very young (and, to Claire's occasional embarrassment, very handsome) man, but he was also very business-oriented and no-nonsense. She was dreading her imagining of the look on his face if he were to see her exposed belly button as she entered the store.
To her sudden relief, Claire had remembered that Adam was not going to be there when she opened up the store. He usually opened early on Sundays, but Claire remembered that he had said a few days prior that he would not be here on Sunday. He had said something about helping his friend Jackie with her stomach flu. Reaching the shop, Claire opened up the security gate, turned on the lights, and went directly to the storage room. The mall would be open in half an hour, and Claire had to do inventory and stock the delivery of new games before customers started to come.
As she worked, her thoughts went to her bare belly button. She knew that Adam wouldn't like her to be dressed this way at work, but she still felt a jump in her heart rate when she imagined his eyes fixed on her bare belly... Claire pushed the thought from her head. He was her boss, (her very handsome.... sexy... boss, she thought) and besides, there's no chance that he also shared the same fetish as she did. Claire looked down at her sexy bare stomach, and began to gently poke at the intricate folds of her belly button. For as long as she could remember, she'd been very turned on by belly buttons, especially when someone looked at, commented on, or touched her own. It was the main reason why she started belly dancing in the first place, so she can have her stomach and navel at center stage for all to see and lust after.
She finished stocking the new video games, then returned to the main desk to work on the computer and operate the cash register. The mall was now open, but nobody was shopping yet. Claire was tapping the keyboard with one hand, and absentmindedly fingering her innie with the other. She didn't notice that a pretty forty-something woman had walked in, and, blushing, snapped her hand away from her tummy when she felt the woman's eyes upon it.
"Morning, Claire! Beautiful day, huh?" said her cheerful, warm voice.
