(Lori has just been auctioned off, nude. Her leased, unclothed body will be shared between the mysterious Zelda and the brash Dennis. She is about to willingly sign away her right to wear clothes, as well as her personal freedom:)
How would I continue this story if I was writing as the wicked Charlotte?
'She had done it. She had stripped herself quite nude, deliciously danced naked for her eager bidders, boldly exposing every precious part of her that made her a woman. Now her--what does she call him? Her leaseholder? No: her owner. Her owner was carrying her naked in his strong, muscular arms... taking her to officially sign away three months of her precious life to be in naked servitude to his every wicked, masculine whim.'
The only difference between the above fantasy and reality? Replace the name of the wicked girl above... I'm Lori. I'm twenty-two, above average in intelligence and allegedly way above average in looks--and I really was being carried naked into a room so that I would sign away my right to wear clothing--as well as my personal freedom--for the next three months.
I would officially become nothing but a naked 'pleasure girl' leased out through Central Pink Inc.
I have long, wavy auburn-brown hair, deep blue eyes that men describe as "dreamy," and I'm told that I am quite the long, leggy, and slender little thing, measuring in at 32B - 24 - 32.
My face was happily buried in Dennis's strong shoulder as we entered a conference room. The white room theme continued in here: the floor was alternating white and gray tiles; the conference table was gray with specks of pink and blue.
That pink and blue matched the plush office chairs. As Dennis carried me to one of the pink chairs, I was puzzled. These chairs were constructed differently; the arms just looked strangely angled and there were extensions like pedals springing out from the bottom of the seats.
"I'll sit down first and show our special angel how it's done."
I looked up, startled. I had to wipe my eyes and try to stop my silly bawling. It was the Corporation's stunningly blonde, blue-eyed receptionist--and she was completely nude.
Denise came up to me as soon as Dennis reluctantly let me down. She hugged me hard and kissed me full on the lips and my god: I just wanted to lose myself in the sweet, sexy warmth of that voluptuously naked body as her big bouncy boobs crushed against mine.
Denise was grinning constantly as she pulled her chair out for me to watch. As she leaned her bare ass back, she simultaneously lifted up and spread out her long, muscular legs. I then saw that the arms of the pink chairs were actually knee rests. Then Denise must have pressed an unseen button and the pedal-like extensions... extended. Denise put a foot atop each pedal.
"Curtis," she said playfully, "would you strap me in?"
"I would be honored."
The silver-haired auctioneer and experienced handler of nude women wrapped each of Denise's sweet feet in attached Velcro straps.
He stood back and gazed down upon her curvy, blonde, wide-open nakedness.
"As always, an exquisite sight!" Curtis leaned down and played with each of the sultry nude receptionist's surprisingly soft nipples as she grinned and wriggled. "I well recall that day I auctioned you off; I still do not remember a girl who clung to me so hard and blushed so very much."
He toyed with her between her legs, lightly stroking her long slit up and down.
"But then," Denise addressed me as Dennis was getting me all settled in my own pink display chair, "when it came to my sex act, I said I wanted to blow Curtis."
"So there I was," Curtis continued, "slacks and boxers around my knees, as this sweaty little blusher eagerly sucked me off."
Curtis stood up between her open legs, looking down at her. He took both her hands and bent down and they sweetly kissed.
"You were my father figure--then and now." Denise gushed. "You held my hand so tightly, you got me through it all."
I considered Denise's description of Curtis as her father figure.... and her desire to suck his penis. Things that make you go: 'hmmmm.'"
Dennis, meanwhile, had me all strapped in, legs spread. He leaned in and kissed me too. His hands were roaming all over my body, but especially from my sloppy hole to my bulging out lower lips, then to my pert breasts with nipples turning bright red as they went on high beam.
I glanced over at a sudden movement and saw Zelda settling into her own pink chair. That older, more full-figured all-over woman was even more stunning up close.
She remained fully dressed.
"You're not..." I started.
Zelda laughed. "I am a guest, little one. Not a pleasure girl, and not a female employee! Female guests are permitted to keep their silly clothing on--if they chose to do so!"
Curtis was smiling as he walked over to me. My Dennis graciously stepped aside for him and stood behind me, massaging my bare shoulders and constantly kissing my head.
Curtis took over playing with my bulging lips as he spoke, standing between my legs.
"How do you feel... being this way?"
"I love it!" Now I was gushing. (Better than crying!) "I just feel so... naturally nude, and so loved. I want to invite the whole world in to see what you're touching."
He laughed. "You truly are our naked angel! Your exquisite performance this morning set the tone for all of our future nude auctions." He let his fingers fall into the tight wet pinkness between my lips. Then he surprised me by suddenly poking three fingers into my still-leaky love hole.
"Women show us their legs, their shoulders, their bellies and their backs. And we're supposed to be thrilled. This--"
His fingers curled inside me, pushing up to my G-spot. I helplessly pushed my body to him.
"This is... the source of all human life, the sacred place that we foolish men spend our lives attempting to crawl back into. This is the most beautiful few square inches in our universe... this is what every woman should be constantly exposing."
"All of this pussy-love talk is fine, dear Curtis, but some of us have papers to sign!"
Curtis bowed his head to Zelda.
"I get... carried away by all of this beauty... still, after all of these years, undressing them, handling them, fingering each of their pretty holes. The looks I get: eyes wide, mouths hanging open at my boldness... I cannot get enough of that; I live for those tender looks."
He looked into my eyes as he suddenly pushed his fingers even deeper into me. I gasped and said something like "Oh! Oop!"
"Did you just say 'oh oop'?"
I nodded.
"She is fucking adorable! I envy you Dennis: three months of training this sweet thing's naked body to respond to your every whim, your most wicked desires."
"Why don't you retire?" Dennis questioned. "Lease every sweet naked girl you want--multiple girls--have some dirty fun in your old age!"
He shook his head sadly as he pulled his fingers out of me. He licked them, slowly.
"Oh no; I would fall so much in love with every single one of them, just as you've fallen so deeply for this one."
Dennis turned away.
"Your tell is... you lose that 'ugly American' persona that you so effortlessly put on. You love this one. So: go ahead and love her!"
Curtis went back to his chair and sat down.
Denise took a short pile of papers and passed them around in the ensuing silence.
"This--naked angel Lori--is our standard agreement. You acknowledge that you are the leased, unclothed property of Dennis L., from three months starting tomorrow. In addition" (another set of papers) "Dennis L. is subleasing your unclothed body, no more than once every seven days, and for no more than eight hours, to Zelda A."
"I will take you away from sleeping with the other naked pixies for just one night. I will teach you special lessons. You will hold me naked all night, and, whenever we awaken together, you will demonstrate what you have learned for me--and with me and to me."
I just laid myself back, smiling at Zelda.
"I can't wait. I'm already so happy that I can be right here, naked in front of everyone; I just can't wait to make everyone as happy as I am, with my body... my naked body."
I passed all the papers along. My Dennis leaning over me as we signed, squeezing a breast, kissing a shoulder, or casually brushing my furry pubic hedges every time. And I was leaning back into him, nuzzling into his warmth, into his powerful masculine scent and presence.
Denise took a third set of papers in hand.
"These are the specific rules and regulations re your naked servitude on Dennis's estate. Dennis: why don't you sit down--blue chairs are for boys, by the way--and explain to Miss Lori some of your unique rules."
My Dennis plopped down to my left. He immediately ran his right hand from my left foot on the chair pedal--tickling my toes--on up to my thigh above my knee.
"Oh my dear girl:" he whispered, "what have you done to me? You're my sweet naked angel, and I doubt that I can wait until your delivery tomorrow!"
"Maybe we won't have to wait!" I whispered back.
His eyes widened. He blinked.
"Uhhh... as to your special restrictions." He squeezed my left thigh. "Of course: no clothing of any kind; not even shoes or flip-flops or hiking shoes or sneakers when you go on nature walks. Minimal jewelry is awarded to pixies who have shown exemplary behavior. Pixies who play nicely with guests and staff: nicely sucking, nicely stroking, and always presenting their pert bottoms for everything from love taps to their use as fleshy bongos--you will be loved, and rewarded.
All my pixie's performances are reviewed every day, for sexual availability, naked playfulness, and bodily creativity. Good performances, as I said, are rewarded; poor performances--and your rear ports of entry will be publicly proclaimed as open to all.
You'll all sleep naked together in a huge, custom bed. No sheets or blankets are allowed: use the warmth of another girl's body.
Morning showers are closely monitored by staff. No towels are provided; instead, pixie-sized hot air vents will dry off each pink or brown or olive wet little body.
You will be injected with a powerful contraceptive that actually resets your monthly cycles. My naked female doctor examines each pixie frequently. Your body temps are taken remotely each night, then you will bend over your bed for your temps to be taken anally, by a trained staff member.
Doc will personally fit each pixie with a 12-hour menstrual cup; she will insert and remove as needed. You'll wear a red star around your pretty neck during that time, indicating that your gooey center should be temporarily avoided."
"You must tell her about your vineyard; your precious winery!" Zelda proclaimed.
Dennis smiled as he gripped my hand even harder.
"It's too far away for my pixies to walk; the limo will deposit you all, giggling and nude, right outside the outbuildings. The young men rush up and slather you all over with sun screen. Twenty young men, so four or five clinging to each naked girl. They take you into the vineyard and show you the basics: looking for damaged vines, propping up weak points.
Everyone picnics on blankets by a bubbling brook. The girls who are ready, you take one or more eager young men by the hands as they lead you behind the trees and show you their love.
