There were a couple of requests for a sequel to
Miss Casey
, and though I initially thought it was a one-off story, ideas kept popping into my head whenever I tried to write anything else.
Many thanks to
TheNyxianLily
for editing this story too.
It was strange to be wearing clothes again. Miss Casey had kept Anna naked for several months, the happiest of Anna's life. However, you can't live in the same building forever, and one day, Miss Casey decided to drive Anna into the nearby town of Tarnstead. She'd picked out a conservative white blouse and knee-length grey skirt for Anna to wear, along with her trainers. There was no underwear, though Miss Casey wore some herself under her floral dress.
They'd gone out for a check-up at the dentist. The good news was Anna's teeth were perfect. The even better news was that Miss Casey had decided they should take a stroll around the town, along with lunch in a cafe. Anna had never been on a date, and this was the closest she'd come. OK, it had begun with a dentist visit, but still, it was a romantic day. Miss Casey took her down cobbled streets and through lazy parks, while the waxing spring sun dappled their way.
They couldn't be a couple out of the house. But they passed for mother and daughter, so they received no attention. Anna felt their age difference the most when Miss Casey asked her about the young people hanging around with brightly coloured hair. She explained that the ones with the spiky hair were punks, and the ones dressed as though from a prior century were New Romantics. Shaking her head, Miss Casey told her that Anna would rarely wear make-up; she preferred the natural look, and Anna had the beauty to pull it off.
In a bookshop, Miss Casey bought her a paperback called
Ghosts, Hauntings and the Unexplained
. Anna had developed a fascination with the supernatural since discovering their home was haunted. Next, Miss Casey decided to visit an up-market department store, and led the way to the womenswear section.
"This shop is terrible! The clothes are overpriced and rubbish!" So saying, a portly woman stormed out of the shop. A nearby shop assistant sighed; it appeared she'd done her best to help the customer, only to be abused. Anna noticed Miss Casey staring at the beautiful blonde girl for a moment before heading over to her.
"That can't be much fun," Miss Casey said to the girl.
Turning, the girl, whose name tag read 'Daisy', said, "Oh, yes, it's a bit disappointing when we can't please the customers. Can I help you with anything, ma'am?"
Miss Casey smiled. "Please don't call me ma'am; it makes me sound so old. And yes, I think you can help me. I'm looking for a gift for an old friend."
Daisy brightened up. "What were you looking for?"
"She's going to be turning forty soon, so I need something
very
special. I'd like something that delights her."
"Delight, huh? Well, we've had some new dresses come in this week. Perhaps we should start with those?"
"By all means. But I'm curious: are you a natural blonde? My friend Anna and I were disagreeing about that before we came over."
Anna blushed and noticed Daisy had the same reaction. "Uh, yeah. But I don't see what that has to do with the dresses."
Miss Casey laughed. "You see, Anna, I told you so. But please, Daisy, show me your stock."
The two looked at the dresses and many other items of clothing. But nothing Daisy suggested seemed to quite be what Miss Casey was looking for. Miss Casey picked out a lime green tracksuit for Anna instead, remarking that Anna had decided to take up jogging. That was the first Anna had heard of it.
Looking up, Daisy admitted defeat. "I'm afraid that's all we have. We should have some new stock in next week, or I could order something for you. I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help."
A hint of a smile played at the corners of Miss Casey's mouth, though Anna wasn't sure what was so amusing. "That's quite alright. You've tried your best. I know this is your job, but I sense you enjoy serving people and making them happy."
Judging from Daisy's face, that was an unexpected comment, but the smile said it was welcome. "I do. I know it's just clothes, but there's something about making people happy that fills me with a sense of accomplishment."
Miss Casey nodded, as though considering something. "You know, Anna is about your age. She's much the same; she loves making people happy, which is a great credit to her. I helped her find a position where she's very, very happy. She doesn't want for love or excitement, and she gets the satisfaction of pleasing others. Nobody ever gets to treat her like that nasty woman treated you. And she lives in much more comfortable conditions than I guess a shop girl does. Are you interested in a position like that?"
Anna guessed it all sounded too good to be true. Daisy said, "I don't know. I've got a steady job here, and I wouldn't want to do anything illegal."
Miss Casey fished a card out of her handbag. "It's all perfectly legal. Think it over, and if you're interested, call me on that number. You could discuss it with Anna sometime. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to rush you; this new position needs to be filled quickly."
On their way out, Miss Casey bought some hair dye, spending a long time choosing between some almost identical shades of blonde.
"Are you going to dye your hair, Miss Casey? I like it as it is. There are a few greys in there, but they barely show in the blonde, and they make you look distinguished."
Miss Casey stared at her for a moment. "I have no grey hairs. I won't have any grey hairs until I say I do. I hope I've made myself clear, but a spanking later will make things clearer to you."
With a nervous glance around, which earned her a disapproving look from a nearby curmudgeon, Anna said, "Sorry, Miss Casey." Presumably, she would be the one turning blonde soon.
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Three days later, Daisy called. Miss Casey was working the horses, so Anna was alone (and naked) when she took the call. Daisy was in tears because she'd lost her job and didn't know how to pay her rent, so she called Miss Casey out of desperation.
Anna checked the diary. Miss Casey was free that afternoon, but she'd still be wearing jodhpurs. She looked stunning and dominating in jodhpurs, even more than usual. Worried about Miss Casey's interest in Daisy, Anna suggested the following day instead.
The next day, Anna smiled to see Miss Casey wearing a skirt when she came down to breakfast. The two ate spicy omelettes that Anna had cooked. Curious, Anna asked what Miss Casey had picked for her to wear.
"I'm confused, little one. We're not going out, so why would I need to pick out anything for you?"
"Well, uh, we've got company, Miss Casey. Daisy is coming round."
A knowing smile lit up Miss Casey's face. "So?"
"Well, Miss Casey, she'll see me. Naked. Unless I dress."
Miss Casey nodded, and then the knocker on the front door boomed out. Rising to answer it, Miss Casey said, "You'd best stay out here in the kitchen."
Relieved, Anna waited, while murmuring voices came as the two women moved into one of the drawing rooms. She couldn't make out what they said. What was Miss Casey's interest in Daisy? It wasn't Anna's place to question it, or even ask. But Miss Casey was the only lover she'd ever had, and she couldn't avoid pangs of jealousy.
Miss Casey's raised voice came to her. "Anna, bring us some tea."
She had heard right, hadn't she? Miss Casey's order required her to enter the room with them. Naked. Pulse pumping, she boiled the kettle and arranged two cups on a tray, along with a plate of custard creams and bourbons. Perhaps she could dash upstairs and put on one of Miss Casey's nightdresses? But that would be to break one of her rules; Anna should be naked unless told otherwise. With the teapot filled, she carried the tray to the room, aware of every air current blowing on her bare flesh. She was proud to see her hands didn't shake.
When Anna entered the room, Daisy gasped. Miss Casey was used to being served by Anna naked, and she sat watching Daisy while Anna placed the tray on a small table, her breasts swinging down. Anna envied Daisy getting to wear her jeans and t-shirt.