A New Kind of Training

Jessie drove her Jeep to the training studio, also known as Mona’s house, with Kari beside her. They had started the morning a bit on edge, each trying not to hurt the other’s feelings while negotiating their living arrangements. It was all sparked by an innocent question from Kari. After breakfast, she asked, “Now that we’re…girlfriends, should we pick one of our bedrooms and move in together?”

Kari realized it was a potential hand-grenade of a question the moment it passed her lips. It was a momentous decision, they both realized. If either of them had a strong preference for her own room…would that mean she wasn’t really committed to being a couple, or that she wanted to be the dominant person in this relationship, or…what? Both their minds were awash with questions without answers.

They looked at each other, wanting to say something, but not knowing what. So they both stood there, silent but feeling compelled to say something, anything, but not something that would offend the other or commit to something she didn’t want to, and all the while not knowing exactly what it was she really wanted.

The awkward silence was ended by Jessie, pragmatic as ever. She smiled and said, “Let’s just leave it as is for now, okay?”

Kari relaxed and replied, “Yes.”

Jessie stepped up to her and pulled her close. “Now, you know you’re always welcome in my bedroom, and I know I am in yours, right?” Kari nodded. Jessie kissed her cheek and continued, “So if you ever want to make love, or if you just don’t want to sleep alone, you can always come to me and say, ‘Stay with me tonight,’ and then we’ll decide where, okay?”

Kari smiled her assent and they kissed.

Later, the jeep pulled up to what looked like a storefront. It had been a clothing store owned by Mona’s grandfather. He left it to her in his will; she renovated it and turned it into a training studio.

Kari and Jessie entered through a heavy wooden door. On their left was a large open room filled with weightlifting equipment, with the far wall covered with a floor to ceiling mirror. On the right there were two rooms, one Mona’s office, and the other a media room, with an HD TV mounted on the wall and a few computers that they used mostly for reviewing videos of Kari and her competitors surfing.

Mona heard them enter and yelled to them from that room, “Hey girls, I’m in here.” They joined her. She motioned to the TV, where a video of Ashley from the tournament was playing. She said, “I just got the tournament videos from the League.”

Kari watched closely, until Mona interrupted her.

“Kari, have a seat. There’s something we need to discuss.”

Kari sat on the couch, wondering what it could be. Mona continued, “When you’re surfing naked, you are unbeatable. But I know the nudity all the other times is really difficult for you. Now that you’ve committed to surfing nude for the season, we have to get you more at ease being naked.

“So as part of your training, I want you to be naked when you’re here or at home.”

Kari was speechless. She finally was able to dress and not be on public display, and now Mona wanted to take that away from her? There was no way she could do that.

Kari pouted. “Do I have to? I’ll be naked so often at the tournaments already.”

“No, I’m sorry. It’s too important. You need to get to the point where being the only one naked in a crowd feels normal to you.” She turned to Jessie, “To that end, Jessie, I’m going to ask you to go back to your apartment and gather all of Kari’s clothes. Bring them here; I’ve got a storeroom in the back. We’re going to lock them in there and you will keep the key.”

Kari panicked at the thought of having no control over her clothes, and being so far away from them when she was at home. “But what if I have to go out?”

“You and Jessie can swing by here and she’ll get you an outfit. Now, do you still have that medium-length trench coat I gave you?”

“Yes.”

“Great. You can wear that between home and here.” The thought of wearing just the coat with nothing under it in public made her feel dirty, like a flasher, but also turned her on.

Mona asked Jessie, “You don’t mind the extra tasks, do you?”

She smiled and said, “Anything to help Kari.”

Kari was trying to keep calm, but the panic showed in her eyes. “What if we have visitors?

Mona looked at her stonily and said, “I expect you to stay naked. Tell them it’s part of your training.” She saw Kari’s eyes get wide as she blushed. “It’s the point of this whole exercise — to get you at ease being the only one naked.

“Now, before Jessie leaves, you can start this part of your training now — take off your clothes so she can put them in the storeroom.”

Kari grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and paused, not believing she was going to have to do this. She hadn’t worn a bra since the tournament, and her nipples poked forward, betraying that the prospect of getting naked again was arousing her. Mona impatiently said, “I’m serious. Strip.”

Kari knew from her tone that this wasn’t negotiable, so she grudgingly pulled it over her head. Her areolas puckered and nipples stuck out further as she dropped the shirt. She had to work up her nerve, but she made herself hook her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. She decided it would be easier just to get it over with, so she pulled off her panties and shorts in one quick move.

She asked, “Can I at least keep my sandals?”

Mona said “Of course,” as she handed Jessie a key, who then gathered the pile of clothes up and carried them into the back. When she returned, she stopped to give Kari a kiss. She whispered in her ear, “Kari, darling, have I ever told you you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?”

Kari’s cheeks flushed as they kissed again. As Jessie left, she noticed she had a twinkle in her eye.

Kari glanced up at the TV, which was now showing a video of her at the tournament. She blushed all over again as she watched her naked image. The video was sharp and showed every part of her in detail. The feeling of surfing nude was wonderful and natural, but, since her experience at Napalei, she hadn’t thought of how she looked to the spectators until now. Imagining them all getting this view of her made her feel uneasy at first. Then she noticed her skin feeling flushed and her pussy getting wetter, and hated to admit that it was turning her on even more.

She assumed the videos of her would be censored, but these weren’t. She remembered this ride and watched, hoping the exposure wouldn’t be too bad. However, right as she did a cutback, she could see her knees spread wide and her naked pussy flashing directly at the camera, as her breasts bounced wildly back and forth from her movement.

She realized that all the participants of the tournament could request these, and most of the serious contenders did. She worried that they were going to show up on the internet and wondered how she could keep that from happening.

She asked, worriedly, “Mona, how can we make sure this doesn’t end up on-line?”

“Well, the League owns the copyright to these, so I can ask them to keep an eye out and send a take-down request if they see them. But remember, you were in a public place and could have been recorded by just about anyone.” She saw a flash of panic in Kari’s eyes, and continued apologetically, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’re going to be able to keep your nude photos and videos off the Net.”

Kari sighed as her heart sank. It felt like she was losing control of her life, right when she was professionally at her peak. She wandered out of the media room, toward the free weights bench. She hoped a hard workout would take her mind off her situation, until she looked at the mirrored wall and saw herself nude. She turned her back on it and kept from glancing that way as she exercised.

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At their apartment, Jessie was looking at Kari’s clothes. She was secretly thrilled to know her beautiful new girlfriend was going to be spending most of her time nude. She knew Mona was working her magic again, forcing Kari down the hard path. She actually agreed with Mona’s reasoning, that her near-constant nudity would desensitize her to it eventually. Still, she knew it was going to be difficult for Kari, and she wanted to support her.

She muttered to herself, “I know Kari. If she has to be naked most of the time, she’ll overcompensate when she can get dressed and pile on the layers. And it will just make it that much harder to strip off the next time. I think I know how I can help her.”

She divided the clothes into two piles, one that she would pack into suitcases, and the other that she would donate to a church charity. She opened a drawer filled with bras and panties, scooped them all up, and threw them in the second pile. “Sorry darling, from here on out, you’re going commando.” Her microbikini went into the first pile, but a couple old one-piece swimsuits went into the second. While she was at it, she decided that anything too modest would have to go as well, so her jeans and slacks, and any long-sleeved blouses also went into the donation pile. By the time she was finished, she had two rolling suitcases of clothes, and two large trashbags full of donations.

On the way back to the training facility, she stopped by the church charity store and dropped off the bags.

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The next day at the studio, Kari was working out naked. She had hated the ride over in just her coat; it was medium length for Mona, but on Kari it ended an inch above mid-thigh. If she ever had to sit down while wearing it, she’d have to be careful not to flash anyone.

She had her left knee and hand on a weight bench as she did a few reps with a dumbbell in her right hand. Doing it without a sports bra let her breasts hang and move freely, and she still hadn’t gotten used to it. She looked at Jessie on the treadmill in yoga pants and a sports bra and was envious of her clothing.

Mona rushed out of her office and over to them. She smiled a wide grin and told them, “I just got off the phone with Janine at Bronzée Solaire. They offered us the use of one of their jets to get to the surf tournament at Manly Beach in Sydney this weekend!”

Jessie and Kari looked at each other amazed. Any surfer with any sense knew that Australia was a paradise for surfers. But getting to a tournament in Australia was prohibitively expensive. It always something they could only dream about but not ever hope to do. Now, thanks to their sponsors, it was coming true.

A couple days later, they were at the training studio, getting out suitcases to pack for their trip. There was a knock on the door. Mona said to Kari, “That’s probably someone from Bronzée Solaire. Why don’t you answer that?”

Kari reluctantly went to the door. She hesitated. ‘What if this is just some random visitor, lost and wanting directions?‘ Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to open the door. She saw Janine, a surprised but approving look spreading over her face. Janine said, “Well, look at you! Answering the door naked.”

Kari blushed and rolled her eyes as she let her in. “This is part of my training. I’m naked most of the time now, so at my tournaments it won’t bother me so much.”

“Charles will be happy to hear that. Now, are you all ready to go?”

Jessie said, “We just need to pack Kari’s clothes.”

Janine said, “Oh, that won’t be necessary. We contacted your friend David from Hawaii. He supplied us with more of the traditional Hawaiian outfits for you to wear when you’re not at the tournament. They’re already waiting for you in Sydney. They were such a hit last time.”

Kari was caught off-guard by the news, and shivered at the thought of going around another crowded city topless. Once she gathered her wits, she said to Jessie, “I guess I just need an outfit to travel in, then.”

Janine saw Kari’s trench coat laying next to the suitcases. She pointed to it and said, “That’s all you’ll need,” and picked it up.

Kari asked nervously, “But what about the flight?”

Janine said, “Don’t worry. We’re taking a company jet from our private airport. You’ll just need the coat to go through customs.”

Kari said, “I meant, what do I wear during the flight?”

Janine answered, “Monsieur Boulanger has business in Sydney and will accompany you. He’d like to get some shots and video of you flying to the tournament, so it’s basically a promotional event. You’ll need to be naked.”

Kari frowned but let Janine slip the coat on her. She was starting to notice a trend that she didn’t like — her sponsors, as generous as they were, were always finding new ways to keep her naked longer than she wanted. Between them and Mona’s new training, she dreaded where it might be headed.

The four women slipped into the limousine outside of the studio and they started off. Janine served them all hot coffee and danish as they headed north toward L.A.

A few hours later, they pulled onto the tarmac at a private airport and parked beside a large jet. As Janine opened the door and Kari stepped out, a film crew approached. The director said, “Ms. Kaimana, could we get some footage of you getting out of the limo naked?”

Janine said excitedly, “That would be great. Here, I’ll hold your coat.”

Kari slowly undid the belt and unbuttoned her coat. She felt the flush of embarrassment and arousal return, knowing she was going to strip in public again, in front of strangers who were filming it. Janine could sense her uneasiness and stepped behind her and slipped the coat off.

Kari whispered, “Are they trying to make it look like I go everywhere nude?”

Janine smiled as she opened the door and told her, “Not exactly, but I think your fans will love seeing you emerging from the limo already naked. It’ll be unexpected & hot. Now, remember to smile as you step out.”

As the door closed, she shuddered at the reminder that thousands of people might see yet another film of her nude. Janine stepped out of the picture while the limousine driver approached and opened the door. Kari swung her legs out and the driver offered her his gloved hand. She took it and stepped out. The director whispered, “Oh, the contrast of the dressed chauffeur and a beautiful naked woman is perfect.”

Kari gave them what she hoped looked like a strong, confident smile as she passed. They followed her to the boarding ramp, and she worried about the view they were getting as she was going up. She noticed another cameraman at the top of the ramp so she kept up her smile as she entered the plane.

After her eyes adjusted to the light inside, she saw Monsieur Boulanger stand and approach. He took her hand and leaned in to kiss her on both cheeks. He motioned to a luxurious leather seat across the aisle from his, draped with a towel. “Please, Ms. Kaimana, have a seat.”

As Mona and Jessie entered, he greeted them by name in the same gracious way. Kari was grateful for his charm. It put her at ease. He was one of very few men who maintained eye contact with her when she was nude.

Soon they were in the air. Boulanger showed them how to unlock their seats so they could swivel around and chat. Their chairs formed a small circle, and the cozy set-up made them all relax. He talked to each of the women equally, not just Kari, and seemed genuinely interested in what they had to say. Kari soon forgot she was the only one nude, until she saw the two people from the film crew in back. She wasn’t sure if they were filming or not, but it still made her uncomfortably conscious of her nudity again.

After an hour, he stood. “If you’ll pardon me, I need to retire to my office in the back. I have a lot of things to do in 3 different time-zones before we land. Now this is a 15-hour flight, so in the very back there are some bunks when you want to sleep.”

Mona hooked her laptop to an HD TV mounted on the wall, and they watched more of the tournament videos. Jessie watched enrapt as Kari’s videos played and wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked. She could sense that Kari was upset by it, though, so she squeezed Kari’s hand and stayed quiet.

A few hours later, a woman wearing a black and white maid’s outfit emerged from the back, pushing a cart. She said with a French accent, “Dinner is served,” as she gestured to a small glass table with 4 chairs. They sat and were given a choice of steak or salmon, served along with a medley of sauteed vegetables and a glass of red wine. The server said, “I’m afraid Monsieur Boulanger will not be able to join you for dinner. He’s a very busy man.”

After dinner, they went back to reviewing the tournament videos. Eventually they tired and trundled off to the bunks.

The next morning they were awakened by the French maid, who told them breakfast was about to be served. As they ate, Boulanger emerged from the back, slipping on his suit jacket. He took a cup of coffee from the maid and then said, “Mireille, could you help me with my tie?”

As she was tying it, Boulanger said to Kari’s crew, “There will be a car waiting for you to take you to your hotel in downtown Sydney. I have business to attend to, but I would like to take you all to dinner tonight.”

Soon they were buckled into their seats and on the descent into Sydney.