Halloween Surprises – Part 1

Breakfast

Emi got down on her knees and started folding the futon while she waited for Ben to return with breakfast. She thought about last night with Ben and then looked up, noting that the dangling string was still there. She sat down on the stacked futon, relieved that the tape was still covering the security camera.

She felt the coarse texture of the futon with her hands and her bare ass. The futon was better than sleeping on a hard floor, but it was rough and not sanitary. Especially considering she was naked and had slept with Ben. If she had to sleep here five more nights, then she needed a clean sheet.

Five more nights… the thought was disturbing. A wave of fear swelled in her chest as she picked up the futon and threw it into the closet. Determined to not let this escalate any further, she sat down on the futon holding her head, racking her brain for answers. This situation was all because of her poor people skills. If she had not let Becca talk her into cleaning the beach, then she wouldn’t have been photographed and there would be no scandal threatening the resort. She also realized the mistake of telling Ho that she was going to get Su-Ning to fire her. Yes, being forced to fix the server ‘naked’ was way over the line, but Ho and Su-Ning were practically family and threatening to tear them apart was just throwing gas on the fire. Yes, Ho punished her with no clothing for a year, but in reality, Su-Ning will fix that shortly. She just needed to lie low and avoid people for a week.

Looking around, she saw the closet could be a great place to hide out during the party. The folded futon was comfortable to sit on. She leaned back on it until she was flat on her back. Her feet on the floor of the closet. This wasn’t so bad. She yawned, stretching up, feeling her head. Her hair felt messy, and she had to pee. She sat up, looking outside the closet she decided to make a run for the washroom before everyone arrived for work. Exiting the closet, she grabbed her face cloth and cracked the door to the hallway open. The coast was clear, and she half ran, half tippy-toed down the hall towards the stairs.

Taking the steps two at a time, she felt the texture of the stairs under her bare feet and noted her tits wobbled differently on the stairs. She was streaking an office building in the morning of a workday… and it was thrilling. It reminded her of experimenting at Lookout point.

The washroom on the second floor was across from an enormous office with an open door. Emi remembered the room where she had role played with Liz and Becca. It was mostly empty, but someone was sitting at a desk facing away from her – a man. She quickly darted into the female washroom.

Inside was a woman washing her hands. They surprised each other.

Emi’s smile melted. “Ah… hello.”

“Hi Emi. Nice to finally meet you,” said the woman. She was around Emi’s age, dressed in formal office wear with dark brown hair in a bun.

Emi stood there awkwardly. “Uh… finally met me?”

“Yes… Ruth sent out a company memo, telling everyone to be nice to you… or else,” she said, expressing that last part ominously.

“Sorry…” Emi said.

“That’s okay, you seem nice. I never met a real nudist before. I thought they rarely did this in public,” she said, drying her hands.

“I’m not…” Emi caught herself. “I’m not usually… I ahh.. had to fix the server and then um…”

“Then you decided to stay… for the party?”

“Hell no…” Emi blushed, trying hard to act like a proper Resort Ambassador and not cover herself. It was hard. She didn’t want to say too much. “You probably won’t see much of me. I won’t be here for long,” she added, hoping that saying the words out loud would help them come true.

“That’s too bad,” the woman said as she left the room.

Emi turned to the sink and looked at the mirror, taking in her whole nude form, seeing what that woman saw. Her nipples were hard, and her black runway was tidy. She touched herself and sniffed her hand, making sure there wasn’t a smell. Her hair was messy, but other than that she looked alright for a naked girl. She washed her hands and fixed her hair with her wet fingers. Then she quickly washed her cloth and scrubbed her face before deciding to get back downstairs before anyone else came. She managed to get back to the room unseen.

“Splendid news!” Ben said, returning from the cafeteria.

“Where’s the food?” Emi asked while putting her sunglasses up on the top of her head. It was still early, but she was starving and he had no food in his hands.

“I talked to the staff and let them know your situation,” he began.

“My situation? You mean… my naked situation?” She said, holding her arms out, daring him to look at her naughty bits.

He looked her over briefly. “Uhhh,” he said. “I didn’t say you were naked… but Ed said that it would honor them to serve the Resort Ambassador again. Apparently, you’ve ordered from there before?”

“Ahh… yes,” Emi admitted, looking awkward suddenly.

Ben looked confused. “What… you were naked?”

“Let’s not get into the details,” Emi said, wanting to forget that particular lunch meeting in Ruth’s office. “You said that you had splendid news?”

“Yes. So they agreed to my suggestion to make us an early lunch BEFORE opening time,” he grinned proudly.

“Oh…” Emi said, not entirely knowing what he was getting at. “That’s good I guess.”

“Tong agreed and Ed is setting up a table as we speak,”

“What? I don’t want to eat up there,” Emi blurted.

“It will be fine. Apparently, you have already met Ed, and I told him to set the table closest to the stairwell,” Ben explained.

“Can’t we just eat down here?”

“We could, but they went to all that effort… and get this… it’s all on the house! Ruth told Tong you are not to be charged,” he said, smiling.

“Oh… yes, that’s good…” Emi agreed, not wanting to go up there, regardless.

“Let’s go!” Ben said, grabbing Emi’s hand and dragging her along to the stairwell. “It’s perfect. Nobody is up there. It’s a half-hour before opening, and the longer we delay, the more chance others will come.”

Reluctantly, Emi let Ben pull her along. It wasn’t actually empty of people. The kitchen staff was there. But she was glad that it was free and didn’t want to offend the staff. Still, her legs didn’t seem to want to go up the stairs.

Ben stopped pulling and stepped behind her on the stairs and pushed her back.

Gradually Emi started moving again, but she made it hard on him by making herself heavy. She was starting to have fun making him work for it.

Ben struggled as Emi got harder and harder to push. He slapped her ass.

Emi gasped, looking back with an open mouth.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

“That’s right!” Emi said, rubbing her ass in exaggerated mock pain. But she failed to hide her smile.

“Yes… I agree… because PINCHING a bare bum is much more effective!” he said, bringing his right hand up quickly.

Emi yelped and ran up the stairs, giggling.

Ben chased up after her.

She burst through the door and stopped suddenly, surprised. They had set a table for two and it had a candle burning in the middle with placemats. It almost looked romantic. There were two hot coffees, but no plates of food. Not a person was in sight.

“Sorry for being pushy, but I wanted to do this right,” he explained. “I asked Ed to stay behind the counter this morning… until you got used to eating up here. So you have NOTHING to worry about,” he added, proudly.

Emi glanced around and settled into her seat. She sat up elegantly and looked at Ben. “You may sit down now,” she welcomed him with a grand wave of her arm.

“Yes… your majesty!” He laughed, but then he got back up when he heard the order ring and headed over to the kitchen counter and picked up their breakfast.

Emi watched him as he came back, wearing just his swim trunks. “You should probably head home and wear some clothes before the day starts,” she laughed, looking at his bare chest.

“You’re one to talk,” he shot back.

Emi grinned. As scary as this was, he was making it fun for her.

“But yeah, I need to also pick up my costume,” he agreed.

“What is it?”

“It’s lame. It was Liz’s idea.”

A clink-like sound in the kitchen caused Emi to jump, briefly losing her smile.

“You’re a jumpy one… for a pretend nudist,” he mocked.

Emi appreciated his humor as she watched the kitchen, the elevator, and the doorway beside her. Knowing that at any moment people could come into this public place where people were normally dressed, she decided to hurry up and get the hell out of here. “This is great coffee,” she said, slurping, trying to drink it as fast as she could.

“So here we are, eating in a public cafeteria… how does it feel?”

Emi didn’t like being reminded of her nudity, but it was a fair question. “Scary,” she said with a mouth full of toast.

“But you’re trained as a Resort Ambassador… isn’t it getting easier?”

“Well, yes… it is. When I’m inside a NUDIST RESORT surrounded by naked people and that’s normal, then yes… it gradually becomes tolerable. If you compare it to the day before opening, then yes, you could even use the word ‘easier’. But THIS…” she said, taking a gulp of coffee after shoveling some egg in her mouth. “THIS is crazy… I’m miles away from the resort in an office building, naked. It’s not right.”

“But it’s sexy as hell,” he added, without smiling.

Emi could see that he was serious. She supposed that if she were in his shoes and someone trapped him naked in public, that… well… there would be some interest in seeing how he adjusts to that, but this wasn’t about him.

Ben set down his coffee. “I understand the reasoning about your decision to become a Resort Ambassador, and also how you got trapped here for a week. But why keep all this a secret? Ho is abusing her power. Wouldn’t it help to have more people on your side? Like Becca, she could probably help you at least wear clothing when you are off-site. This is sexy, but it’s also way over the line and I see it’s testing your sanity.”

“No, Becca and my team wouldn’t be of any help in this situation. Ho holds all the cards. If I piss her off in the slightest, she could legally have me stuck as a Resort Ambassador for another year. I’m not even sure Su-Ning has funds for another year. Ho’s hold over me is stupid, but it’s completely legal here in this strange little country. They designed the laws here to deal with hardened criminals. I’m just very unlucky. The smartest thing right now is to not let this escalate any further.”

“Yeah… but wouldn’t it still be easier to deal with if you had more people on your side? Knowing what you are going through.”

“In some ways, yes. I’ve thought about it. But in the end, it would just add risk and hassle. One of them might suddenly confront Ho, or just tease me. Becca would likely go ballistic.”

“I think you are underestimating your teammates.”

“Yeah, maybe… but they drink… they talk… they are not good with secrets. They all react differently to nudity. Plus I have the semi-respectful mantle of being a Resort Ambassador. I don’t want to shame or diminish that responsibility, it would hurt the resort and Su-Ning. I’ve caused enough damage… yeah.”

“Okay, but are you sure?”

“What do you think would happen, Ben? Hey everyone! I’m not really a Resort Ambassador. I’m just doing community service for a crime! Let’s all laugh at me because I desperately want to wear clothing but I’m not allowed to.”

“Hey… I didn’t mean…”

“It’s pretty simple Ben. I can be a victim or I can own this. Please don’t make this any harder on me. You promised to keep this to yourself.”

“Okay okay… but it hurts to see you being taken advantage of like this. It’s not right.”

“It’s not all bad. Sometimes it feels good to be thought of as brave and bold, being respected by the resort staff and helping Su-Ning achieve her dream. I like to tell myself if I just work really hard, maybe I can EARN that respect… not just for them, but also for myself. Remember, I’m also partially to blame here.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take your secret to the grave. And for the record, I don’t consider what you did on that beach as… criminal. It was just bad luck and you made the best of it by helping your friend by assuming a brave leadership position.”

“Thank you,” she said, taking his hand, wondering if she told him too much. Now he knew everything.

“I know that look. You wonder if you can trust me.”

“No, I’m… I just…”

“That’s fine… fair is fair… okay, ask me anything.”

Emi almost laughed. “Okay… tell me something deeply personal. Do you have any awkward humiliating secrets?”

“Like what? You mean like what ended my last relationship?”

“Oh, no… I don’t mean…”

“It’s fine.”

People’s relationships were their own business. It wasn’t right to pry. That was between the two of them, and it should stay that way. Still, she was curious now that he brought it up. “You don’t have to talk about that…. but… I want you to feel that you can tell me anything. So it’s your choice. Or you could just explain to me why you sometimes seem to enjoy my naked situation.”

“Ouch…” he said, taking a deep breath. “Okay…” He hesitated, taking another bite of his food.

Emi also ate, waiting patiently for him to level the playing field.

“Jewels… was umm…. more experienced than I was with um… life. She was always pushing for… shall we say… risky thrills and one day she finally gave up on my conservative resistance,” he said, looking down in shame.

“Oh…” Emi said, surprised at what he had said. “You’re conservative?” What he said made sense considering her previous perception of him, but it didn’t reflect her impressions of the man she’d slept with.

“Not anymore… I’m not,” he said, but his voice didn’t sound entirely confident.

Emi looked into Ben’s eyes, realizing that he was having his own struggles as well. She appreciated his confession. “Well yesterday, you knocked my socks off. I mean, if I had been wearing socks they would have shot… right off,” she added, smiling warmly. “You must be a changed man.”

He nodded awkwardly, taking another bite. Emi knew that was hard for him to admit, and she appreciated him for sharing this information. She sensed that she might be benefiting from his previous relationship trauma, but such was the process of life she mused. “Okay, back to me…” she said, changing the subject to something less awkward. “Why is my naked situation a turn-on?” She said, hoping to make him laugh and tease him at the same time.

He watched her carefully, looking somewhat confused.

She tried to resist smiling, knowing that she was fishing for sexy compliments.

“I know this is hard for you Emi… it’s obviously tearing you apart inside. But from what you have told me, based upon explorations at Lookout Point and what you think of Becca, you seem to have at least a mild interest in this direction. The only problem is this is all happening too fast for you to adjust.”

Emi blinked a few times, taking in what he just said. “Yeah, no… I do not intend to ‘adjust’ to this. The plan is to lay-low in the basement, in the far desk, away from prying eyes, for the rest of the week and then get back to the resort. I just have to survive his week and avoid getting photographed.” She was expecting compliments, but instead, he touched a nerve. “What is your costume?” she said, changing the subject again.

“It’s so lame. I want to wear something else, but I don’t want to hurt Liz’s feelings. I’m the ‘Dog whisperer’,” he laughed. “Just because I watch that show doesn’t mean I want to be the guy. She got me this lame t-shirt with his face on the front. On the back it says. Dog whisperer.”

“So I take it there is a show about a guy that…”

“He helps dogs with behavior problems. It’s really good actually.”

Emi laughed. “I’m sure it’s not that bad. Who cares about costumes anyway. It’s all about social interaction. So that’s it? Just a t-shirt? Do you have glasses, or a wig… a mustache?”

“No,” he laughed. “None of that… but she also got me a dog leash and a collar,” he admitted. “I’m supposed to wear them on my belt.”

Emi raised her eyebrows.

“Don’t worry… it’s just a prop, for dogs, not naked mailgirls,” he grinned.

Emi squinted her eyes.

“It’s just a prop…” his confidence and grin were fading.

“I’m just kidding. Wear your full costume,” she laughed.

“Okay.”

She liked him better when he was confident. “Thank you for last night,” she said, looking down.

“Last night?”

“You were amazing. I’ve never been so um… captivated and uhh… into that kind of stuff,” she dared to say.

“Really?” He asked. “What part exactly?”

Emi smiled. Now HE was fishing for compliments. On a whim, she decided to just be bold and tell him. “When you… kind of… ahh… just took me?”

“You mean… when I went down on you in the shower?”

Emi blushed, saying nothing, but shyly giving him body language signals that he was warm.

“When I picked you up suddenly and boldly carried your naked wet body with one hand on your ass and your pussy grinding into my shoulder?” He said with a low confident voice.

Emi shuddered, looking at him in surprise. She felt her nipples tighten. That voice, those words… they reverberated through her body in an unexpected manner.

“Oh my god…” he laughed. “You like being manhandled?”

“No… I mean…”

Ben grinned. “I love it. The possibilities…” he said looking up, stroking his chin in wonderment.

Emi pressed her lips together in annoyance, trying to force her embarrassment away.

“What about later in bed?”

“It was good, but normal… I mean…”

“But normal?” he asked, enjoying himself entirely too much. “So it’s suddenly grabbing you and having my way with you that gets you going?”

“You’re an idiot.”

“You like being manhandled by an idiot?”

“Just forget I said anything!”

“Especially, while you’re naked and in public?”

“Stop it.”

“Did you want me to do something right now?”

“Yeah, right.” It was one thing in the night, but this is daytime in a public building. “You don’t have the balls.” She looked away, putting her hands behind her head, stretching out her morning kinks, causing her tits to jut out.

He got up from his seat and walked around the table towards her.

This surprised Emi and she stood up, turning to face him. She glanced around the room to make sure they were still alone. What was he going to do? She decided this wasn’t the place to mess around and put her hands on her hips, projecting a strong confident look.

His stride didn’t break and he came right at her with a confident swagger.

She puffed her chest. He wouldn’t dare, especially not here.

He put his hand behind her head, and pulled her to him, tasting her lips.

Emi was stunned as he ravished her mouth as if he owned her.

She shuddered as his other hand moved down the side of her body, over her mons, and slipped across her slit.

Emi gasped, in shock. She fought the conflicting feelings of being turned on and also of wanting to berate him for doing this here, but she hesitated. “What are you doing?” She asked while he continued to kiss her face.

“Checking,” he replied.

“Checking what?” she gasped, pulling free of his grasp.

He let her go and put his finger into his mouth. “Yep… just as I thought.”

“What?” Emi asked, flabbergasted.

He walked back to his side of the table smiling.

“That doesn’t mean anything!” she yelled.

He grinned. “What doesn’t mean anything?”

“What you think you know!” She laughed. She really should be angry at him about that behavior. Now her libido was going nuts. He was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde!

He sat down. “So about your aversion to the party tonight…”

That did it. The spell was broken. He overplayed his hand and lost his power. She tried to mask her disappointment. “What about it? I’m not going. Never planned to go. You can go. Everyone can go. Just not me. No Halloween party for me!” she said, speaking a little more forcefully than she had wanted to.

He winced.

The door beside Emi opened and in walked Sam followed by Becca and Hannah. Sam burped. “Whatcha mean you’re not going? It’s the perfect opportunity to show off your nipple set,” Sam groaned, making a zombie face.

Emi looked at the knife through Sam’s head. Her face was grey with green blotches. It wasn’t a bad zombie costume. “My nipple set?”

“Yes, of course. Your set of unusually hard nipples just above your hairy little puss. What did you think I was talking about? Since you want everyone to see them, why on earth would you miss the party? Doesn’t make sense.”

“Hi Becca, hi Hannah,” Emi said, ignoring Sam’s comment. Becca was dressed as an over-the-top rockstar, with sparkly star-shaped sunglasses propped up on her head. Hannah was a fairy, but dressed like a sexy ballerina, with thin transparent wings on her back and two little insect-like antennae on her head. Most of her ass was showing.

Becca started to unroll a newspaper. “Hey Emi… Ruth said that you might be going to the party as a…” She plopped the paper in front of Emi dramatically. The front page said. “Mailgirl!”

Emi looked at the page in shock. It was a new image of her pulling the rickshaw, with various arrows on the page pointing to her nines. She noticed in dread that the pixelation was smaller in area and a bit more see-through than yesterday. They were obviously sensationalizing this fake story. Below the article, they excitedly went into details about how they figured out the big secret. And that likely the story behind this was a book on Amazon called, ‘Confessions of a Mailgirl’.

“It’s spreading too,” Becca said. “It’s even big news on the surrounding islands.”

Sam moved her face close to the paper, carefully examining pixelation over Emi’s pussy with her fingers. “You can totally see that she prefers a trimmed runway.”

“This is getting out of hand,” Emi said, as the depths of what happened started to sink in.

“It sure the hell is,” Sam agreed, still looking down at her picture. “Soon, this could be an entire jungle!”

Hannah laughed. “We should celebrate the free advertising for the resort,” the French blonde responded, pulling out her black marker and popping off the lid.

Emi got up and took a step back. “I’m not going to the party Hannah, you can put that away,” she didn’t understand why they weren’t taking this more seriously. The scandal was growing and the resort’s future was on the line. Most disturbingly, it was her naked body at the center of all this. And worse, the fake news was making it look like she was… a mailgirl? What is wrong with these people! There is no such thing as mailgirls!

“Oh come on Emi, the whole island has already seen you,” Hannah insisted.

“They have not, it’s pixelated!”

“Yes, but less so than yesterday,” she countered.

Emi hated that Hannah confirmed what she already knew. Was the newspaper planning on exposing her completely? “I’m done here. Thanks for breakfast Ben,” Emi added with a brief lock of their eyes.

Ben nodded, watching her closely. He had transformed back to his normal mild-mannered self.

Emi noticed Becca’s body language had changed. She had a smug smile after watching Ben. Nothing got past that woman. She probably suspected that she and Ben were sleeping together.

Hannah put the lid back on the felt pin. “Okay, but it’s your loss Emi.”

“Look, I have to go,” Emi said, as she walked to the stairwell. Glancing back as she shut the door, Emi saw that nobody had moved a muscle. They just silently watched her leave.