— The Streak —
Emi followed Liz and Becca up the stairwell of the four-story marketing building. Every step that she took with her bare feet on the cool staircase felt explicitly naughty. Looking down at her naked body, she suddenly realized that she was actually living a fantasy – or a horror – depending upon what happened next. Her breathing quickened as she caught up with Liz and Becca. This was crazy!
Looking up, Emi saw the back of Becca’s nude body. Liz’s panty and bra clad body was a striking contrast. There was a big difference between being naked like she and Becca were compared to Liz in just her underwear.
Emi noticed that Becca did have an amazing body, as she followed the woman up the stairs. She felt embarrassed to see Becca from this angle and imagined Sam complaining – ‘I can’t un-see that!’ The thought almost brought a smile to her face but then she quickly looked behind herself, making sure nobody had a similar view of her own naked body.
Liz stopped before a door, holding the handle. “This is the second floor. It’s always empty at this time in the evening,” she said, entirely too loudly.
Becca looked excited. “This has always been a fantasy of mine,” she admitted, looking around nervously.
Emi was preoccupied with her own feelings of fear and excitement, but the comment pulled her out a little and she considered Becca. Usually she was confident, but that was always in a safe resort, where one was allowed to be naked. Here they were outside of the resort where anyone might see them. Was it even legal to be naked here? Suddenly she also started to lose confidence. “That was fun… but this is a bit crazy. Maybe we should go back now,” Emi suggested.
“Don’t worry,” Liz said, opening the door wide and stepping into the second-floor office area.
Emi and Becca moved back, hiding from whoever might be in the room.
Liz continued talking. “That’s just your common sense kicking in. It gets easier as you get further and further from your clothes,” she said, sounding annoyingly confident as she stood well into the room with her hands on her hips.
Easy for you to say, Emi thought, you are still wearing underwear!
Becca stepped in front of Emi, carefully looking into the room before she finally walked in and stood behind Liz.
Emi was still holding the door, using it to shield herself. But seeing the other two gave her some confidence. She felt a little silly being afraid of nothing so she entered, quietly closing the door behind her as quietly as she could. She heard it click.
Emi looked around the large office floor. There were well over 40 desks and a dozen cubicles near the far wall. It was a modern-looking office floor with a larger than normal printer and supply room near the door they had come in. Likely it was the stationary center of the entire building. With the exception of the cubicles along the far wall, each of the desks supported a large movable monitor and had a laptop docking bay. The computer chairs looked comfortable as well.
Becca folded her arms, looking like she was having second thoughts about all this. Emi could relate, she was also thinking to call it quits. This was very scary and would certainly be awkward if they were caught.
Liz put her arms around the two, surprising them. “A penny for your thoughts?”
Becca looked at Emi. “I can’t believe that you went this far. I’m actually ready to go back.”
Emi agreed, nodding.
“Nooo…. we just got here,” Liz complained, letting go of them and running forward to one of the desks to sit in it. She pretended to be working on an invisible computer. “Emi, Becca… I’m unsure about this function in my code. Can you take a look?”
Becca looked back at the door… and then smiled and strutted over to Liz, looking over her shoulder. Her breasts hung down as she examined the imaginary screen that Liz was looking at. “Oh, I see what you mean. Emi is really good with these types of problems.”
Emi rolled her eyes. Becca was a sucker for role-playing, she thought while looking carefully around for people and then up for security cameras before she tentatively walked deeper into the large room. She didn’t see any cameras and if Liz had been doing this for two years, someone would have said something by now. Likely there were no cameras. Deciding to get this over with, she quickly joined the two girls, looking down at the fake screen. “Yeah, you need to do this and that,” Emi said quickly, typing on the imaginary keyboard. “There, all done, we can go now.”
Liz looked up smiling. “Thanks Emi… oh btw, I’ve been meaning to ask… what’s with all the Nines?” She sat up in her chair, putting her arms behind her head. Her cute bra covered breasts stuck out while she looked up and down Emi’s body.
“You really don’t know?” Becca asked, standing back to look at Emi as well.
Emi didn’t like being the center of attention and folded her arms, ignoring Liz. “I think the running script is likely finished now, Becca. We have more work back at the resort,” she said, hoping to change the subject.
“It’s something to do with mailgirls, right?” Liz asked, looking from one nude woman to the other.
“Do you know what a mailgirl is?” Becca asked, looking around the office.
“Something to do with nudity and mail? It’s a story right?” Liz guessed.
“Yeah, actually there are multiple stories. It’s about nude delivery girls in an office environment,” Becca answered.
“Oh perfect! We are in an office now,” Liz blurted out.
Emi didn’t like how loud her voice was. “I’m not role-playing a mailgirl,” she said flatly. Her arms were still folded. “This isn’t my kink. It’s Becca’s and Hannah’s. They keep trying to drag me into these role-playing sessions.”
Becca nodded. “It’s true. I’m sorry about that Emi,” she said, looking down at their bare feet.
Emi appreciated the admission, especially in front of Liz. Usually her team was trying to make her look like SHE was the one into all this. It seemed like Sam and Hannah’s side hobby. Becca had been someone she could count on.
“We have to leave soon Liz, but just to satisfy your curiosity I’ll show you. I’ll be the mailgirl,” she said, with an exaggerated sigh. “Emi go sit in that chair over there.”
Emi didn’t like the delay, but she was glad at least she didn’t have to be the mailgirl. It was bad enough being marked up like one. She walked quickly to the chair and sat down, hoping to get this over with sooner rather than later.
“Alright. I’m going to do a quick demonstration, and then we can all go get dressed.”
Liz nodded enthusiastically, smiling.
“I’m going to go over there by the paper station and assume a waiting stance. You can order me to come and deliver a message to Emi.”
“But she’s right there…” Liz said, confused.
“Pretend that she’s on a different floor.”
“Oh okay.”
Becca kneeled down by the printer room, pretending to wait for her smartphone to beep.
“Okay… I sent a request for delivery,” Liz said, excitedly.
Emi watched with amusement, noting that Becca’s knees were completely closed. She appreciated that Becca had a limit to her role-playing, but still, why do it if you don’t do it right?
Becca looked at her watch and got up suddenly and ran over to Liz.
Emi carefully watched the two girls interacting. Becca looked down, but then looked into Liz’s eyes as Liz nodded. Again Becca wasn’t doing it right.
Becca then bowed politely to Liz, looked at her watch and then ran towards Emi.
Emi noted that Becca looked indeed like a mailgirl, running through the office like that, her breasts bouncing. Becca also made brief eye contact with her as she ran. Emi turned and looked at her pretend computer, waiting for her delivery. This whole thing was hilariously stupid. She decided to be quick so they could hurry up and go back and get dressed.
Becca arrived. “Delivery for you Ma’am,” she said, putting her hands behind her back, pretending to be breathing heavily.
Emi noticed that her breasts stuck out more than usual with her hands behind her back. Her nipples were standing out. She also noticed Becca catching her looking at her breasts. Becca had amusement in her eyes. That annoyed Emi, she wasn’t supposed to look at her eyes. “That’s one demerit for breach of protocol,” Emi said.
“Ma’am?” Becca asked, looking up briefly again.
“You know damn well you are never to look your superiors in the eye, mailgirl. Where is your number?” She asked, looking up and down Becca’s body.
“Ahh, sorry Ma’am, I didn’t have time,”
“You didn’t have time? Unbelievable. That’s another demerit,” Emi complained. “I guess I’ll have to call you… Zero,” she said in an exasperated tone. Emi stood up, looking strongly into Becca’s downturned eyes.
“I’m sorry Ma’am… it won’t happen again,” Becca said, sounding sincere.
Emi didn’t smile, even though this was more fun than she had expected. “I also saw that your waiting position wasn’t correct,” she said, curious about how Becca would react. “Demonstrate the proper waiting position Zero.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Becca said, quickly getting down on her knees with her hands behind her back. Her legs were closed tightly.
“Chin up, chest out, eyes down,” Emi barked, almost adding ‘open your legs’, but she couldn’t bring herself to do say it. “Is that the correct position?”
“Yes, Ma’am…” Becca insisted, sticking her tits out even further. She looked very submissive.
“Alright what is your message, Zero.”
“Ahh…. Liz said that it’s your turn next Ma’am,” Becca said timidly as if she was afraid of Emi’s reaction. Her eyes were angled properly down, looking at Emi’s feet.
“The hell… you tell Liz no problem. Right after she kisses my naked ass right on the crack,” Emi said, surprising herself at the vulgarity she coming out of her own mouth. She saw Becca smile briefly before getting back into character. “Off you go, Zero.”
Becca stood up and ran back to Liz. This time she kept her eyes down.
Emi watched carefully, glad that the incompetent mailgirl was finally doing it right. She saw Liz light up upon getting the message and laugh. Zero was nodding. It looked like Liz was sending another message. Emi snorted.
Becca ran back and got down on her knees, assuming the position again, wrongly, with her legs firmly closed. At least she didn’t make eye contact. “Message for you Ma’am,” she said, humbly.
“Spill it, Zero.”
“Ma’am… Liz agrees to your terms wholeheartedly and asks if you would like some tongue with that,” Zero said, almost smiling, but keeping her submissive tone and body language.
Emi grinned. “Absolutely!” she said, looking over to Liz. “You tell her to bring that dirty little tongue over here right now,” she said, laughing.
“Yes, Ma’am!” And with that Zero ran back and parleyed the message to Liz.
Liz laughed out loud and they both ran back to Emi.
Emi waited with her arms folded, a smirk on her face.
“Your turn next,” Liz said, looking at Emi in the eyes.
“No problem, right after you pay up,” Emi said, turning around and pointing her naked ass at Liz, confidently putting her hands on her hips.
Liz laughed. “Alright, you’re mistaken if you think you won’t be having a turn Nine. Let the record show that I offered you a chance to avoid my tongue,” she said, threateningly.
Emi heard her getting down behind her ass. There was no way Liz was going to do it.
“I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time,” Liz said, grabbing Emi’s hips firmly.
The touch surprised Emi, but she kept her cool. Liz was just trying to scare her, but Emi could feel her breath. She wouldn’t dare!
Zero chuckled and both girls turned suddenly, giving her a stern look. She looked down quickly.
Emi glanced over her shoulder at Liz who was wiggling her tongue close to her ass. She started to pull Emi’s ass towards her face.
Emi stepped forward, away from Liz and turned around.
“Chicken!” Liz said as she exaggeratedly fell forward into a pushup position.
“Like you were going to,” Emi said, downplaying her defeat in the showdown.
The three girls heard a sneeze coming from the furthest cubicle.
They quietly but suddenly scrambled behind a desk. Emi realized the futility of them trying to hide as they squatted down. Whoever was over there, if they came out, could probably see them under the desk. Some computer chairs gave them partial cover, but it wasn’t much. She turned her hips not wanting an awkward situation to be even more embarrassing.
A young man stood up and looked back towards the door. He was wearing a large set of headphones. “Yeah, come on in. The floor is empty today.”
Panicking, Emi realized that whoever he was… he didn’t hear them at least. But someone must be coming up the stairs. They couldn’t move because the guy was up and looking at the door, apparently waiting for someone to open it.
They couldn’t move, as in doing so would risk catching his eye. The view from the doorway wasn’t more dangerous, but it wasn’t better either. In a moment there would be two people. The chances of being caught were about to double.
“Yeah, the second floor. Come up the stairs. There’s no elevator.” said the man with the fancy headphones.
Emi realized that he was using the headphones to receive the call, which meant that the mike was on so they needed to stay extra quiet. Looking down at her body she shivered. It was one thing to be naked at a nude resort, this was an entirely different thing. Emi looked wide-eyed at Becca and she returned the same frightened look. Even Liz looked quite concerned. Despite all the previous bravado, none of them wanted to be caught.
A man and a woman entered. Followed quickly by another man carrying a stack of papers. There were now four of them!
“Hey…” the first fellow said, taking off his headphones. “Did you bring the reports?”
“Of course,” said the woman. She was tall and serious looking. The other two dressed as one might be at a nightclub. They all seemed to know each other very well and the first two walked out of sight into the cubicle, while the last guy stopped and stood with his back facing the girls. He seemed to be waiting for the others.
“It’s now or never,” Becca whispered. “Let’s get out of here.”
“No…” Liz whispered, looking horrified. “I know the guy. I’d die if he saw me like this.”
Emi pulled her face to face, shaking her head with a silent WTF expression, looking at her incredulously as she indicated her naked body and Becca’s.
“What?” Liz whispered. “You guys are Resort Ambassadors,” she said, as if it had some kind of special meaning.
“Jesus,” Becca lamented, under her breath. “I’m supposed to be the business representative of our team. This is going to be very awkward to explain.”
Emi felt bad for Becca, who was looking truly worried. Emi felt guilty for suggesting they go along with this.
“I could get fired for this,” Liz said quietly, equally worried. “Sarah is always looking for an excuse to get rid of people.”
Emi gritted her teeth, trying to build up her courage. She could take the fall and let the others escape, perhaps.
The printer fired up and started printing.
“Oh shit,” Becca and Liz said at the same time. “We are screwed,” Becca added, whispering.
Emi also realized that they were in deep trouble. Soon someone was going to go to the printer room. They were all about to get discovered. They needed to act fast, but someone was likely to come walking out at any moment so it was unwise to make a run for it now. They were indeed screwed. Emi decided that she had no choice. She had to save her friends.
“Is this even legal?” Liz said. “I might have been wrong about you guys being safe here. I mean, you are both completely naked.”
Suddenly Emi realized that she was right. She had to avoid legal trouble at all costs. She was already doing community service. She could be in a LOT of trouble if caught. She realized that she had the most to lose and her rescue plan fell apart, shattering into a million pieces. She felt the blood draining from her face.
“Are you okay Emi?” Liz said, looking concerned.
Becca also looked at her. “She looks like she’s going to throw up. This is not good,” she said, almost laughing at how things were quickly escalating way out of control.
“Oh my god…” Liz whispered, looking at Emi. “She’s shaking.”
Becca’s face hardened. “Alright, I’ll go distract them. When nobody is looking in this direction, try to quietly, but quickly, escape.” Becca started to stand but Liz grabbed her shoulder, keeping her down.
“Wait… I’ll do it…” Liz said, “I’ll tell them I spilled some drink on my clothes. And that I needed some printer paper while I was working alone. I didn’t expect to meet anyone…”
Emi felt like a coward. She wanted to be the one to save them even if it was terribly humiliating. But doing so, she could end up back in jail, or worse. There was no way she could get into legal trouble again. Her heartbeat accelerated and she felt faint.
“Cheers,” the group said from the far cubicle. They were all in there now and some music started. Nobody was visible from where the girls were.
Becca made an executive decision. “Let’s run for it… now,” she said, without waiting Becca ran quietly towards the stairwell door.
Liz and Emi quickly followed. There was no time to think. It was now or never. Maybe this was the best chance.
“What the hell!” Someone said out loud.
The words startled Emi so much that she almost tripped. They were almost at the door. Risking a glance back she saw there was still nobody in sight.
Someone yelled about a drink spilled on shoes, followed by some laughter.
Becca exited the door, holding it open while Liz and Emi passed though. Becca quickly but quietly shut it.
“What a rush!” Liz proclaimed, smiling like an idiot.
Becca looked at Emi, shaking her head, like as if to say – ‘what are we going to do with this one?’ But Becca also shared a look of relief and then broke out into a smile.
Emi couldn’t smile yet, but her sense of humor was returning. “I’m going to have to clear your demerits, Zero,” she said, finally smiling.
Becca and Liz were laughing quietly while Emi held her head in relief.
“Phew,” Liz said, agreeing with Emi’s body language.
Emi heard a noise somewhere in the stairwell and singled the girls to be quiet. It was the sound of a door opening.
They all heard the sound of a door shutting, followed by the sound of keys jiggling with each step.
“Oh crap,” Liz whispered. “It’s Bob. Shit, I don’t know if he’s above or below us,” she said, cocking her head sideways to hear better.
Everyone froze, trying to listen. He was getting closer but stepping slowly.
Emi moved to the stairs, taking a step down and then quickly came back up and ran upstairs quickly, signaling everyone to follow her. She was thankful the three of them were barefoot.
They climbed two floors quickly to the top floor and entered a large open area where half the floor was a cafeteria, thankfully empty. Emi saw that one big corner of the floor was the kitchen and there were three corner offices as well.
“We can go down the other stairwell, on the other side of the cafeteria,” Liz said, excitedly. “Follow me.”
Emi was relieved to hear that as she followed the two girls quickly across the large open area where there were a number of tables very similar to picnic tables in the center of the room. Halfway across Emi heard something coming from the kitchen. She froze, listening. It sounded like someone was washing dishes.
Liz stopped, signaling Becca to stop and pointed to the kitchen. “I have never seen anyone but Bob up here on the weekend,” she said, sounding confused.
Emi looked at her watch. It was almost 11 am and Bob would be arriving soon.
They quickly made it to the second stairwell leading down and Liz held the door open. Emi quickly entered and started down the stairs but then stopped, holding up her hand. They could all hear the sound of several people climbing the steps.
Emi frantically signaled to go back up. They exited the stairwell, heading back into the cafeteria while Becca held the door open.
“It must be that group on the second floor coming up for snacks,” Liz whispered. “Quick, let’s hide in a corner office until they leave,” she said, running back into the big room.
Emi noticed the big stairwell door swinging shut so she stayed behind to make sure it closed quietly. Looking back at the girls she saw that they had run clear across the room to the furthest corner office for some unknown reason. It didn’t make any sense.
Becca and Liz ducked into the office near the stairwell door where Bob was coming up.
Emi ran after them but stopped halfway when she heard something from the kitchen again: a large clunk. Emi ducked for a moment, trying to hide. Finally noticing that it wasn’t anything to worry about, she looked up and saw the girls frantically waving at her to stay away, pointing at the stairwell near them. The stairwell door near the girls started opening and Becca and Liz shut the office door and hid. Emi seeing no other option, quickly ducked into the corner office closest to her.
Once inside, she shut the door quickly but quietly, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Why, hello there,” came a voice from behind her.
Emi yelped, nearly jumping out of her skin as she spun around. It was Ruth Banks. She was sitting calmly at her desk with a laptop open, looking at Emi as recognition grew on her face.
“Oh sorry!” Emi said, thinking quickly.
“Emi? Is that you?” asked Ruth, studying her closely.
“Ahh, yes,” Emi said, deciding to play it cool, as if she were doing nothing wrong. “Sorry, I didn’t realize this office was occupied.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Bob frightened me. I forgot that he is usually up here.”
“Why are you naked?”
“I’m a Resort Ambassador,” Emi answered, trying to sound as if it was all the explanation that was needed.
“Oh right, I heard about that. But here in the marketing building as well?”
“Sorry, I was downstairs fixing a server problem and I thought the building was empty.”
“So you took off all your clothes?”
“Yes, I’m still trying to get used to the nudity associated with the role and it’s easier when nobody is around. I came upstairs to get a drink and suddenly Bob came into the room so I ducked in here. I didn’t want to give him a heart attack as I hadn’t given him any warning about my state of dress,” Emi said, carefully.
Ruth chuckled. “I see. That makes sense.”
Emi nodded, relieved that what she said made sense.
“Well, since you are trapped here you might as well join the meeting. You probably should have been invited, regardless.”
“Meeting?” Emi asked, suddenly remembering the group coming up the stairs.
“Yes, Su-Ning called this emergency meeting because the early numbers are telling us there isn’t a lot of interest in the resort. We are quite concerned about opening day next week.”
“I had no idea,” Emi said, suddenly concerned about the resort.
There were people outside. Someone knocked on the door.
Emi braced herself.
“Come in!” Ruth answered loudly.
In walked Su-Ning. She looked pleasantly surprised to see Emi.
Ho came in scowling as usual. The look of disapproval all over her face.
Sarah was the last to enter. She shut the door, before turning to see Emi. “WTF!” she said, looking at Emi with shock and disgust. Finally, she turned her head away as if she couldn’t stand the sight of her.
“Haven’t you heard Sarah? Emi’s the head of the Resort Ambassador program,” Ruth said, amusement in her voice.
Emi realized that Ruth had already known about her position. She hadn’t told her about being the head of the program. Su-Ning must have told her.
“So what does that mean?” Sarah asked.
“It means that she’s usually going to be naked,” Ruth explained.
“She can’t be naked here! And there is no way she is going to be seen by my developers like this. That’s insane! I won’t allow it,” Sarah said, looking quite upset.
“They’ve already seen her,” Su-Ning said. “Liz and Ben had no trouble with Emi’s noble effort to help the resort.”
Sarah looked shocked and furious. “Well, it’s not going to…”
Ruth waved her hand, which somehow magically stopped Sarah. “Have a seat, Sarah.”
Reluctantly Sarah sat down in one of the three chairs in front of Ruth’s desk.
“Everyone, please… sit down. Sorry Emi, I only was expecting three. You will have to stand.”
Emi nodded, aghast at Sarah’s horrific reactions towards her personally, but she bit her tongue.
Ruth turned to Sarah, who was simmering in her chair. “I know your Uncle owns this place, but you are going to have to learn to play well with others if you wish to keep your position.”
Sarah briefly looked shocked and humiliated to be spoken to that way, as if she had been slapped. But she quickly suppressed it and nodded.
“Alright, this is going to be another long meeting and so I had the kitchen staff stay and prepare us lunch.”
“Emi, could you go and inform them that there will be one more for lunch?”
Emi nodded, pausing at the door. She took a deep breath, not looking forward to meeting more people like this.
“Don’t worry about Bob. He will be just fine.” Ruth said with amusement in her voice.
Without looking back, Emi nodded. She steeled her will and opened the door, stepping boldly out into the cafeteria.
AWESOME new chapter ReaderMan! Well worth the wait!!!
I look forward to the next chapter (and all those to follow!) whenever you’re able and ready to post it!
Finally caught up with this after the kerfuffle with changing boards, etc. Still enjoying this.
Thanks Gio2u. I’m surprised that I was able to crank that out considering how hectic things are now. The section was rushed, written almost entirely on the weekend, but I think it turned out somewhat okay.
Emi firmly resisted role-playing a mailgirl, she just wanted the role-playing to be over with quickly. However, when Becca wasn’t doing it right Emi’s deep-rooted feelings about something being done, should be done right, kicked in. Which then slowly drew Emi into the role of a critical office person (in a mailgirl environment). But then Liz’s immature antics (trying to make Emi have a turn at being a mailgirl) pulled them into that silly showdown.
I probably should have added another few lines or a paragraph before the sneeze. That role-playing scene’s sudden ending felt cut off a tad bit short.
Hi ReaderMan
Very is cool written. Realistically. Only you write in 10th chapter that in the morning they came in the marketing building for about an hour. And in late in 11th chapter you write that already 8 pm. Maybe it’s day and time for lunch, not dinner. Something with time is not order. In the rest there is of the simply super.
I enjoyed this ‘Office Streak’ chapter a great deal. Imagining that I was among the first to read, I wanted to post right away – to make up for being so late to the party recently. However, what I had considered posting was too ‘spoiler’ related. That made me think I should hold off or post in vague generalizations. Maybe I concluded I should do some both. That said, I think it is important (on this new forum) to not front-load a comment with anything that could be considered a spoiler. The first lines of a post show up on the landing page. Further down in a comment, it’s arguably someone’s own fault if they see them prior to reading. But the first lines stand out for all to see.
Well, this was a great chapter. Sorry…I know I’ve said that before. But it’s true. You do a wonderful job of mixing all elements important to making a story entertaining. Here, we have them all being juggled masterfully. For example, there is the element of risk. We readers know it AND importantly Emi is unable to forget it. She ventures ahead with trepidation, “…preoccupied with her own feelings of fear and excitement.” What a great line, stealth in its simplicity.
So much is going on. Another example . . . Emi admires Becca. She’s beautiful, but seeing her naked body reminds Emi of her own nudity. Bringing arousal into the mix.
“They keep trying to drag me into these role-playing sessions.” Another great line. I’m sorry, Emi, but you’ve gone along quite willingly at times.
“It was bad enough being marked up like one.” That might be my favorite line of the chapter. Naked AND wearing a reminder out in the open for everyone to see! The role-play elements are very fun. Mailgirls are fun. Girls pretending to be Mailgirls . . . also fun.
“I guess I’ll have to call you … Zero!” Love it!
“…if you would like some tongue with that.” LOL
The scene kept going and going, all the elements playing back and forth, as they climbed the building. Would Emi be caught and what would happen if/when she was? I had a few ideas for how it could end. ReaderMan came up with an outcome that I would never have considered. But it is certainly one that has me on the edge of my seat waiting for next week (or whenever you are again able to post).
Thanks so much for continuing to find the time to bless us with this enthralling story!
Thanks Dormouse. I appreciate the comment.
Feel free to re-post your stories here too. The more the merrier here, especially just before Christmas. We need to stuff the stockings!
Pavel_ser, great catch! Thanks for noticing that. I think I know what happened. It’s Saturday and the building is empty, but I forgot that it was Saturday in the next section for some reason and assumed it was late.
I can fix both chapters to indicate that they went around 11am and then Emi can inform the staff that she will be staying for lunch.
Again thank you for noticing this blunder.
Good point on the chances for spoiling, but I think comments are slowing down and becoming rare, so I don’t mind too much about spoilers currently.
Thanks, I thought the chapter wasn’t too bad. Yes, more risk can help a scene.
I don’t think Emi was feeling arousal by looking at Becca. She was simply appreciating that she had a sexy body. She couldn’t help but notice with Becca climbing steps in front of herself.
Emi would argue that others have always pushed her into role-playing and that she wouldn’t have initiated any of that. But yes, there could be some denial in there. I think her main point would be that it’s a pleasure point for her co-workers and it’s just something she sometimes ‘goes along with’ if there seems more reason to do it rather than not. She just wants everyone to know that for the record, she’s not ‘into’ that kind of stuff. She has pulled a rickshaw around while naked and even while wearing a leash, but Emi has never actually role-played a mailgirl. Numbers have been written and she’s been called a mailgirl but never did she act like one or look down timidly. She did, however, role-play a ponygirl once. But only because Becca and Hannah really wanted her too and because Becca already did it more than once.
I’m glad that you liked the role-playing scene and where things ended up. I was a little worried that my rapid writing on the weekend might fall flat.
Not arousal, you say. That’s fine, but you did write, “…preoccupied with her own feelings of fear and excitement.” I actually used the word arousal as a synonym, not wanting to repeat your word, “excitement.” But granted, there are different types of excitement, so maybe arousal was a poor synonym choice.
But, keep up the good work! Emi’s in good hands.
That’s once again a great chapter, I think it is one of my favorites so far.
The roleplaying was fun to read and also important to demonstrate one of Emi’s defining character traits. Although she thinks these kind of roleplaying games are somewhat silly, she still thinks it is important to do it properly. If Emi has decided to do anything, she takes it very serious and tries very hard to do it perfect. I think this explains a lot of her decisions and the way she behaves.
But Emi is really followed by bad luck. No matter what she is doing, she ends up in a predicament of some sorts – to the pleasure of the reader 😉
Although she has to be naked only while she is doing her community service as a resort ambassador, she ends up in the nude also on her normal job outside the resort. While she feels quite embarrassed, she has to play along to avoid more serious consequences. And Ho once again disapproves and looks not amused… So I guess there will be some more embarrassement (or even some degree of humiliation) in store for our poor heroine.
And once again a great cliffhanger. Looking forward to the next chapter.
Just one remark to the Admin of this site: I like the newly introduced section “Recent Stories”, which makes the site easier to navigate and directs the reader to the main part of the site – the stories.
For what it’s worth, all my stories have been reposted on the AllCMNF board, indexed here: https://allcmnf.thebeachclub-ii.net/viewtopic.php?f=30&t=2515
But I am working on a new story at last, but I don’t think I’ll finish before Christmas.
[– So much is going on. Another example . . . Emi admires Becca. She’s beautiful, but seeing her naked body reminds Emi of her own nudity. Bringing arousal into the mix. –]
My apologies Blair. I totally misread this comment. Yes, this is exactly what happened. I thought you were saying that Emi was aroused only by Becca’s nudity. Then I tried to correct that thought.
[– but you did write, “…preoccupied with her own feelings of fear and excitement.” I actually used the word arousal as a synonym, not wanting to repeat your word, “excitement.” –]
Yes, again you were correct. Emi’s constant reminder of Becca’s nudity reminded herself even more about what she herself might look like, which totally amplified the ‘excitement’ aspect which is indeed a synonym for arousal. Especially considering this was ‘outside’ the resort in an ‘office’ environment and there was the possibility of someone seeing them during the streak. Plus the naughty aspect, etc..
arthwys – I love how you look so deeply into all this. ie: ‘one of Emi’s defining character traits’ ‘she has to play along’ etc…
You don’t miss much.
I guess Emi has had some bad luck, but she’s also been lucky I feel. Plus she’s a highly talented person capable of a lot, so that mean’s she can probably handle a lot as well. Regardless, I’m glad that you are enjoying her predicaments.
RM: Wow, Dormouse, you wrote a lot of stories!
https://allcmnf.thebeachclub-ii.net/viewtopic.php?f=30&t=2515
[But I am working on a new story at last, but I don’t think I’ll finish before Christmas.]
Sweet! The more the merrier.
ReaderMan
I enjoyed this episode. Streaking a closed office isn’t necessary a big deal unless the author can pull off some surprises — and you did.
The role-playing bit was fun, and Emi seemed to get into it. I was half-expecting her to order “Zero” to assume the proper position, but I think it fits the character that Emi couldn’t quite get herself to say that.
But then they realize they are not alone and others are coming up the stairs. That was good by itself — with the guy being oblivious because he had been listening to his headphones in his cubicle.
Even so, the chapter might have been ordinary ENF stuff if it had gone no farther. The real cleverness came when Emi found herself in Ruth’s office and concocted her explanation. That seemed harmless enough for a brief moment, but then Ruth reveals that an important meeting is about to take place — right there in her office — and Emi is now expected to take part. That was a fabulous turn of events and well executed — Emi having painted herself into a corner with her explanation.
The only part of the chapter that felt out of place was Sarah’s reaction to Emi being nude. I understand, of course, that a story like this benefits from having some characters object to the main character’s nudity, but it seemed odd to me because Sarah is part of a business venture that is a NUDIST RESORT. If she is THAT freaked out by the presence of a naked person she should work on some other business venture and not this one. If her client was, say, a nuclear power plant, then she should not be appalled that nuclear power is taking place. If she is part of a business plan for gambling she should not be shocked — shocked! — to find out that gambling is going on (Here are your winnings Capt. Renault).
I did try to make the role-playing fun. I’m relieved that it came out that way and seemed in character for Emi.
I’m glad that part with Ruth worked out as well. I’m always a bit nervous when trying new things. Fabulous is my new favorite word!
Initially, Sarah was quite impressed with Emi when she taught her devs a thing or two. Regardless, yes… her reaction does indeed seem oddly out of place, especially considering that 20% of her team is working on Su-Nings resort.
Thanks, Molly. Your feedback was fabulous as usual!
I’ve been fighting writer’s block today. Quite annoying… I was hoping for Sunday, but that might slip a day or two.
Regardless, I am glad that we are now starting the holidays!
Editing corrections (not important to read) – mainly turning dinner into lunch. (Plus a brief mention of breakfast in the previous chapter)
removed –
‘Not all of the lights were on’“I have never seen anyone but Bob up here
at this time in the evening,”“I have never seen anyone but Bob up here on the weekend,”
Emi looked at her watch. It was almost
8 pmand Bob would be arriving soon.Emi looked at her watch. It was almost 11 am and Bob would be arriving soon.
She was sitting calmly at her desk with a laptop open
next to a dim table lampShe was sitting calmly at her desk with a laptop open
“I’m a Resort Ambassador,” Emi answered.
“I’m a Resort Ambassador,” Emi answered, trying to sound as if it was all the explanation that was needed.
“I know your Uncle owns this place, but you are going to have to learn to play well with others if you wish to
stay.”“I know your Uncle owns this place, but you are going to have to learn to play well with others if you wish to keep your position.”
“Alright, this is going to be another long meeting and so I had the kitchen staff stay and prepare us
dinner.”“Alright, this is going to be another long meeting and so I had the kitchen staff stay and prepare us lunch.”
She steeled her will and opened the door, stepping boldly out into the well-lit room.
She steeled her will and opened the door, stepping boldly out into the cafeteria.
I’m shooting for this weekend to post the next Emi section.
I had ambitiously expected to post 2-3 chapters during the holidays and also make lots of comments on other stories, but the combination of yet another cold, combined with a relative staying with us… wreaked total havoc with my spare time.
How’s that for a run-on sentence?
You missed this sentence:
“Emi, could you go and inform them that there will be one more for
dinner?”“Emi, could you go and inform them that there will be one more for lunch?”
Of course, it all depends on where you’re from. 🙂 When I was growing up in England (and in my particular social class) the midday meal was known as dinner and the evening meal was tea. (There’s even a comment about this in George Bernard Shaw’s play Misalliance, when I shop worker complains he’s not had his dinner yet when it’s still mid-afternoon.)
Anonymous
Thanks for that missing ‘dinner/lunch’ conversion. Fixed!
Dormouse
Interesting… for the English, I always thought that evening tea was just tea. Something that happened after say… a 5 pm dinner.
For now, I’m going to stick with; breakfast (morning), lunch (noon), and dinner (evening) as that is what Emi and Ruth are familiar with.
As I said, it all depends on region and class (as does much in the UK). Dinner, the midday meal in our family was a main course – usually meat and two veg – followed by “afters” (also known as pudding, sweet or dessert, again depending on class). Tea, the evening meal, usually about five or six in the evening, was often a cooked meal, but not as elaborate as dinner. Baked beans on toast, or a boiled or poached egg, say. This was followed by bread and jam, then biscuits (what Americans would call cookies) and cakes. And a pot of tea, of course.
And the midday meal at school was always called dinner, which you paid for with your dinner money and was attended by dinner ladies.
There was a long correspondence about this in The Guardian newspaper end of last year.
I’ll add there is also something called “afternoon tea” or “high tea” although I don’t know if anyone does this at home, only at posh hotels and tea shops. It’s a pot of tea served with scones, usually covered in clotted cream and jam. Maybe a small cake.
Good to know. So if I’m ever reading a story and they have a noon dinner then I’ll know what’s up.
Interesting idea though. A heavy meal mid-day and then somewhat lighter in the evening. I suppose it makes the afternoon sleepy feeling even greater if you eat so much at noon. Maybe I like the idea of eating a smaller evening meal, not sure. It’s a long time until breakfast.
As I tend to write my stories using English English, it can sometimes be useful to know the differences. (Whereas, if I tried to write American English, I’m sure to make mistakes.)
I remember someone (English) telling me they were reading an American book which started, “The surgeon came out of the theatre. He was pissed.” Well, in English English, “pissed” means drunk, not angry as it does in the US.
Some items of clothing are different. I remember an American telling me she was confused by an English book in which a woman put on a skirt and a jumper. To her, a jumper is a type of dress with a bib top, what in the UK we call a pinafore dress. And, to further confuse matters. on the old ASN board, some people used jumper to mean a garment of shorts and top, also called a romper, I find.
On the old board, Little Joe once wrote a story called The Girl Who Went out in her Vest and Pants. Presumably he chose that title on purpose as it means something entirely different in UK and US English. In the UK, a vest is an under-shirt and pants are underpants.
But female underpants are also called knickers. There was even a chain of underwear shops called Knickerbox. I tend to use knickers in my stories. Because I like the word.
I tend to use mostly US English but sometimes a little Canadian spelling of something slips in there.
I don’t know about the US, but here in Canada pissed means both, depending upon the context.
He never drank so much. He was pissed. (drunk)
She dented his car. He was pissed. (angry)
If you want to be super clear you could say pissed drunk. Or pissed-off.
I’m not very clothing savvy and so the only ‘jumper’ I know is something babies use. So I can’t speak to the regional differences concerning this type of clothing.
I’m pretty sure most of us westerners know what English ‘knickers’ are. Vest and pants? Not so much. A vest – here – is something without arms that usually covers a shirt or acts as a light armless coat. Pants – here – are a common external piece of clothing that covers your ass and wraps around each leg individually; like shorts, only with long leggings that reach all the way down to your ankles.
Does UK use ‘pants’ for both kickers and normal pants? or just for panties?
It depends. 🙂
To me, pants are underpants, male or female. Knickers are female underpants, but slightly archaic now, and panties would possibly be used as well. The outer garment covering the legs would be trousers. But there are also leggings, very popular with women these days, which are tight fitting leg coverings. And the formal garment made popular by Hilary Clinton a few years ago would be a trousers suit over here.
There was a letter in The Guardian last week about an American teacher working at a British school and getting chalk dust over his trousers. “I’ve made a mess of my pants,” he said. The class erupted in laughter.
But, I’m told there are parts of Yorkshire and Lancashire where pants does mean trousers.
So pants over there means underwear, okay. Boxers or briefs for men, I assume. Panties or knickers for women.
We have trousers too, but almost nobody uses that term anymore – I think.
Leggings… I’m not sure what women call yoga pants here. Maybe yoga pants or tights or lululemon or athleisure wear. For all I know they might be calling them leggings too.
At least naked means naked and undressing and taking clothes off means the same. That’s the important thing around here!
So the takeaway is to be careful with the word – pants. She made a mess of her ‘jeans’.
Just remember, non-westerners – ‘cord pants’ are NOT a strange sort of thick underwear.
Actually, another term for male underpants over here is y-fronts. So called because the flap at the front is in the shape of a letter Y.
https://www.needundies.com/jockey-classic-y-front-3-pack.html
Another amusing letter in today’s Guardian about the perils of US vs UK English. An American heard an Englishman say “Keep your pecker up” and had to ask, “Did he really say that?”
Now, I know that in American English the pecker is slang for the penis. In the UK it used to mean the nose, as if it was the beak of a bird. Totally obsolete except in the phrase “Keep your pecker up” meaning be cheerful.
I wonder about a line in an opera I know. I do know that the composer Michael Tippett was popular in the US towards the end of his life at the end of the last century. I don’t know how often his opera The Knot Garden was performed there, but one of the characters talks of “Whistling to keep my pecker up.”
As you might guess, I love words as much as I like looking at naked women.
Actually, another case of a difference between UK and US English that might be useful here is the word fanny. In the US, it means the backside/arse/ass/bum. In the UK, it’s a certain part of the female anatomy. The thing called a fanny pack in the US is known as a bumbag in the UK.
Many years ago there was a comedy show on British television called KYTV, about an inept satellite TV station. In one episode about remembering WWII, there was an interview with a man who had been evacuated to the US during the war.
“I had to get used to the language differences. Over there, they say elevator when they mean lift, and trunk when they mean boot. And the fanny is the bottom.” – interviewer looks nervous – “whereas over here, Fanny is short for the name Frances.” Interview looks relieved. “Of course, it also means a lady’s furry front bottom.” Interviewer gives a silent scream.
Incidentally, in the UK tights mean pantihose. Tights are usually sheer and cover the feet. Leggings are mostly opaque and stop at the ankle. (There does seem to be a fashion, though, for leggings made up of a mixture of opaque and sheer fabric. And I’m glad I checked in a dictionary the difference between sheer and shear before posting this.)
You should be talking to Blair. He has the same two interests.
🙂
Those aren’t my only interests. Probably not my two main interests. People who’ve read my stories will probably guess I’m a science fiction fan, and I wrote one story at least that revolved around my interest in opera.
On the subject of English-English and American English…
When I published Best Friends with a Naked Girl as a novel, I included a short glossary of English terms and phrases that I had used, as I (correctly) anticipated that although I am an English writer, and set my story in England, the majority of people picking up the book would be from the United States and may be a little confused by things like ‘A-Levels’ and ‘being sent to Coventry’. I didn’t go into so much detail as to explain pants/pants as I mostly referred to jeans rather than trousers, but I did say that knickers (a word which my characters, being working-class/lower-middle-class English women, do use) is interchangeable with panties.
I’ve no idea if this was helpful to anyone but I recall from conversations with Americans that some of these concepts were a bit confusing to the unfamiliar (especially the differences between the UK and US education systems and the various milestones therein, which had significance to where my characters were and what they were doing) so tried to anticipate this.
Nobody has come back to say they’ve been unable to understand my stories although I do tend to use exclusively British English.
The correspondence in the Guardian has continued with the phrases “knock up” and “needing a rubber”. Where I grew up in the north of England it was an old mining area and there were cottages with slates on the doors. The idea was that miners would write on the slate which shift they were on and the mine employed a man to go round and wake them up when they were due on shift. He was officially known as the knocker-upper.
(And in case any Americans are wondering, a rubber in the UK means a pencil eraser. See also Jasper Carrott’s anecdote about discovering that Durex, a well-known brand of condom in the UK, was a brand of adhesive tape in Australia.)
This has been an excellent and amusing conversation Dormouse and Requiax. I have learned a lot. There are a few differences, but for the most part, I think we are all on the same page. I am glad that this site is bringing so many of us together. I can appreciate the differences in people and cultures – maybe being a Canadian helps in that regard.
I’m a Londoner by birth. Maybe I should write a story in London dialect, with Cockney rhyming slang, dropped aitches and fronted tee-aitches. 🙂
(I did finish the first draft of a story last week, but it’s in standard UK English.)