by Kara Bryn
NAKED WOMEN IN SHORTS
By Kara Bryn
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Contents
Naked Women In Shorts
The Girl On The Tube
The Guy On The Tube
Dressed In Tattoos
Helena And Pareia
The Boy Band
Overstayed
Interview With An Artist
Passed For Promotion
The Naked Office
The Pianist
The Author
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Naked Women In Shorts
I straightened my blouse and stood facing the camera. Jim counted me in as he started recording and I began my intro piece.
"It's not easy running a business in small town America, as Cassandra and Sue discovered when they opened their café. But then, sometimes, you hit on that big idea that's just guaranteed to bring the customers in."
I was confident Jim had timed the pull-back to so that Cassandra, standing beside me, was now in the shot with the café just behind us.
"Cassandra here has offered to give CBC exclusive access to her prospering business for this edition of 'A Working Day'. " I turn to my interviewee. "Welcome to the California Business Channel, Cassandra."
"Thank you, Tricia, it's great to be here," Cassandra replied with an irresistible smile. She was around only nineteen or twenty years old and had a beautiful, fine-boned face with high cheekbones and large, dark eyes. She was casually dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of very torn denim shorts.
"Now, I'm sure many of our viewers have worked out what your unique angle is already, but I'd like to hear it in our own words."
Cassandra's smile didn't falter.
"Thank you, Tricia." She paused for a second. "Well, as you can see," she indicated the café behind us with a tilt of her head, "We run a small café, mostly serving hot and cold drinks, pastries and such. As you can imagine, it's quite a competitive industry, and we had to have some way of standing out from the crowd. Now, it's a truism in business that "sex sells" so, we thought, as we're two young women putting everything on the line, we went with the idea of the 'Naked Women Cafe'."
"But there was a problem from day one, I believe?"
"Yes indeed, Tricia. Apparently the governors interpretation of state laws meant that we couldn't actually run around naked all day."
Cassandra pauses and I laugh obligingly. "Of course not," I prompt.
"And so we don't get anyone complaining about being misled, we had to change the name to 'Naked Women in Shorts Café'. It's not quite as catchy, but it works."
"I understand that you're appealing the governor's decision at the moment, but, for now, the title seems to be enough to pull people in anyway."
"It does, yes," Cassandra replied, "Sue and I always dress in pretty much the same way." She looked down at herself and I hoped Jim had enough of her in shot to capture her pair of very short and very torn denim shorts, heeled sandals, and a baggy white t-shirt. It's not often you see such a gorgeous pair of legs on a business program.
"But that's not the whole story, is it?" I prompted Cassandra. "There's one more piece to the puzzle of how you've managed to pull in customers from miles around?"
Cassandra smiled again. We had pre-planned how the conversation would flow, but Cassandra was great at improvising the words.
"Indeed, Tricia. We'd had this idea of serving in the nude but, until the appeal comes through, we can't do that. But we don't want anyone coming to a café called 'Naked Women in Shorts' and being disappointed, so we work dressed like this."
On cue Cassandra grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and pulls it swiftly and smoothly over her head. She's not wearing a bra underneath and I stare for a second at her perfect, small breasts. Her long hair falls over her bare shoulders and it occurs to me that if the café business ever fails she could easily turn to modelling. She's almost impossibly thin and the denim shorts cover so little she's as close to being naked as she can be, and still be legal. I'm suddenly insanely jealous of the combination of brains, beauty and youth.
I turn back to the camera.
"Well," I say, "I'm sure you're anxious to find out a lot more of how this very unique business runs. So, without further ado, I'm going to put on my uniform and join Cassandra for 'A Working Day' at the 'Naked Women in Shorts Café'"
I try to look confident as I fumble at the top button of my blouse with my free hand. I pop it open, and then the second, before Jim takes the camera off of his shoulder and I stop. He only has eyes for Cassandra, of course.
"That was great Cassandra," I tell her, meaning it. Cassandra's smile widens further. "Now, is there somewhere I can get changed?" I was only unbuttoning the blouse for show, of course, and I had no intention of working topless for the day. But with that intro I doubt there'd be a single viewer changing channel when this went out on air.
"Sure," Cassandra beamed, "There's a room out the back. Follow me."
Cassandra led me to the back room while Jim took some footage around the outside of the café. Once I was alone I checked the door was locked and stripped down to my underwear. I put on the pair of denim shorts I'd bought specially for the show. They were in much better condition than Cassandra's ripped pair.
I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. I'd brought along a bikini top for the day since it was the closest I had to a strapless bra, and I knew it was opaque. It was soft cotton with an attractive blue and red pattern that went quite well with the denim shorts, and since it didn't have shoulder straps I could get a few more seconds of titillation out of the viewers while they wondered if I was going to appear topless. I tied it around my back in a bow and then went back into the café.
Cassandra looked around and smiled as I entered. Few of the other customers even turned around: they had Cassandra and Sue to look at, so why would a woman in a bikini top demand any attention?
Cassandra finished serving a customer and then gestured for me to come behind the counter.
"Tricia," she said, "This is Sue."
I turned towards Cassandra's business partner. Like Cassandra, she must be only nineteen or twenty years old and I think her parents may have been Vietnamese. Also like Cassandra, she was as thin as a rake, and dressed only in torn denim shorts and heeled sandals. She, too, had small and absolutely perfectly pert, small breasts. She held out a delicate hand for me to shake.
"Pleased to meet you, Tricia," she said confidently. I presume you get used to working topless after a while.
"Sue, can you cover the till while I show Tricia how things work?" Cassandra said. Sue nodded and smiled a welcomingly at me.
"It's a shame about the bikini top," Cassandra continued, glancing at my chest. "Are you sure we can't tempt you? It's very liberating."
I shook my head: there was no way that was going to happen. The post-production crew were going to have their work cut out censoring all the nipples on show, and I didn't want them seeing my breasts, let alone everyone in the café. I also had a feeling that the raw footage might find its way out of the editing room somehow, especially if I was baring all as well.
Cassandra showed me how things worked behind the counter. I'd mostly just be waiting the tables
so I didn't have to learn the art of the barista, or even how to work the till. That would give me opportunities to interview the clientele while I pretended to work.
Jim had finished shooting outside and reappeared with his camera at his side.
"I've got enough footage from out there," he said, "So I guess we can get started." I nodded. I saw him glance at my cleavage; I realised, in all the time we'd worked together, that this was probably the first time he'd seen me in anything other than a blouse. Strangely, I felt flattered that, even with Cassandra's and Sue's breasts only a few feet away, I could still provide a small distraction, even covered as I was.
"Let's do the intro first," I said, and Jim propped his camera up onto his shoulder. The red light came on to show he was recording. I grabbed the microphone he held out for me and stood still with the café counter behind me with the girls working away.
"Here we are inside 'Naked Women in Shorts' to see how the business runs. As you can see, Cassandra and Sue are busy behind me, and I'm in my uniform ready to lend a hand."
At this point, Jim should be filming me from the chest upwards. Hopefully, with my shoulders bare, the viewers will be assuming that I've stripped off as well. I paused for a second.
Jim gave a thumbs up: it was the sign that he'd pulled back to get my bikini top in the frame.
"Well, you didn't think I'd be willing to bare all on my salary, did you?" I said as I shrugged. Jim smiled and the red light went off as he stopped recording.
"That worked great," he said, "Now I thought I'd film the girls at work for a while, and if you want to do an interview with anyone, just call me over."
"Sounds good," I said, "And it'll help me to get used to the place too."
It was mid-afternoon and the café was getting busier again. Despite the name of the show, I wasn't going to spend a whole day working at the café; after a few hours we should have all the footage we needed, and the girls said they preferred to deal with the busy morning crowd before we came in and we had readily acceded to their wishes.
Cassandra and Sue got on with the business of running their café: taking orders, making coffees, and making sure I took them to the right tables. They seemed to have a smile and a pleasant word for everyone, and half the customers knew them by name. I saw old men whose eyes lit up at the sight of their young, naked torsos; young men who tried to talk them into a date, and failed; and, more surprisingly, old women who smiled with their eyes and seemed to feel motherly warmth towards the young business owners. Even the younger women seemed entirely unthreatened by the two beautiful girls, and many would chat with them as they were served. There was something about their vulnerability that resulted in everyone opening up to them.
Jim was obviously enjoying his job today too. Again, I felt slightly jealous. I knew I was attractive and I wasn't used to being upstaged so effortlessly, not after all the time and money that went into my hair and make-up. Still, the girls were so kind and open that I didn't really resent them for what they had.
"Tricia?" I heard Sue call me over and scuttled back to the bar. I had worked as a waitress when I was younger and old habits die hard: when the boss says jump, you jump!
"These two ice teas are for outside." She put the glasses on the counter beside us and I picked them up and turned towards the door. "For the couple with the sunglasses." She pointed and I felt a hand in the middle of my back gently propelling me forwards.
I began walking towards the open door, concentrating on not spilling the two cups of iced tea. And I blame the fact I was concentrating for not noticing that Sue had a firm hold of one tie of my bikini top. As I walked away from her the bow popped open and, just as I felt it loosen, the bikini fell from around me.
My shoulders tensed and I tried to squeeze my arms over my chest, but I couldn't do that and carry the teas at the same time. I strategically positioned the two glasses and turned around to face Sue. I noticed Jim quickly point his camera in my direction.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked her, my cheeks glowing from a combination of anger and embarrassment.
Sue pulled the bikini top towards her and bundled it up in one hand.
"We've had complaints," she said, "There's a dress code they expect, and, well…" She shrugged.
"Oh, don't get worked up about it," said a middle aged woman at a table next to me, "It's not like anyone here hasn't seen it all before."
I glared at her and I was about to slam the iced teas on the table and head to the back room for the rest of my clothes. But that would mean we couldn't finish the show. Still, I couldn't believe Sue had done this to me.
A couple of the other customers looked up from their coffees and laptops, down at my breasts, smiled, and then went back to what they were doing. It was very surreal. I took a deep breath and started towards Sue to confront her, but she had turned around and was returning to behind the counter. I didn't even see where she'd put my bikini top.
I put the iced teas on the counter and, with my palms clamped over my nipples, I started to follow her. Suddenly, Cassandra appeared from a doorway and spotted my expression, my eyes boring a hole in Sue's back.
"Hey," she said with a soft, calming voice, and her hand reached out and touched my forearm. "What's going on here, ladies?"
Sue turned around. "I had some complaints about dress code," she said, gesturing at me with her chin. Her tone was very matter-of-fact, but I couldn't help but read it as a challenge. She wasn't the boss of me!
Cassandra stepped between us as I fumed. She faced me square on with her hands on my upper arms.
"I'm sorry, Tricia," she said, "Sue's not always the most… tactful."
That was an understatement. Cassandra looked around at Sue and I spotted a flash of anger pass over her face, but it disappeared as she turned back to me. "You know, if you don't want to do this, maybe we could just do some interviews later, after closing time, and let us run the place by ourselves until then?"
She was conciliatory, but I wasn't planning to hang around until eight o'clock, and then spend two more hours doing interviews. I took a deep breath: how important was this piece to me? Cassandra continued to try to placate me.
"You can see how hard we've worked to get where we are, and, well… even one unhappy customer can poison the well, if you know what I mean?"
I did know what she meant about unhappy customers, and I realised just why she was running a successful business at such a young age: she had a way of calming a situation and getting you on her side. I relaxed a little.
"If there's a problem," I said, "then Sue should have talked to me first."
Cassandra smiled and nodded. "I know, I know, and I apologise. There's a reason I tend to do the negotiating with suppliers…"
I could see how that would work, with Cassandra handling negotiations, and then I realised that, if all their meetings happened in the same state of undress, she probably negotiated some quite decent discounts on supplies from male sales staff.
"But, we're good to continue?" Cassandra asked, looking at me hopefully with a hint of a smile on her face. She put her hands onto mine, which were still covering a nipple each and, gently, she pulled them away from my body. I offered no resistance. We stood opposite each other with our hands linked. I forced a smile and nodded.
"You'll do fine," she whispered, and then added a wink. My smile broadened a little; she really was good at winning people over. I stood, suddenly relaxed, and I realised I probably would have taken the bikini top off if she'd just asked more persistently earlier.
"So," she said, instantly business-like again, "Was I interrupting you in the middle of something?"
She dropped my hands and they fell by my sides. I felt incredibly exposed, dressed only in my new denim shorts, but I resisted the urge to cover myself again. I took a deep breath.
"Oh," Cassandra said, looking at my brand new shorts, "Now just to roughen your edges a little…" She reached towards my waist and, for some reason, I didn't even move as she un
buttoned my denim shorts. They were propped over my hips so they weren't about to fall down by themselves, and the zip held them closed, but with that small change I felt so much sexier, just for having that button hanging open. How could a nineteen year old know more about this kind of thing than me?
"You were about to?..." Cassandra prompted, distracting me from the protestation I was about to make.
"I, uh, I was just taking these ice teas outside," I said. She smiled and nodded, and then turned to help Sue at the counter.
I picked up the two glasses and walked, as if in a dream, towards the door of the café. Heads lifted as I passed and I felt them staring at me, but the attention was remarkably short-lived. Most of the people here were regulars who could look at the bare breasts of Cassandra and Sue any time they liked, so one more topless woman wasn't going to shock them.
The sun felt warm on my chest as I stepped outside. It was surreal, walking over to the couple with the sunglasses on, and putting their iced teas on the table in front of them.
"Thank you," the woman said. "It's a lovely day, isn't it?"
I forced another smile and nodded. "It's beautiful out here," I said. The man smiled, and I guessed what he must be smiling at from behind his sunglasses. I was a female presenter on a television show, and I looked after my body as if my job depended on it, which, unfortunately, it often did.
"You're so lucky," the woman continued, "It must be great to feel the sun on your skin on a day like this."
I thought about it for a second: it really was.
"Yeah," I said, surprising myself, "Once you get over the initial reaction, it feels pretty good."
She smiled and I smiled back, this time without having to force it.
"Just let me know if you need anything else, okay?" I told her. She nodded. I turned and walked back inside.
I was suddenly conscious of Jim's camera following me. It was too late to say or do anything now: he had me on film, and the post-production guys were going to have a field day. I glanced across at him and, from behind the camera, he winked at me. I wasn't sure whether I felt flattered or insulted by it. I adopted a mock scowl for a second to lighten the mood.