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National Nude Daisy: Part 3

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National Nude Daisy:
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Nude Daisy Saves The
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The Desperate Plea.
T Plus 4:50

"Tell me."

"Why go through all the hassle of coming out here naked, to

just hide away in a park?" I ask, meeting Eliza's gaze. "Was
that the whole plan? Or am I the only one who is; was enjoying
herself?"

"The only thing I've really enjoyed was watching you,"

Bella says. "I'm quite ready to throw my dress back on and go
home."

"Really? You feel nothing? Nothing today excited you at all?"

Bella sighs. "I suppose, if I'm being honest, there was a

brief twinge. Not enough to risk my career over."

Frankie puts her hand up. "Still wet. Still bored."

"So let's do something," I say, sitting up. "We

could have a few drinks? A pub lunch? That's gotta be better than;
well;"

I wave my hands at the empty park. "This."

"I get what you're saying, but I have a shoot tomorrow,"

Frankie says, patting her flat stomach. "I'm contractually
obliged to fast for 48 hours. I already cheated with that ice-cream.
I can't risk the bloat."

I groan and fall back onto the grass. "There's always next

year, I suppose."

A gust of wind sends a shimmer of recollection over my skin. I

close my eyes and let my body talk. The grass tickles one side of me
as it flutters in the breeze. I miss the heat. The tension.

I want the ache back.

Picking up my phone again, I scroll to the selfie I took. So

happy. I smile, but I'm envious of my past self. So wet. I chuckle
and zoom in on my thighs. Sweat, my cute ass. I can actually see my
clit poking out a little if I really zoom in. I flick the image
around.

I can't imagine ever being that happy again. Do I really have to

wait a whole year?

My phone buzzes to life, making me jump. John's calling me?

Laying back on the grass, feeling the tall fesque turf tickling my

wide-set moist open cunt, I put my phone to my ear. "I'm on
holiday," I say, before he has chance to say anything.

"Daisy, thank fuck you answered," he blurts, sounding

more stressed than usual. "I'm so sorry, but are you still in
the city? Shit. Fan. I need cover. Please, Daisy."

"I am in the city, but," I glance at my sun-warmed body.

"I'm not really dressed; appropriately."

"Daisy, don't worry about that. Just come in. Samantha is on

the way, but it'll be two hours minimum. Jess isn't answering. Tara
quit via text message, and Mary just scalded herself."

I sit upright. "Oh, fuck. Is Mary okay?"

"She'll live, but we sent her to the Urgent care clinic. Can

you make it here before the lunch rush?"

"Uh, let me check and I'll confirm via text asap."

I hang up the phone and stand up. Everyone is looking at me. I

glance at the phone in my hand, then Eliza, and finally at my filthy
feet. Wriggling my toes in the grass. Bella would lend me the dress
in her bag if I asked for it. I pull up my phone and type out a
message.

Daisy: Can I just get a written confirmation? I'm really not

dressed, I'd have to travel home first, and that will delay me an
extra hour.

Daisy: I'm definitely a code violation.

BossyBoss: Just come in whatever you're wearing or not. I'm not

going to give you shit for bailing me out, Daisy.

That's permission from my boss to go into work naked. I doubt he

meant that, but; am I really considering this? That's work. I'll have
to go back in there tomorrow, and every day after. Unless John fires
me. Which he won't do today. He can't run the place solo, and we all
know it. Two hours at work, completely nude, during the lunch rush.
The absolute busiest part of the day. Saturday lunch rush is the best
time for tips, It would really be nice to have some extra cash, I
thought. But not if it gets me fired by the corporate stiffs.

"Are you going to tell us, or just stare pensively at your

phone?" Eliza asks.

I look at each of the staring, expectant faces. Settling on Eliza.

"There was an emergency at work," I say, watching Eliza
realise what I'm i'm thinking in real time.

"No," she says, shaking her head. "Absolutely not."

I smile and shrug. "I'm leaning towards yes," I say.

"You guys were basically done with nude day. I was the only one
who wanted more." I wave my phone at her. "The universe
just provided more."

"Daisy, that's real life," Bella says, sliding her

backpack off. "I brought spare clothes for a reason. Take them."

I don't want the clothes. I want to be naked. I love being naked.

If I was able to, I think I'd spend the rest of my life in the buff.
Just throw all my clothes away. I don't care if I get fired, or about
my co-workers seeing me. I want them to see me. I want to see Kenny's
jaw drop. I want Sammie to gossip. I want pictures of me hung up on
the wall. To bend over the tables knowing my lips are spread and
leaking.

I want them to fantasize about taking me.

"I'll get way more tips if I don't," I say, winking.

"Besides, John said to come in whatever I was wearing, or not
wearing. I'm obligated to follow his instructions."

Frankie smiles and nods. "Um hmm. Malicious compliance. I

love it."

"Don't encourage her," Bella snaps. "Eliza, do

something."

"Do you plan on walking there?" Eliza asks, flicking her

gaze down. "Like that? All wet thighs with a wide on?"

I turn to face her, taking a step forward. "Thought I'd take

the bus, actually. The lunch rush will be kicking off soon. I need to
get there asap."

"Daisy, stop thinking with your snatch for a minute,"

Bella says, dropping her bag on the floor. "You're going to have
to go back there tomorrow, and have everyone talking about the time
you turned up to work naked."

Shifting my weight, I grit my teeth to fight the quiver that

sentence caused.

Eliza narrows her gaze. "That's the point, isn't it?"

she asks, cutting right through me. "You want them to
talk. They wouldn't dream of a world where adorable, shy Daisy Hart
would strut around the city naked."

"It might be bad to have them talk, it might not," I

say, shifting my glance between them all. "I think it would be
much worse to go back and have none of them know who I am
now."

Bella falls back onto the table and holds her head. "She's

lost to us. Our adorable Daisy is now for the streets."

"You know that people don't notice me. Look at me," I

say, thrusting my arms out wide and looking down. "I'm tiny, and
constantly compared to all of you. That's not your fault, and
you know I don't blame you, but it's the truth."

I point toward the supermarket.

"No one bumped into me. They certainly didn't ignore me. For

the first time since we were kids, I was noticed. Fuck, I was ogled.
Me. The girl hidden from the world by genetics and the average
height of people's eyes."

I shrug and let my shoulders fall. "Maybe it is in my

head, and I was never invisible," I say, glancing at Eliza. "All
I know is, the moment I stopped being afraid of being seen, I found
the change I have been yearning for."

Frankie hops off the table and gives me a hug. "We've always

seen you, tiny-slimmy."

I chuckle. "Is that seriously going to become a new

nickname?"

"Only all the time," Frankie says, kissing my head. "If

you want to do this, I think you should do it."

Bella rolls her eyes. "Frankie, you are a terrible enabler."

Frankie chuckles and flicks Bella's nipple. "Not true. I'm

very good at it. It's her body, her life, her choice."

Eliza takes a sharp inhale through her nose. "What about

Kenny?" she asks. "He might see you and run a mile. This
might ruin your chances."

"That would suck," I say, nodding. "It's been a

year, sis. Something needs to change, or nothing ever will."

"You're absolutely sure?" Eliza asks. "I'm telling

you not to do it."

"I'm going anyway," I say. "And you can post that

selfie if you want. I look fucking fabulous."

"Yes, you do." Eliza shrugs and turns to Bella. "She's

determined."

"I am. I have now graduated early, moving on to slay bigger

giants. And I will do it alone, traveling solo on crowded public
transit; then risking my economic security and workplace social
circle. All because I refuse to go back to being yesterday's Daisy."

I give Frankie a squeeze before walking to Bella and wrapping my

arms around her. "Thank you, and I love you," I whisper.
"I'm sorry."

Bella squeezes me. "You know we're coming with you, right?"

I step back. "Actually, I'd prefer it if you three

incomparably beautiful women didn't steal my naked thunder. You three
goddesses will enjoy the group security of each other's presence. I
will slay this personal giant alone."

I give Eliza a massive, very firm hug. "You've got my keys,

remember? Would you mind waiting for me?"

She pulls me in and rests her cheek on my head. "If your life

implodes, you can live with me as my naked house cat. I'll feed you
all the best nibbles."

"Better not get cheap with the damn nibbles," I say,

nuzzling into her. "Thank you for pushing me."

Eliza breaks the hug and stares at her phone again. "Go on,

fuck off," she says, glancing up with a smirk."

I flick her nipple. "I want a fancy collar too," I say,

walking backwards and waving. "Love you guys. See ya."

Liberation of
Daisy-2.O” T plus 5 hours.

Then, I find myself walking out of the park again. It's a surreal

feeling. Like my feet are moving on their own. My hands sway without
thought, or input from me at all. I'm carried forward by automatic
movements, as if my subconscious is driving. I'm floating through the
streets toward the bus stop. My focus is on my body, and everything
that's happening to it. My face, though; resumes the surreal bliss
and confident friendly grin. The way my hand raises to wave at every
honking car, or how I smile at every glance or stare. The phantom
warmth of brushing past someone. When a hand or arm brushes against
my skin.

I wonder if they can feel my heat.

When I reach the bus stop, the L E D sign tells me the bus will be

five minutes, so I pull my phone out and text John an update. Partial
update. I don't want to mention the nudity. He agreed to it, but I
still don't think he knows exactly what he agreed to. I can't wait to
see the look on his face. On Kenny's face. The customers, too.

Oh fuck, the customers. Those awkward, flirty comments. My heart

flutters as I think about it. I chew my smile thinking about Kenny. I
wonder if cute suit guy is still thinking about me? Will Kenny have
the same reaction? Fully hard with furtive glances. If he doesn't
make a move now, at least I'll know.

My nipples stiffen. Sammie will be there soon. Little miss

blabber-mouth. She'll tell everyone. The whole city will know. It's
funny. Last night I was adamant she shouldn't find out about it for
the exact reason I can't wait to happen.

The bus turns the corner, and I put my hand up to signal, enjoying

the firmness of my tit as it moves with me. The driver gapes at me
while I pay, and the bus full of people stare. The seats are all
taken so I grab the pole next to 3 young college girl's seats. I
smile at them, then fish my phone out and pretend I'm reading. Not
reading. Watching. The texting app is mostly a black screen, and
gives a reasonable good reflection of my surroundings. All the looks,
the sneers, the licked lips. The hidden expressions they think
they're doing behind my back.

I relish them all. I lean against the baggage rack as the bus

jerks underway; the metal bar shudders and shakes with the engine.
Stealing glances at my audience, I notice there are phones pointed at
me. I turn to the bloke behind my right shoulder and inhale a full
chestful of air, then flash a big grin and throw up a peace sign with
my hand. Yes, I've seen you. No, I don't mind at all. I don't care
that I'm being filmed. I don't care that I have no control at all
over that footage. My engine revs, and I feel my stomach tensing.

Shifting my weight, I press my thighs together. Slick. Sensitive.

I'm open and I know it.

After 20 minutes, the bus gets me to the stop closest to the cafe,

and I take pause. What am I doing? What am I about to do?

This is it.

The point of no return.

I can't ever go back if I do this.

That's not true. I couldn't go back the moment I stepped onto my

front street this morning. So, I walk toward the cafe. Head high.
Every inch of me revealed, heart and skin laid bare. Every escalation
has led me here. I would have been disappointed if the day didn't end
this way. This giant still looming over me. If I wasn't completely
and irrevocably exposed to my contemporaries. Approaching my
workplace, pass the various tables out on the street, still empty.
The tables inside are full, and the people sitting by the windows
gawk at me, mouths falling open as I walk through the door.

Nude Day At Work: T
plus 5:30.

All the conversations end. A dozen people staring in silence. A

chair squeaks on the tile. I smile and weave through the tables
toward the back. John stands behind the register. He turns, locks his
eyes on me, and they widen as the realization hits. His face turns
red, and he grabs my wrist and drags me into the back.

"Why are you naked?" he asks, whisper-shouting at me.

"You said to come in whatever I was wearing," I say,

gesturing to myself. " Or not wearing!This is what I was
wearing, pointing to my thigh satchel."

"Okay, but why are you naked?" he repeats,

rubbing his forehead.

"It's national nude day?" I shrug. "I told you that

I wasn't dressed."

"You; did say that," he says, looking out at the

customers. "I thought you were wearing exercise apparel, short
skirt or; or; flip-flops. I didn't think you meant literally."

"Well, I'm here now," I say. "And I'm all you've

got, but if you'd prefer, I can just go home and change? But I'll
demand lost wages for the hour it takes"

"No; no. I can't deal with the rush on my own. We're going to

be talking about this at length. You can bet on that," he
says, shaking his head as he scans my body. I smirk as he lingers on
my tits. "I mean, where do we even put your name badge?"

A fair point. It's sounding a lot like this will be my last day,

after all. So, why not go out with a bang? Push my own boundaries for
a change, instead of relying on Eliza to know what I'm comfortable
with.

I hold up a finger to John and walk out to the reception desk.

"Sorry, we'll be with you in a second," I say to the
growing line of customers. I fish out the marker pen from the pot
beneath the counter and take it back to John.

"Right about here should do it," I say, pointing to my

left tit. "It'll be neater if you write it."

He takes the marker and stares at it for a moment. "Daisy;

what's going on?" he asks, shifting his gaze from the pen to my
eyes. "Did somebody give you something? Do you know where you
are? What's happening?"

I widen my eyes and move my head closer. "I'm not on drugs,

boss. It's really just comedic timing, that's all," I say. "The
festival in the city? Was a nude one. I went with some friends, and
we left our clothes at home. That's the whole story."

I nod toward the marker. "People are waiting, so grab a tit

and start writing."

I rise on my toes and puff my chest out.

"This is sexual harassment," he says, pulling the cap

off the marker. "But who would believe me?"

Holding the marker like a scalpel, and doing everything he can to

avoid brushing against me, John scrawls my name above my tit. I flush
as the marker scratches slightly, to inscribe D, and leaves a tingle
as it passes.

The marker is grabbing your skin, sorry for the bad penmanship.”

John shyly admits.

“Here,” I grab his free hand and firmly pressed it to

cup my tit. “Squeeze and it will firm up. I want classy
penmanship because it will not soon wear off, damn it!” I
ordered my timid boss.

Each letter of my name throbs and pulses, but it's John's breath

on my chest that fuels my need more than anything. My skin prickles
with each warm, damp wave of pressure against me.

“I dot my I with a heart, not a dot. Please comply, boss.”

Gods, keep touching me. Feel the heat. I fight against my

shuddering breaths as he steps back & inspects his handiwork.

Or is he just looking at my tits? My nipples pinch themselves

under his scrutiny.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks, putting the

cap on the marker and looking out at the cafe. "It's going to
get very busy, and I can't man the til and keep their hands
off you."

I have way too many tables to do my own bussing, John. You'll need

to cover the clean up and reset, so that I get the hot food and cold
drinks served. Also, If it gets too long of a wait line, have the
hostess pass out menus and take their orders ahead of time.”

“That's smart!” John said with a surprised look.

“And I get to keep 100% of my tips!” was my final

demand, Corporate doesn't know I'm here, so lets try to keep it that
way. Don't put me on the staff ledger and don't log any base pay. The
customers will determine my worth and I'll keep that sum to myself.”

He just nodded his affirmation. He was now treating me as a

business equal, but also as a valued person. I admire his compassion.
Consideration. It's the excuse I needed to escalate. I don't give him
the chance to complain, or even turn his head. I skip forward and
wrap my arms around him.

Pressing my heat against him, I squeeze him and feel his cock stir

against my belly.

“You're good?” he says.

"I'm sure," I say, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for looking out for me, boss."

I am powerful.

I am desirable.

Grabbing an order pad and pen from behind the counter, I stride

back into the room full of waiting tables.

Serving In The Nude:
T plus 11:40.

"Sorry about the wait, everyone," I announce, feeling

everyone's attention shift onto me. They were already looking, but
now they had permission. "If we could obey the honour system and
let me know who's been waiting the longest, I'll get to everyone as
soon as I can."

I follow the chain of hands and comments, writing a list of table

numbers to work through. The length of the list excites me. More than
just a list of numbers, it's a checklist of exposure. I'm going to
interact with every number, speak to them, joke with them, and
they're going to look at me. All of me.

Every part of me is flushed, and I know why. I know I'm horny. So

do they. Every polite stammer, or lingering gaze. I watch the eyes as
they drink me in, drawn to the parts of me they know they shouldn't
be looking at, but can't help themselves. Those are the parts I need
them to see. I shift my weight as I focus on my pad, scribbling away
as though I weren't naked. As though I wasn't wearing a bag that
framed my spreading cunt lips.

As though I hadn't split my legs just enough to give a better

view.

I approach the first number on my list. "Hi, there," I

say to the middle-aged couple at the table, tapping my 'name badge'
with my pen, and flashing the biggest grin I can. "My name's
Daisy, and I'll be the server for today. What can I get you?"

The couple politely ordered their coffees and food, which I

dutifully note on my pad. I smirk as the husband buries his head in
the menu. Making a show of not looking. Though his wife made no such
attempt, scanning me fully and nodding.

"I was wild like you," she says, matching my smile.

"Never went

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