Born Naked Pt

Author's Note: Thank you VanessaEvans for letting me play in your world.

Chapter 21

Sitting on a bar stool, Emi's dad watched as his daughter stirred a pot of marinara with Italian sausages while they were catching up around the island.

"You know I'm proud of you, right?"

Emi blushed a little while feeling the steam of the sauce on her face.

"You've got a good head on your shoulders. Don't lose it when you leave here. Okay?"

Lifting her eyes, she looked at him from across the island. "Stop it."

"I'm serious. So many kids do the whole wild-child thing at the first taste of freedom. I don't want you to turn into a cliché, or worse, a statistic."

"You don't have to worry 'bout me. I was raised right."

"Your upbringing's only half of it. The rest is up to you and the choices you make."

"Fine. I'll be good. I promise."

"...and safe." He said commandingly.

"And safe. Got it. Here, try this."

She stretched out a wooden spoon to offer him a taste, and as Emi was sampling the sauce herself, they heard the front door open and close.

"Em?"

"We're in here." Emi's dad announced.

Appearing behind the virile man a few seconds later, Yasmin hugged his broad shoulders pressing her chest into his back and kissed him on the cheek. Saying her hellos, she circled the island to give Emi a kiss.

"How's my favorite second family?"

Emi could tell that her dad was still getting used to the new greetings as well as Yasmin's new look. For weeks now, after parking her copper red Mazda out front, Yasmin has been leaving her folded clothes on the front seat. She has been building up her confidence in front of Emi and her dad, who's been trying to make the best of it.

"Great. You want a glass of red?"

"I can get it Mr. Jaro. You don't need to wait on me."

"Actually..." Emi said to get her dad's attention. "...would you help me strain the spaghetti."

While Emi stirred the sauce, Yasmin crossed behind her to get to the cupboard next to the fridge, squeezing her tight ass cheek on the way. Meanwhile, her dad followed to move the big pot to the sink behind his daughter. For a moment, the open kitchen got really small with two naked bodies enveloping a clothed third, and even Emi was starting to get uncomfortable. While Yasmin was reaching for a glass, he spilled out the contents into the strainer. His head was getting too close to the underside of Yasmin's outstretched arm, and as a big mushroom of steam rose up from the sink, Yasmin had to jump back to avoid the large man. Her eyes darted to her friend who was watching this all play out.

"Oh sorry. That was more than I was expecting."

"No, you're good." Yasmin quickly down played. "He almost ran inta my boob." She mouthed to Emi as he transferred the pot back to the stove.

Thinking, I know, Emi could only respond with wide eyes and a quick nod.

After filling her glass, Yasmin asked, "Does anyone wanna refill?"

"I'm good." Emi answered while lifting her goblet.

"No thanks."

"That's a lot of pasta."

"Yeah, it's not just for dinner. This is my lunch for the whole week."

"Ah. Let's hope you don't get sick of it."

"Unlikely. I love spaghetti."

Emi served up the food as her dad moved a stool to the end of the island, giving the two naked girls more room. After they all sat down, he inquired, "So Yasmin, how are you enjoying... th-this... new look?" Clearly not knowing what to call her undress as he waved a hand at her.

Sitting in the middle, she straightened up and smiled while looking down at her bare breasts. "I'm really liking it. It's so much more comfortable, especially in this heat. Although, as much as I'm enjoying not wearing a bra, I'm really too big to do anything more than walk around without the support."

There was an awkward pause before he asked, "And how's your dad tolerating it?"

"Oh no. He doesn't know anything. I'm not naked around my house."

"Which explains why you're here all the time." He teased.

"Daddy!"

"I hope that's not a problem."

"No-no. No bother. You know you're rodina."

Yasmin stared at him with a confused expression.

"It means family." He said without having to be asked.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Yasmin started again with a strained voice. "If you don't mind me asking... What was it like back... I mean, what was it like, for you guys, when you left?"

"It was just bad."

With his head down, that was all he would say on the matter. Emi knew her nosy friend was going to try to say something else, but she failed to stop the girl.

"Have you ever been to one of those bath houses back where you-- your home land?... Y'know like the one in that Arnold Schwarzenegger movie...umm..."

"Red Heat?" He chuckled. "No. First of all, that's Russia, but no, I've never been to one of those."

Yasmin's face turned red as she looked down at her pasta, and again Emi couldn't find the words to help. Instead, with a glimmer in his eye, her dad offered,

"That does seem like something though, doesn't it?"

Looking back at him, she smiled.

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After cleaning up from dinner, Emi and Yasmin went upstairs where the stylish girl was looking through the closet for the hundredth time. Either admiring her work or seeing what else she could alter, Emi wasn't sure.

"What are you wearin' for work tomorrow?"

"Probably that blazer and mini skirt again."

Yasmin had altered the pink waistcoat to make it more of a slim-fit, pulled tight across Emi's midsection and more snug in her shoulders. Wearing it without a blouse, meant a lot of skin was exposed between her nipples, displaying her taut chest.

"I think we can turn it up a notch."

Here we go again, Emi thought. Every time she did this, she wasn't the one who had to endure the looks...including from her own father. Emi knew, however, whatever Yasmin did to her clothes, she was going to wear it and eventually love it.

Yasmin moved over to her mini backpack and pulled out a bit of material that was wine color with a web-like pattern to it. Emi couldn't tell what it was until Yasmin held it up.

"Whoa. That is see through. Is it all lace?"

"Yeah, and you thought your dress was sheer."

"It was, but this is...damn."

The girl was holding up a delicate halter top that didn't simply tie behind the neck. Instead, the two strips of openwork fabric that covered the breasts, wrapped around a beaded necklace. She walked behind Emi who moved her long hair out of the way, laid the string of pearls loose on Emi's collarbone, and clasped it around her neck. The bottom of the halter had two inches of material that wrapped around her ribs, just under her fine fritters, and there was a little, white bow in the center. Not being able to fill out any tops, Emi was impressed by the way this sat on her chest.

"Wow. This literally doesn't leave anything to the imagination."

"So, do ya think it'll work?"

"You mean with Mr. Will?" Emi joked, "I think he'd let me work the desk butt naked if I wanted to."

"I'm tellin' you, 'eye candy.'"

"Yeah-yeah." At this point Emi knew it was true, but she still didn't know how to feel about it. Changing the subject she asked, "This must have cost a fortune."

"After materials, nothin' at all."

"You made this?!"

Yasmin smiled and asked, "So do ya wanna take it for a spin?"

Emi gave the naked beauty a hug and then a long, slow kiss. It was sweet and soft, full of eloquence.

"Thank you. It's beautiful. I had no idea you could do this."

"Thank you." She said pointedly. "Without you, I wouldn't have known I even wanted to make it, and now, I have a lot more ideas."

Emi stepped in front of the mirror to admire the top more carefully.

"Sooo... How about it?"

Emi gave her friend a look of confusion.

"I wanna take you to a night club."

Too much of a homebody to jump at the chance to go out partying and knowing Monday morning will be coming too early, Emi was reluctant to leave the house. However, after Yasmin went to all this trouble and she knew she would enjoy herself once she got there, Emi agreed and put on the black micro miniskirt she wears with the blazer.

The two walked downstairs, and Emi's dad spotted her almost transparent top with a glance. Ignoring his eyes, she gave him a kiss before telling him their plans. With a wary look, he charged them to be careful and not to accept drinks from any strangers.

"I promise we'll be safe." Emi kissed him again.

"And that goes for you too. Be good and watch each others drinks." His eyes pointed at the still naked girl.

"Yes sir." Leaning forward to give him one of her genial kisses, she instead aimed for the corner of his mouth.

In the heavy night air, Yasmin opened her car door and put on a sexy, tight dress before they got in and drove away.

"You're getting awfully friendly with my dad."

"It's not even like that." Yasmin protested. "Not that I'd object."

"Sure it isn't." She singsonged.

"He was just bein' all protective and macho."

"And that gets you goin?'" Emi smiled at her friend.

When they pulled into the well-lit parking garage and started walking to a club in the Cleveland Street District, Emi's attention was on all the people around them. Feeling the warm breeze through the mesh-like material of her top, making her nipples hard, she spotted a man walking towards them staring at her unapologetically. A wave of heat washed over her, but she knew it had nothing to do with the warmth hanging in the air. As the street grew denser, she could feel all the eyes of everyone who passed by her. However, when they got inside the dimly lit club, she started to miss those eyes.

They danced with each other and a lot of men. Some tried to grope the exposed areas of her skin while more danced too close, but Emi was getting board. Where this much attention used to make her feel hot and wanted, now she was just missing Kamran. Taking Yasmin to a hallway outside the bathrooms, she was just about to ask if they could go when she had an idea.

"Hey, give me that backpack."

"Yeah, it's your turn again... Your phone's like a brick."

"It's not that bad. Besides, it's about to come in handy."

Emi was looking at a long, dark corridor with single use bathrooms on one side. She pulled out her phone and put the bag on a long shelf that came up to her chest and only extends about a foot from the wall, opposite the bathrooms. Opening the camera, she handed it to Yasmin saying,

"You're gonna wanna see this."

"It's too dark."

"Not for night vision."

Sure enough, Emi pressed a button on the phone, and when Yasmin looked at the screen, her face came alive with recognition. What was once a blackout with only a few slivers of light was now painted in gray scale. With a new appreciation for the rugged phone, Yasmin backed up to the corner so she could lean against the wall, acting like she was just checking her messages. Training the camera down the corridor, she hit record.

Emi didn't want to lose her nerve, so with hesitancy, she stealthily raised her skirt to flash her pussy, before giving the camera a peek at her nipples. Hearing someone coming her way, she was just able to cover herself and walk toward the opposite end of the hallway, until the path was clear. She pushed the butterflies in her stomach down and gave Yasmin a nervous smile in the dark before unfastening her skirt and stepping out of it. Looking around for a place to set it down, all she could see was black, with the only light coming from the dance floor beside Yasmin. So she squeezed the skirt between her knees as she reached behind her to untie her top, and after unclasping the white beads, she lowered the halter to expose her chest. Holding her only two items of clothing, she walked back to Yasmin to put them on the small shelf next to her bag.

"How does it feel? And don't give me any of that 'normal' bullshit."

"Wasn't plannin' on it..."

With nerves on edge, she heard someone about to interrupt them, so Emi hid at the end of the free-standing shelf, hoping it would be enough to hide her nakedness. A woman walked into the hallway and past her; just as the man, who was previously in the bathroom, came out from behind her and walked towards the club. Neither one of them paid her any mind as if she didn't seem at a place. Not aware that she was holding her breath, Emi breathed out a sigh of relief.

Itching for another taste of adventure, however, she decided to give a show for the camera during this moment of privacy. She strutted up to Yasmin as if she was a runway model, spun quickly so her hair would fly through the air, and shimmied her hips down the corridor with her four inch heels clacking on the cement. By the time she looked back to Yasmin, another man was just stopping at the shelf where she had been standing. Thinking this guy could have spotted her, Emi retreated further down the hallway behind some potted plants. Feeling trapped, she just had to wait him out.

The man, shown only by the light of his phone, patiently waited while leaning against the wall. As Emi felt her boldness start to rise again, she stepped out to the middle of the hallway and meandered closer to where he was standing. Turning and backing up to the wall next to him, she hoped she was covered by the darkness. When they exchanged a quick "hello" and nothing more came of it, she had gotten her wish but immediately wished she hadn't. She wanted to see how close she could get to him until he discovered her secret, but before she could think of anything to say, however, someone came out of the stall on Emi's other side. As the door opened, she could see the light from the bathroom move across the floor and threaten to expose her toes, before it went black.

She thought she'd be more comfortable than this in public without any clothes. However, the fear made her heart race, and the new layer of sweat on her body had nothing to do with dancing. Emi figured she'd never been naked in a place so public, so far from home, and somewhere nudity is so out of place. So when the occupant walked past her, as if Emi wasn't there, her relief was immeasurable. That was until she realized she was standing directly across from the other bathroom door, which would surely reveal her true self.

"Aren't you gonna go in?"

"Excuse me?" Emi questioned.

"Aren't you in line?"

"Oh, it's okay. You go."

The man passed by her not seeming to notice her state of undress either. Thinking this was for the best, she decided she had enough of an adventure and she was ready to call it a night. Starting for Yasmin and her clothes, she was stopped by another woman who just entered the hallway. Trapped again, what else could Emi do but turn around and walk back into the black of the hall. Meanwhile, the newcomer sighed and leaned against the wall to wait for her turn.

Feeling the plant next to her was actually synthetic, she got curious to see what else was in the darkness. Emi let her fingers explore and found shelving on the back wall, filled with fake plants. Hoping enough time had passed to clear the hallway, she slowly turned and made her way up to where the woman had been waiting. Unable to make out any forms in the dim lighting, Emi wondered if she had left, and not noticing the guy she was speaking with earlier had open the door behind her, he walked right into her bare back.

"Oh, sorry." He retreated a half step in surprise but wasn't able to keep his strong hands from feeling out into the darkness. His heavy fingers slid across her smooth skin, reading her movements, as Emi turned to meet him. "You're nak... I-I'm sorry."

Emi noticed the adherent touch of someone who had just washed his hands. His fingers were still investigating her stomach and chest for a second or two after giving his apology.

"Ar-are you okay miss?"'

"Oh yes, thank you."

"Did somethin' happened to your clothes?"

"Yes!" Emi didn't know what she was going to say next, but what else could she have said. No they're fine; I just prefer not to wear 'em.

"Are we gonna stand around out here and chat all night or can some of us use the bathroom?" The woman asked.

Surprised that she was still there, Emi turned to plow the man into the wall while apologizing to the woman as she passed them. With her chest pressed up against the man's thinly vailed abs and his hands holding tight to her sides, Emi heard his breathing start to quicken.

"Sorry." She whispered into his chest. "Kind of an unusual way to pick up a guy I guess."

"That's okay. I like unusual."

"Um yeah. I should get back to my friend." Emi nodded her head towards Yasmin before stepping back.

"Okay. Um, can I at least give you my shirt?" She sensed him cross his hands and grabbed the hem of his tight shirt before Emi reached her hands out to his eight-pack to stop him.

"No-no. One of us needs to keep our clothes on if my boyfriend's gonna believe I'm not cheating."

"Yeah, I should be gettin' back to my girlfriend too." He said with the slightest hesitation in his voice.

Emi turned and walked slowly towards Yasmin mouthing an exaggerated "WOW." As the man behind her passed to go back to the main room, he palmed her ass cheek and squeezed, making Emi jump and gasp.

"That was so hot."

"Did ya get it all?"

"Yeah do ya wanna see it?" Yasmin pulled the video up before Emi had time to dress, so with her clothes in hand, the little, naked girl snuck in close to her friend. With them both bathed in the colorful, energetic lights of the club, Yasmin hit play.

"What is that light up in the corner?" Emi pointed to the screen and looked back down the corridor, not seeing anything.

"That's gotta be infrared from a security camera."

"No way. So they're... watchin' us right now?" As soon as she got the question out, she knew it was more likely that somebody would only review the tape if something suspicious happened.

"You wanna give 'em a little more of a show?"

The girls shared a mischievous smile and they're lips met.

Chapter 22

The morning sun was out early shining through the passing trees. Meanwhile, warm air filled the space in and around Emi's long sleeve button down, with only the bottom two buttons fastened. Although she was happy enough for the wind to circulate throughout her Jeep, it was a little distracting when it flowed into her open, silk blouse. She loved driving the topless Jeep, but maybe, on her way home, she should take her top off as well. After getting outta town. Emi chuckled to herself, thinking of the alternative.

She pulled into her usual place outside the office, and checking on her half updo in the mirror, Emi brought out the two long tendrils from behind her ears. Jumping down, she tugged at the bottom of her crotch and sighed, remembering she was trying not to do that. Yasmin had restyled the chino shorts from a pair of pants, shortening them enough to just expose the cleft of her ass cheeks, and she knew no amount of pulling was going to make them fit more comfortably.

Before starting for the entrance, Emi made sure that the front of her top was decently tucked into her shorts. It wasn't enough to keep her tiny tits hidden for long, but she thought it looked a little more classy. After she dropped her phone and keys on her desk and headed to the coffee bar for a cup, she turned for the other pair of glass doors that led into the common area outside the offices. She raised her coffee to Mr. Will who was sitting on the couch in the middle of the room, looking dashing in his custom suit.

"Good mornin.'"

"Good morning."

He replied before looking back down at his phone. Emi walked to the fridge to deposit a Tupperware container, and when she moved back to the doors to head to her desk, he called out to get her attention. About to push on the handle bar with her free hand, he was getting a great view of her cheeks trying to peek out under the shorts.