Extreme Simplicty Project 01

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Hi. My name is Janice, Janice Butler. At almost 24 (I wrote this story like a couple years ago) and almost 5-1 tall, 92 to 95 pounds, I'm a slender petite woman with long dirty blonde hair and get my share of looks from men. Oh, cobalt blue eyes, cute face, firm and perky B-cup boobs, slender hips, shapely legs, a great little ass, and a wide thigh gap that kinda continues between my ass cheeks. My asshole is seldom hidden between my firm ass cheeks. My cleanly shaved pussy has those rare long, greatly protruding, dark inner pussy lips, and my clit protrudes from my barely there hood. That rounds out my description.

Chapter 1 More money? Yes, please.

It was a Monday, and I saw something on the local news, but only half paid attention, something about 'The Extreme Simplicity Project' being approved in my town, my county in the Bay area of California. I hadn't paid attention and didn't know much about it. I noticed mentions of it popping up in my social media feed, probably because of my location. One post mentioned, 'Add 50% to your current income as a participant in the 'The Extreme Simplicity Project.'

I clicked on the link And browsed through the site. There was some information, like it's a five year project. They're looking for residents that have no reason to leave the city limits, that could participate for the full five year term of the study, and stating participants would receive a 50% supplement to their current income and special housing provided by the project. Participants would live an extremely simplified life under the project rules and guidelines, 'Interested? Click to fill out the application.'

I clicked out of curiosity, I could really use the bump in pay. The application was a series of screens with questions. It started with general information like name, gender, age, address. The next page wanted employment information. I listed my employer as 'Bucky's Tavern,' as 'bartender/server.'

Then a screen with like logistical questions appeared. It started with a list of shops in the area from groceries to cosmetics, and asked me to select favorites. It asked, 'Do you consider 1.87 miles to work walking distance?' Do you consider 1.17 miles to the grocery store walking distance?" It asked the same question for several other locations. I clicked yes for all of them.

And finally, 'Could you guarantee to not leaving Santa Clara County for five years?' I thought a bit and decided I could live with that. That was followed by a personality questionnaire, assigning a numeric value to various traits like outgoing, exhibitionist, adventurous. I chose '10' on all those.

I added a couple pics of myself.

Then came a screen that outlined, 'As a participant you'd be giving up most all modern conveniences. They will be removed from your home and put in storage, ranging from electronics, clothing to personal transportation. You will be allowed a minimal amount of certain personal items in project housing. Do you agree?" I clicked 'Yes.' That was followed by the last screen, "I understand that if selected, I agree to participate in the project and follow all project rules and guidelines.' I clicked, 'Yes.' Then I submitted the application.

I was just starting to get ready for work Friday afternoon when I received a call, the caller ID said 'Simplicity Project.' I answered,"Hello?"

From the other end. "Hi. This is April Martin. Am I talking with Janice Butler?"

I replied, "That's me."

She replied, "Great. You've been chosen as a participant in the Simplicity Project. Would Sunday be a good day for us to pack up your home for storage and move approved items to your project housing? Say about 7:00am?"

I was excited to be chosen, "Sunday would work for me."

"Awesome," she replied, "We're so glad you'll be participating. It'll be a personal adventure for you. I'll see you Sunday.

Chapter 2 Life gets simplified?

Sunday morning I was dressed and ready. April and two other women showed up about 7:00. A truck was dropping off one of those Pods storage cubicles in an empty parking spot. April introduced herself and the two other women. The first thing she asked, "Could I have your phone please?"

I handed her my phone. One of the others took it. She started setting me up with a different phone. Then April handed the list of everything to be removed. First on the list was electronics, televisions, internet equipment, tablets, computers and smart phones. The others starting packing everything, even the TV's off the walls. I was handed a simple flip phone without a camera, not even text capability. My sim card, number and contacts we're transferred from my iPhone.

Next on the list was all clothing including footwear and outwear was to be removed. April smiled, "Including what you're wearing now." I kicked off my sneakers, pulled off my socks. The women came in with cardboard boxes, heading to my bedroom. I lifted my t-shirt up over my head and dropped it to the floor. My shorts were next, pulling them down and stepping out of them. I paused.

April smiled, "It's all going away." I nodded and started unhooking my bra, removing it. Then My thumbs in the waistband, I lowered my panties and stepped out of them. One of the women came by with a box of clothes and added the stuff from the floor, then out to the Pod.

Then April asked for the keys to my car, "Most the other participants are having us sell their car for them rather than storing it for five years."

I nodded, "That makes sense." I was watching as every item in my furnished apartment was being packed and hauled out. They would be canceling my lease for me.

Then, standing there naked, April handed me a ring to wear, "It has a GPS locator, and tracks bio-metric information." Then she handed me a new tablet. It automatically starts up with the 'Extreme Simplicity Project' app. That's all it does, gives me messages I can reply too, gives me a place to register my thoughts and comments, and it collects the data from the ring.

We toured my apartment together. It was really totally emptied out, not a thing of mine remained. I was handed a box of my toiletries from the bathroom and my little file box of personal documents. I asked, "So, I was going to work this afternoon?"

April nodded, "Bucky's Tavern is aware you'll be showing up naked. We'll be working with them handling your 50% boost in pay."

I nodded, "And I guess walking is my mode of transportation?"

She nodded, "Yeah. The GPS data collected by the ring will show if you travel in excess 10 miles per hour." She paused, "Let's go out and lock up your Pod."

I stepped out of my apartment and followed her down the two flights of stairs to the Ground floor and out to the parking lot. Now I really felt naked. I looked in the Pod. It was all packed neatly, then April shut the door and added a padlock. She handed me the keys.

The driver from Pods loaded my Pod on his truck and headed off. The other women got in my car and drove off with it. Then April and I got in her car and took off. Driving into an industrial, mostly warehousing area she pulled up to a fenced in vacant lot with tall grass, some undergrowth and small trees. Surrounded by streets and sidewalks, two of them are major thoroughfares with traffic lights at that intersection where the gate is.

Inside the gate I saw about a dozen naked people, mostly men. They were setting up tents A stack of boxes with new tents was located by the gate. Also by the gate were four of those contractor Porta-Johns on one side, a cluster of outdoor showers and a water faucet were on the other side.

April gave me the code to open the gate, "I'm sure the guys will be glad to assist you setting up your new home. Welcome to the Extreme Simplicity Project." I hopped out with my box of toiletries little file box. I stood naked on the sidewalk, facing the gate, as she drove off.

One of the naked guys ran up to the gate and held it open for me, "Let me get that box for you. I'm Bob, been here since Friday."

I smiled, "Thank you. I'm Janice. I gotta set up a tent, huh?"

Bob shook his head, "We're gonna have to work together to live here together the next five years. I'll grab another guy and we'll get you setup." He paused, pointing, "See that short orange pole? It has an electrical outlet. You'll want to pick a pole without a tent by it and claim yourself a spot."

I looked around, then pointed, "That spot between the showers and that nice tree."

Bob yelled out, "Hey Frank! Come meet Janice. Let's get her home setup."

Frank started towards us, then two more guys followed to help. They grabbed one of the tent boxes and started unpacking all the parts. It was a job for four guys to put one together. The roof section had to face correctly and hooked to legs all the way around, a cable holding up the gable, and cables to ground anchors, one at each pole, two at corner poles.

It was a huge twenty by twenty five gable roof with the very top at probably ten feet up, maybe five foot up at long edges, the wall sections of the tent sides we're hanging inside. Those wall sections were all screen material, zippered in place, then the floor rolled out and zippered to the sides. More anchors to hold the floor in place. The floor, the tent itself was only ten by ten, with five foot extra roof on three sides, and ten foot on the front as a covered porch. The screen sides meant the entire space was open air and no privacy.

I gave the guys each a big hug and "Thank you." Then I asked, "Where are we? I have to be at work by 4:00."

Frank asked, "Where do you work?"

I asked him, the other guys, "You know Bucky's Tavern?"

Another guy, Jimmy, "I knew I knew you. Bartender in the bar area, right?" I nodded, then he continued, pointing, "That street, that way to El Camino, then right. You're in for a hike."

I nodded, "Yeah, they calculated it at just under two miles."

Jimmy smiled, "Yeah, Draw a straight line, it is. What time do you get off work?"

I answered, "Midnight. Over two miles, huh?"

Jimmy smiled, "Yeah, but we get to walk naked. I'll be there to walk you home, that time of night."

I asked, "What about cops, going around naked?"

Frank answered, "When your ring loses connection to your tablet a little light flashes blue, like every ten seconds. That identifies you as part of the Project to the cops. We've been out shopping already. The other guy, Sam, ran off to his home tent, and ran back with an extension cord, "You'll need to borrow this, There's a little zipper port in the back of your tent. For your chargers."

I smiled, "Thank you. I'll get out and shop tomorrow."

A couple of the naked women came over to meet me. Julie introduced herself, "We've learned to stand back out of the way when these guys are working. We're putting together a group shopping trip tomorrow. We have others moving in over the next few days, but beds, chairs, tables would sure be handy. There's a camp shop not too far that'll deliver our orders. Then hit the Walmart for towels and food."

Frank added, "They're installing an apartment mail box station to get mail here. We'll have legal addresses to get mail."

I looked at my phone, "Almost 3:00 already. I should leave for work soon."

Frank smiled, "I'll walk with you. I could use a drink or two."

A few minutes later, with that new phone in my bag, we headed out of the gate. As we started up the sidewalk along the busy street. I checked my ring. Sure enough, a tiny blue light was flashing. Walking in a section of town I didn't even know, totally naked, was scary at first, but by the time we reached El Camino, it was different.

Frank pointed out the bank on the corner, "A good landmark to know where to turn."

I nodded, "Did you know we'd be living together in a tent community when you signed up?"

He shook his head, "None of us knew that. We suspected we'd be naked and no electronics, most figured we'd be giving up cars." He paused, "I'm surprised you chose to be at the big intersection."

I laughed, "Jealous my bedroom is next to the bathroom?" I paused, "Have you noticed how many people stand by the fence and watch us?"

Frank nodded, "We're probably on the news, attracting people. For all we know, all the security cameras, we could be live on the internet."

Getting to the restaurant, I smiled, "Meet you in the bar. I have to go in the back door for my locker and clock in." I watched him walk in the front entrance. Checking the time when I stepped in the back door to Bucky's, it was about 3:40 on the time clock. I clocked in for my shift. I also got whistles and applause from the kitchen crew. I just waved as I walked through the kitchen. Then I went through the door and up a step to the area behind the bar. Behind the bar I was a step taller. Those seated at the bar got the naked view, from the tables they only saw above the waist. Frank came over and took a seat at the bar getting a lot of attention.

The two guys behind the bar whistled when they noticed me naked. Rick smiled, "Whoa damn." Doug dropped the glass in his hand when he saw me, it breaking in one of the sinks, Customers along the bar, mostly guys, smiled. And I got my share of compliments.

A couple guys asked why I was naked. I'd reply the same every time, "I'm a participant in the 'Extreme Simplicity Project.' I usually get asked, "That requires you be naked?" or something like that. I'd nod, "No clothes, no electronics, no transportation, live in a tent city, walk everywhere I have to go."

On the other hand, while getting served, nobody wanted to talk with Frank sitting there naked.

I started making runs out to the tables for drink orders and running them out when they were ready. I was very aware of how naked I was dealing with people seated at tables. But I did have great little conversations, and I don't know how many requests for my number. Some from regulars that hardly looked at me when I worked in jeans and t-shirt.

And, damn, the tips. The fifteen percent customers, the men, now averaging fifty percent. A Sunday evening, and I could have the best take ever. Frank left after an hour, waving at me as he headed to the door. I had a busy evening as most customers, mostly men, seemed to hang around longer than normal. The place remained packed.

Even when Jimmy arrived, as promised, about 11:00. The tables were still all taken, one bar stool was available for him. Rick asked him, "You must be part of that Simplicity Project too?"

Jimmy smiled, "Yeah. Her getting off at midnight, I thought I'd escort her home. long ways in the dark, and her naked."

Rick, "Yeah. What can I get you? On the house."

Jimmy ordered a vodka tonic, then Rick got busy with drink orders. The bar closed and tabs closed out at 11:45 I started helping Rick and Doug clean up behind the bar. Rick was talking with Jimmy at that end of the bar. After I clocked out, I saw Jimmy and Rick fist bump before he followed me out the front door.

Chapter 3 Street lights and onlookers.

We talked as we walked back to our tent city community. Once there, some people still hanging around the fence looking inside, we entered and checked the gate was secure. I told Jimmy, "Thank you for walking me home. Good night."

The first thing I found out, the only place to wash up is the showers, in the cold night air. I wasn't getting wet. Not without towels. I hit the Porta-John then stretched out on the floor of my tent.

The things you notice at night you don't during the noise, and as busy we were during the day. On the pole at the corner was a bright street light. Great for at the gate, but it shines brightly in my tent. Wherever I decide to sleep, on the floor, I'm in the spotlight. Great for safety. Not sure I'll get used to it for sleeping.

The traffic lights are fun to watch. But that intersection is busy, even at night. A lot of trucks with warehouses and production places running day and night. The other thing I didn't notice, behind a couple of overgrown shrubby plants, the bus stop. People congregate on the sidewalk just down from my tent.

That added to the group gathered along the fence looking in at the naked tent community. There was probably thirty guys along the fence watching me, whistling and making comments. And after today, I so wanted the release of a good orgasm. I guess, not tonight.

I checked that tablet for messages. There was just one welcoming me to the Project with an update that six new members will be joining us tomorrow. Then I clicked on the FAQs button. 'Things allowed, not allowed.' I was looking at approved items in furnishings and bedding. Basically, anything that covers your body, like sheets, blankets or sleeping bags are not allowed. Mattresses and cushions are okay. I was relieved to see my hair dryer was allowed.

I put the tablet away and stretched out on the tent floor. I laid there watching the traffic lights in the cold night air, doing my best to ignore my audience. My hand made its way down to my pussy, the traffic light was green, so I started to lightly play with myself.

I started running a finger up and down my lips. When the light turned red, I stopped. Green light, I started again, getting my juices flowing touching my clit. Red light, I stopped again, impatiently waiting. Green light, more one finger play but entering my pussy again, touching my clit again. Red light, I stopped and waited. I was teasing and torturing my pussy towards a huge orgasm. Many Green lights later, I got vocal, hit by an immense orgasm, "OHHHHHH GOD! YESSSSS! YESSSSSSS! YESSSSsssss!"

Some of the guys outside the fence watching me started to applaud and make comments. I didn't care because, now I could fall asleep.

Monday morning, and one of my days off work, I looked towards the street, at the people looking at me. Looking the other way, towards the front of my tent, the four women were on their way to my tent. I sat up and greeted them.

Julie smiled, "Ready to go shopping?"

I nodded, "How bad do I look?"

They laughed. Julie grinned, "Pretty damn bad. But, until you have towels I wouldn't shower. Simplicity means only cold water. You have to dry off quickly."

I fixed my hair a bit without a mirror, "Let's go."

We walked up to El Camino, then a left turn. A huge camping and sporting goods shop was just a couple blocks down. We got a lot of attention, five fit naked women in our twenties walking beside the major boulevard. Stepping in the store a sales person followed us taking down what we wanted to order in separate orders.

We were passing by picnic tables. I asked, "How many of us will there be?"

Brenda answered, "There's twenty four tents." I smiled, "What about these picnic tables in the center of the community, a social maybe cook together spot?"

She asked, "And drink together?"

I nodded, "I like your thinking. If I buy these, the guys can put these together?"

Brenda nodded, "They have hand tools, nothing power." I added three picnic tables to my order.

We spent a couple hours in that store putting together our orders and paying. They were scheduling our delivery for between 2:00 and 4:00pm. Then we walked another block to the Walmart. We walked in together and agreed to wait and meet up just outside that entrance. We each grabbed a cart. I started with finding a mirror, then a couple toiletries to compensate for not having a vanity sink. Then I headed to find towels. And grabbed a broom with a dustpan.

I figured that was enough stuff to carry back, time to get some food. I ran into Brenda, who was hit with the same realization. We have no refrigeration for perishable foods. Cereal, but no milk? Bread, but no meat, cheese, most veggies? Nothing to cook with yet, either.

Brenda asked, "I wonder if the guys had thought about any of this?"