NudieUnicorn
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 25, 2020
Night At Antonio's Lady's Club
space Meredith Nickle bit her lower lip... and untied her fuzzy grey bathrobe. She shrugged out of the robe and let it fall into her hands, she folded it and put it in the clothes hamper, sighing as the feeling of being naked and moving across the room registered in the core of her - she was completely naked, doing things! She closed the lid of her wicker clothes hamper and went to her closet. From her shoe tree, she retrieved her black round-toe, thick heeled black shoes, the ones with the buckles. Barefoot, she stepped into her shoes and sat on the edge of her bed, and buckled them. She was now naked wearing shoes. She took a few exaggerated steps, imagined what it would be like to walk down the street, naked, wearing only these shoes... She put her hands on her hips and looked at herself in the mirror of her closet door... and bit her lip again. She walked back to her dresser, looking at her reflection over her shoulder, and her butt as she walked away from the reflection...
space She refocused on the task at hand. She slid open her underwear drawer... looked at the immaculately folded underwear... and paused... "No," she said, and drew a sharp breath through her nose. "No, not today." She closed the underwear drawer without taking anything.
space She walked across the plush carpet of her bedroom and back to her closet. She found her grey double-breasted jacket and skirt, took both items off the hanger and stepped into the skirt, zipped it up the side. She shrugged into the suit coat and buttoned it. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't tell that she was naked under her coat except for a skirt, but she felt more naked than usual when she dressed for going out.
space Twice before now, she had gone to Antonio's dressed the same way. Though the first time she had worn a pinstripe.
space Double checking her hair in the mirror, neatly tied back into a tight dark brown bun, slightly playful curls in front of her ears out of place, because she was trying to seem more "fun"... breathing hard, she thought, no, maybe that's too much, and tucked one of the loose locks of hair back behind her ear. There.
She went to her bedroom door, turned off the lights, and stepped into the hall... then came back into the bedroom, turned the lights back on, smoothed out the bed where she had sat down, then turned off the lights and stepped into the hall again. She closed the door to her bedroom, got her purse and her keys from the table in the hall, and was ready to head out to Antonio's to, ostensibly, pick up her roommate from work... when she got off shift in an hour and a half.
space Outside of Antonio's, there were a group of three nuns, circling each other with protest signs, things talking about sinners and Sodom and Gomorrah and the like. They were always there, it seemed. Standing a few feet away from the nuns was a transvestite in gaudy makeup, a nun's outfit and Mardi Gras beads - a member of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, a transvestite human rights group. The solitary sister held a sign with an arrow pointing toward the three protesting nuns. The sign with the arrow said "I'm With Stupid".
space Meredith tried not to make eye contact with anyone and hurried into the club, only stopping long enough for Tiny, the bouncer, to check her ID.
space She spotted her roommate, Stephani, the server.
space "Hey, Merry! How are you?" Stephani was naked. Naked and barefoot, aside from a bow-tie and collar, detached cuffs, and a garter with various bills on her left her thigh.
space "I'm uh..." she cleared her throat, a soft, mousing sound. "I'm okay." She looked at the ground, flitting her eyes up to look at Stephani, in all her nakedness. She bit her lower lip. "I um, I'm early. I'm, uh... you know..." her voice trailed off and she pointed at the bar.
space "Yeah...?" Stephani grinned. This was a weekly occurrence. "Well, why don't go order a drink, I got another hour here, sweety, yeah?"
space Meredith nodded vigorously and mouthed "okay" though no sound came out, and hustled toward the bar, taking her usual seat at the left side of the bar. She needed a drink, she felt sweaty and out of breath already. There were two other similarly naked servers who greeted her by name. She smiled, though couldn't meet their eyes, and waved, through her hand stayed holding onto the strap of her purse with a hooked thumb as she waved. She sat on the bar-stool, being sure to smooth out her skirt over her butt before she sat down, so she wouldn't wrinkle it. She took her walled out of her purse, set it on the bar counter in front of her (lined it up so it was parallel with the edge of the bar), and hung her purse on the hook in front of the bar stool, under the counter. She folded her hands on the edge of the bar counter, crossed her legs, unfolded her hands and tugged at her skirt to make sure it was straight, and refolded her hands, and breathed.
space She took a deep, calming breath, just like her therapist had showed her, and made eye contact with the bartender, smiling.
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