Naked At The Beach House

by G. Lawrence

A young woman finds herself betrayed

This is a story that I started two years ago but never flushed out until recently. It's a reluctance/nonconsent ENF fantasy, so let's not get overly serious about it. There is nudity, handcuffs, sex, and intimidation, but no violence. All of the characters are over 18 years old.

Author's note: this entry is not as deeply edited as I usually do. I can only say that it's deliberate and hope readers will cut me some slack.

"This weekend is going to be so much fun," Janet said as we parked in front of a two-story beach house in North Bay. It was a nice spring morning with a blue sky, miles from civilization.

"How did you get such a great place?" I asked, for all of the homes on this stretch of coastline were very exclusive.

"My cousin works for a real estate company," Janet explained. "This house has been on the market since last winter. They let people stay here from time to time, and now it's our turn."

"When are Cissy and Debra expected?" I inquired, for I hadn't seen them since our meeting in the office on Wednesday.

"They'll be here this afternoon with the food and sleeping bags," Janet said.

"Sleeping bags?" I wondered.

"The house is empty. I brought wine and snacks. They'll bring the rest, including our project notes."

"The project notes?" I questioned, thinking this was a vacation.

"Our team needs to file the forecasts on Dobson Acquisitions. Mr. Kemper says the company needs this contract bad. We can't afford any mistakes."

"I know all that. I've been on Dobson since project development transferred me from Portland," I assured her.

"Yes, you've done great work," Janet agreed.

We got out of her car, leaving it at the curb so Cissy and Debra could use the driveway, having an ice chest to move. I had my overnight bag and a big towel, but not much else. Janet didn't have much more other than a tote from Trader Joe's with the wine.

"I'll get the key. It's in a box outside the service porch," Janet said, rushing off. A few minutes later, she opened the front door.

My name is Wendy Topper, twenty-five years old at the time, with light brown hair down to my shoulders, dark brown eyes, a nice figure, and a bit on the thin side, only being 5'3 and 110 pounds. I had been a financial analyst with Kemper & Sons since graduating college four years before, first in San Diego, then Portland, and now in Santa Cruz. We specialized in laying the groundwork for large construction projects, confirming the rights to the land, securing permits, and arranging contracts. Mr. Kemper had assigned me to Janet's team when they got bogged down in red tape, but that was getting fixed now.

The large house was beautiful. Polished oak floors, a high ceiling, a new kitchen off to the left, and a great view of the beach through sliding glass doors. To my right was a large bathroom and a private office. The Pacific Ocean was about fifty yards away. A staircase led to bedrooms on the 2nd floor.

"We should be comfortable here," Janet said, setting her wine tote on the kitchen counter. I saw a long couch, several easy chairs, and a glass coffee table, with the dining area off to the side. All very sparse, however. It appeared the house had been empty for several months.

"I should think so," I agreed, putting my bag next to hers. "What should we do first?"

"No work for now. I left my laptop in the car," she answered. "Let's go down to the water."

We found a stack of beach chairs on the back patio that Janet washed off with a garden hose and then trekked fifty yards across the sand down to the surf. The closest houses were some distance to the south. I didn't see any houses to the north, where a tall cliff blocked that end of the beach. There were sail boats and cargo ships off in the distance. There weren't any other beachgoers or surfers. We saw seagulls. Janet and I settled in and opened the wine. She was in a black one-piece bathing suit and sandals. I was barefoot, wearing my favorite polka dot bikini.

"Nice boobs, dear," Janet observed.

"Not so nice as yours," I complimented. She was tall and elegant at 5'8 with carefully coifed gold hair and dark eyes. She tended to use her charm more than her intelligence to get by, and with those large breasts, the men gave her plenty of attention. My B-cups were plump but not prominent. And quite frankly, it had been a while since anyone noticed. I hadn't even dated in a year.

After two glasses each, it was time for a swim. The water wasn't too cold for late spring, though I preferred the summer. Not that I'd had much leisure time lately, spending countless hours on research and crunching numbers. We frolicked and I body surfed. Janet found her phone, taking selfies of us. It was the first time Janet and I had ever spent time together outside of work.

"I'm ready for snacks and a shower. What do you think?" Janet asked.

"Sounds good," I agreed, going back to the house and pausing on the porch.

"Our suits are full of sand. We can't track it in the house," she advised. She rinsed off with the garden hose, jumping from the cold water, and then hosed me down as well. I hooted as the spray washed over me.

"A hot shower is going to feel great after this," she said. "Let's leave these sandy towels outside. You can use the shower upstairs; I'll get clean towels from the car."

As Janet headed for the front door, I went up the wooden stairs to the second floor still wearing my damp bikini. Each room had a bed and dressers, but no sheets or blankets. The first bathroom on my right was also bare, with no towels and only a little bit of toilet paper left. I wondered if Janet had thought to bring any.

Just as Janet predicted, the shower felt wonderful. In a big fancy house like this, I didn't need to worry about running out of hot water. I soon felt clean and relaxed. I wondered where Janet was with the clean towels.

I looked out from the shower stall, hoping to see a towel waiting for me on the sink, and thinking I should have brought my overnight bag up. I did not see a towel. I also did not see my bikini.

"Janet?" I called out. "Janet, I need the towel."

There was no answer. Where had she gone?

This was going to be so embarrassing, creeping down the stairs buck-naked, though I didn't see any other choice. I was sorry now to have shaved my pussy, wishing for the protection my pubic hair had provided, but I hadn't wanted wild hairs sticking out from under my bathing suit. I used my hands to cup my breasts.

"Janet, I need the towel," I requested. "Janet? Janet?"

I reached the bottom of the stairs, emerging into the living room. Janet wasn't there. Either was my overnight bag or the Trader Joe's tote bag. Everything was missing.

"Janet, this isn't funny," I said, searching the ground floor. There were only empty rooms. With a sudden sense of foreboding, I rushed to the front door and looked outside. Janet's car wasn't there.

Oh, god. What is this? I questioned in panic. What's happening?

I retreated into the house, locking the door, and saw a business card on the dining room table. It was Janet's handwriting on the back, reading, "Hey, bitch, you shouldn't have tried to take credit for my work. P.S., don't get arrested."

What the fuck? I hadn't stolen any of her work. If anything, she had been stealing mine! I put in the long hours. I had stacks of reports. My calculations had pushed Dobson forward when her team had stalled. All Janet ever did was flirt with the managers.

This was bad. I realized now Janet had probably broken into the house. I was trespassing. In wealthy areas like this, they probably had enhanced security. What could I do? How could I get home? My purse was in my overnight bag along with my wallet and phone. And I was stranded. Naked.

The first thing to do was explore the house. Find something to cover myself with, but Janet had planned for that. There was nothing, not even scraps. I didn't even find paper towels. Come to think of it, there hadn't even been a bathmat upstairs. I had seen videos where naked women locked outside of their houses had used doormats to cover themselves. I looked outside on the front porch. No doormat.

Then I heard a car. Was Janet coming back? Had this just been a cruel joke? Or maybe Cissy and Debra had finally arrived with the food and sleeping bags. I kept the door mostly closed, looking out. It was a silver van pulling into the driveway. Two young men and two young women about my age. I didn't recognize them.

Oh, fuck!

I considered running out the back door, but then what? Naked on a deserted beach? Maybe pervert neighbors? Or cops? I needed time to think, dashing upstairs as I heard them enter. Curious, I paused on the landing, peeking down. I could see half of the kitchen and most of the living room.

"Bring enough booze?" one of the guys asked, a thick fellow with slick black hair and Popeye arms.

"Don't worry, Jimmy. Enough to last the week," his tall, handsome friend said, with shaggy blond hair and deep blue eyes. He looked like a classic surfer type. The girls were pretty, too. Medium height wearing expensive designer clothes and dragging suitcases. The taller was a redhead, slender with big tits. Her friend was a bit thicker, her golden-brown hair tied back in a ponytail. By the large suitcases, I realized they had come to stay for a while.

"Jeff, get the other ice chest," the taller woman said. "And the box with our sheets and blankets. Susie and I will make the beds while you stock the refrigerator."

"Sounds like a plan, Mindy," Jeff acknowledged, going back out with Jimmy.

There was a lot of noise and rustling about. I edged against the wall, not wanting to be seen, trying to come up with a plan. The guys returned loaded down with all kinds of stuff. The girls grabbed a large bag, dumping the contents on the couch.

"Enough for three beds," Melinda announced. "Susie and I will take the master suite. Jeff, take your old room overlooking the beach. Jimmy can have the guest room, though Susie and I may let him visit us."

"You gay girls are so weird," Jeff laughed. "If you like pussy so much, why let a guy in your bed?"

"A little variety never hurts," Susie answered.

"I like pussy," Jeff mentioned.

"You're too straight, Jeffie," Melinda replied. "Besides, if your father caught you in bed with two lesbians, he'd disinherit you."

"I have $10,000,000 in my trust fund. I don't need Dad's charity," Jeff defended.

"But $500,000,000 would be better, wouldn't it?" Susie pressed.

"Dad's in great shape. He's not going anywhere," Jeff insisted.

The girls gathered the bedding and started up the stairs. Oh, shit! What was I supposed to do? I'd seen the upstairs. There were four bedrooms, and they were only using three. I couldn't hide in the master suite, or the one watching the beach. That left two smaller rooms, one with its own bath, the other without. Jimmy would want a bathroom. I snuck into the other, hiding in the closet.

The girls chatted away. They were rich, graduates of Vasser, and only worked to stay busy, assistants in the Admonson Art Gallery in downtown San Jose. Melissa was an art historian. Susie a photographer. Jeff worked for his father, though I didn't catch the name. Jimmy was in real estate and doing quite well. The girls spoke of his sexual abilities as if very familiar with them. They didn't say much about Jeff. He seemed a bit more conservative, not inclined to a swinger lifestyle. I held my breath, hoping not to be discovered. But in my fear, I bumped the closet door. I heard Melinda stop.

"Did you hear that?" she said.

"Hear what?" Susie asked.

"There was a noise. Jesus, I think there's someone in the house!" Melinda shouted. In seconds they were running down the stairs. "Jeff! Jeff! There's a man upstairs!"

"Hold on," Jeff said. "I'll get my gun from the car."

There was more commotion. I grew frantic. Was there a way out? Not that I could think of. Maybe rush into the far bedroom, open the window, and jump out on the sand. And then run. Run where? I was so scared.

"Okay you, come out of there," I heard Jeff say. I pushed the closet door open a crack. Jeff had a gun. Jimmy was holding handcuffs.

"Please don't hurt me," I whimpered, standing up.

"It's a girl," Jimmy said.

"A trespasser. Probably trying to rob the house," Jeff responded. I pushed the door open.

"Goddamn, she's naked!" Jimmy exclaimed, jumping back.

"Maybe on drugs. Handcuff her while I keep her covered," Jeff instructed.

I was pulled out, turned around, and felt my hands handcuffed behind my back. It was humiliating. Jimmy turned me to face them, unable to hide myself.

"Pretty," Jimmy observed. "Shaved, too. That's a nice twat."

"She must be psycho, hiding in my Dad's house like this," Jeff concluded.

"I'm not crazy," I protested. "A co-worker tricked me. She said her cousin arranged for us to stay here."

"Where is this friend?" Jeff asked.

"She drove away and stole my clothes," I replied.

"A likely story. Let's go downstairs and call the security office," Jeff said, taking me by the arm. I was dragged down and posed in front of Melinda and Susie. They were astonished. And then they started to snicker.

"You've really caught one, big guy," Melinda said. "What are you going to do with her?"

"Give her to the cops," Jeff answered, taking out his phone.

"Oh, let's not be rash," Melinda cautioned. "Honey, do you want to be turned over to the beach cops? Perp walked naked to their headquarters? It might be hours before they give you any clothes. Not until after your mug shots."

"No, I don't want that," I confirmed, trying not to cry.

"What are you suggesting?" Jeff asked.

"Maybe this naked slut can render more luscious services?" Melinda answered.

"Luscious services?" Jimmy said, starting to come onboard.

"I see what you mean," Susie cooed, getting close and stroking my bare shoulder. "Let me ask, slut. Do you like sucking cock? How about pussy? Do you lick pussy?"

"I've sucked a little cock," I confessed. "And a little pussy, during a drunken night in college at my dorm. That was a long time ago."

"How about a good hard fuck?" Jimmy asked.

"I'm still a virgin," I answered, looking down. They were stunned, probably disbelieving, but the way I shuddered brought them around. They laughed.

"Okay, here's the deal," Melinda announced. "You'll be our servant for the weekend. Cook, clean, suck cock, lick pussy, and do whatever we tell you to do. In exchange, we won't have you arrested, and the guys won't fuck you. What do you say?"

"Before you answer, let's be clear," Susie added. "You can say no. If you'd rather deal with the cops instead, that's your right. No one is going to force you."

What was there to say? Did I have a choice?

"Okay," I softly agreed.

"This can't really work, can it?" Jimmy questioned.

"I think it can," Melinda decided, giving me a careful study. "What do you say, Jeffie?"

Jeff had a strange look on his face, as if he couldn't believe this was happening. And not entirely as enthusiastic as his friends.

"We can give it a try, but let's not tell my Dad," Jeff reluctantly allowed. "And as for you, you little slut, don't try anything or you'll be back in these cuffs faster than you can say Jack Robinson."

"Jack who?" I asked.

"Never mind," he answered. He went behind me. I felt the cuffs come off and rubbed my wrists.

"Can I have something to wear?" I requested.

"That's not part of the deal, dearie. You stay naked," Melinda declared, getting high-fives. "Now get in the kitchen and put our food away."

For the next two hours, I made beds, used a feather duster to clean the house, and scrubbed the kitchen. Sometimes on my hands and knees. Everyone was looking at my tits and pussy, and though I tried to ignore them, it was flattering in a mortifying sort of way. Everyone had their phones out, taking photos.

"I need to be serviced before dinner," Jimmy suddenly required. I looked up in dread, only seeing smiles. He took me by the arm, grabbed a folding chair off the back porch, and walked me down to the waterfront.

"Time to pay your dues," he said, opening his pants and sitting down. I reluctantly knelt before him, contemplating. It was an okay dick, not real big or too small. Snaky with a round head.

"How do you want this?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"I've only done this a few times, to please guys that weren't worth the effort. The truth is, I'm too driven by my job. Men always want more than I can give them."

"Just do your best," he urged. "And if you don't want to do this, use your safety word."

"Safety word?"

"Yeah. Say, 'Call the cops."

That was mean. I bent over, using my hands to start, and slowly lowered my lips as he grew hard. It wasn't so bad. He didn't yank my hair or get rough, as I feared. After a time, he leaned back and let me go at my own pace. When he came, I used my hands to complete the job. I wasn't swallowing anything and he seemed to get that.

"How was she?" Melinda asked when we reentered the house.

"She tried her best," Jimmy replied. Not a ringing endorsement.

"My turn," Melinda decided. She took my hand, led me upstairs, and took off her clothes, lying on the bed. And then she spread her legs.

I hadn't seen a woman's pussy in years, and didn't have much of a memory of it, having been drunk at the time. I crawled on the bed, put my head between her thighs, and slowly tasted the folds of her vagina. They were smooth. Compact. The clit popped out from under the hood. Melinda was actually a very attractive woman. Athletic. Good muscle tone. But it wasn't easy for me. It was weird.

"Dear heart, this might seem strange to you, but we girls do this a lot," she explained, and not in a harsh voice. "It's not just sex. It's an act of love."

"I don't want to disappoint you," I replied. And I didn't. As terrible as my circumstances were, they could be worse. Because of Janet, I could be sitting naked in a jail cell. Or I might still be in Jeff's handcuffs, soiled and abused. I could be running down the beach bare ass, chased by some freaky kidnapper. As strange as it sounded, I felt safe in this house. I knew they wouldn't hurt me.

I sought to find the right spots and rhythms, Melinda using her hands to guide me. Though I wasn't a lesbian, many of my old college chums were. I had never judged them or questioned their lifestyle. It was a matter of pride to me now that I stand by my principles.

It took a while, but I gradually felt Melinda reacting. She was breathing heavier. Squirming. Moaning. I heard her mutter, "Oh, god," several times. It was kind of exciting, knowing that I could do this to her. I tried harder. Giving my best effort. I wanted to please her. Suddenly, I felt my mouth flood with her juices. Her hips bucked, her hands clutched in my hair, and she moaned with an intense pleasure that made me jealous. It was something I had never experienced.

"Thank you," she mumbled, releasing her grip. "If you want to clean up in the bathroom, that's okay."

I took the invitation, showering in the master bath. There were towels now. I dried off, but left the towel on the rack, going downstairs naked. As I was required to do. The guys were sitting around the dining room table waiting for dinner.

Fortunately, I was a good cook. There were pork chops, broccoli, and red potatoes. I had made many meals for my father when he was sick. Before he passed away, leaving me an orphan. Melinda walked in, only to see four pork chops.

"Make dinner for yourself," she ordered. "The same meal you're making for us. And you're going to sit at the table with us. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," I answered.

"Do you drink? Wine? Beer? Cocktails?"

"Yes, I do," I confessed.

"Then you'll be drinking with us, too. That food looks good."

She went back to the dining room. The food did look good. I took pride in my cooking.

We sat around the table. The sun had set in glorious colors. The temperature was nice. I wondered if they'd let me take a naked walk on the beach later.

"I'm surprised you didn't put rat poison in our potatoes," Jimmy said.

"I couldn't find any in the garage," I responded, making them laugh.

"Tell us how you really got here," Susie pressed.

Hesitantly, because it was so embarrassing, I told them how Janet lured me to the beach, stole my clothes, and wanted to get me arrested. I showed them the business card with Kemper & Sons on one side, Janet's note on the other.

"What's this business she's talking about?" Jimmy asked.

"I can't talk about that. It's proprietary," I replied.

"Are you a corporate officer?" he questioned.

"No, just an analyst. But I have access to confidential information," I explained. "I'll probably be fired after this, but I still have obligations."

"Fired?" Susie asked.

"Janet set me up and I never saw it coming," I answered. "I was so focused on the work that I never saw the politics. She probably has photographs. Our co-workers, Cissy and Debra, were supposed to join us here. They never did. I'm sure they're in on it, too. They'll probably arrive sometime tonight or tomorrow to have me arrested. At the very least, they were hoping I be caught by some freak and raped."

"Raped! There has been no rape!" Jeff furiously objected.

"Am I to think there won't be a price for clothes and a ride home?" I asked.

They looked embarrassed. I had no doubt that had been their plan. I gathered the dishes, spent my time cleaning up after dinner, and crawled into a corner of the living room to rest. Curled in a ball, I started crying.

I woke up after dark, still on the floor in the corner. Someone had put a blanket over me. There were whispers.

"I feel really bad about this," Susie said.

"Me, too," Melinda muttered.

"You shouldn't have raped her," Jeff complained.

"No one raped her," Jimmy denied. "All she did was suck some cock and lick some snatch. No one made her do it."

"No, she could have been arrested instead. That's called blackmail," Jeff insisted, growing angry.

"You didn't try to stop us," Jimmy pointed out.

"You're right. This is my fault, too," he acknowledged.

I stood up, slowly walked to the dining room table where they were all sitting, and waited for their attention.

"Guys, this is no one's fault but Janet's," I said. "I could have said no. If I had, I think you would have listened. Who wants a drink?"

I went to the kitchen, mixed five scotch and sodas with ice, and went back to the dining room with the blanket still draped over my shoulders. After serving the drinks, I sat down next to Jeff.

"We made an agreement," I continued. "I would be your servant for the weekend in exchange for your help. Your naked servant. I always keep my promises."

I dropped the blanket off, sitting nude before them. I sipped my drink.

"Wendy, we went too far. We all know that," Melinda apologized.

"That's not exactly true," I disagreed.

"How so?" Susie asked.

"When Jimmy took me out on the beach, I got excited," I admitted. "I won't say it was fun. Sorry, Jimmy, it wasn't fun. But there was something about it. About not being in control. I've never had that. I'm always in control. Mindy, in your bedroom, that was about love, just like you said. I felt it. And I never get to feel that. I'm not sorry about what happened, but I am sorry about losing my job. When I tell my story, and Janet tells her story, she'll have Cissy and Debra backing her up. No one is going to believe me. I'll need to start over someplace else."

"Let's go for a walk," Jeff suddenly said, standing up and reaching out. He picked the blanket up off the floor and led me out the sliding glass doors. He was dressed in khaki slacks and a loose aloha shirt. I wasn't.

The night was cool but not unpleasant. The sky clear with a full moon. Like in a storybook. Jeff kept hold of my hand going down to the water. Waves pounded the shoreline.

"I recognized your friend's business card," Jeff said.

"It's not a well-known company," I replied in surprise.

He was only two feet away, gazing down at me. Tall and handsome. Strong. With eyes that could be mean, or gentle. I was getting stirred up.

"You believe this Janet person is jealous? Or feels threatened by your success?" he asked.

"It's my best guess. It's not like we've ever been friends," I supposed.

"When I first saw you naked in the closet, I thought you were nuts. Or a freak. I'm sorry for the way I treated you," he apologized. "Tell me how I can make it up to you."

"I think we're doing better now," I assured him.

"We know you're Wendy Topper and that you work for Kemper & Sons. And that you're doing analytics on Dobson Acquisitions for the Richmond High project. Do you know who I am?"

"I know your name is Jeff, and that you're really rich," I answered.

"My name is Jeffery Worthington, and my father owns Dobson Acquisitions. Along with a lot of other things. It can't be a coincidence that we found you in my father's beach house."

"Janet must have known that. She can be clever when she needs to be. But I don't want to think about that anymore. Not tonight. Can we just walk for a while?"

It was a beautiful evening. A full moon. The surf crashing in powerful waves. There was wet sand below my bare feet. In a daring move, I reached out to take his hand, almost losing control of the blanket.

"You didn't take advantage of me like Jimmy and Melinda did," I mentioned.

"Don't be mistaken, I wanted to. But you looked so scared, it didn't seem right," he explained.

"I'm not scared now," I said. He stopped to look at me, my eyes shining in the moonlight. He started to say something.

"I told you I'm a virgin, and that's true," I assured him. "Though I have fooled around in other ways. And I'm not some clingy girl looking for a rich, handsome guy. Once Janet gets me fired, I'll be looking for a new job in Oregon or Washington, so you don't need to worry about that. You'll probably never see me again."

"What are you saying?" he asked. I sucked my breath.

"Will you make love to me? Will you be my first? This is the perfect night. The night I've always waited for. And you're the man I want to be with."

It didn't take a lot of arm twisting. Jeff took the blanket from my shoulders, spread it on the sand, and laid me down. My hands were across my tits, clutching. I wasn't sure how this was supposed to work. Should I spread my legs? Have him jump on me and start banging? I reached down to feel if I was aroused. There was dampness. Would that be enough? I started breathing heavier, but it wasn't passion. I was really nervous.

"Relax, my brave little warrior," he whispered. "We'll get there, but not right away. We're going to do this slow. One sweet step at a time. Your first time is going to be special. Very, very special."

He started with petting. Massaging. He took off his shirt, revealing a broad chest with wisps of curly blond hair. He had powerful arms and strong hands. Laying beside me, he kissed me on the lips long and deep, holding me close. Then he caressed my breasts. Lightly. Moving on, my thighs and stomach were next. He teased my shaved mons without touching lower, and then returned to my tits, sucking a little harder, until my whole body was tingling with anticipation.

My lover shed his pants, revealing an eager manhood. I reached down to feel it, growing more excited. He put his mouth on my vulva, let his tongue roam over my womanhood, and finally went down on me in earnest. I was certainly wet now, writhing under his determined assault. The orgasm came on me magically, like a sudden storm, and I cried with ecstasy. I had been gone down on before, but never like this. Not even close. I'd always been too tense. Overthinking. On this night, I just wanted to give in.

At last, it was time. He mounted me with manly vigor. Gliding into my waiting pussy as my legs wrapped around his body. My cherry had been gone for years, taken by my gynecologist, so there was no barrier. A brief discomfort, but no pain. And then he was in, moving his hips, stroking. Firmly and with authority. From time to time, he'd slow down to kiss me and whisper encouragement. Saying I was beautiful. And desirable. A true woman. My nervous pants had become passion as he sensed my needs. Pacing himself. Staying focused. My arousal built up again, becoming a fever, and I cried out, my fingers digging into his back. He didn't release himself until I'd gone over the edge, and when he did, I felt fulfilled and immensely satisfied.

I fell back, barely able to move. He rolled off, laying next to me, resting on his elbow as he looked into my teary eyes.

"Well? How was it?" he questioned.

"You were perfect, Jeff. Absolutely perfect," I answered. "I am so glad I waited for this. It was all worth it."

"You were no slouch," he praised. "The way you responded ... I've never had it like that before. Not with any woman. It was ... Thank you. Thank you so much for trusting me."

I sighed, turning to take his arm.

"How long until we can do it again?" I asked.

I woke up in Jeff's bed, the morning sun coming through the large window. There were no curtains. I heard Jeff in the shower.

"May I join you?" I requested, accepting his invitation to get in. The hot water felt glorious, and in the bright bathroom, I could see his body much better than in the moonlight.

"I want you to know, I really like you," I said, washing my hair. "But what I said last night still goes. I'm not after your money, or just because you're so fucking handsome. No strings attached here."

"I'm glad to hear there are no strings, but don't think you're getting away from me so easily," he answered. "I like you, too. And if I need the handcuffs to keep you, I'll use them."

The flash of heat hit me so hard I needed to squat down, my breath suddenly gone. My hands were in my crotch, sensing the sudden moisture. Jeff was surprised at first, but when he realized why I was reacting like that, he broke into a huge grin. It was so embarrassing.

I dried off but left the towel on the rack, going downstairs naked. Melinda and Susie were in the kitchen. Jimmy was on the back porch washing down the extra beach chairs. They were shocked but didn't say anything. Jeff followed me down, wearing shorts and a Batman t-shirt.

"I thought cooking was my job?" I lectured. "I'm the weekend servant. Remember?"

The girls got out of my way, letting me finish the scrambled eggs and bacon. Coffee was brewing. It smelled wonderful.

We gathered at the dining room table. Everyone was in a good mood, though I seemed lost in thought.

"What's wrong, Wendy?" Melinda asked, encouraging me to eat the eggs before they got cold.

"There has to be more to Janet's plan," I pondered. "I'm sure she wants me fired, but how could she be so sure I'd be arrested? And if I wasn't arrested, how was she going to get me fired?"

"You suspect more to her plan?" Jimmy questioned.

"There has to be something, I just don't know what," I replied.

"We'll figure it out," Susie said. "In the meantime, you can borrow some clothes. You don't need to keep running around naked."

I gave that some thought. As shameful as it sounded, I was starting to like it. Especially the way Jeff kept looking at me.

"A deal is a deal," I said. "Naked servant for the weekend."

They laughed. "Fine, if that's the way it is," Susie said. Then she stood up and removed her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her short pants went next. And finally, with a smile, she peeled off her panties, standing nude before everyone. "I don't dress until Wendy does."

"Me, either," Melinda suddenly announced, stripping just as fast. They looked at the guys.

"I'm keeping my clothes," Jimmy said.

"I am, too," Jeff agreed. "Though I have no complaints here."

"We should go down to the water later," Susie suggested. "People get naked down there all the time. Only homeowners use this beach and the cops leave us alone."

"Janet probably knew you wouldn't get busted for being naked," Jeff guessed. "It was the trespassing charge that would have got you. How could she prove that?"

"Photos!" Melinda and Susie said at the same time.

"A hidden camera?" Jimmy wondered. "We better search the house."

We did. It took an hour, but there was nothing.

"Weird," Jimmy decided as we settled down for another cup of coffee.

I was washing dishes when we heard a car drive up and park at the curb. I looked out.

"Jesus, it's Janet," I exclaimed. "Janet, Cissy, and Debra."

"They must think you're still here," Melinda said. "What's their game?"

"I have an idea, but I'll need everyone's help," I requested.

A few minutes later, my three co-workers were knocking on the front door. Jeff answered. Jimmy was next to him. It was clear the girls didn't recognize them.

"I'm sorry to bother you," Janet apologized. "Have you been here long?"

"We got here about an hour ago," Jeff lied. Janet looked relieved.

"There is a problem," Janet explained. "A friend of ours asked us to drop her off here this morning. She gets a little crazy sometimes. Then we heard who owns this house. We're worried she might be trying to embarrass him."

"By jumping out of a closet naked?" Jimmy asked.

"How did you know?" Cissy said.

"Because we caught her," Jeff answered.

"Is she arrested? Do the cops have her?" Debra inquired.

"Not yet. She's upstairs," Jeff replied.

Melinda and Susie came forward, only wearing towels. "What's going on?" Susie asked.

"They know that crazy girl we caught," Jeff answered. "They say she was trying to ambush the old man who owns this house."

"Mr. Worthington? He's a nice old guy. Why would she go after him?" Melinda said. "He was nice enough to let us use his house for the week."

"Yeah, it's good we caught her first," Jimmy concluded. "Should we call the cops now?"

"No, I want to have a little more fun with her first," Jeff denied.

"Fun?" Debra wondered.

"The bitch claimed to be a virgin," Jeff explained. "She isn't anymore."

Janet, Cissy, and Debra chuckled, very pleased with themselves.

"Where is she?" Janet asked.

"Upstairs, naked and handcuffed. Want to see her?" Melinda offered.

"Absolutely!" all three shouted.

Everyone trapsed up the stairs. They found me in Jeff's room under the big window. With the curtains open. Naked and handcuffed. No sheets or blankets were covering me.

"Guys, please help me. Please," I begged, looking pathetic. All three co-workers took out their phones to take pictures.

"May I speak to her?" Janet requested.

"Okay, but not too long," Melinda granted. "The guys have already had her. My girlfriend and I get to have her next."

Soon it was just me and Janet with the door closed.

"Janet, why did you do this to me? Why?" I whined.

"This is even better than I hoped for. All I needed were pictures of you trespassing Mr. Worthington's house naked. I'm going to show them to Mr. Kemper on Monday. But with these kids showing up and catching you, I'll have even more now."

"Photos? What photos?"

"After stealing your clothes, I only moved my car down the street and came back, taking pictures through the windows," she explained. "Really good ones, too. You were in such a panic, you never even noticed."

"Were Cissy and Debra in on this the whole time?"

"Of course. When you came into our unit and started rewriting our reports, we knew you'd get all the credit. We weren't going to let that happen."

"The way you guys had it, we weren't going to get the contract," I pointed out.

"We probably won't get it, anyway. Mr. Kemper is a doddering old fool. And this Worthington guy thinks he's such a hotshot, he'll crash the project before it gets off the ground. The only thing that would have saved him are your projections, and those will be buried."

She chuckled, quite happy with herself.

"You didn't need to ruin my life," I cried.

"Oh, miss high and mighty, that was just a bonus. Not a virgin anymore?"

"They say if I keep my mouth shut, they'll only charge me with a misdemeanor instead of a felony," I replied, looking down in shame.

"Good advice. Keep your mouth shut about this, too, or your naked pictures will be all over the internet."

"That would be awful," I whimpered.

"You better believe it," Janet threatened. "So, who are these kids who captured your naked ass?"

"I don't really know. I think they might be college friends of Mr. Worthington's daughter."

"It doesn't matter. They won't want to be talking about this, either."

Janet got up to leave, pausing to take a few more photos. Then she walked out without saying another word. She never noticed Jimmy's phone recording everything.

Though naked and handcuffed on Jeff's bed, I could hear everything going on downstairs.

"Let's go to the beach," Melissa invited. "Susie and I have wine and snacks. The water is great today."

"We didn't bring our suits," Cissy lamented.

"Oh, we don't wear suits down near the water," Susie assured her. "We leave our clothes on the porch and just take our towels."

"The guys, too?" Debra asked, glancing around.

"If they want, but usually not," Susie answered. "Come on, it will be fun."

"I'll need to stay behind. I'm waiting for a phone call," I heard Jeff say.

"You girls start out. I'll bring the treats," Jimmy offered.

With embarrassed giggling, my three co-workers stripped nude on the back porch, taking only the towels Janet offered. No cell phones were allowed. The sliding glass door closed.

"How's Wendy doing?" Jimmy asked.

"Embarrassed, but I think it was worth it," Jeff replied. "Let's take a look."

They sat down on the couch, uploaded the video from Jimmy's phone to Jeff's laptop, and watched as Janet arrogantly revealed her entire scheme.

"That fucking bitch," Jimmy cursed under his breath. "I owe Wendy the biggest apology of all time."

"I guess we know the whole truth now," Jeff agreed. "Ready for part two?"

"A couple bottles of wine should keep the girls occupied for a while. After I take their clothes off the porch, be sure to lock the door."

With the women and Jimmy down near the water, Jeff came back up to his bedroom. I lay before him on the bed, still naked. He steeled himself to resist temptation and removed the handcuffs, much to my disappointment. He let me watch Janet's confession.

"None of them are wearing clothes down there?" I asked, looking out the window. The five of them were sitting near the water's edge drinking an expensive wine.

"Jimmy is. He's not an exhibitionist," Jeff answered. "Melinda has your friends naked."

"They aren't my friends."

"Sorry, I should say co-workers. There is something I need you to do," Jeff said. "It's embarrassing, but I think it's necessary. Do you trust me?"

"I've been totally naked around you for twenty-four hours," I replied with a laugh. "How could I not trust you?"

He gave me a kiss, and it wasn't casual. My heart beat faster. He looked at his watch.

"Okay then, into the closet," he ordered. "And just act naturally."

I obeyed without question, though I had no idea how to act naturally hiding naked in a closet. The last time, I was terrified.

Fifteen minutes later, there were footsteps. Two sets. Reaching the top of the stairs. I huddled back, arms crossed over my chest. As far as I knew, only Jeff was in the house. What did this mean?

"Dad, there's something you need to see," Jeff warned. "You're not going to like it."

"What's that, son? Nude bathers again?"

"More serious than that. Go in my room. Look in the closet."

Oh, my god! I thought. What the hell is Jeff thinking? I shrunk back but there was no place to go. I was trapped.

"Fucking hell," the older man cursed as the door was thrust open. "What the fuck is this? Why is there a naked woman in your closet?"

He was about sixty years old, tall like Jeff, with a nice face and graying hair. I guessed he played handball, looking athletic. I dropped to my knees, trying to cover myself. Mr. Worthington just stood there, staring.

"Son, you better start explaining," he demanded.

Jeff reached down, drew me out of the closet, and led me to the bed. Had I been set up? Where they both going to fuck me? Then Jeff sat next to me, wrapping an affectionate arm around my quivering shoulders.

"This is Wendy Topper, Dad. She works for Kemper & Sons. And her teammates set her up to be fired by embarrassing you," Jeff explained. "I found her like this yesterday, hiding in a closet, and thought she was a crazy trespasser. We were mean to her at first, until we finally understood what had happened. You need to see this."

While I sat there nude in front of two clothed men, Jeff showed the Janet video to his father. Grant Worthington was no fool. He put everything together.

"I apologize, young lady," Grant said. "My initial impression of you was wrong. No doubt, just like Jeff's. How can I help you? Would you like some clothes?"

"Thank you, sir. I'm a bit past clothes at this point. But I would like not to get fired," I responded.

Grant took out his phone, sending a text. He did not take any photos. "We'll get this figured out," he promised.

An hour later, the three of us were downstairs drinking Old Fashions. I was wearing the blanket that Jeff had made love to me on the night before. I couldn't be sure what father and son had spoken of, but Grant was treating me with great respect. The sunbathers were still down near the water, but not for long.

There was a knock on the door. To my astonishment, Jeff escorted Mr. Kemper into the house. Grant went to confront him, not shaking hands.

"Kemper, I've got a big problem with you," Grant declared. "I was close to signing with your company. The reports I've been receiving are impressive. But now I need to wonder what kind of employees you have on your payroll."

Kemper entered the living room, seeing me on the couch wrapped in the blanket. And obviously not wearing anything else. He was shocked.

"Mr. Worthington, I don't know what this woman is doing here, but--" he started.

"Not Miss Topper," Grant interrupted. "Those three treacherous bitches on the beach who you put in charge of my research."

Grant set Kemper down on the couch right next to me, fired up Jeff's laptop, and showed him everything. Photos. The confession. Me lying on the bed handcuffed, my tits and pussy on full display. Janet calling him a doddering old fool.

"I understand Miss Topper laid the groundwork for Richmond Place and these three fucked up idiots were going to take the credit," Grant complained. "And you were going to fire her. Have I got that right?"

"No, Mr. Worthington. Not at all," Kemper defended. "Yes, Janet said she had important news for me about Wendy, but I didn't know about the rest of it."

"I might still sign a contract with your company, but I want this fixed," Grant insisted. "And it better be fixed right."

We heard noise on the back porch. It was Jimmy carrying a pile of towels. He didn't seem surprised to see Grant, though he took a second look at Kemper. He only smiled to see me nearly naked on the couch.

"The game is afoot," Jimmy announced. He gathered up all the clothes, piling the bundles on the floor. Melinda and Susie were running across the sand, completely naked and laughing. They jumped inside and locked the sliding glass door behind them.

"Jimmy, here are Janet's car keys," Melinda said with professional confidence. And she wasn't trying to cover herself from Grant and Kemper. True devotion to the mission. I hoped we would stay friends. "Lock everything in Janet's trunk. Their clothes, their purses, their phones. Everything. We'll leave them as helpless and vulnerable as they left Wendy."

"Don't forget to erase the images from their phones," Susie reminded.

Jimmy grabbed everything and was out the front door. Susie went upstairs, returning with two bathrobes. I still had my blanket.

"You're busy today," Grant said with an admiring smile.

"Hi, Grant. It's been an interesting weekend," Melinda replied, giving him a hug. "Wendy, ready to get dressed?"

"Do I have to?" I asked, making everyone laugh.

"It's only temporary. For the finale," Melinda explained. "You can get naked again later."

Susie handed me a nice spring dress with sandals, panties, and a bra. I dropped the blanket and got dressed in front of everyone, not caring about my modesty. I especially wanted Jeff to see my boldness. The boldness that he inspired.

Janet, Cissy, and Susie reached the porch, stopping at the glass door. They were nude, without clothes or towels of any kind, trying to get in. When I appeared on the other side, they jumped back in shock. I was wearing clothes.

"Hi, guys, having a nice day?" I said.

"Wendy? What is this?" Janet asked. "What are you doing to us?"

"Me? I'm not doing anything," I answered. "You might want to ask Mr. Worthington. And his son, Jeff."

They looked through the glass, seeing Jeff standing behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Oh, fuck," I heard her whisper.

A moment later, Mr. Kemper appeared next to me.

"It seems we have a situation," Kemper said. "The doddering old fool isn't happy with you."

"Mr. Kemper, we're sorry. Very sorry," Janet said. "It was all just a bad joke."

He held up his cell phone, showing the video. My three former co-workers shrunk back.

"I've called the police," Kemper announced. "I've told them three naked trespassers are trying to break into Mr. Worthington's home. You better get a move on."

We watched them scamper around the side of the house, try to get into Janet's lock car, and then take off down the street, running like their lives depended on it. It was a good joke. Mr. Kemper hadn't actually called the police.

EPILOGUE

I was given a new team at Kemper & Sons, we won the Richmond Place contract, and I received a giant bonus. Melinda and I are good friends. Sometimes a little more than good friends. Every year, the four of us spend a fun weekend at the beach house. Susie became an independent contractor for me, photographing new developments all over the country. Grant Worthington is trying to hire me away from Mr. Kemper. I've heard there's a bidding war.

Janet, Cissy, and Debra were never arrested, though because they were committing their depravations using company issued phones, they were warned of substantial lawsuits. Rumors of what happened (gosh, I can't guess who would be spreading those) have limited their job opportunities. As far as I know, all of the photos they took have been deleted. I still have my own copies.

Jeff and I dated for two years and recently became engaged. We can be very sparky, and I've become a bit of an exhibitionist. Our favorite game involves closets and handcuffs, sometimes in hotels, resorts, buildings under construction, and even restaurants. It's a great life.