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  Chapter Three

  Clarity heard the sound of a bell at Stevenson, relaying to all employees that open naked day was finished. The clothing optional workers employed at Stevenson went back to the locker room to put on their clothes, and everyone returned to work briefly for half an hour before heading out of the office. Cynthia was arguing with Heather about how to tap into the potential of Stevenson employees.

  "You don't work at Human Resources," said Heather, "you don't know anything about talent, in fact, you're not even an employee of Stevenson."

  "My role may be unofficial but I can voice my opinion," said Cynthia. Everyone at Stevenson knew she was the daughter of the owner, and so Cynthia never used her family ties to justify or impose anything at the company. But it wasn't easy to show her suggestions had value.

  "Let's go home," said Clarity, realizing she was through with her shift. She grabbed the arm of Cynthia and moved her towards the elevator, while Cynthia insisted that she wanted to see the official sales figures of Stevenson.

  "No, you can't see the figures," said Heather, "you're not an employee here, you're not a member of the general activity committee, you don't have access to this, when your father comes back, ask him."

  Cynthia sighed, exasperated by the human resources assistant, as the elevator panels closed. They walked together towards the exit of Stevenson's building, a large area laid with glass panels and two revolving doors allowing people to come and go. Clarity glanced outside the building, noticing Flake standing on a segway that Cynthia used to get back home from the office and move around Malibu when she didn't want to drive the car for short distances. Flake drove the segway to the entry revolving door of Stevenson, rolling inside the revolving door with the scooter device. Cynthia was so angry with Heather that she didn't see Flake open one of the building side doors to get her transportation vehicle inside. She grabbed one panel of the exit revolving door and moved into it, followed by Clarity, who watched Flake lifting his left hand, pointing at reception, indicating the two wheel vehicle was headed indoors. Cynthia noticed the segway was indoors and led Flake to move the vehicle outside. Clarity helped Flake step down and she grabbed the segway handle.

  "Let's go," said Cynthia, stepping on the platform of the motorized transporter. Clarity held on to the waistline of Cynthia. There was a technique to driving a segway with two people on it, something not recommended in general by the company, the segway company, not Stevenson.

  "If you want me to stop, you have to lean backward," said Cynthia.

  Clarity nodded and hopped on the segway, rolling less than a mile to Cynthia's home, a nice well-to-do home where everything looked orderly and properly kept. Clarity shared her job concerns with Cynthia's mother, Jill.

  "I know how you feel, Clarity," said Jill, "Bill does the same with me, he doesn't let me decide much at Stevenson."

  "He let you create clothing optional day," said Cynthia. Clarity turned to Jill, the stepmom of Cynthia, to see her reaction.

  "Yes, that is one of my contributions to the corporate environment." Jill turned to Clarity and showed support for Clarity's plea to work outside her traditional role as teleoperator. Clarity felt validated and comforted by the sensible considerations of Cynthia's stepmom, she was so thoughtful and nurturing, she was so nice. She began fantasizing about getting naked in front of Cynthia's step mother, while Cynthia showed her the courses she was taking at Pepperdine in her room. A blip coming from her smartphone drove her thoughts elsewhere. Taimi was texting her.

  "Let's take a shot of our bums with Brock's photocopying machine." Clarity texted back.

  "What for?"

  "To send it to the mayor's office, show city hall we want to keep Stevenson clothing optional." Clarity smiled. She liked the idea of bugging the son of mayor Rubens, Atkins Rubens. She texted back.

  "All right, when?" A new message popped into her chat screen.

  "Tonight, come to my home at ten thirty." Clarity turned off her phone, without telling Cynthia.

  A few hours later, around fifteen minutes past the hour of eleven in the evening, Clarity found herself going through Stevenson's entrance with Taimi. Taimi had the key to Stevenson and she had permission to get inside the building, even at night, because she took care of pool maintenance, and it was something which could arise at any time of day. With that key, they could access a box holding large key rings with keys to every office of Stevenson. Taimi grabbed the key corresponding to human resources. They took the elevator to the third floor, the floor where Brock and Heather worked.

  Clarity walked inside Brock's office, noting the bum of Taimi brushing against hers. She checked her watch, it was past eleven thirty at night.

  "Did you see Flake?" asked Clarity.

  "No," said Taimi, "we're all right, I think, he goes to subway to get a sandwich at this time." Flake was the company gardener, but he was also in charge of security. To lower costs, no one else watched the premises of Stevenson at night. Clarity used the key that Cynthia had given them. They turned on the photocopier until one of the indicators said it was ready. Clarity took off her pants and her panties.

  "Take a shot of your panties first, we want Atkins to see some evidence as well," said Taimi. Clarity shuffled her panties in the photocopy area and took a black and white copy of them. Taimi grabbed the printed sheet coming out of the copier's tray.

  "Not bad," said Taimi, "now your bum." Clarity lifted the cover of the machine and sat on the warm glass cover. She'd never done something like that, but she liked the idea of exhibiting her body naked in public.

  "It's pretty warm," said Clarity.

  "How does it feel?" asked Taimi.

  "Nice," said Clarity, "go ahead, take a shot of my lips, they're spread against the panel." Taimi tapped the zoom button of the copier to 150 percent and pressed the copy button. A stream of light surfaced under Clarity and the copier flashed a black and white copy out of the printing tray. Taimi looked at the printout more closely.

  "Your lips are pretty nice, I can see the inner folds, I didn't know yours folded out."

  "Let me see yours," said Clarity. Taimi took off her pants, and Clarity lowered her friend's thong, to the point where the fabric stopped touching the intimate skin of her friend's vulva, jumping out of the slit elastically.

  "Wow, you've got nice outer lips." Clarity ran her hands over them lightly.

  "Thank you, I love my lips," said Taimi. Clarity took a closer look at her friend's bum.

  "You're right, your inner lips don't fold out like mine, they're a lot smaller."

  Taimi sat on the copier and took a shot of her bum, picked up by Clarity. Taimi's tushy was nice and round, like hers. Clarity felt like leaving a copy of her bum for Brock on his desk, but decided to send her shot along with Taimi's copy to the mayor's son. The following morning, Brock walked into his office, noticing the photocopier was turned on. Without giving it much importance, he moved into his office and checked the budget sheet of the company, where all of the expenses showed, including those incurred by the company's human resources, Stevenson's employees. One odd fact stood out in the monthly budget report, he called Heather into his office a few hours later.

  "Heather, did you see this new expense, there's a marketing expense which dates from yesterday." Heather moved around the desk closer to Brock. She used every excuse to be on the same side of the desk as Brock, it made her blush with excitement, knowing he was so close to her, and knowing he was in a position of authority. She grabbed his mouse and leaned towards him to see the computer screen up close.

  "No, I didn't see this, it's a shower expense, five thousand dollars, it says shower installation in the outside premises of Stevenson," said Heather. Brock tapped on his keyboard with his index, sensing open naked day had brought some unforeseen consequence, just like he had imagined a corporate clothing optional policy would.

  "Check the municipal rules for shower installation outdoors, I'm not sure we can do this."

  "Who did this?"
asked Heather.

  "Don't worry about that, please check with city hall to see if this is legal." Brock sighed, knowing the hand of Cynthia was behind this. He began having second thoughts about having allowed the owner's daughter to carry out some of her father's tasks while he was away, without any official permission or papers backing that.