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Dana straightened her suit up for what had to be the millionth time. The Sunning Delights restaurant was in sight and with it, so was her interview. The very first job interview she would ever experience in her life.
Deep breaths, Dana. Deep breaths, she thought, flattening a hand on her stomach to help push those deep breaths along. It's just an interview. It's not a fight you could get killed in. It's not a championship game you could miserably lose in front of thousands of fans. It's not even a test you could fail and end up repeating a grade for. Screwing up won't mean the end of the world like any of those things would. It just means you don't get this job. And that's okay! There are plenty of jobs to apply for, and his isn't even a big or demanding one. So just relax already.
That was what she told herself, but even so, Dana couldn't dry the beads of sweat dripping down her brow. The application she filled out online had been easy enough, but she couldn't help but feel sheepish about what little information her resume actually had. She never worked a real job before, which meant she didn't have any work experience to put down. And when Dana submitted the form, she couldn't but feel a little naked doing so. It was like she was telling her prospective employers “Hey, look at me, I'm a total layabout who's 20 years old and hasn't worked a day in my life. Gimme a job now!”
Speaking of naked...a nude woman stepped out of the restaurant. A couple years ago, that would have been a shocker for Dana, but ever since she started college she was...getting used to the sight of them. Sort of. Enough to not flip out whenever she bumped into one (metaphorically anyway). The tattoo on the woman's bare thigh marked her as one of the people in that lesbian nudist cult, who were a relatively common sight in this town and on campus, enough that you would probably see at least couple of them every week, not counting whichever ones she shared a class with. Politely, but without making contact with her eyes or her...big swaying breasts, Dana stepped aside to allow the nudist to pass. However, it didn't escape her notice that the naked woman's crotch and thighs were dripping wet.
Dana bit her lip. Seeing women run around naked everywhere was one thing, but knowing how much sex they had and how they did it in public was why she preferred to keep her distance from them. She was sure they were lovely people, but the young lady wasn't comfortable being around girls who were so frequently soaked down there that they could put out a fire just by sitting on it. Or how they'd often drop what they were doing to start flicking their beans around like it was going out of style.
At least they tend to smell nice, she mused, noting the flowery aroma that wafted off the nudist as she passed by. Her vaginal juices may have been flowing fast, but at least she didn't smell like a vagina. She must have been wearing a really strong perfume. All Zenrists seemed to wear strong perfumes. Probably to mask the musty scents they otherwise naturally exuded.
Regardless, with that minor distraction out of the way, Dana exhaled, took another deep breath, readjusted her suit for the one millionth and first time, and stepped into the door of Sunning Delights. The first thing she saw upon entering was another naked woman standing behind a counter.
Are you freaking kidding me?!
“Hi, welcome to Sunning Delights,” the nudist said with a smile, the tattoo on her right breast signifying her as another member of the lesbian cult. “Will you be dining alone today, or...?”
“I'm...here about the job interview,” Dana said, struggling to maintain both a straight face and a straight gaze. She used to mock and deride men for their inability to keep their eyes off a woman's breasts. But after dealing with these cultists, she was beginning to realize she wasn't being fair to them at all. Those things really did have a way of magnetically seizing your attention. “I had an appointment at 1:30.”
“Interview, interview,” the nude woman said, scrolling through some kind of schedule on her laptop. “Oh, here we go. Dana Garland, is it?” Dana simply nodded, letting her eyes flicker to the woman's jiggly breasts before mentally slapping herself. “Mrs. Rise is waiting for you. Come with me.”
Dana followed after the maître d,' trying to act like it was perfectly normal to see a woman walk around stark naked in public. However, as they made their way through the dining area, Dana caught sight of a great number of other nude women in the restaurant. Some of them were sitting at the tables, eating food and chatting with friends. Others, presumably the wait staff, were walking around carrying baskets and trays of food. Dana's stomach clenched upon realizing how many naked women there were in here and she started to wonder if she was about to get more than she bargained for in this place.
The maître d' opened a door and ushered Dana inside. It led into a small office, where behind a desk sat another woman who just so happened to be nude as well. “Mrs. Rise, Miss Garland is here to see you.”
“Very good,” said Mrs. Rise, acknowledging the staffer with a polite nod before she left, shutting the door and leaving Dana alone with the always naked and likely horny lesbian. “Hello there, Miss Garland, it's good to see you. Please, have a seat.”
Dana did as she was told, trying her damnedest not to gawk at the woman. She was definitely an unusual sort. Not only was she, like all the other assorted lesbian cultists, completely naked and unashamed of it, with her rather large breasts in full view and swaying noticeably with her motions, but her shoulder-length hair was a shocking shade of white. Now, she looked about 30 at most and her hair was still smooth and healthy, so it was most likely dyed, but it was the last thing Dana expected to see on what she assumed was the proprietor of the establishment, besides the nudity of course. Surely even the naked lesbian cultists understood professionalism, right?
“Now, I can see you're not a Lover of Zenriah...”
That's it, that's their name! Note to self, call the cult by its proper name, Dana, not as 'that lesbian nudist cult.' You don't want to offend anyone.
“...but that's okay. If you don't discriminate against us, we have no reason to discriminate against you. As long as you're willing to do the job, we'll get along just fine.”
“Um, is this place a Lover of Zenriah establishment?” said Dana.
“Well, yes and no. I own Sunning Delights privately, but I donate some of the profits to our local Temple. And as you no doubt have seen and see right now,” she ran her hands rather seductively down her naked body, giving her breasts a tender squeeze along the way, “it's very Zenrist-centric. But we happily employ people outside the faith.”
“O...kay then,” said Dana, biting her lip to hide the uneasy quiver in it.
“Now, onto business.” Mrs. Rise glanced at her computer. “Looks like this would be your first ever job, correct?”
Dana nodded. “Yes. I...want to try living somewhat independently from my parents this summer. A-and gain valuable experience in the workforce that will help kick-start my career!” She smiled widely while she said that, but inside, she was dying. Ugh, that answer sounded so fake with all those stupid buzzwords like 'valuable,' 'experience,' 'workforce,' and 'career.' This wasn't some huge life-defining opportunity, it was a waitress job! It had nothing to do with her studies at all. But it was the kind of answer all the workshops said she should provide, so it was what she went with.
“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. And is there a specific reason you applied to Sunning Delights?” She shot Dana a keenly interested stare.
“Well, it was in comfortable walking distance and the pay looked better than other comparable jobs,” Dana said without thinking. Then she mentally banged her head on the desk. Shit, I shouldn't have said that! That's absolutely NOT what the workshops said I should say. No employer ever wants to hear anything about pay! They need to think that I'd willingly work for free if I legally could! “Uh, what I mean is, uh...” Words failed her. She could not think of any way to salvage this.
Mrs. Rise chuckled. If she was in any way displeased with that answer, she didn't show it. Dana could only hope that she was reading the woman's body language accurately. She had to; it's not like the naked lady could hide anything. Then again, the only thing Dana knew she was really reading in this exchange was the number of jiggles the woman's bosoms had made so far: four. “That's as good a reason as any to apply. The Goddess knows I would have loved for a commute so convenient for my first job.” She straightened up, clasped her hands on her desk, and stared directly into Dana's eyes, her face turning serious. “However, I have to inform you that there's a reason why Sunning Delights pays its waitresses better than most other restaurants.”
“Oh? Uh, what is it then?” said Dana.
“When people come to Sunning Delights, they don't just come for the food. They come for the atmosphere and experience. Specifically, they come for the atmosphere and experience that only we women of the Goddess can provide.”
“Atmosphere and experience? That only women of the Goddess can provide?” Dana's eyes strayed down to the older woman's still swaying breasts.
Mrs. Rise smirked and her eyes twinkled mischievously. “Here, let me show you.” She stood up from her seat, exposing her completely naked body to Dana. The younger woman's eyes nearly bugged out at the sight of it. Like pretty much all Zenrists she had seen in the past, this one was fit, with toned muscles and smooth curves that formed a perfect hourglass figure. However, it wasn't the woman's body that shocked Dana. It was her crotch. Just like the hair on her head, the hair on Rise's mound was white. Every individual strand in that triangular bush was a shade not far divided from snow. This woman, did...did she seriously dye her carpet as well?! What kind of maniac was she? Was she stupid?
Dana didn't have much time to wonder before the older woman rounded the desk and approached the door, extending a hand out inviting the younger woman to take hold of it. She complied, though she felt a little silly doing so. Wasn't this how grownups treated little kids? Regardless, she allowed herself to be led out the door with the older woman's naked backside dominating her vision.
She's not even wearing shoes, Dana mused as she watched Mrs. Rise's bare feet slap on the polished wooden floorboards. Guess this place won't refuse service if you're lacking shirt and shoes. Her eyes strayed higher toward the nudist's bulbous behind, which bobbed to and fro with her every step, her own Zenrist tattoo displayed proudly on her left cheek. Or pants.
They made their way to the main dining area. It was pretty typical as far as diners went, with round tables on the floor and booths lining the walls. About the only unusual thing was the wide bench with the plush cushion in the center that made it look somewhat like a bed. However, Dana's attention wasn't on that for long. It was on the people. The place wasn't packed, but it was still a pretty busy day, with numerous customers sitting at their tables. Most of them were clothed, but a noticeable amount, all whom were female, were not. A couple tables had a nudist sitting among them, and another had a whole trio of naked girls chatting among themselves. But most disheartening of all, everyone who was clearly part of the wait staff was naked. Some were completely barefoot, some wore shoes, and one had on a pair of rabbit ears and a bow tie choker around her neck, but all the same, the parts that needed to be exposed to qualify as naked were all out. Boobs bounced, butts quivered, vulva lips flapped open and closed, and thighs rippled all over the place. You couldn't spray a hose without getting a naked woman wet anywhere in this joint, and knowing Zenrists, Dana had a feeling every single one of them would love it.
“You don't have to be a Zenrist to work here,” said Mrs. Rise, “but you do have to wear the Zenrist 'uniform' regardless. Because when people come to Sunning Delights, they come to enjoy all the things a beautiful woman in her Goddess-given state can offer.”
“So...if I work here...I'd have to be...naked?” said Dana. She stumbled back as the bunny-eared waitress passed by her, turning sharply to lay some client's food down on a nearby table. She leaned over as low as she could go, pressing her bare breasts onto the table's surface and thrusting her butt out in Dana's direction, giving her a very intimate view of the waitress' privates.
“Mm-hmm, that is correct,” said Mrs. Rise. “Every woman I hire to work here, regardless of position, has to be naked. Because that is why people come to Sunning Delights. Men and women alike want to look at naked women. They want to be served delicious food and soothing drinks by them. They want to be able to speak with and interact with them. And I provide that. I give them all a comfortable place,” she spread her arms wide and spun her body theatrically around in a circle to gesture at her entire establishment, “where they can experience them all.”
The sound of grinding on the floor drew both her and Dana's attention back to the nearby table. The bunnygirl waitress was pulling out the chair a little pixie-haired redhead was sitting in.
Mrs. Rise smirked. “Among other things.”
“I hear it's your birthday,” the naked bunnygirl said, straddling the petite woman's form as she sat down on her lap.
“Um...it is,” said the redhead, her cheeks turning to a similar shade.
“Well then, how 'bout you change into your birthday suit?” the bunnygirl said, her fingers toying with the hem of the girl's shirt.
“Do it!” one of the redhead's friends at the table cheered, a feisty-looking brunette in a tye-dye shirt.
“Yeah, take your top off!” said another girl at the table.
“Uh, no, th-that's okay,” the redhead stammered, looking away from the naked waitress' face (and breasts) with embarrassment.
“That's okay,” said the bunnygirl, who was bobbing her hips serpentinely against the girl's waist while she moved her arms around her back. “I can still give you a present in your current state.” The bobbing in her hips accelerated as she rubbed her crotch into the smaller girl with growing fervor, her round cheeks clenched tightly while they danced circularly over her lap. Her body followed suit as she pushed it into the redhead, crushing her rather large breasts tightly against the smaller girl and bunching the fleshy orbs up enough that they began to swallow her chin. The redhead stiffened and seized her breath at the waitress' movements, but she made no effort to resist them. She simply sat there, stunned and unsure what to do as the bunnygirl gyrated her naked body against her, rubbing her boobs into her jaw, her stomach against her torso, and her bare crotch against her hip-hugging jeans.
“What on Earth!” Dana cried. Reflexively, she snapped her gaze away, knowing that was not a scene good girls were supposed to gawk at. Only to gasp when she saw a girl suddenly jump out of her chair, kneel on the floor, and begin eating out the waitress standing at attention by her table. Her long, chocolate-colored locks danced excitedly while the completely naked and barefoot waitress reared her head back with closed eyes and purred like a happy cat.
Mrs. Rise chuckled. “This is a Zenrist-themed establishment, my dear. And the chief thing people come here to experience are beautiful women pleasuring and making love to one another. All my employees are expected to act as Zenrists act, whether they worship the Goddess or not. And that includes allowing them to pleasure and be pleasured by those they serve.”
“But how is that legal? I thought...only Zenrists can have sex in public,” Dana said, slowly turning toward the white-haired woman, who even in all her nakedness was probably the most normal person in the room at the moment.
“It's true, only Zenrists can have sex in public. Or at least, all instances of public lesbian sex have to have a Zenrist involved. But we're not exactly in a public location here. We're in Sunning Delights, a privately owned Zenrist locale! Here, my rules apply, and that means any woman can get as comfortable and as intimate with her sisters as she desires. Why, if you wanted to, Ms. Garland, you could shuck off that overly formal business suit of yours right now and have fun with that clothed lady sitting right there. Or that one right there. Or those three over there. Or...well, I'm sure you get the picture.”
“And what about them?” Dana asked, pointing at the brunette, who just now was pulling her face away from her waitress' groin. She looked up at the nudist with an eager smile, her lips glimmering with a substance the youth didn't want to think about. “Can customers just...touch the waitresses like...that whenever they want too?”
A slapping sound startled her as a dining woman gave another passing waitress a playful smack on the rear. Her cheek jiggled hypnotically, but the woman did not miss a beat in her step. She simply turned her head to smile at the attacker and give her a wink.
“Indeed, they can. It is part of the job's terms that paying diners may touch the wait staff in most any erotic way they see fit. You consent to that by agreeing to work here. But only the women customers may do that! Men can only look; they cannot touch you, same as anywhere else. We are promoting Zenrist values here after all.”
“I...see,” said Dana. This job was looking less and less feasible by the minute. This was definitely not a good fit for her, and maybe she should look for other places to apply.
“So how much sexual experience do you have?” Mrs. Rise asked.
“What did you say?”
“I asked how much sexual experience do you have? Sex is a natural part of working at Sunning Delights, so it's important that I get an idea on how skilled my prospective employees are at it.”
“Um, well, I...can't say I have any,” said Dana. She wasn't really comfortable telling a stranger about her sexual history, or rather her lack of it, but she wasn't in any mood to argue right now. All this naked sapphic energy was making her dizzy.
“No sexual experience at all?” said Mrs. Rise. “No boyfriends or girlfriends? No high school sweethearts or college dates?”
“I've had...dates before,” said Dana. “Though I'm single now. But I've...never...had...sex either.”
“No sex...at all?” Rise's voice was breathier as she spoke and her gaze was growing more intense. “Do you mean to tell me that you are,” she leaned in close to whisper in Dana's ear, “a virgin?!”
Dana blushed. “Um, I guess...HM?!”
Mrs. Rise shushed her with a finger on her lip. “Well, talk more in my office. Follow me.”
In seconds flat, the pair were back in their seats on opposite ends of the desk. Dana was feeling dizzy from the rush of air, whereas the white-haired woman looked oddly giddy. “Ms. Garland, I want to give you this job.”
“You...do?” said Dana, blinking in confusion.
“Yes. I know we've only talked for a short while, but I believe you are a perfect match for this place.”
“Uh, I'm not so sure,” said Dana. After seeing what the job required, she saw plain as day she didn't want it. Having to work around naked, horny, lesbian cultists was one thing, but having to work naked herself and engage in...sexual stuff with the customers was a few bridges too far. No amount of money would be worth the hassle or the compromises to her dignity. However, this was still a professional setting and she needed to play it cool. “I mean, I applied to a number of other places and I would still like to check them out before making a decision.”
“I'll give you a $500 advance if you start work here tomorrow.”
Dana blinked again, not sure she heard her correctly. “What?”
“Just come to work tomorrow, just agree to work for one day, and I'll pay you $500 in cash upfront. Alongside any other hours you work. Just work here for one day, that's all I ask.” Mrs. Rise was breathing hard and her hands were gripping the desk so tightly, the wood looked like it would splinter apart any second.
“Why would you offer that to me?” said Dana. She didn't recall the workshops mentioning anything like this.
“I just think...this would be an experience you would really benefit from,” said Mrs. Rise, her voice growing breathier with every syllable.
“Um, I don't know,” said Dana, who was finding she really wanted to put some distance between herself and the naked woman. She was all of a sudden acting really sketchy. “I mean, I support your religious rights and all, but I'm not so sure I'm comfortable with getting naked and having sex so...openly like you do.”
“If you agree to come tomorrow, I'll waive the mandatory sex for you,” said Mrs. Rise. “You can just serve food like a regular waitress. You don't need to do anything else you don't want to do, and no one will be allowed to touch you.”
“No touching? No sex?”
“No touching. No sex.”
“And...the nudity?”
“Well, it is the uniform here, so you have to 'wear' that of course. But everything else is up to you.”
“Huh.” Out loud, Dana could only hum contemplatively, but in her head, she was saying: I just show up tomorrow and get 500 bucks automatically? That...didn't sound like a bad deal. With that kind of scratch, she could buy all the groceries she'd need for the month and still have enough left over to pay next month's rent. Or just get something really nice for herself. Sure, waiting a few tables in the buff would be super embarrassing, but...it would just be for one day. No, not even that, just a couple of hours! It wouldn't kill her or anything, and it's not like she'd be the only naked person. Dana couldn't believe it, but she was actually seriously considering taking this strange woman's offer.
“So how about it?” said Mrs. Rise.
“I'll...I'll do it!” Dana said with a curt nod. “I'll...try the job out for the day and I'll...see where it goes from there.”
“Excellent! We'll do this tomorrow. Come at, oh, let's say 1:30 PM if you can. That should give you more than time to rest and eat a good meal. Can you do that, Ms. Garland?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Good. I look forward to,” she took a deep breath, as if she was steeling herself for something exhilarating, “seeing you.”
“Er, yeah. Me too. I, uh...hope I'll see you again tomorrow too.”
Dana left the restaurant, not believing what she actually agreed to do. A part of her wondered if she was making a terrible mistake, but she assured herself that no matter how weird the situation was, it would be for only one day. One day spent nude in a cultist's restaurant, and she'd be out of there. That much she promised herself. It's not like they were going to brainwash her anything...right?
***
Mrs. Rise watched Dana intently as she left, her eyes firmly glued to the young woman's plump derriere. Under that formal business skirt was hidden a treasure like no other. And she, Dawn Rise, would be the one to claim it. Assuming all went as planned. She licked her lips in anticipation while a surge bubbled between her legs. Ohhh, she couldn't wait! But that was for tomorrow. Right now, she had to return to her duties as both the proprietor of Sunning Delights and as a woman of the Goddess. And that meant she had to find herself a sexy girl, besides Dana Garland, very soon.
***
“So, did you get the job?”
“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. I did.”
Dana was back home in the apartment she was currently sharing with Sharon, her best friend in college. Since completing their sophomore year, the two decided they were not going to return to their respective parents for the summer. They wanted to try striking out on their own for once, to stop acting like girls and finally become women. But as exciting as that was, it also meant they had to find work, and fast.
“Awesome! What was the place called again?” said Sharon as she poked her head out of the kitchen, no doubt from heating up leftovers for lunch.
“Sunning Delights.”
“Sunning Delights, Sunning Delights...I think I might have passed by it once or twice. Never did go in though. Maybe I should now that you're working there. It would be fun to order you around and serve my whims, heh, heh, heh!” She jabbed a piece of bourbon chicken into her mouth, frowned, and stuck the plate back into the microwave oven.“It sure would be nice to have a hot lunch for once,” she grumbled, looking about ready to backhand the appliance, which since they moved in, had proven to be a finicky device that needed to be given regular “motivation” to reheat cold food.
“Uhhh, no, I wouldn't recommend that,” said Dana.
“Why not?”
“Uh, well...you wouldn't like the food they're serving!”
“Why, what kind of food do they serve? Mexican?”
“Um, well...” Shit. Dana had been so distracted by all the naked female flesh that she hadn't paid attention to the food. What the hell kind of food did Sunning Delights serve besides breasts, thighs, buns, and pink meat? Burgers? Hot wings? Barbecue? Pizza? What?! “The food didn't look very good! Yeah, it was, like, all soggy and gross and stuff. Yeah, I don't know why anyone would want to eat there.”
“Were people eating there?”
“Well, yeah. They had a decent number of customers when I went in for my interview.”
“Why would anyone eat there if the food is so gross?”
“It's, uh...one of those mysteries of the universe we'll never understand, I guess.”
The microwave oven dinged. Sharon pulled her plate out and popped another piece of saucy chicken into her mouth. It looked like it was going to be as heated as it was going to get. “Then maybe I should go just to see what their secret is.”
“Sharon, I'm serious, you don't want to go!”
“I'll be the judge of that.”