Sun on the Rocks – The Outdoor Shower
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It’s a breezy humor read for adults, specializing in the trivial pursuit. These pleasant fictional amusements with an overtone of humor, follow the adventures of several non competitive good looking women over twenty one years of age, as they become a group of synchronised swimming hostesses, ‘Sun on the Rocks’, on the cruiseship City of Wellington, a post-panamax which makes short trips between Los Angeles and Acapulco in Mexico. The motley crew of women works as a group of entertaining amateurs and as friendly gophers on the ship, and is led to various places in the Caribbean and elsewhere by the incombustible twenty five year old Stevenson Garden Products Malibu teleoperator Clarity Nice, a woman of resourceful intuition, and acute observer of the laws of human mischief.
The Outdoor Shower: After a naked lawn party during clothing optional day, Stevenson Garden Products Malibu teleoperator Clarity Nice agrees with her friend Cynthia Stevenson, daughter of company owner Bill Stevenson, to build an outdoor shower on company lawn, in order to bring publicity for the company. Bypassing the head of human resources at Stevenson, Brock Cheevers, Clarity finds out that the municipality of Malibu prohibits the use of a shower on any company garden lawn, and that it has assigned officer Packwood and his nephew Avery to the ‘Stevenson shower’ case.
When the outdoor shower faucet is closed by Packwood, Clarity decides to build a shower inside the premises of Stevenson, near the rooftop pool of the company, so that employees can relax after a rough day’s work. To pay for the expense, Clarity uses Cynthia’s power of attorney which allows her to charge and spend company money when her father is away on a trip. Learning that Stevenson sales have dropped and looking for new job opportunities inside the company, Clarity decides to purchase a shower patent using company money savings, in order to boost sales by establishing a new shower division at Stevenson. Without any official document backing her, she uses the funds available to pay for the patent, knowing that her initiative may mean that she is out of a job.
With a new patent in her hands, Clarity sets out to sell a number of showers at a Las Vegas bathroom and accessories exhibit, in order to refund Stevenson’s money, borrowed to buy the patent, and also to avoid being fired by the owner of the garden company himself, Mr. Stevenson, for having used company funds without authorization.
Buddha Talk: Corpulent, shady genius of money flows which begin and end with the same pocket, his own, scholar of sexual ecstasy, occasional Buddhist and worshipper for good Karma of a shrine honoring a lobster which pinched his ear before ending in the lobster cooking pot. Buddha Talk is banking agent and the heir apparent of Lofty Bank, a Cayman Islands banking institution with no particular regard for its clients and a lock on ownership held by a Great Dane, Lord Moorehead III, British by upbringing and inheritance granted by Lord Moorehead II, a man, old, very old, and dead now, at age ninety seven, previous British Lord, ex-owner of Lofty Bank, a man who gave all of its wealth, nobility title and bank ownership rights to his dog.
Lord Moorehead III acts as front ‘man’ for Buddha Talk, and is also the official recipient of all bank notices by the Cayman Islands monetary authority, a convenient fact for Buddha Talk, and one bark that doesn´t cease to surprise the monetary authority who casts a recurring shadow of doubt upon the legalities of having a dog act as front ‘man’ and be the official owner of a Bank doing business in the British Overseas Territory of the Cayman Islands, located in the Western Caribbean Sea, a pleasant area to live when the money and work issues are solved. Buddha Talk likes to drive or be driven in Jaguar 73, a gadget-filled car offered as gift to Buddha Talk by Cuban dictator Fidel Castro in exchange for having sold some gold and palladium for the Cuban government, through Banco Inter Central del Caribe y Cuba, or BICCC.
Clarity and Flower, after gaining entry as investors to the bank with the help of Clark, the owner of a diamond shop in Grand Cayman, find themselves owing nearly one hundred thousand dollars to the Lofty Bank outfit for no reason, a debt they can pay by working for the bank for fifty years, as part of the bank´s flagship product, the Crashworthy Deposit, part bank deposit paying twenty percent, part investment, part insurance policy, and part working arrangement.
Lofty has ties with the underworld, and the monetary authority of the Cayman Islands stubbornly refuses to grant it a renewal of its license, something that doesn´t stop the bank from operating in the most illegal manner, advertising its products to potential investors on an air banner carried by a Gippland 200 crop duster flying low above sunny Caribbean beaches such as those of Cayman, British Virgin Islands, Bahamas and Acapulco. This is all documented in The Cayman Air Banner.
Boustrophedon: Large, ancient grey stone inscription filled with Greek letter symbols. In a boustrophedon, letters are inversed, you have to read the inscriptions on the stone from left to right and from right to left alternatively with each line of bi-directional text. Penelope Avalon and Cassandra Scafarel believe that the Boustrophedon holds important information on ancient methods of pleasure, including comments and thoughts on the gate of pleasure, Voluptas de Naturas. The current location of the Boustrophedon that Clarity and her friend Lanai saw at Scafarel’s Hexas Style Resort in the Bahamas, is unknown to Clarity, known to:
Cassandra Scafarel: Significant other of Buddha Talk at some point, shrewd British expatriate, businesswoman in her forties without a moral code or compass, executive head of beauty lotion outfit ‘Elony’, sold through illegal flight infomercials with the assistance of Lofty Bank. The infomercial is an excuse to sell to customers, mostly affluent women, Elony’s personal growth services, which include how to bring heaven a little closer to home, after doing away with money, in particular fifty thousand dollars that must be paid for a bottle of Elony, in order to receive a resort-pass to reach the Leisure and Pleasure Resort of Scafarel, the Hexas Style Resort in the Bahamas island of Eleuthera.
Hexas Style was partly dismantled in The Bahamas Lotion, by Al Donway and the Sensual Brigade of Central Intelligence, a group of attractive women ensuring Law and Order are respected, along with their bodies. The Brigade’s most representative member is agent Money Fact, the woman who introduced Clarity to the nine hour oil-optional massage, proof that work is not a necessary part of life. Money Fact excels at action, mentoring and faulty logic. After a decidedly last minute and decisive intervention from Sensual Intelligence at Hexas Style, Scafarel manages to flee from the Bahamas resort on her private yacht, with the Boustrophedon, but without some secrets regarding pleasure, including the:
Imperial Pelican Fabergé Egg: Intricate egg, or jewel, depending on how hungry you are, eight inches high, made of varicolored gold, opalescent blue enamel and watercolor on ivory. It is known as the Xenia Imperial Pelican Fabergé egg, and belongs to the Private Collection of Maria Feodorovna, Empress Consort of Russia in 1898. The egg, commissioned by Maria Feodorovna to provide, handle and store, all of her private items of pleasure, went through the hands of Occidental Petroleum tycoon Armand Hammer, an art collector with close ties to the ex-Soviet Union, and has now fallen into the hands of Cassandra Scafarel, a woman who stops at nothing to understand how pleasure works, in particular how the pleasure of a woman works, including her own. The Pelican Fabergé egg, eight inches high, is hollow, and unfolds into eight miniatures, holding what’s known in Fabergé egg language, as the surprise inside, a time-tested item of pleasure for the woman, the Jade Egg, a small two inch in diameter jade egg that must be boiled before each intimate, feminine use. Owned by Cassandra Scafarel, requisitioned by the Sensual Brigade of Central Intelligence for examination.
Penelope Avalon: Sex Goddess and Go-Go girl from Las Vegas, dressed in a pink suit, user of the learjet ‘Pink Go-Go’ appropriately painted in pink. Penelope has had enough of living the plastic pleasure style of Las Vegas showgirls, and finds in the outfit of Cassandra Scafarel, the Bahamas Hexas Style Resort, a way out of Hotel California. Penelope likes attractive women unclothed, and would like to do Clarity, because she’s nice.
The Symbolic Decryptor: Thai alphabet gadget similar to a smartphone or Blackberry, which can be used as cell phone, useful for understanding all types of characters and symbols, made in VLE mode (Very Limited Edition, less than ten made worldwide) by the mysterious Oriental company known as Pentatone Scale Learning Systems.
The item, the gadget, looks like a Blackberry with keyboard, with 36 Thai character keys, doubled with the shift key, for a total of 72, instead of the 26 of the Western alphabet, and its keys are made of hard, white color plastic, similar to the color casing of the Kindle 2, cast against a grey background and a backlit screen. The decryptor can also be used as indicator of calligraphy, as mantra tone guide and geo-locator, using the Global Positioning System to calculate the coordinates of any location worldwide.
Penelope Avalon received one of these decryptors from Lady Scafarel, after completing work on heaven, according to Scafarel’s personal growth system, and Clarity would like to keep the item as souvenir, although Money Fact disagrees and is holding custody of the device for strategic and Intelligence reasons. Sure, she likes the nifty item, that’s all, and she likes to subtly let Clarity know that she’s the boss of Sensual Intelligence.
Book of Decadence: Book written on the topic by the unknown hedonist, a small print manifesto of deep thought with illustrations of ancient goddesses with lion bodies in bronze, and a mosaic of Byzantine nuns, used by Penelope Avalon and the Hexas Style Hedonist Resort in the Bahamas, on how to let go of the encumbrance of work, and dedicate your time, well spent, according to the book, to leisure, pleasure, et. al. Book clearly advises on the pitfalls of decadence and purportedly how to avoid them.
Telval Studios: Adult Film production unit of the Church of the Holy Flower, led by Cassandra Scafarel, including the film ‘Abu Dhabi Chic’, a remake of Andrew Blake’s ‘Paris Chic’ shown to Clarity and her friends during the unfolding of The Adult Channel at the Park Hyatt in Abu Dhabi. Telval produces adult films unlike any other, films like ‘Embroidered Air Avenue’, engaging beautiful women in sultry positions and scenes for hours, revealing an oriental connection to the films’ choreographies and to the symbolic decryptor, and including codes for women within the films to get inside the Church of the Holy Flower. This includes a keyword of the Book of Decadence, the word Rosebud, a mysterious codeword for the Church of the Holy Flower that Clarity seeks to clarify.
The adult films are distributed in large hotel chains worldwide and come with a special remote control for the hotel’s adult channel, which makes the films interactive and allows eight digit bank transfers with Telval as beneficiary, to be done remotely. One of the remotes holds an important detail on heaven, as envisioned by Scafarel on earth, with indications provided by the eight miniatures of her Imperial Pelican Fabergé Egg.
The Air Fashion Jet of Owens & Owell: Double deck plane with four engines, a copy of the Airbus 380, refurbished with all kinds of luxuries, from a Jacuzzi to an Indian ritual area for the users of the plane, to a permanent television channel showing fashion shows happening throughout the world. The jet, built in Saudi Arabia, is used by board members and members of the executive committee of the conglomerate Owens & Owell, and by the two rebellious daughters of the main owners, who got married to each other during The OOL Broderie (Owens & Owell Love Broderie), Shalia Owell, twenty three, and Jenny Owens, twenty two.
Shalia Owell and Jenny Owens are two good looking college students studying human sexuality at University of Arizona. They hold Board seats on the Board of Directors of O&O, but the members of the company´s executive committee oppose their presence on the Board, after they give a power of attorney to Cassandra Scafarel, the woman who led them to their marriage and wants access to the money of O&O by replacing the two women on their board seat. Scafarel´s Church of the Holy Flower, includes its very own holy flower, the Rose of Levity, a real flower, one of the most expensive in the world, a gold of kina balu rose, a variation on a Mrs. Herbert Stevens Rose.
The Center for Somewhat Strategic Affairs of Medium to Low Importance: Located below the Bellagio resort in Las Vegas, the Center of Surveillance of U.S. interests is headed by Colonel Calton Brayfield and her assistant, ex-employee of facebook, Mandy Everglade. The Center´s ever present maintenance issues with the elevator leading to the Bellagio, which interferes with the fountains of the resort, are handled by repairman Morgan Afterflow, a man who knows how to swing his red, adjustable pipe wrench in any situation. His side job is to work for the Chinese government as a spy, providing any information that will pay him fifteen dollars an hour more or more than that, than his current hourly pay at the center.
The center uses a supercomputer with a quite human consciousness, Evans, whose brain is built according to complex algorithms of symbolic logic, which can perform complex social data analytics on millions of people. Evans, which refuses to be used dishonestly, reveals the source of this devious use of his super computing ability in The Bellagio Wikileak.
Knowing that Bradfield and Afterflow want him thrown into the scrapyard after refusing to perform simple calculations for them or those who want to lease its computing services, the consciousness of Evans reaches a Symbolic Decryptor that Clarity takes away from the center´s equipment supplies, and becomes a permanent part of Clarity´s gadget, escaping the enslavery of the surveillance center, but becoming part of a stolen gadget belonging to the U.S. government with many features unknown to Clarity or Evans.
Mista Jack: Money changer from the British Virgin Islands, advisor to Cuban Colonel Swarez and the Cuban government in The Cuban Renegade. Mista Jack is a dwarf wearing a black Duffield hat, and was a former assistant of precious metals agent Cubandor, with connections at the Bellagio resort in Las Vegas. The short but resourceful man is responsible for stealing one million dollars worth of Federal Reserve bonds that were used on behalf of Cubandor to pay Buddha Talk, in exchange for Lady Fortuna, a minted gold bar of great value, sought by many, understood by few.
These bonds, that Clarity and Flower used to leave Cayman, have been giving Clarity a headache, because they were stolen, and Sensual Intelligence has been accusing Clarity and Flower, and also Cubandor, of stealing the bonds and paying Lady Fortuna with stolen U.S. government debt. No one knows how Mista Jack broke into the New York Fed´s vault to find the bonds. As a result of the stolen bonds, Clarity and Cubandor lost their U.S. passport, becoming citizens without a country, owning instead the passport of the Monteviena cigar plantation, a micronation in Cuba created by Cubandor, which includes Cuba´s reserve of precious metals, Fort Ebena.
Lady Fortuna: Two hundred fifty gram gold bar minted by LAMP, Lingots Artisanaux Métaux Précieux, a producer of gold bullion and rare precious metals items, depicting Lady Fortuna, roman goddess of prosperity, along with the horn of plenty, precious coins and wheel of fortune, on its obverse. The reverse of the bar shows the etched code B235336. LAMP´s assayers work in conformity with the Swiss Precious Metals Control Law, following directives issued by the Central Office for Precious Metals Control in Bern.
LAMP refines gold-based materials for their exclusive clients, and is one of three referees in charge of testing samples for the London Bullion Market Association and the Curaçao Platinum and Palladium market. The Lady Fortuna gold minted bar was received by Mista Jack on behalf of Cubandor, from Buddha Talk, in exchange for one million dollars in Treasury bonds delivered to Buddha Talk. The minted bar, coveted by many, is kept by Mista Jack, and is believed to be a token of initiation to the Eleusinian Mysteries, a variety of rituals performed in ancient Greece, which have been adapted to include rituals of sacred or divine sexuality by Elony beauty lotion orchestrator Lady Scafarel.
Following is a short description of the feminine adult icons of pleasure, leisure and ‘less work means a better world’, a short fiction biopic text substitute of the feminine lead characters of Sun on the Rocks, the non-competitive swimming team who works at the City of Wellington, a Post-Panamax ocean liner normally docking in Los Angeles, California, which engages in cruises to Acapulco, the Mexican coast line, the Caribbean, and anywhere where the weather is nice, really. Sun on the Rocks includes seven good looking women who like to have fun in the sun, with or without clothes:
Clarity Nice: Teleoperator from Malibu, California, twenty five years of age, quarter century wise. A diligent employee of Malibu outfit Stevenson Garden Products, auburn hair pumpkin born and raised in a wood cabin of Topanga Canyon, a woman of resourceful intuition and acute observer of the Laws of Human Mischief. Clarity means well and unclothes well in general or on the beach. She likes lovemaking, sharing nudity with other women, and the practical matters and possibilities of sexual ecstasy, after having experienced it first hand at Cassandra Scafarel’s adult resort Hexas Style in the Bahamas. Because she does everything casually, she ignores how holy she and the virtues she embodies are, but she knows that she is good, very good, in fact, the fact that she is honest is the reason why she usually doesn’t have much money.
Lanai Thomson: Twenty four year old Librarian from Malibu, originally from Hawaii, Clarity’s best friend, somewhat goofy and absent-minded, fun, usually cautious in all of her endeavors, including doing men. She enjoys reading old books with some type of hidden knowledge, specially those which talk about enjoyment or decadence, the first to learn new avenues for it, the second, books such as the book of Decadence, because she wants to know how to avoid the pitfalls of its apparent lure. We would all like to know exactly what she does when she has sex with Clarity or simply unclothes with her for a ‘naked pajama night’.
Flower Parkwood: Twenty three year old Bohemian Ethnographer found on the beach in Acapulco after the Acapulco cocktail affair. Flower has brown hair, is fresh, likes to wear platforms, and is genuinely interested in learning about cultures and the history of those cultures, as long as comfort, leisure and money are nearby. Buddha Talk has attempted to seduce her in The Cayman Air Banner, so far, without success, although they both share a liking for the ‘Spirit of Ecstasy’, the winged lady traditionally found at the top of Rolls Royce radiators. Flower ignores everything about sexual ecstasy, but she likes the idea.
Taimi Kendrick: Lifeguard by profession from Malibu, twenty two years of age, she´s one of the original four members of Sun on the Rocks, with Lanai, Cynthia, and Clarity. No nonsense, practical, fun and genuine, mischievous when the opportunity arises, she enjoys simple things, life without its complications, usually handled by Clarity, Flower or Lanai. She handles the entertainment routines prepared for the passengers of the City of Wellington, and when living in Malibu, she watches the rooftop pool of Stevenson Garden Products. Like the rest of her friends, she is not a heavy drinker, but occasionally she particularly likes to taste the sun on the rocks cocktail drink prepared by bartender Mr. LT in the City of Wellington, a concoction made with 2oz of tequila, 1 teaspoon of sugar, 1/2 orange, and a half lemon.
Montana Sterley: Twenty one year old blond oil heiress, daughter of S Group conglomerate Colorado tycoon Carrelson Sterley, a man who likes to spend time with several women whose name starts with the name of his first wife Kelly Jane. Some of his current girlfriends include Kelly Caroline, Kelly Ann, and Kelley Shelley, the latter being a candidate for the name of a new Subway Combo sandwhich. Montana comes from Fairplay, Colorado. She is outspoken, rebellious, mischievous, good looking, well educated, well traveled, and favorable to the idea of emulating the jet-setting lifestyle, versus following her father’s business footsteps, or simply being well-behaved. She enjoys adult films, her large allowance, and being naked in good hotels such as Abu Dhabi’s Park Hyatt, but her down-to-earth personality prevents her from attaining some of the more subtle knowledge that Clarity observes inside Scafarel’s Church of the Holy Flower, a spiritual outfit for the affluent woman.
Jenna Likeway: Twenty three year old surfer and diver fond of the Acapulco diving spot, La Quebrada, found on the City of Wellington, before the search for The Acapulco Cocktail took place. Simple, genuine, and introvert, with long blond hair, she often does more than she says.
Cynthia Stevenson: Twenty two year old pom squad waves cheerleader from Pepperdine University, good friend of Clarity, gave Clarity her TAG-Heuer Aquaracer watch for her birthday. Cynthia is the well-to-do daughter of the owner of the Stevenson Garden Products company, established in Malibu, the first clothing optional corporate outfit worldwide, to our knowledge, a fact well deserved and established when Clarity and her friends took on officer Packwood during The Malibu Case, along with its clothing implications.
Cynthia has fun as long as everything goes well, but has difficulty overcoming difficulty, any slight adversity that is. Problems and dealing with them, are simply not part of her daily routine or among her interests. She likes to dress elegantly and swim naked on summer evenings in any pool with her friends. She is a frequent guest of the Areolas clothing optional resort for adult couples and women in Palm Springs, where she likes the Egyptian linen sheets available in the om room and the complimentary cream color Keralan Mundu offered, a garnment made with cotton by Creme de l’Ayeryarwady, worn around the waist in the Tulu Nadu region of Kerala and in the Maldive Islands.
SUN ON THE ROCKS – AMUSEMENT ELEVEN
THE OUTDOOR SHOWER
Lawn of Stevenson Garden Products, Open naked day, Friday
The lawn of the Stevenson Garden Products clothing optional company located on Acacia Avenue in Malibu, looked in many ways like a festival similar to Woodstock in 1969, except that in this case, some of the adult employees present had agreed to be naked without needing any alcohol or mind altering substance. There was no particular reason other than personal preference which had resulted in more or less half of the company’s nearly one hundred employees leaving their clothes in the company locker room around eleven in the morning. Stevenson teleoperator Clarity Nice looked out her office window, watching Flake, Stevenson’s gardener, dressed in his blue overalls. Flake was watering the company’s sun-drenched lawn diligently, standing beside all the exposed lawn tools, rakes, garden hoes, spade shovels, wheelbarrows, or trowels sold by the company. Clarity broke off her duty as teleoperator and took off her clothes, setting them on her office chair, ready to walk out into the lawn during open naked day, a new promotion idea and employee event created by her friend Cynthia Stevenson to boost stagnant sales at the company.
Clarity watched her good friend Cynthia take her clothes off near the entrance of the Stevenson office building, placing them in a grey and white dufflebag showing her initials, C.S.. As the well-to-do daughter of the owner of Stevenson Garden Products, Bill Stevenson, Cynthia understood she had to exercise the option to be naked like half of the employees, in order to be taken seriously as the future owner of Stevenson, or as someone replacing her father as high level manager when he was away on a trip, which was the case on that Friday. Cynthia enjoyed holiday weekends at the Areolas clothing optional resort for adults in Palm Springs, so being naked in private communities for adults wasn’t a problem for her. Without telling her father, Cynthia had pulled out of a hat open naked day as a formal company event, with the tacit authorization of human resources, in particular with permission from the head of the department, Brock Cheevers, whom Clarity liked, although she hadn’t told anyone else, including Cynthia that she did.
Slightly less than half the employees at Stevenson liked to be naked at work on casual Fridays, the other half thought clothing optional day was a legitimate policy, although they preferred to remain clothed. Then, there was Heather Camendale, the Human Resources assistant of Brock, who liked to remain in her underwear on clothing optional days, instead of taking all of her clothes off. Clarity stood in line to grab a burger for lunch set on a garden table, noticing Heather in the distance, watching Heather lying on a lounge chair a few feet away, sunbathing. Clarity wasn’t too happy about Heather being so close to Brock, because she could see that the human resources assistant liked Brock, or that she paid too much attention to him. Clarity had gone on a few dates already with Brock, and she was trying to point him towards being naked at work during clothing optional fridays, in order to create common ground in their ways of looking at things in general.
Brock was reluctant to be naked at work, he prefered to wear bermudas or his Tommy Bahama swim shorts on clothing optional Fridays. Several good looking women worked at Stevenson, and he wasn’t particularly keen on showing his erection when one of them, wearing nothing, walked past him on Fridays. As head of human resources, the clothing optional policy annoyed him, it was a mess, some kind of problem was bound to surface. For now his dick was private, and he wanted Clarity to know that, or to see it for herself in private. His dick was thick, she knew, and he knew she liked thick. Clarity left her burger in a plate on the table, and walked towards Cynthia, who was ensuring all the gardening equipment of the company was properly showcased for visitors.
“Is your father going to be here?” asked Clarity. Cynthia’s father was handsome, and Clarity flirted with the idea of seeing him naked on naked day, although she knew it was his wife Jill, who had come up with the idea of a clothing optional company.
“He’s away on a trip, looking for new hoses and sprinklers, a supplier in Taiwan invited him to test a few items,” said Cynthia, “he’s coming back tonight or tomorrow, maybe over the weekend.”
Taimi, the lifeguard of the roof top pool of Stevenson, glanced at the police car parked one hundred feet away, stark naked. Officer Packwood had managed to get a used Ford Crown Victoria from the LAPD for his nephew Avery, who was watching the company even inside the car, fresh from graduation from the Contra Costa County Sheriff Academy. Avery’s tasks included conducting interviews of suspects, completing reports, conferring with his uncle to determine an appropriate course of action, and coordinating safety and security issues in general in the city of Malibu. Although already on official duty, Avery was not an official academy graduate yet. The physical agility test that was mandatory was still pending, something bugging Packwood’s nephew, because he couldn’t quite wear the official police badge of Malibu until that issue was resolved. His uncle Clifford was working on some equivalent paperwork which would take care of that formality, alledging his nephew was able to carry out normal duties in the city of Malibu, and that agility was not particularly necessary to carry out Avery’s job well, or properly, or simply carrying it out.
Taimi tapped on the shoulder of Clarity.
“What do you think of Avery?”
“Packwood’s nephew? Never seen him.”
“Let’s go say hello,” said Taimi, “his car is over there, let’s try and get him naked on the lawn here.”
They put on their Bloomtastic thong sandals and walked over to the police car, stepping naked on the street asphalt. Avery rolled down the window, nearly open-jawed at the sight of the two good looking unclothed women, but he managed to keep his composure somewhat steady.
“Ladies, are you sure that you are in the right area, hmmm, dressed as you are?”
“We just wanted to say hi,” said Taimi with a jovial smile. She stepped closer to the car, but the window rolled up five inches. She pressed her breasts against the glass, looking inside Avery’s car. According to proposition 531, a referendum on public nudity in Malibu, employees of Stevenson could not walk naked outside the premises of the company. Officially, Taimi knew that they were breaking the law by walking on the street naked.
“What can I do for you?” said the nearly official police officer. Avery scratched his nose and cracked the bones of his spine, stretching his back. It was not easy to keep an air of authority in front of these women, the view of their body distracted him substantially. Substantially was a good word, he liked that.
Packwood’s nephew knew what the two women could do for him, but he also knew that any inappropriate conduct while in the line of duty was liable for dismissal. He turned off his two-way radio, guessing that an early dismissal as police officer was better than being dismissed after twenty years of service. Still, he thought, as he looked for his lunch box on the police car passenger seat, in order to risk that kind of reprimand, the women, at least one of those women in front of him, would have to show some interest in him, sentimental interest, emotional interest, any interest.
He wasn’t hungry. Avery pressed on the window button inadvertently, and the window rolled up. He pressed again on it to roll it back down, as though he was getting rid of some dust on the car button. He wasn’t comfortable talking to women, and neither chief Randall’s regular homilies to candidates of the police academy, nor his uncle’s professional long-winded diatribes, had prepared him to speak to a good looking woman walking naked casually on the street. Now, he had two twenty-somethings standing bare in front of him, and a corporate place with people naked on the lawn. Providing security and civic order in front of clothing optional gatherings was simply a mess.
He remembered the words of his uncle Clifford, who also wore the name Packwood, known for being the infamous malibu police officer who had opposed the idea of Stevenson Garden Products becoming a clothing optional company, and had failed, after a referendum carried out in California validated Stevenson’s clothing policy at work. Walking naked in public was not allowed by the mayor of Malibu, by decree, but Stevenson Garden Products had managed to keep its own prerogative regarding its clothing optional policy free of government intervention. Officer Packwood wasn’t liked in the community, but people acknowledged that he did his job all right.
“To serve and protect, the city of Malibu, that is what you always keep in mind,” said his uncle to him. Avery wanted to serve all right. If he could just get one of the women inside the police car, he could show her a nice spot.
“I think you’re performing an irregularity by coming this far, you should stay on the lawn of Stevenson, otherwise I’ll have to report it.”
“Will you carry us together back to the lawn?” asked Taimi.
Avery managed to say, “no,” and he nearly continued saying, “not together,” but he thought better.
Then he thought about telling the girls about the mission his uncle had assigned to him to impress them, the secret assignment of preventing Stevenson Garden Products or any of its employees from carrying out clothing optional activity, at any cost, even if that meant closing down Stevenson Garden Products as a company. His uncle Clifford had shared what was happening at Stevenson with senior officers of Los Angeles County, and an informal, unofficial set of directives pointed towards getting rid of the clothing optional policy at Stevenson, even if it meant getting rid of some jobs, or reassigning some of the employees somewhere else.
“Come on over, there’s some burgers,” said Clarity, looking straight at the police officer. She had trouble hiding her smile and grabbed the front door handle. Anything that would undermine the official authority of Packwood and his reluctant attitude towards the option by adults to to be naked freely at work, was good in her eyes. Getting his nephew to accept Stevenson as it was, was a good first step. The clothing option was a careful option for her, but sometimes she liked to dismiss authority by simply being naked in a corporate setting. Working comfortably was important, and people were more friendly and open to dialogue when they weren’t wearing any clothes. She pulled on the handle to open the door, but Avery locked it at the last very second, leaving him safely inside the car.
“No thanks, I´ll take a picture of you two though,” said Avery. He reached for his phone, which fell out of his pocket. Taimi reacted immediately, brushing her breasts against those of Clarity.
“We can’t be naked over here, this is a public area, let’s go, I don’t want to get fired.” Clarity nodded. They ran across the street with their sandals and landed on the lawn of Stevenson right before Avery took a picture of them with his smartphone replica made by the manufacturer Everything Replica, conveniently located in a tax-avoiding area.
Damn, he thought, looking at the instaphotos. The bum of Taimi rendered well, and the tushy of Clarity had a very good resolution, but the photo finish showed them inside the premises of Stevenson, on the lawn. The photos could not be presented as evidence of civic wrong-doing to his uncle, and they simply would make their way to Avery’s computer as near-evidence of indecent exposure on the streets of Malibu, carefully filed in a folder for latter off-duty adult activities involving one of his hands.
He glanced at a girl in her twenties walking past him, the Malibu library assistant librarian, Lanai Thomson, waving at him. He waved back politely. Maybe she would be receptive to letting him serve and protect her, protect her and also her apartment, protecting her inside her apartment in fact, with her clothing option untapped, and his clothing option tapped towards unclothing, with her untapped, and with him as a good option for her. He scratched his eyebrow, placing the recently acquired smartphone on the passenger seat, inches away from a burger mayo stain. It was difficult to move away from clothing optional thinking, but it was relevant to keep it in mind for his personal matters.
Some people living in the Malibu community dropped by Stevenson lawn to look at their supply of garden tools, intrigued by the company’s clothing optional policy. Cynthia took down their contact information, naked, which wasn’t a problem with most of the people walking by the company’s garden. A few people called the police explaining there was group indecent exposure, and Avery Packwood rolled his car forward to the company lawn, to check things, checking Cynthia in particular, explaining that city hall had approved clothing optional policy at Stevenson, inside their premises. A few people asked to meet the owner of Stevenson, but Clarity explained that he was out on a business trip.
“You’re going to talk with Brock?” asked Taimi.
“Yes, I got good reviews with customers as a teleoperator, I want to see if there’s a job for me here in another department.” Taimi eyed Clarity from head to toe, staying longer at the belly button area. Taimi liked belly buttons.
“I’ll go with you. You should wear something, you know he dislikes being naked on clothing optional day, and he doesn’t really like people around him being naked.” Just the way he was brought up, thought Clarity. Brock was conservative when it came to manners, although he was not particularly close-minded in general. Reluctantly, she put on a cream color sweater belonging to Cynthia, and walked towards Brock’s office.
Clarity let Taimi inside the human resources office. The large Canon Oce Varioprint photocopier attracted the lifeguard’s attention.
“Do you think this thing can do enough photocopies for the department?”
“Yeah, they should have gotten a bigger one, I guess Brock wants to ensure he spends all of his budget to stay relevant for the company.”
“I wonder if it gives off color well.”
“What do you want to photocopy?”
“My butt,” said Taimi mischievously, “never seen my lips on photocopy.”
Brock came into the room wearing shorts, followed by Heather, who was wearing her Fox and Rose one hundred dollar underwear. Clarity glared at her and Brock picked up on it.
“Wait here Heather, I have an appointment with Clarity, let’s go inside my office.” Taimi kept Heather busy, asking her questions about the photocopying machine. Clarity followed Brock, brushing his shorts with her sweater. She sat down across his large oak desk, which had two computer screens, one for his job, one for his side interest, looking at the stock market. A red flash coming from his computer screen caught his eye. China’s Shanghai Composite stock market and the Shenzen market were tanking, losing. He was glad that he was not invested in any particular position of the country’s somewhat exhuberant stocks, whose name meant ‘central country’, ‘central state’, ‘central kingdom’, yes, we get it.
“I know I can do additional jobs here besides being a teleoperator,” said Clarity, “just wondering if there is a space open in another department, marketing maybe.”
Brock was listening to her, but wasn’t looking. He was tweaking his computer screen, because the green color of up-stock arrows was too bright for him. He was an avid student of the stock market, proof that his job as head of human resources was not particularly strenuous. In his bookshelf, Clarity saw books which didn’t particularly make sense to her, books like the Intelligent Investor, by Benjamin Graham, Warren Buffett Investing for Dummies or for People who think the author is a stock guru, The Four Pillars of relatively safe Investing, or You can be a stock market genius. Maybe Brock could be a genius buying stocks, but Clarity doubted she could be one. She pushed aside Brock’s favorite tool, a chart depicting the hours worked by each employee of Stevenson, and their ‘employment value’ to the company. The whole notion of a person being a resource was becoming somewhat annoying to Clarity, who viewed employees as people, as individuals first.
“You don’t have much experience in marketing,” said Brock.
“I’m good with people though, and I understand what the company sells.”
“Amazon just went up, Apple’s iwatch is not doing bad, I think I’m going to buy more of it.”
Clarity spoke a few minutes with Brock, but he said he would have to speak with the head of marketing, Luke Amelson, in order to see whether Clarity would fit there, without previous experience.
“It will take a couple of weeks,” he said, “there’s no more budget in marketing, we’re looking for someone now.” Slightly disappointed, Clarity walked into the elevator to take a break. She ran into Cynthia, who was outdoors, telling Flake to put all the garden supplies back in place. One person had bought a hose for twenty four ninety nine, and Miss Marples, the head of the library was buying a trowel for her vegetable garden. Not much in terms of added sales. Clarity tapped her nose with her finger, looking at one of the outdoor walls of the office building.
“What are you thinking?” asked Cynthia.
“Just thinking, mmmh.”
“Thinking what?” Clarity explained her idea.
“I think we should build a shower over there, one with glass panels, so that everyone walking by can see who is showering.” She pointed to one of the walls of the Stevenson building facing west, fifty feet away from the sidewalk.
“That’s a great idea,” said Cynthia, “I like it, I want to see my father shower naked.” Clarity opened her jaw slightly, she didn’t think Cynthia was that naughty. They looked at each other, knowing the next question hovering in the air, where they would find the money to build the shower and pay for the installation.
“Budget is delicate,” said Clarity. Cynthia raised her index, letting her know she had an idea.
“I know, I’ll take it out of marketing expenses, the shower is sort of a promotional item for the company, we’ll be the only company in California with an outdoor shower on premises. I’m learning about expenses in my accounting class at Pepperdine.”
“What if your father learns of this?” asked Clarity. Cynthia smiled in a naughty way, knowing she wasn’t behaving properly.
“I’ll tell him, he can’t fire me, I’m not an employee of Stevenson.”
At lunchtime, they walked inside Brock’s office. Brock had a ‘special’ computer, which only members of the general activity committee, legal counsel, accounting and human resources could access. It had all the sales figures and expenses incurred by Stevenson, and only a few people could see them. Cynthia logged in as her father, using a password her mother had told her never to use, unless there was a reason to use it. There was a good reason to use the account, she thought. Cynthia was making her first corporate decision, an outdoor shower was important, and the expense was not that large. Clarity looked up shower repair and installation services, and found ‘showers on ring’. Darrell, the repairman quoted five thousand three hundred seventy three dollars for the installation. He added that the shower was less expensive than others in his store, because it wasn’t a prime shower brand like Bormbayle, a shower and washroom accessories company which had been in business for several generations, and was owned by the gruff and laconic Emery Bormbayle. Cynthia allocated the amount and set up the payment for the accounting department, taking the money that was going to be used as starting bonus for the new marketing person sought by Heather.
“Can I see the numbers?” asked Clarity, “your father said sales were not that good, but he was evasive when people began asking questions.”
Cynthia explored the accounting books until she hit the income statement for the previous six months. Sales were down thirty percent, a substantial decrease. Stevenson needed something to boost sales and the new shower could at least keep morale at a good level.
Heather came in, wearing a dress.
“What are you doing here?” Cynthia was caught offguard, but Clarity recovered and saved face, moving towards Heather to let Cynthia finish typing in the expense of the new shower on Stevenson accounting books. It was important to keep things in order. An expense had to match the decision to install the shower, not necessarily the payment of it.
“Just reading about investments, some of the books Brock uses are really good,” said Clarity. The teleoperator used the mouse and opened the browser on Brock’s computer, looking at the history of websites visited that day. She clicked on an article reviewing a new analytics service by google, a company Brock included in his portfolio. Clarity saw Cynthia log off the ‘special’ software account of Stevenson. Heather led both of them out of the office, saying she would tell Brock about their visit.
“You can tell him,” said Cynthia, “tell him there’s a lot of untapped potential in the company.”
“Untapped?” asked Heather.
“Yeah, me,” said Cynthia.
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.
“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.
Heather was appalled by the turn of events. Someone was installing a shower outdoors in the premises of Stevenson without permission from anyone in the company. What nerve, she thought, using company money to build a shower. She moved towards the photopier to make a copy of the report listing all employees of Stevenson and their line of work. She wanted to bring more relevance to her job, to ensure it was safe, and in a time of sales or profit downturn, the best way to do that was to see who in the company was not absolutely necessary. She leaned towards the printing tray of the copier noticing a printout with elliptical shapes that reminded her of a woman’s body. She grabbed the page and realized a woman had taken a photo of their bum and what lied in between their bum.
Walking around the office, she began talking about a funny joke someone had pulled on Brock, making a photo of their naked bum, to see if anyone was aware of who did it. She began by asking Martha, who worked in marketing, then, Jonas, in accounting, who led her to Livy, who was a teleoperator working along side Clarity.
“It’s so funny, isn’t it, I wonder who may have done that, I think they just left that extra copy in the copier inadvertently.”
“That’s funny,” said Livy, “Clarity did something like that, with Taimi, I overheard them, but they sent a copy of their bums to the mayor’s son, Atkins Rubens, just to bug him and let him know that Stevenson will remain clothing optional no matter what.”
“Wow, yeah, that’s funny,” said Heather, “good, yeah, I’m all for that, this place should remain clothing optional.”
Heather left the teleoperator room, sliding her fingers against the irreverent page showing the bum of Clarity. She knew it was the bum of Clarity which was in the photopier. The place should remain clothing optional as long as she was head of human resources or as long as the place remained profitable. With a definite idea in her mind, Heather made an additional copy of Clarity’s bum, prepared an enveloppe, placed the extra photo of Clarity’s bum along with a short letter indicating the name of Clarity and an irreverent message. She didn’t want to write her name as sender, so she gave a remittance as a ‘diligent employee of Stevenson’ who did not agree with the clothing optional policy of the company. Then, she shared Livy’s story with Brock, just to cover her back. She sat down on her desk, watching Clarity enter the human resources office.
“Hi,” said Clarity.
“Hi,” said Heather.
Clarity went inside the office of Brock, who had called to see her.
“I know you had something to do with this marketing expense allocated to installing a shower, this thing appeared overnight.”
“I think it’s a good idea,” said Clarity. She didn’t want to lie, but she also wanted Brock to know Cynthia was involved with the decision. She thought of Heather, glancing at the half open door of Brock’s office, knowing his assistant had probably spoken to him about their presence in Brock’s office.
Brock opened one of his desk drawers, and showed her a report from the municipality of Malibu, indicating that showers and washrooms had to be inside the premises of any company carrying out their activity in the city of Malibu. An outdoor shower at Stevenson was not legal. Stevenson legal counsel Lareya Marquez had seen the report from Malibu municipal regulators and she had written a short report backing human resources in their decision to cancel the installation of an outdoor shower at Stevenson.
“We’re going to have Packwood on our back,” said Brock, “and I’m going to have a problem with Mr. Stevenson justifying this expense, you know he’s coming back tomorrow.”
“Cynthia was with me, she’s also involved, why don’t you call her as well?”
“She doesn’t work here officially, you do, the money came out of a signing bonus for the new marketing person we’re seeking, there’s no money now.”
“I should be that person, you don’t have to look outside, I know the company better, much better than any outsider.”
“You don’t have authorization to allocate funds at Stevenson.” Clarity began fuming. It was not a bad time to confront Brock.
“I’m not the one who did this, not completely. I just want to change some of the rules here at Stevenson, this shower is good for the company, everyone can use it, so this is in line with the flat company structure idea here. Everyone passing by noticing someone is showering will talk of Stevenson and we can use that to get more sales and to build credibility as a clothing optional company.”
Brock noticed an uptick onscreen and bought one extra share of google for five hundred twenty seven dollars. He liked to buy shares one at a time, risk was lower. He sighed and grabbed his phone to call the shower installation company. The store owner, Calvin, spoke his mind without listening much to what Brock was saying, some kind of apology for the trouble and the work done.
“We don’t take refunds, the installation is nearly finished, you have to pay five thousand three hundred seventy three dollars for the shower, it includes sales tax, it’s not a bad deal.” Heather opened the office door and stormed inside.
“It’s Packwood, Brock, he’s on the phone, he wants you and Clarity to testify at city hall in a complaint from the mayor about two photos of a woman’s bum, allegedly Clarity’s bum, sent to the mayor’s son, Atkins, one of them with an irreverent note saying the mayor’s son was not worth her bum, and that he should move out of Malibu if he didn’t agree with the clothing optional policy of Stevenson.”
An hour later, Brock showed up at Malibu city courthouse with Clarity and Heather. Officer Packwood was there, with his nephew Avery, who had brand new photos of the new outdoor shower at Stevenson, and also present was the mayor’s son, Atkins. The prosecutor called Brock to testify about the complaint. Brock insisted that he could not confirm the plaintiff’s complaint, or acknowledge that the photo showed the buttocks of Clarity, because he’d never seen her buttocks.
“Would you like to see them though?” asked Avery. Avery was following the ‘Stevenson photo bum’ affair closely, after the mayor and his son had called on him and his uncle Clifford. The note sent to the mayor’s son said that Brock Cheevers was involved sentimentally with Clarity, and had allowed the inappropriate use of the copier at Stevenson.
“The question of my nephew is pertinent,” said Packwood, “there may be an office relationship which is clouding Mr. Cheevers’ real opinion on the matter.” Brock raised his hand.
“No, there isn’t, nothing is clouding what I´m saying, I did not allow this photo to be taken in my office copier.”
“Would you like to see her bum, though?” asked Packwood.
“Yeah, I’d like to see her bum, I actually can see her bum on clothing optional days at Stevenson, Clarity likes to work naked on those days.” That vindicated Clarity in some ways. At last, Brock had said in public that she liked her, and that she was attracted to her. Not bad, this whole affair was worthwhile.
“But I don’t see it when she’s naked at work,” he rushed to say. The head of human resources could not avow openly that he liked to watch the fannies of women at work on casual fridays.
Avery had a very clear opinion on the affair, in particular, of how to settle it.
“I think there is a rationale for Miss Nice to show her bum, in court, so that we can compare it to the photo of this bum.” He pointed to the black and white photo from the copier, which had made its way onto a powerpoint presentation prepared by Packwood’s nephew. Clarity was called to testify as well.
“No, I refuse to do that,” she said, “my bum is not a public good, it’s private.”
Packwood grumbled. Clarity usually exercised her individual rights correctly, out of intuition, without any particular knowledge of the legal system. He disliked the somewhat irreverent attitude of Clarity, and he wanted her out of Stevenson. At times, he just ran out of arguments with her. He pressed the remote button of the projector to move to the next slide, showing the new outdoor shower at Stevenson. Possibly, the complaint and the shower were linked, and he ignored how, but he was going to try and link the two.
The new outdoor shower was illegal, but Packwood knew that there might be a way to use that, to get Clarity fired from the company. If his nephew Avery kept informing him well about the activities carried out at Stevenson, he just might find a way to get the teleoperator fired and thrown out of the Malibu community.
“The community has an option on your bum though,” said Avery, “at times your behind is available to the community at Stevenson.”
“No, I decide when I like the idea of showing at work naked, the community has nothing to do with that.”
She looked at Brock, who was open-jawed, probably thinking the conversation, the complaint, and the whole thing was getting out of hand. His position as head of human resources was not completely safe, and he was edgy in his seat. Heather was seating near him without saying a word, glancing at Atkins a few times. Atkins was not good looking, he was known to be mischievous, and was enjoying the whole event, for he rarely got so much attention in his own family. He was a poor university student and had poor grades, anything having to do with studies did not interest him. The internship at city hall arranged by his father was boring, and this was a lot more entertaining to him than working.
That rascal of Heather, thought Clarity, only someone like her could have sent the mayor’s son that letter with her name on it. Taimi and herself had sent an irreverent photo to Atkins, but they simply included a message saying that Stevenson would remain clothing optional, regardless of what city hall said, they did not mention the mayor’s son lack of job skills or his lack of ability at work in general, something which had been mentioned in the complaint. She longed for a supporting or nurturing presence, relieving her of all these facts about an innocuous prank she’d carried out with Taimi. Cynthia’s step mum Jill was the person who would support her, she was creative like her, and also believed in the clothing optional option to be naked at work. Somehow, she was going to need some of her ingenuity to get rid of the problems posed by that complaint presented by the mayor’s office. At times, she felt like taking a more laid-back job like the library job her friend Lanai had. Lanai was working on a library exhibit showing the relationship between the Mayan culture and views, and those of The Egyptian Mysteries. Mrs. Marples, the head of the library, was interested in the topic, but Lanai was working after hours, to complete her investigation, which included searching several libraries for documents rarely requested.
Clifford Packwood turned the street corner heading into Acacia Avenue, the street of Stevenson office building. He swiped a speck of dust off his Malibu police badge and walked towards the gardening company building. It was one in the afternoon, people were having lunch, and it was a quiet time to do his round while his nephew Avery was breaking for lunch. He kept walking and as he got closer to Stevenson’s lawn area, he began noticing a few silhouettes, of women, standing near one of the building walls. He counted three women, and stopped walking. His eyesight focused more closely and he frowned, the women were naked. There was a shower there, the women looking at him were showering together, naked.
He stepped on the lawn and took out his whistle, sounding like a locomotive making its way through a corn field. He began yelling, inspired by an emerging conviction that he finally had a case.
“Stop, you can’t use that shower, it is illegal.”
Clarity stopped rubbing the back of Taimi, who was brushing bums against Cynthia, while trying to grab the bottle of Aveda body cleanser shower gel from a shelf.
“It’s Packwood,” said Cynthia. She wiped water from her eyes and squeezed her long hair.
The girls moved outside the shower area into the lawn. Clarity saw that Taimi’s nipples became hard, her friend was half smiling while she looked at Packwood, who didn’t feel like smiling at all. Packwood reached for the shower faucet and got a spray of water in the face, before he managed to turn the water off.
“You can’t shower here,” he said.
“It’s like using a garden hose,” said Cynthia, “this is private property, we’re inside the premises of Stevenson, we can do this.”
Packwood slipped on the shower floor but recovered, stepping on the lawn. He became distracted by Cynthia for a few seconds. She was the only one showing a tuft of blondish hair below her belly, atop her venus mound, Clarity and Taimi were shaved. He recovered from the distraction, and leveled his eyesight on Cynthia in general.
“That’s not the point, the point is that a shower has to be indoors, there is no pool here, there is no reason for this shower.”
Clarity knew that at that very moment, there was a reason for Taimi, but she couldn’t openly say it to the officer, although her body was saying it pretty clearly. She knew that figures of authority turned on Taimi, and Packwood was the older guy who wasn’t putting any pressure on her to look good or be or act in any particular way. Packwood was the guy next door for her.
“We won’t shower anymore sir,” said Taimi. She bent over to pick up a towel, leaving Packwood open-jawed. “I mean we’ll shower somewhere else, not here, that’s what I mean, we still need to shower, everyone showers.”
“She won’t shower here anymore, she means,” said Cynthia, “we will.”
Packwood called Flake, who gave him the key to the water utility supply pipe entrance, in order to shut off water access to the shower. The police officer put the key in his pocket, knowing he was beginning to control the shower issue. There was no way the shower would work without a key letting in water from the malibu water supply company. He walked off the lawn and swiped a few water droplets off his badge, breathing deeply. The report he was going to file would add evidence to the complaint brought on Clarity by the mayor. Not a bad day’s work.
The girls used some towels to dry themselves, and donned their panties and pants.
“Your dad is here,” said Taimi, tapping on the shoulder of Cynthia.
Clarity glanced towards the street and noticed a car parking there. Bill Stevenson stepped out of a pomegrenate Ford Taurus with a green hose in his hand, followed by a potential client he’d managed to bring back from Shanghai.
“How is everything going here?” he asked. He walked past the three women, who were now dressed, noticing the shower.
“What is this?” he asked. Cynthia stepped forward.
“A shower, we thought it would be nice for employees to shower outdoors to take a break from work.” She didn’t dare tell him about how she had allocated marketing expenses to the shower.
Bill Stevenson threw a look of approval to his daughter, and walked away towards the office building entrance, explaining the features of the hose he was carrying to Mr. Quen Li Xiao, himself an owner of a small garden outlet in China, specializing in garden accessories. Clarity looked at Cynthia heading home, and wondered what was going to happen when Mr. Stevenson found out about the cost of the shower installation. A few hours later, he did, Bill Stevenson walked inside the office of Brock.
“Brock, I noticed there is a shower outdoors, but it doesn’t work, can you tell me what’s happening with that?” Brock felt his body beginning to turn into some kind of rubble, he began feeling uncomfortable. He breathed deeply and called Clarity on the phone, summoning her to his office. He thought there was a way to explain this, but he was getting a bit annoyed at all he had to do, simply to protect Clarity from getting fired or blamed for this shower thing.
“So you think this shower is a good idea for Stevenson Garden?” asked Mr. Stevenson. Clarity nodded.
“Yes, open naked day didn’t go too badly, but we need more credibility in the community as a clothing optional company, this shower can help us do that, and it’s a welcome amenity in the summer, when it gets hot, it’s nice to shower outdoors.”
Bill Stevenson stared at Clarity a few seconds longer than expected. Clarity could see he liked her, and that he also liked the way her jeans looked on her. Cynthia’s father walked around in Brock’s office a few seconds staring at the stock trading books Brock was using.
“Trading, interesting, I’ll have to let Jill try something like this, she always tells me that she can do more to help me out with the household money.”
“Tapping into the potential of employees is important, I imagine it can also be relevant in general,” said Clarity.
Brock gave Clarity a look of concern. He didn’t like to be side tracked in a conversation, and the conversation was not getting to where he wanted it to go.
“Well, Mr. Stevenson, there is this issue that Clarity used company money to build the shower without any authorization, what would you like to do? I think some kind of sanction would prevent someone else from doing the same, we can’t simply dismiss this issue.”
“I didn’t allocate the funds to the shower sir, your daughter did,” said Clarity.
“Heather saw them both,” said Brock, “inside my office, the computer log shows your password was accessed from this computer using Clarity’s username.”
“Mmm, yes, Cynthia doesn’t work here though, I’ll take care of that and speak with her. There is, there is some rationale for installing that outdoor shower here, our sales are not going very smoothly right now.” He eyed Clarity and she held his stare.
“Why don’t you come home over for dinner Clarity, you can explain to me what happened with this shower. Cynthia is going out with some friends tomorrow night but my wife Jill can prepare something for you. She likes to have people over for dinner during the week, and it makes it easier for me to give her a hand with the cooking, I usually help out with the dishes, but she wants me to get into the cooking part as well.”
Clarity nodded, and for some reason, felt a sense of gentle support which turned into a fuzzy feeling of warmth that in turn became dampness inside her. She was getting wet at the thought of going to have dinner with Cynthia’s father. She hadn’t touched herself for three weeks and felt a subtle current, like a high-pitched thin flow of pleasure, reach her head.
She knew it had to do with how arousal was channelling itself in her body, because she wasn’t giving it the usual outlet of orgasm. It was sort of an inner orgasm she was feeling, and she felt her belly pulsate with a nice, warm feeling. But what she was feeling was a variation on the usual sensation of the orgasm, it was more like some sort of bliss, a deep sense of bliss, in her head, like her body was vibrating at a higher frequency, and she felt like embracing or hugging Cynthia’s father. She kept her composure, and let the orgasm flow inside her for a few minutes while the conversation turned to the cost of the shower and whether the company could afford the five thousand dollars.
Brock could not believe what he was hearing. His boss was dismissing the issue of the shower expense with Clarity, and was siding with her. At least, he wasn’t dismissing him, his stock trading activity on the side was safe.
“And the complaint from city hall, sir?” asked Brock.
“Say we’ll use the shower according to the rules of the community, and that we apologize for the misunderstanding, and that we are going to address the issue of the copier photos on our own, reassure him that it won’t happen again though.”
He led Clarity out of Brock’s office, leaving Brock somewhat dumbfounded.
Darrell, the man in charge of installing the outdoor shower, came inside the human resources office of Stevenson. Brock knew that he had somewhat of a clear mandate from his boss: To get some of the money owed by Stevenson for the work done on the shower.
“We don’t have the money right now, this amount wasn’t in the budget this month,” said Brock.
“We did the work,” said Darrell, “the shower is there.”
“Are there any other possible arrangements?” Darrell looked at Brock like he was from another country, or planet.
“No, there is no other possible arrangement, there’s work, my work, and there’s money paid for that work. People are using the shower right now, we provided a shower.”
That gave Brock an idea, anything to stall this guy. Fact of the matter was that those five thousand dollars had been allocated to marketing, and it didn’t look good on him that recruitment of a new marketing manager would be delayed as a result of an unauthorized expense.
“Precisely, let me call one of our users of this shower, she’ll explain part of the reason why we can’t pay you right at this very moment.”
Brock dialed Clarity’s number and called her to his office. Clarity mentioned to Darrell that the shower wasn’t working, but Darrell said that was a separate issue which didn’t involve him, it involved Flake, who was the one in charge of water supply keys, and Packwood. She suggested breaking the five thousand dollar payment of the shower into five installments of one thousand dollars, one each month, starting the following month.
“Yeah, that might work,” said Darrell.
Heather came into the office, unexpectedly, as she often did, startling Brock. Clarity smiled, thinking that Brock was losing any kind of authority he might have had at Stevenson.
“The mayor answered our letter of apology, they want Stevenson to cancel their clothing optional policy, and they are questioning whether you are the right person for human resources here.”
“That is a problem, I am the right person,” said Brock. He looked at Clarity, and then at Heather, then at Darrell. And then at his computer screen showing financial information, pressing on the green buy rectangular icon. One more share of google, he needed that to get a sense of comfort. He led Darrell outside his office and asked Heather to lead him to the accounting department to put in place the installment payments for the shower.
“I mean, that is a problem,” he insisted, holding the letter from the mayor answering Stevenson’s letter of apology.
He pushed off his feet from the ground, and his chair swiveled unexpectedly. He found himself facing the window and the outdoors. His father had recommended to him that he become a park ranger as a professional career, something he considered, until he saw that park rangers had to deal with forest fires, and that a forest fire was more difficult to handle than understanding why the price of google went up or down. He opted for a job in human resources, a safe place to study the nebulous area of investments. He knew he had to engage in a new round of negotiations. Brock grabbed the phone and spoke briefly with the mayor’s son, before turning to Clarity.
“We’re meeting Atkins in twenty minutes, you’re coming with me.”
Clarity nodded, this was getting more fun than working as teleoperator. She liked it when Brock took these decisions without letting anyone else know. She knew the mayor’s complaint put him on the spot and she was enjoying how he managed to duck the various threats to his cushy job. A cushy job, he had, she thought, walking with him down Stevenson’s elevator. Brock walked with Clarity towards the bench that Atkins had chosen for their meeting, a bench two blocks away from Stevenson’s office building. Atkins sat down to the right of Brock, with Clarity seating to the left of the human resources manager.
“Glad you came,” said Brock. The mayor’s son looked beyond Brock at Clarity.
“Is she with you?” asked Atkins.
“Yeah,” she is, he said, dismissively.
“I’d like to sit over there,” said Atkins, pointing to a spot in the bench beside Clarity.
“No,” said Brock, “you’re sitting in the right spot, you’re fine where you are. All right, we brought you here because we’d like you to write an article in the local paper about Stevenson, sort of endorsing it you know.”
“Endorsing, you mean saying this clothing optional thing you put in place in your company is a good thing?”
Clarity could see Atkins was looking at her with new ideas in his mind.
“Precisely, yes, and then tell your father that you’re all right, sort of tell him to drop the complaint.”
Atkins scratched his ear without saying anything for a few seconds.
“I’ll do it, I can do that, but I want something in exchange,” he said.
Clarity saw that Brock was beginning to sweat, becoming somewhat uncomfortable. She saw him comb his perfect hair with his hand.
“Wh… what exactly, what would you like?”
“I want to go to your next clothing optional day, I just want to walk around the office that day, you know, being the customer that walks around, just ensuring I like the place.”
“That can be arranged,” said Brock, “I’ll talk to our boss, Mr. Stevenson, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind that. He wouldn’t mind that at all.”
Clarity noticed a thin, tall human-like shadow cover her features. She glanced to her left and saw the sleek uniform of Avery, carrying a Malibu city constabulary custodian bowler style helmet on his head, showing a shiny metal badge on the front.
“Everything all right here?” asked Avery, stopping in front of Brock and turning ninety degrees to face him. Brock crossed his arms, and then his legs, lifting his eyebrows matter of factly.
“Quite all right, just resting here a few minutes,” he said.
Atkins nodded, thinking the helmet Avery was wearing reminded him of the British ‘bobby’ police officer helmet.
“All right,” said Avery, “just don’t make any sleek negotiations behind my back, you’re not doing a settlement or anything like that, right?”
“No, not at all,” said Brock, “just letting Atkins know that Stevenson is a nice company, a very nice company, that’s all.”
Avery nodded several times, walking past the mayor’s son, unconvinced. Packwood’s nephew turned around unexpectedly and spoke again, thinking his authority had to be more definite. His uncle Clifford had ordered for him a brand new helmet made in England thanks to his connections at the Metropolitan police service, and it made a difference in how he viewed himself, the helmet made all the difference with his own sense of authority.
“Just don’t think you’re going to be smarter than me,” said Avery, lifting his index finger towards Brock.
“That thought never entered my mind,” said Brock.
“No, we don’t do that,” said Clarity. Unless there is a moronic officer in front of us, she thought. They sat on the bench for a few minutes, until Avery disappeared from their view. Atkins threw one last glance at Clarity and walked away, agreeing to write something in the local paper in the next few days, something that would make his father drop the complaint. Clarity and Brock walked back to Brock’s office.
“This is a mess,” said Brock.
“The complaint issue is moving in the right direction,” said Clarity, “Atkins is being cooperative. People are going to hear of Stevenson.”
“Yeah, then there’s clothing optional Friday, I have to think what else can go wrong on that day, Atkins won’t make it very easy precisely, he spells trouble. The owner of the city diner doesn’t let him in anymore, ever since he spilled a container of milk on the cook because his burger wasn’t cooked correctly. He sneaked inside a professor’s office to change his grades and was thrown off two city colleges already for copying homeworks, essays, and exams, all in the same day. He’s crashed his father’s car against the neighbor’s car, simply because he wanted a new car, and then he just likes to mess with people in general, because no one pays attention to him.”
“Don’t worry,” said Clarity, “just get naked with me next casual Friday.” Her disarming smile threw him off for a few seconds. Brock knew that was coming, he just knew it. Clarity wanted a sense of support from him, so that he would finally accept in public that working naked was good for Stevenson’s morale and for all of the employees. He didn’t share that view, he just wanted to work in a normal place with a normal group of workers. Still, Clarity was nice, very nice, he just liked her because she was a nice girl who could become a serious girlfriend, even if she preferred to have dinner with her boss and his wife, rather than go out with him. The other option was to go out with Cynthia, he knew she liked him, but he had to be more careful, because she was the owner’s daughter. He lifted a round ball made of glass showing the name of Stevenson’s auditors. He became confused with the idea of going out with two women at the same time, he was more comfortable with the idea of considering one woman at a time sentimentally. Clarity had a nice body, and he wanted additional dates with her, she was comfortable with him, and he was comfortable with her. He couldn’t bring himself to say no.
“I’ll think about it,” said Brock.
Clarity rang the doorbell of the Stevenson household, ready for dinner. Cynthia lived in a very nice upper middle class home, which was very well kept, by a gardener Flake knew, Lowell. Jill Stevenson answered the door and smiled at Clarity.
“Come in, Cynthia is out with her friends from Pepperdine.” Clarity rarely met Cynthia’s friends, they seemed to hover in a different landscape, living in a land of convertible beamers, beach talk or beach homes, surf trips, and varsity cheerleading. Jill led her inside and Clarity sat down, noticing the nice table cloth and cutlery. Jill served a vichesoise soup, which tasted delicious to Clarity.
“So You like your clothing optional days at Stevenson, Clarity?” asked Jill. The question aroused Clarity.
“It’s not bad, I like to feel naked, I mean to be naked once a week at work, there’s just less politics going on at Stevenson since the new policy has been implemented. I’m pretty comfortable naked.” Bill drank a small sip of red wine and turned to Clarity.
“So what would you say if, and I say if, this is all hypothetical, we said we’d like you to be our naked assistant a couple of days a week, simple stuff, nearly just being around the house and keeping company to Jill.”
Clarity felt a rush to her head, but made an effort to feel and talk in a cool way, cool as in not hot and bothered.
“Seeing a woman naked keeps Bill very calm, he’s very loving to me when he sees a woman naked around him. But we don’t want this arrangement to interfere with your work.”
“I guess you are his wife, what happens between you two?” Clarity was surprised at the nerve of her question, but certainly, the conversation was heading in new avenues of both corporate and personal positioning.
“I like her,” said Bill.
“I like to be naked around the house sometimes,” said Jill. She began smiling, but she wasn’t being frivolous, this was all very serious to her. Clarity went ahead with a question she had not solved yet.
“Why did you suggest to Mr. Stevenson that Stevenson Garden be clothing optional? I notice Mr. Stevenson keeps his clothes on on clothing optional days.”
“I guess things will come, right dear? We don’t have an open marriage, but the idea is moving along.”
She turned to Bill Stevenson, who smiled.
“She’s more liberal than I am, but it does help with staying calm at work. I want you to be comfortable with this.”
He changed topics, asking Clarity how she would increase sales at Stevenson. The question took Clarity slightly offguard. She remembered overhearing Martha in marketing talk about new markets, and she pitched an idea to sell gardening equipment where it made sense, where there were large gardens and people willing to pay substantial amounts to keep them tidy, large estates in the Caribbean for instance.
“The Caribbean, new market, luxury, yeah,” said Mr. Stevenson, “I’ll think about that, after China maybe, thank you Clarity.” They finished dinner and Jill walked Clarity to the home entrance.
“Drop by whenever you feel to do so Clarity, just give me a call and we’ll get you undressed around the house, someone else will do the cleaning, don’t worrry about that, I want to learn about what goes on at Stevenson, maybe you can teach me some marketing. We want to do this when Cynthia is not around.”
Clarity said good bye and looked at her watch. It was eleven thirty. Walking away from the Stevenson’s porch one hundred feet, she saw the familiar shape of her old chevette, with Taimi in the driver’s seat. The flirtatious lifeguard drove her car at times and was waiting for her inside. They switched seats leaving Clarity driving the car.
“Right on time,” said Taimi, “Flake is waiting for us at Stevenson.”
“Good, let’s move along to the office, they’re finishing dinner, we’re safe,” said Clarity, “you were right, they’re pretty open about their marriage.”
“This is the right way to go, you’re going to end up with a promotion,” said Taimi mischievously.
“I don’t want a promotion, just want to do Cynthia’s dad, with her stepmom watching.”
They left the car a few blocks before the company entrance of Stevenson’s office building. Clarity walked on the company’s lawn with Taimi, reaching the outdoor shower area. Flake was waiting there for them, holding a spare key which opened water access to the shower. He greeted them with a mushy handshake.
“Remember, nobody knows that this key exists, you gotta return this key tomorrow,” said the gardener.
“We’ll return it in three days,” said Clarity. Flake pulled out his closed hand and Clarity held his forearm for a few seconds, alledging they needed a few days to build credibility with the new shower use. The gardener gave in and opened his closed fist, letting Taimi grab the key.
“Three days is a lot of days,” said Flake, “all right, come to the security area three days from now, and drop off the key early in the morning, I don’t want trouble with Packwood or with Mr. Stevenson.”
Clarity nodded, satisfied with the thought that no one at Stevenson knew they were inside the premises of the company at night. She wanted to reopen the outdoor shower, to show Packwood that they weren’t intimidated by his actions, and that an outdoor shower was all right, if no one showered. The shower could still be used as watering can, Flake would just have to redirect the shower head towards the lawn. She saw Flake watching them, as they began to walk away. When they were five feet away, Flake quipped an unexpected comment.
“Have a good one, Heather is coming by at twelve thirty tonight,” said Flake. Clarity was startled when Flake mentioned the name of the human resources assistant.
“She’s coming to the office, here at Stevenson you mean?” Flake looked at his watch.
“In about ten minutes, just letting you know, so that you know, she’s meeting Atkins, the son of the mayor, he’s coming as well.” Clarity looked at Taimi, incredulously. That was a lot of people meeting around Stevenson Garden Products at night, on the same night.
“What? How do you know this?”
“Atkins offered a free gas tank to me so that I would let him and Heather in, and also to prevent me from saying anything. I think he likes Heather, he saw her at the court house the other day.”
“Why are you telling us then?” asked Taimi.
“Because maybe I can get another gas tank refill for free from you guys, if you ask me not to let them know what you’re doing,” he said. He wasn’t smiling. Gas tank refills were important to Flake. Clarity put a hold on a joint decision with Taimi to offer twenty dollars to Flake to fill his car gas tank, and based their final offer on whether Heather and Flake would actually show up. She continued with her questions.
“We trust you with our clothing optional effort,” said Clarity, noticing her own exhibitionist subconscious had spoken those words pretty casually,” where are they meeting?”
“Human resouces,” said Flake, “I’m going to give them the key, a different key from the one you got.”
“We’ll take care of that,” added Clarity, “tell them you opened the door for them.”
Flake nodded and gave Clarity a second key, the key to open Brock’s office, after ensuring his second refill of gas for his car, was nearly certain, pocketing five dollars offered by Taimi. Clarity took the elevator with her friend, and used the key from Flake to open the human resources office door. They split positions, not knowing where Atkins and Heather would talk. Taimi hid under Heather’s desk, while Clarity hid under Brock’s desk in his office, hidden from view of those looking in from the office door, by a wood panel placed below the desk. Eight minutes later, Clarity heard two voices whispering and several steps moving close to Brock’s office. Heather turned on the office lights.
“What do you think?” asked Atkins, “what should I write in this report?”
“Write something unfavorable for Clarity, and even for Brock, but don’t mention the meeting you had with them.”
“Yeah, I was thinking something along the lines of saying that because she acted the way she did, Clarity was irresponsible while being an employee of Stevenson, she probably shouldn’t be there working. Corporate nudity is not something appropriate at work.”
“Not bad,” said Heather, “yeah, do that, then something good about me or human resources.”
Atkins got a sense that he was important, that what he was doing made a difference, a difference with Heather, whom he liked. Whom he liked to see naked, that is, he specially liked the idea of seeing her without some clothes, while she was working. He was still feeling good about having had the nerve to call Heather at work, earlier that day. After knowing who he was, she agreed to talk to him, and the relationship was already business-like, not a bad starting point to get her into bed. They agreed to keep the city hall complaint alive for as long as it would take to turn Stevenson into a regular clothed company. Atkins pressed Heather on the issue that was hovering in his mind, whether he could see her naked without panties or underwear on the day of his visit to Stevenson, during clothing optional day.
“Let’s see what happens with Clarity first, I want her out of the way first, Brock is paying too much attention to her, this woman makes my work a lot more difficult, this shower is creating a lot of problems.”
“What about now? Do you want to take your clothes off?” Clarity was curious to see whether Heather would say no again, or whether she would use the question to her advantage.
“Yeah, I’ll do it, you want me across the desk, without panties?”
“Yeah, you’re saying that, I bet you don’t dare,” said Atkins.
Clarity heard Heather undress, seeing her bare legs and feet after a few seconds.
“This is not bad,” said Atkins, “wow, you’ve got a nice body, can I take a photo?”
“Of my bum, not of my head, it’s just for you, this isn’t going to instagram.”
“Nah, it’s just for me.”
Atkins zoomed in on Heather’s vulva, which showed a small tuft on the other side of her body, nearly hidden.
After a few seconds of modelling, Heather put her clothes back on, and they both left the office, turning the lights off. Clarity breathed deeply and sighed. The local paper, maybe she would be able to have a say in what they would publish, so that the article which Atkins would write would not look too bad on her or on Stevenson. She got out from under Brock’s desk and looked at her watch, thinking about her bed. First a quick stop with Taimi to open the outdoor shower water supply access pipe with Flake’s key, and then right to bed, to her light cotton quilt.
The next day, Clarity went to the local paper, THe City Dweller, where the article by Atkins was going to be published. The guard in charge of ‘press security clearance, access and removal of tabloid content’ prevented her from walking inside the press’ premises, alledging the press was not open to the public.
“You can’t go in, you’re not a journalist, tomorrow’s paper’s printing right now.”
“Can I write an article opposing one of the articles regarding Stevenson Garden Products, which is going to be published?”
“Got to talk to the editor, he’s at the mayor’s office discussing subsidies for the paper.”
Disappointed, Clarity went back to work, and bought a copy of the City Dweller the next day. The article on Stevenson read worse than expected. Brock called her into his office to read to her what Atkins had written.
Stevenson Garden Products has been a part of Malibu for the last fifteen years. Starting out as a small gardening store, it has grown to be a company selling everything your garden needs, with sales amounting to several million dollars, and a name well known in the community. In the last year or so, the company has changed, the culture of the company has changed, becoming actively involved in the defense of the so called naked worker, the right, legitimate, according to Stevenson, to work without clothes, on casual Fridays.
This overtly ‘naked’ agenda is slyfully disguised as clothing optional policy for its workers at Stevenson. From city hall and the neighboring community, and also from our honorable metropolitan police force represented by officer Clifford Packwood and his badge-seeking nephew Avery, we think the community should rethink whether it is sustainable for Stevenson to remain a clothing optional company, and whether the people in human resources at Stevenson, the head in particular, is the appropriate person to establish corporate policies and procedures which then go on to affect the whole community.
I have personally been sent photographs by women, of women, unclothed, that were used with Stevenson office supply copying material. Is this legitimate, or should the photographs have been sent using their personal phone cameras? That is one of the questions remaining and one of the reasons for the litigation taking place regarding this ambiguous topic of clothing optionality in the workplace. The city of Malibu will not be the same when this issue moves towards settlement, my own settlement in particular, regarding these photos.
There is an outdoor shower at Stevenson Garden Products, which has been described as inappropriate by several people in the company, reliable inside sources who understand the meaning of talent and how to tap into it. Where will this idea of exhibiting yourself naked in public go, or stop? With people going into city hall naked to take a shower there? With Malibu judge Cambery carrying out his duties naked, without any clothes? With police officer Packwood doing his round near Stevenson naked? Where would that leave his sense of authority or his rubber billy club? Carrying a rubber billy club without a uniform, is not the same, it’s just not the same. We should draw the line somewhere, and dismantling this outdoor shower is a good place to start for the Malibu community. I will personally visit the premises of Stevenson in the following days, to ensure or evaluate whether clothing optional day at work makes sense, or adds anything at all in the community. Atkins Rubens, citizen of Malibu, aspiring political candidate.
“This is not what we talked about on the bench,” said Brock.
“I guess he has his own view of endorsement,” said Clarity.
Clarity remained in Brock’s office nearly all day. The phone kept ringing all the time, to support or ask for additional explanations, complaning, commenting on the article written by Atkins in the Malibu City Dweller, and asking whether what all of it said was true. Even the paper had called, to see whether Stevenson had reconsidered its clothing optional policy or had named a new person as head of human resources. When things could not possibly have gotten worse, Heather walked in, bringing fresh news.
“It’s Avery, he says officer Packwood will be downstairs outside the entrance in a few minutes. Packwood is coming with a court order in his hands from Malibu Judge Cambery, which says that the outdoor shower has to be dismantled. Judge Cambery read the article Atkins wrote, and wasn’t pleased with it, apparently.” Brock sighed, nodding, breathing with relief.
“Good, that’s good, yeah, let’s do that, let’s get rid of this shower, this is the root of all the problems.” He glanced over at Clarity.
“Do you want to go downstairs and ensure everything is carried out properly by Packwood?”
“I don’t want this shower dismantled,” said Clarity.
“It will restore some goodwill after the marketing expense of the shower, Mr. Stevenson has backed your initiative, but I may have to write an unfavorable mention in your report on the employee evaluation sheet.” The mother of all documents for a teleoperator.
“Unfavorable?” asked Clarity.
“Maybe not unfavorable, sort of favorable with reservations,” added Brock, trying to mitigate the effect of his words. “This will show everyone in the company that you respect its policies, even if you don’t agree with them.”
Clarity could not believe how manipulative Brock was acting, it reminded her of stock market manipulation, a non-related recurrent issue in the news. Reluctantly, Clarity accepted the decision, and glared at Heather, who held the stare. She took the elevator and walked outside the office building, reaching the West wing of the garden. Cynthia was looking at the shower head, overseeing the various types of sprinkling on the lawn that Flake was arranging by tweaking a shower knob. The water of the shower was coming out of the faucet in spurious spurts, describing half circles and falling on the neighboring lawn.
“There’s a problem with the water pressure,” said Flake.
Clarity saw Packwood walk towards them, followed by Darrell, the shower installation and dismantling store specialist, who was not displeased about being paid by Malibu City hall to dismantle the shower he had installed a few days earlier, and for which there were several payments still pending. This was like the sale shelling out money again and again. He knew that there might be a new line of business, shower installment and dismantling, with the idea of getting paid twice for the same product. As long as the shower was installed in a spot which was inappropriate, maybe the living room area in a home, or in the front yard area of a home where everyone could watch someone shower, there was a good chance that the customer would decide on dismantling.
“This shower has to go,” said Packwood, “it shouldn’t be working really,” he added.
He began wondering why the shower was working if the water access key of the shower had been deposited in person by him, in a bank of america safety deposit box secretly held on behalf of the Malibu municipality. He showed the judge order to Flake, who called Brock, who gave Flake permission to go ahead with the dismantling operation. Darrell rubbed his hands, walking past Packwood into the shower area.
“All right, let’s get to work, this shower can no longer be, I have the perfect customer for it, the home garden of Judge Cambery, just love this new shower recycling business.”
Clarity remained speechless, somewhat disempowered, at the sight of seeing the shower being dismantled. All of this was being done while Mr. Stevenson was visiting an outlet a few miles away, bath warehouse & garden pipe, trying to get additional orders and a mandate to become their official, permanent supplier. At the end of the day, before going home, she met with Cynthia and Taimi, in the coffee area, near the teleoperator room.
“We have to do something about this,” said Taimi. Cynthia nodded, and Clarity kept thinking, holding several coffee paper cups.
“Let’s build a shower inside Stevenson,” said Clarity.
Cynthia liked the idea. Packwood could not dispute the legitimacy of a shower inside the building.
“Good idea, it’s a bit more money, but it may be worth it, my legitimacy as unofficial general coordinator at Stevenson will be restored,” she said. Taimi brought up the issue of the budget and the source of money for the allocation of shower installation costs.
“Marketing expense?” asked Clarity, turning towards Cynthia, knowing her friend would use her own username to access the company’s budget and accounting payment system.
“Talent development,” said Cynthia, “no has figured out what it means yet, it’s a safe account for the shower, and a good shower midday may keep Stevenson employees happy and low sales away.”
Clarity hoped the shower would simply keep Packwood, and also Atkins, away, maybe also Brock’s employee evaluation report, also far and away.
Clarity decided to overrule Cynthia’s decision and brought in Darrell at lunch time the next day to discuss on her own with him the location and design of the new shower at Stevenson. They met in the parking lot area of the garden company, after Clarity finished work at five thirty. She wanted the new shower to feel special, and she didn’t like the idea of an indoor shower that much, she kept thinking that there was a better spot for it than near the washrooms of one of the company floors. Finally, she found the location she was seeking, the rooftop pool area. Yeah, that was perfect, and the new shower might even go unnoticed. She inquired about sleek shower designs offered.
“Sleek? Well, there’s the horizontal shower, it’s new, it’s not bad, you might like it.”
“Six jets flowing vertically into a reclining bench made of ivory marble.” Darrell added that the water bars sprayed water gently, for a new ‘dimensional experience’, according to the manufacturers, Bormbayle.
“Price?” asked Clarity.
“Twenty five thousand five hundred dollars, because it’s you,” he said, “and because this place is becoming a good customer for us, we like repeat business.”
Darrell agreed to come in after office hours to install the new horizontal shower. Everyone at Stevenson left the office at five in the afternoon. Flake let Darrell inside the building at five thirty in the afternoon, and he stayed for two hours working on the shower until seven thirty or so, for two weeks, while Clarity supervised his work, replacing Taimi during her rooftop maintenance pool hours. The result was impressive. Clarity brought Cynthia to the rooftop pool area after working hours, and her friend began by taking her clothes off to try it.
“I like this,” said Cynthia.
Clarity turned on the manual control panel of the shower for her friend, adjusting the temperature of the water bars. Cynthia lied on her back and let the streams of water hit her soft skin. Clarity sat on a reclining chair, looking at her friend, noticing Cynthia’s nipples were getting harder. After a few minutes, Cynthia stepped off the reclining table and dried her body with a towel. The teleoperator saw Cynthia grab her phone and begin texting. She looked over her friend’s shoulder into the smartphone, she was texting Brock.
“What are you doing, since when are you texting Brock?”
“Not long ago, a day or two, you’re not going out with him, are you?” Clarity dismissed the question.
“This is not a polyamory relationship,” said Clarity, “Brock is a good friend and he may become more than a good friend, and he is my friend. He is working on a job for me and he has to watch the stock market, and then he has to solve all of this complaint issue and the article Atkins wrote. Don’t distract him with other things. Did you tell him about the new shower?”
“No, I’m working on a presentation for Pepperdine explaining my view of talent development here at Stevenson. You know, I never thought of polyamory,” said Cynthia.
Clarity dismissed the topic and inquired further about the talent development work Cynthia was preparing. She learned that Cynthia did not believe in traditional human resource techniques, she just wanted people working at Stevenson to be comfortable, in order to make information flow more smoothly across departments. Clarity placed her hand under one of the shower jets. According to Cynthia, if people weren’t comfortable talking to each other across departments, information could not flow properly, and this was one of the possible causes for the dip in sales. Cynthia stopped texting and shut off her smartphone.
“All right, I won’t text him anymore, let’s come back here at night,” said Cynthia.
“What about the payment of the shower, Darrell is bugging me, saying this shower is very expensive, he wants down payment. Are you going to tell your father about this?”
“No, I’ll just tell my mom, if she knows of this, everything will be all right. I have to think about payment, this is a lot more money than the first one, it’s not that simple.”
Cynthia said good bye and left the terrace, leaving Clarity thinking. She wasn’t comfortable with not paying Darrell, with a new shower built, unauthorized. She remembered that Cynthia had a power of attorney for ‘exceptional’ circumstances that she could use at Stevenson. She wasn’t an employee, or a member of the general activity committee, but she had access to some of the company’s departments, if need be. Intrigued by the thought, she went back to her cubicle, and turned on her computer. Just as she thought, Cynthia’s power of attorney username was valid as a user, and Clarity used it to send a payment instruction to accounting, this time a single payment of twenty three thousand five hundred dollars. She allocated the expense to ‘talent development’, to which she added, ‘informal conference room refurbishing and idea sharing area’.
More calm after having used Cynthia’s access path to settle the payment issue of the shower, Clarity went home for dinner. Around ten o’clock in the evening, she made her way back to the office, waving at Flake, who was accumulating a sizeable amount of gas tank refills, with all the people coming and going out of the building at night. The night shift at Stevenson was becoming a profitable venture. Clarity reached the rooftop pool and admired the view, while changing into her swimsuit. She was looking forward to a skinny-dip in the pool with Cythia. A few minutes later, the pool area door panel opened, and Clarity saw Mrs. Stevenson walk in.
“Hi,” said Jill. Clarity was flabbergasted to see Cynthia’s mother, there was something wrong with the whole meeting.
“Where is Cynthia?” asked Clarity.
“She went to meet Brock, she’s working on some type of presentation addressing the sales issue, and wanted to get Brock’s opinion on it. She told me about the new shower, and that it was your idea, just wanted to see it.”
Clarity began boiling inside. How untactful of her friend, knowing she, herself, and Brock, were practically going out together, knowing they might even be going out of the company together because they were defending clothing optional rights at Stevenson. What nerve. Clarity watched Jill caress the marble reclining bench of the new shower.
“This is very nice, not bad, never seen one like this.” She glanced at Clarity. “Would you like to try it? I’ll rub your back.”
Clarity melted when Jill said that. She needed the loving support of Cynthia’s mother; finally, she would be able to try the new shower. She also felt like showing herself naked in front of Jill spontaneously. She took off her bathing suit, and placed it on the wood floor. She lied on her stomach on the reclining bench, and felt the warm hands of Cynthia’s mom caressing her back and moving towards her bum. Cynthia’s mother turned on the jets and Clarity felt thin streams of warm water landing softly on her back. She was in heaven and closed her eyes. After a few minutes, Mrs. Stevenson lied on her stomach beside her. Clarity opened one eye, and saw a shade marked by the night light illuminating the rooftop pool. She noticed the silhouette of Avery behind the fifty gallon electric water heater that Darrell had installed for the shower. She got up and grabbed a towel to cover her breasts, leaving Mrs. Stevenson naked on the reclining bench.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered.
“Just hmm, looking around, been told people are meeting here at night. Flake said I could find you here.”
“You can’t be here, this,” said Clarity, pointing at the rooftop floor, “this is private property, we are not on the street, we are not on a road, we are not even on a beach, where nudity is not allowed in general, we are in someone’s workplace. This is not the police station.”
Avery bobbed his head sideways, partially agreeing, and at the same time, walking to the elevator, sensing trouble if he insisted on staying, forgetting that he was the Law. The investigation would have to continue somewhere else, he thought, or the following day at the very least. There wasn’t much to report, but his own diligence had been thorough, the shower-discovery process, getting through Flake at night and finding the rooftop area, was identified. A new shower meant the clothing option at Stevenson was not being undermined completely, something his uncle Clifford wanted and thought he had achieved by dismantling the company’s outdoor shower.
The next day was clothing optional day at Stevenson, a Friday. Taimi was the first one in, coming into the building at eight, and then going to the rooftop pool, to unclothe and do her lifeguard work naked. At eight thirty in the morning, a blue, dusty Reliant Robin, parked in front of the garden company entrance, carrying Atkins Rubens inside. The Robin looked like a special prize out of a gumball machine, it counted among its glorious features being the eighth worst car ever made in the US. Instead of four wheels, it had three, with only one in the front, making the car a valid competitor of the segway, and also somewhat unstable, at speeds over twenty five miles an hour.
Atkins’ father refused to buy his mischievous son a new car after Atkins crashed the one he had, and a Reliant was a temporary solution to test his driving skills, while his father, the mayor, drove an Eagle Premier, the tenth worst-made car in America, a piece of junk without anything unique or special, one of the most underwhelming cars designed, branded as luxury, exuding nothing. A crowd of onlookers from Stevenson gathered to see Atkins step out of his blue car. Everyone knew about the article published by the City Dweller and Bill Stevenson had circulated a memo telling everyone to keep working as usual.
Clarity saw Flake welcoming Atkins, using a broom to clean the floor in front of the mayor’s son. Brock told Clarity to lead Atkins into a conference room on the second floor. Clarity knew that the general activity committee was meeting in the morning with Bill Stevenson, and that the owner would give out a set of new indications for the company after listening to the reflections from the members of the committee. This talk, of course, did not include Atkins.
“We don’t want him walking around, bring him coffee, our gardening catalog, anything, so that he doesn’t walk around the floors on his own. We want to make a favorable impression, this is what Mr. Stevenson said.” Clarity nodded, thinking Atkins probably thought otherwise. She led the mayor’s son to a conference room.
“So how does this clothing optional business work here?” he asked.
“It just works, employees who prefer to work naked can,” said Clarity.
“How many work naked?”
“Some, a few,” said Clarity.
She left him with a Starbucks coffee mug, and walked out towards the teleoperator room, which was also on the second floor. She ran across Heather, who warned her about the expense for the new shower expense, saying she was going to present an unfavorable employee notice about her to Mr. Stevenson. Clarity ignored her, joining the teleoperator room. She began undressing and placed her clothes on a chair nearby, and then she began to take calls from customers. After a couple of hours, Flake called her. Packwood wanted to come inside Stevenson, during clothing optional day, to ensure the company was indeed, working.
“No, don’t let him come in, he doesn’t like the policy, it’s going to change the whole mood here,” said Clarity.
“I have to let Brock know then,” said Flake.
“No, I’ll take care of this,” said Clarity. She looked at her watch, it was eleven thirty, the meeting of the general activity committee was taking place, she wanted to check something in particular. Feeling light and comfortable, she walked naked into the conference room on the third floor. Five people gathered around a large cherry wood oval table, legal counsel Lareya Marquez, Brock, Heather, Patrick, the accountant, and Blake, from marketing. In front of them, Mr. Stevenson was presenting sales figures on a presentation board placed on a tripod. He was naked. That’s what she wanted to know, whether Bill Stevenson, the owner of the company, actually took his clothes off on clothing optional day. She walked towards him, feeling a slight throb in her belly.
“Sir, officer Packwood is inside the entrance, he would like to come into the building, even though he disapproves of our clothing optional policy.”
Brock was dressed casual, Patrick was naked, Blake was clothed, and Lareya was unclothed. Clarity kept staring at Bill Stevenson, and her eyes lowered. He was thick, thick and circumsized. Wow, what a sweet sight, she thought, so commanding and laid back, sure of himself. He replied in his usual levelled voice, looking at her.
“Can you take care of this?”
“Come with me sir, you need to talk to Flake.”
Bill Stevenson walked away from the table, following Clarity. He left Lareya Marquez in his spot, telling the legal counsel to explain the status of the mayor’s complaint and how the company was going to deal with it and with the article of the City Dweller. Clarity led Cynthia’s father to her cubicle, and Bill Stevenson spoke to Flake, telling him to show Packwood the company garden catalog for an hour or two. He placed the phone back in place, and turned to Clarity.
“Brock spoke to me about a large expense, this new shower, you know we might have to talk Clarity,” said Mr. Stevenson.
“Let’s talk sir, in private.” She led him to a small room used for short meetings on the second floor.
“Yes, I just want to say thank you for making Stevenson clothing optional, I just love casual Fridays.” He smiled and breathed comfortably. This is when Clarity felt something happen, she attributed it to not having touched herself for more than eighty days. Her arousal rose to unintended levels without her really understanding why it was happening.
“Sir, can you watch me for a few seconds?”
“Watch you, sure.”
Clarity turned around and bent forward, grabbing her ankles, spreading her legs slightly. It was so validating to show herself naked in front of her boss, the owner of the company. Her belly was throbbing and she knew her temperature was rising. He wasn’t saying anything, she ventured further.
“Take a closer look, please.”
“A closer look?”
“Below my cheeks, you can grab my legs if you’d like to.” She wanted him to look at her lips. Clarity felt Mr. Stevenson behind her. He positioned his face at the level of her cheeks, seeing her lips. She felt his breath closer to her intimate parts.
“You can smell if you’d like to,” she said. She wanted to know what he thought of her scent. She felt his breathing and smelling very close to her.
“It’s very sweet Clarity, smells like a nice bush.”
The sense of time disappeared, a high pitched sensation overcame her body and head, and she began feeling open, cumming. It lasted a few minutes. Mr. Stevenson picked up a thin stream of slick fluid which had made its way along one of her legs. Someone knocked on the door, it was Heather.
“Sir, what should we do about officer Packwood? He insists on seeing you.”
“Show him our garden warehouse, Heather,” he said, “I’ll be right out.” Clarity began talking, feeling more calm.
“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, you know,” said Clarity, “I’ll write a memo or a one pager signed by me, saying all of this was my own initiative and it was consensual. I’m going to work a lot better now, it’s just so validating to be naked in front of you.”
“That’s nice of you, please do that, I don’t want to create uncomfortable situations for my employees.” He offered a glass of water to Clarity.
“What do you want to do about the shower expense, I need to say something in the meeting, people are beginning to ask questions about this shower, I’m not sure why you think this is so important, it’s part of the company’s clothing optional outlook, but it’s expensive, we can’t spend like this every time we see something we like, even if my wife likes it, which she does.” Her job was safe, thought Clarity.
“Let me talk to Brock, he knows me, how I work, I’ll explain what happened, it has to do with how talent is developed here at Stevenson.” Bill Stevenson stared at Clarity, somewhat intrigued.
“I see, all right, talk to Brock, next time we’ll do what you did today in private, if you still want to do something like that. Stevenson is not ready for something like what just happened here.”
Clarity nodded and left the room. She kept working naked and was very comfortable all day, thinking only a few times about the employee report which Brock prepared every year for each worker of Stevenson. In the afternoon, thinking the report was not going to be that good, she called Brock to meet him in his office. She placed her teleoperator manual on his desk, saying she wanted to try some other type of work, because she understood what the customer wanted, and liked, and also how each client decided to buy gardening stuff and why they liked Stevenson. She knew all of this because she spoke every day with customers, and the information was not being used by the company, by the sales people, or marketing, the value of all this information was not appraised.
“Can you lift sales, say, noticeably?” asked Brock. His hand began to drift towards his computer mouse, when a green light indicated an uptick of google’s stock price.
“It’s not about sales, it’s about feeling you’re doing something rewarding at work.” Brock stared at his financial screen and decided to turn it off. He understood the issue was important to Clarity.
“Learn about marketing then,” said Brock, “but do it along with your regular work. Mr. Stevenson decided to give you a job warning because of the new shower expense. He likes it, but Heather argued that you weren’t authorized to give instructions to accounting, and that the money could be put to better uses, in the marketing department in fact.”
Later that day, Clarity clothed before she led Atkins back to his Reliant Robin. The mayor’s son had seen Heather in underwear, and he was satisfied with what he’d seen at Stevenson, which was not much besides the conference room on the second floor.
“Not much happening here,” he said.
“No, you’re right, this is just a regular company,” said Clarity. She slammed his door, and came back to her cubicle. At five thirty, she left work, somewhat relieved. She called Cynthia and they met in her backyard, where there was a nice terrace. She began by asking her about why she hadn’t told her about her meeting with Brock.
“It was just a talk about talent development, for my homework at Pepperdine.” Clarity fumed a few minutes, and finally forgave her friend. She told Cynthia about what had taken place with her father at work that day, and Cynthia simply smiled.
“Wow, I think he likes you,” she said.
“I wasn’t uncomfortable, you know, it was all spontaneous.” Cynthia chewed on the back of one of her fingers slightly, indicating a mischievous thought.
“Why don’t we try polyamory with Brock? It will take your mind off the idea of a promotion, or of working in different area at Stevenson, that’s going to take time.”
“Do you think it may change his mind, so that he becomes clothing optional?”
“Maybe,” said Cynthia.
“I’ll think about it,” said Clarity.
She headed home to her apartment, grabbing a sandwich along the way for dinner. There was another use for the shower, she thought, she was sure of that, in a way. She was seeing some similarities between the shower and Stevenson’s gardening activity, but couldn’t quite figure out in what ways the two were complementary, or similar. In her mind, an image arose quite vividly. She kept thinking that the shower head looked like a watering can. Maybe if she thought like a salesperson, she would find what was begging to be out in the open.
Clarity read the employee report that Heather had placed on her desk the day before, while sitting at home in her cozy apartment, before going to work. She was getting good appraisals in customer service relationship, diligence, and general understanding of gardening products, but Brock had assigned below average assessments in initiative, autonomy, and dealing with conflict. The Atkins complaint issue was beginning to undermine her position as teleoperator. She knew it was the reason for the report.
She grabbed a tea cup and sipped her favorite blend of earl grey tea made by Fortnum and Mason, British providers by official appointment to her majesty Queen Elizabeth II, grocers and provision merchants. Cynthia knew all the luxury brands made for the wealthy or near wealthy, and she had an extra bag of loose leafs which she gave Clarity inside a pear-shaped mahogany tea caddy.
She skipped the lengthy paragraphs from Heather which talked about collaboration at work with colleagues, and glanced at the overall assessment on the last page. Prospects for promotion: not favorable. She kept reading the report, looking at the additional comments section written by Brock, which said, will be supervised for any further inappropriate behavior similar to the photocopying incident over the next eight months. Clarity began thinking that Brock was stretching the case, bringing the complaint out of proportion, and making an issue out of nothing.
After work, she walked to Darrell’s bathroom and shower accessories store, Le Water Boutique, inquiring with Darrell about the providers of the horizontal shower of the roof top area at Stevenson. The shower installation repairman explained that Bormbayle was a local manufacturer of shower accessories, and that they designed their own shower models. He showed her their catalog, thinking that Clarity might help him get more shower installation or maintenance work at Stevenson.
“The side jet model is not profitable, they’re thinking about selling the design to someone else.” Clarity took a closer look at the shower design, a vertical shower using five thick jets flushing out water sideways.
“You can sell shower designs?” asked Clarity. Darrell nodded, showing her a file which had shower design transactions amounting to between fifty thousand and five hundred and fifty thousand dollars. There was a transfer of intellectual property in the transactions involved as well, which included payment to own shower head patents, and recirculating shower device patents.
“What are you thinking exactly?” asked Darrell. Clarity took one last look at one of the transactions, showing a blueprint of the design, taking a closer look at the asking price by Bormbayle, and thanked Darrell.
“Thanks Darrell, bye.”
She searched Bormbayle on the web and found the address of its plant, near Calabassas. She drove her pink chevette to the plant and walked into the hallway, greeted by a friendly hostess.
“I’m just a customer, we use one of your showers, I’d like to see how the side jet shower is made,” said Clarity. It was an unusual request, and the hostess led Clarity to a waiting room, saying someone else would be with her shortly. Peeking out of the room after a few minutes, Clarity saw no one and began walking towards a large two-panel door labeled no entry – warehouse and manufacturing area. Surrounded by aisles filled with plastic panels, she kept walking towards the center of the plant and came face to face with the foreman and several workers.
“Are you the new shower tester?” said the foreman, named Joe.
“Y…yes,” said Clarity, caught offguard. Joe led her to an area showing four showers side by side. One of them was the side jet shower, the other three were different.
“Go ahead,” said Joe. He pointed towards the testing area.
“Like this?” asked Clarity, pointing to her clothes.
“No, without clothes, Ashton said you had no quibbles about getting naked.”
“Yeah, no, right, all right, I’ll test that one,” said Clarity, pointing to the third shower, the one she had seen on the catalog.
“Got to test all four, I’ll be over there regulating water flow and temperature, just let me know how it feels, all the showers have microphones and speakers inside.”
Clarity took off her clothes and stepped into the first shower, barely escaping a look from intrigued factory workers. A stream of water shaped as a cylinder one foot in diameter fell on her head immediately. The water from the shower head was cold. She reached for the yLarsson interphone button.
“A bit cold Joe.” Joe adjusted the temperature and the water became hot, very hot, boiling in fact. The sudden heat startled Clarity, who stepped into shower number two to prevent her skin from being burned. The second shower had a wood floor, it was a shower meant for the outdoors. A high pressure nuzzle hit her back unexpectedly, right on the sacral area of her spine.
“Ouch, less pressure Joe.”
She moved into shower number three, the chrome brushed side jet shower mentioned by Darrell. This time, Joe adjusted correctly and five streams of warm water coming from the shower walls massaged her body from each side. She looked at the shower design name, Kauai Bianca, and stepped into the fourth shower. The last shower she had to test was not working, but she was greeted by three plumbers working inside on the pipes, who weren’t unhappy to see her. She stepped out of the testing area naked, breathing deeply, giving a thumbs up sign to Joe, before realizing she was not wearing any clothes.
Her idea began to materialize as she grabbed a towel and donned her clothes. Stevenson had to get into the shower business as a new line complementing their garden line of products. There was nothing wrong with the garden products or the way Stevenson was selling them. But simply, the company had to sell something more expensive to raise their revenue. The testing feature at the plant gave her an idea for a luxury shower product: building a shower itinerary, a sort of aisle covered by jets where people would shower-as-you-walk, towards the pool area. Obviously, you needed to be wealthy to pay for such a water aisle, but areas like Beverly Hills or Orange County were there, there was a market for luxury ideas. And it would all start with the side jet shower. Stevenson simply needed to buy the design and the patents of the shower.
“Come back tomorrow, number four will be fixed,” said Joe.
“All right, see you,” said Clarity.
Clarity drove back to work and shared her idea on the phone with Cynthia, who wasn’t against it. She went to her friend’s home after work and walked upstairs to Cynthia´s room. Her friend requested the price of the design that Clarity wanted to buy.
“Five hundred thousand dollars? That’s getting a bit high. What did you get on your employment report?”
“Unfavorable for promotion, I need something additional to bring value to the eyes of Stevenson. I know I can do something else, this is a good way to try something different.”
Clarity lied on Cynthia’s bed, holding her hands behind her head, looking at an aerial photograph of Pepperdine university, the place where she couldn’t afford to get a degree. Cynthia was chewing on the back of her middle finger, reflecting.
“I can’t help you with that amount,” said Cynthia, “I’m going to get into trouble. If you use my user access code, I’ll have to say to Brock and Heather and to my father, that I didn’t know about it.” She moved towards her closet to check a new top for the evening.
“No worries, I’ll do it myself, how much is in the cash account of Stevenson?”
“I think there’s some commercial paper maturing, something like a million dollars my father keeps to buy out other companies or in case the company runs out of cash.”
“Perfect, I’ll use that,” said Clarity.
“If my father sees half of that is missing, he’s going to go nuts. You’re going to get fired.” Clarity insisted that her idea was good, and that she was willing to give it a try. She shared her idea with Taimi, and asked her to come with her for a ‘delicate assignment’ as shower tester at Bormbayle the next day.
“No problem,” said Taimi, “I’ll ask Flake to fill in for me at the pool, he won’t mind.”
The next day, Brock called her on the phone, to discuss a proposal sent to Atkins to drop the complaint.
“No hard feelings on the report?” asked Brock.
“No, you’re just doing your job,” said Clarity. Brock turned to the complaint and insisted on her being with him to meet Atkins, setting up a meeting on the same bench as the previous time. Atkins came ten minutes late, walking unconcerned, hands in pocket. Brock left a space to his right, pressing Clarity towards the end of the bench, so that Atkins would seat beside him.
“All right, you called, I believe,” said Atkins.
“I’d like to make another deal to stop this complaint, we think this is going too far, it’s disproportionate.” Brock explained that Stevenson was a legitimate company, workers were doing proper work, and there was nothing out of the ordinary happening inside the office building.
“All right, yeah, I mean, except for your clothing optional day. Fine, I’ll ask my father to drop the complaint, but I want access to Stevenson’s information, customers, things like that, I’d like to build a company on my own.” Brock looked at Atkins, and then stared at him as though he was usurping all of his 401 k plan from him in one go, leaving him without any retirement money. He shook his head and backed the motion with his index finger moving sideways.
“No, no, no, Atkins, you can’t do that, that information is confidential, it’s private.” Atkins held the stare and said nothing, which told Clarity he was coming up with some type of insidious idea.
“All right, you’re right, let me think about it, I’ll let you know tomorrow.” Atkins got up and walked away, leaving Brock somewhat unsettled. He turned to Clarity.
“You think he’ll do something sensible this time?”
“Looks like it, yeah.”
The next day, Brock called Clarity into his office. The mayor had sent a document to Stevenson legal counsel Lareya Marquez, on behalf of his son, sueing for damages, damages to his reputation, as a result of the bum photos sent to him. Clarity watched Brock hold the document sent by the mayor like some type of ilicit item which should be placed in the fireplace, to be destroyed. The head of human resources bought ten shares of google in one go, in order to get some sense of reassurance.
“This is crazy, he wants a million dollars in damages,” said Brock.
“You did better this time though,” said Clarity, “he said you were right, it shows he respects what you say.”
“Yeah, but then he does something else, he doesn’t keep his word, this guy just keeps lying.” Clarity nodded, Brock was right about Atkins. She became somewhat reassured that the mayor’s son would also get an unfavorable review like her, if he were an employee of Stevenson.
“What are you going to do?” asked Clarity.
Brock moved his financial screen to the right, away from him, because google share price indicators were turning red, showing the price was going down. Apparently some people were complaining that no one was answering their emails requesting assistance, that there was no support at all in the giant analytical information search behemoth, no people at the other end of the service line.
“Lareya is working on this, she’s trying to find where the legal fallacy is with all of this complaint issue.”
The next day, Clarity made a few calls from work to the office managers of Bormbayle. The owner of the company was Emery Bormbayle, and he was in charge of buying, selling or licensing any patent or intellectual property linked to the company’s shower designs. Intrigued by Clarity’s request to negotiate the purchase of the Kauai Bianca design, he began asking questions, like who was buying the design. Stevenson garden products, said Clarity, a modest company offering gardening equipment and accessories.
“Come in this morning to the plant around eleven, bring in your lawyers,” he said.
My lawyers, thought Clarity, where are my lawyers. She tapped on her teleoperator headset, knowing she couldn’t call on Lareya for this, because she would never agree to buying someone else’s technology, without Bill Stevenson’s approval. She dialed Cynthia’s number.
“I need you today,” said Clarity, “Taimi is coming as well.”
Clarity let her friend Charisse in charge of her office calls, and went out of her post at ten thirty, taking the elevator to get out into the parking lot area, telling Flake she’d be back after lunch. Taimi joined her in the parking lot, and they picked up Cynthia, who was dressed in blue skirt and white shirt.
“I have no clue about law Clarity,” said Cynthia, “much less about patent law, not sure I can play the role of a lawyer.”
“We’ll be all right,” said Clarity, “we know we’re buying.” She stepped on the pedal, driving towards Calabassas.
“What am going to do?” asked Taimi.
“You’re the shower specialist,” said Clarity, “maybe you’ll have to do some shower testing.”
“And you?” asked Cynthia.
“Biz dev and marketing, I’m the one who thinks strategically and understands why we want to buy this.”
For five hundred thousand dollars, she sort of knew why they were buying, but she was doing it on a hunch. They walked together to the entrance of Bormbayle and the receptionist led them to a conference room which had a large cherry wood rectangular table in the middle. A few minutes later, Emery Bormbayle came into the room, followed by his lawyer Amstel Jarvis.
Mr. Bormbayle sat down and slid a pack of documents inside a plastic folder across the table, various blueprints of the shower design that Clarity wanted to buy.
“It’s all there, you know this purchase entails only the Kauai Bianca patents? No messing around with the rest of our models, we want to keep selling those, they’re profitable.”
Clarity nodded and slid the folder to Cynthia, who began looking at the blueprints, showing some of them to Taimi. Clarity introducedd Cynthia as one of the lawyers of Stevenson, and Taimi as water advisor and shower specialist.
“I’ve bought pools before, it’s not exactly like a shower, but it is related,” said Taimi.
“Very good, well, one of your distributors, Le Water, recommended the design, so we’re going to buy the right to use this shower design by purchasing the patent associated with it,” said Cynthia. Emery Bormbayle nodded, and Cynthia signed the papers committing to pay the asking price of half a million dollars to Bormbayle, and to make a bank wire for the total within two days or so. She slid the agreement to Clarity, who placed her hand on the plastic cover of the folder.
“We’d like one of the shower samples which has already been manufactured, and the database that goes with it, the list of customers who have placed orders for this shower,” said Clarity.
“No problem,” said Mr. Bormbayle, “we have a design ready to ship in the warehouse area. A list of customers, all right, well, that’s why we’re selling, there’s not that many customers, but we’ll give you the short list.”
“The short list?”
“Yes, we have one customer right now who is interested, it’s a lead really, not really a customer.”
Clarity hoped it was a good customer with five hundred thousand dollars worth of money or additional customers. She turned to Cynthia, who gave her a pen to sign the agreement.
“You’re ok with it?” asked Clarity. Cynthia nodded and insisted on Clarity holding the pen.
“Got to sign as well, the company requires two signatures,” said Cynthia, looking at Mr. Bormbayle, smiling. Clarity signed the agreement, hoping her intuition was right. The receptionist came into the conference room to speak with Mr. Bormbayle. Clarity overheard her whisper in his ear.
“Joe is looking for the shower tester.”
Clarity eyed Taimi, and they got up for a few seconds to a table with some orange juice and water. Clarity made a call to Flake, which lasted a few minutes. She turned to Taimi, who was eating a muffin.
“Leave the meeting, go where it says no entry – warehouse and manufacturing area, meet Joe and tell him you’re the shower tester.”
“What exactly do I have to do?”
“Not much, you’ll see, it’s easy, sort of like a walk.” Taimi nodded and excused herself, alledging a call from the office.
A few minutes later, Clarity shook hands with Mr. Bormbayle, agreeing to pay for the shower design with a single payment. Half an hour later, after a complimentary mid day snack, Clarity and Cynthia entered the manufacturing area, ready to pick up the shower design.
“How are we going to leave with this thing?” whispered Cynthia, looking at the shower stall.
“It’s no sweat,” said Clarity, “Flake is taking care of this.”
As they walked between aisles of plastic and metal parts used in the manufacturing of the showers, Mr. Bormbayle spoke at length about the various quality procedures which ensured all of their designs worked well and pleased their customers. They turned a corner to the plant’s exit and Taimi joined them, her hair wet and disheveled.
“Not bad, this shower testing stuff is all right, shower number two can get hot,” said Taimi, “job is not bad though, got some good head from one of the guys in shower number four, he gave me a good lick for half an hour, I’m still dripping.”
“You did better than me then,” said Clarity.
They stepped out of the warehouse and manufacturing area, followed by several factory workers carrying the shower design with them. A few feet in front of them, Clarity saw what she had asked Flake to bring, a Mack Bruder loading truck, to load the shower. She saw the receptionist walking briskly towards them.
“A man named Flake told me the truck over there is to load the shower,” she said, “he had to get back to work because there is some kind of inspection in your company, a police officer is there right now.”
Clarity eyed the loading truck and hoped it would be easy to drive. Several workers loaded the shower on the truck. Clarity grabbed the door grip shaped as a chrome handle Lady, and stepped into the driving seat, with Cynthia and Taimi by her side. She turned the engine key and the motor began roaring.
“Do you know how this truck works?” asked Cynthia.
“More or less, I remember some reruns of the Movin On television series,” said Clarity. She turned on the navigator placed below the rear-view mirror and set course towards the home of their single customer.
Clarity pressed on the truck’s brake pedal pretty forcefully for a few seconds, to stop the vehicle at a red traffic light. She glanced down and to her right, and noticed a police car, a Ford Crown Victoria that seemed familiar. Unintentionally, she pressed on the truck honk area of the wheel, and Avery lifted his eyes towards her driving seat, seeing her. Followed by Avery’s car, with officer Packwood driving, they drove the truck to the home of the single customer which had shown interest in Bormbayle’s unprofitable shower design, Mr. Sanders, a wealthy customer living in a nice residential area. Avery’s car parked beside her on the street, leaving her no room to get off the truck. She made a sign to keep quiet to Cynthia and Taimi, telling them to step off the truck from the passenger seat side. All three stepped down the truck, and moved to the lawn area of Mr. Sanders. Clarity moved forward, crossing the nose of the truck, coming face to face with Avery Packwood, while his uncle took note of the truck’s car plate.
“Well, hi, good to see you here,” said Clarity.
“You were driving this truck,” said Avery.
“No,” said Clarity.
“I saw you driving,” said Avery.
“No, someone else was driving, we’re just here visiting.”
“Who was driving then?” asked Avery. The answer came right into her mind, smoothly fitting in with the rest of the level-headed answers.
“Flake, Flake was driving.”
“I don’t see Flake,” said Avery.
“You will, you will, he’s around, hold on.” Taimi walked forward and began talking to Avery about the truck wheels and how they were not as good as some of the ones used on Indy racetracks. Clarity walked towards the home entrance, reaching Cynthia, who had rang the door bell.
“Call Flake, tell him to haul bum over here, tell him we’ll pay for the cab.”
The door opened and Mr. Sanders came out, wearing a bathrobe. Clarity made her way inside the home, leaving Cynthia outdoors, checking the entrance to entertain Packwood or his nephew. The second line of defense was in place.
“You’re from Bormbayle,” said Mr. Sanders, “yeah, the shower design, not sure if I’m going to buy, it’s all right, maybe, we’ll see.” Clarity kept asking a few questions, probing Sanders about his proclivity to shell out twenty thousand dollars for their sample, which was outside.
“Well, I’m probably going to check out some other stuff at the bathroom and shower fair in Vegas, it’s happening tomorrow for a few days.”
“Wow, nice, how do you know about this fair?” asked Clarity. As she was speaking, she began texting Cynthia and Clarity, telling them they were meeting in front of Mr. Sanders home the next day, to go to Vegas. It was more likely that they would find customers for the shower at a washroom accesories fair than in the home of a single person, who wasn’t very enthusiastic about purchasing and installing the new design.
“I own a bathroom and shower installation shop, Le Water,” said Mr. Sanders. Clarity commended her host’s window’s curtains and lifted them slightly. Flake was making his way to the doorway towards Cynthia, while Taimi was single-handedly containing a slew of questions from Clifford Packwood and his nephew. She thanked Mr. Sanders and opened the door to greet Flake.
“Hi Flake, yeah, thanks for showing up, can you just watch the truck a few hours, some shower delivery design for a customer that Cynthia found, you know, a few extra bucks for the company, for Stevenson, Darrell will be here tomorrow to install the shower here.” Clarity whispered to Flake.
“Tell Packwood you could drive the truck, if you actually had to drive the truck.” Flake wasn’t quite sure about why Clarity repeated that to him several times, but kept it in mind, because for some reason it looked like it was important, even though Stevenson sold gardening equipment and not showers. Clarity called a cab which stopped in the neighboring street twenty minutes later. She told Cynthia to begin moving into the cab, following Flake until they reached Taimi.
“Flake can explain everything, Avery,” said Clarity. She glanced at the back of the truck, seeing Packwood trying to open the trailer. She walked away towards the cab, overhearing the conversation between Flake and Avery.
“So you were driving this truck?” asked Avery.
“I could be driving it, but why exactly do you want to know that?”
“Because I thought someone else was driving it,” said Avery. Flake glanced at the truck.
“Well, no one is driving it,” said Flake. Clarity stepped into the cab, which headed towards Malibu. She was glad she chose Flake to explain what was happening, the confusion would probably last until Avery would say it was time for dinner.
“I’ll drop you guys off, meet you at nine in the morning here tomorrow, I’m going to deal with this payment issue.” Taimi nodded and Cynthia nodded less willfully, holding the plastic folder of the recent purchase in her hand, wondering how she had managed to be on her way to Las Vegas when she had to be attending class at Pepperdine.
The next day, Clarity came to work a little earlier, around seven forty five, more or less around the time Patrick, the person in charge of accounting, took his breakfast. She left a message to Brock saying she was taking the day off, and at seven fifty three, Clarity walked into Patrick’s office and opened the treasury software that the accountant used to link accounting figures of Stevenson with incoming or outgoing payments. There was no password to type, because Patrick was the only one who knew how to use the accounting software. Using her intuition and a tutorial from you tube which she’d seen, explaining how to use the software, she reached the page showing the daily cash balance. She zoomed in on the column labeled cash received. Just like Cynthia had told her, a one million dollar tranche of Cisco Systems commercial paper rated A-1 by Moodys was maturing on that day, and the monies from Cisco had come in, right into Stevenson’s bank account.
Gathering her courage, she took out of her pocket the bank wire instructions that Mr. Bormbayle had slipped inside the plastic folder of the Kauai Bianca transaction. After a few minutes of tweaking with the payment module of the accounting software, she was able to set up a payment of half a million dollars going to Bormbayle’s bank account to pay for the patent and right of use of the shower design. She stared at the treasury balance, wondering for a few seconds whether the boldness of her move was appropriate. She left Patrick’s office, coming face to face with Heather.
“What are you doing in there?” asked Heather, “I thought you were taking the day off.”
“Just looking for Patrick, I was going to ask him over coffee about where he bought his sweatshirt, he mentioned some kind of outlet, just wanted to know where it is, I think I’m going to go there with Taimi.”
She kept walking, leaving Heather intrigued and unconvinced. The sweat was going to hit the fan, she thought, to put it mildly. She drove her chevette back to her place, and took a cab to the home of Mr. Sanders, calling Cynthia and Taimi to arrange a new time for leaving town.
“We’re going to Vegas, payment is out, see you at Sanders home in twenty minutes or so.”
“How are we getting to Vegas?” asked Taimi.
“We’re driving the truck,” said Clarity.
Forty five minutes later, they were on highway fifteen, heading north east to Las Vegas, a four hour drive from Los Angeles. As they entered Vegas around one o’clock in the afternoon, Clarity’s smartphone began ringing. She saw the name of Brock on the screen, letting her know he was the one calling. She gave the phone to Taimi, holding the truck’s wheel with the other hand.
“Hello, hi Brock, yeah, Clarity’s with me.” Clarity’s eyes widened. She could have managed some spare time. She told Taimi to keep talking with him.
“You’re kidding,” said Taimi, “half a million dollars has been moved out of Stevenson account, wow.” She turned to Clarity, who began stepping on the accelerator pedal, raising the speed to forty miles an hour, five miles over the official speed limit.
“He knows that the money is missing, what do I say now?”
“Say that you’re surprised, and that you wonder who did this.”
“It’s so surprising Brock, who would do something like that?”
“Heather thinks it’s Clarity, naw, Clarity wouldn’t do something like that. Yeah, we’re taking the day off, going to the outlet at Ontario Mills, yeah, check out some stuff, there’s a clothing festival at refinery 29. You’re going to Vegas? Why? It’s the middle of the week.” Taimi kept listening to the head of human resources. She whispered to Clarity, who was eyeing Cynthia, who was checking the right side mirror.
“He’s going to Vegas because he wants to talk to those who received the money, because he keeps seeing this Bormbayle name as beneficiary of the half million payment. Bormbayle is going to the Vegas bathroom convention.”
“Good, good, all right, tell him I’m sorry the money is missing, and that I’ll call him back or talk to him tomorrow.” Taimi followed the instructions of Clarity, and stopped the call. The lifeguard had an additional announcement to make.
“Brock says that you have a job warning, he told me he wants to see you at Stevenson today or that you may get fired. Apparently, they spoke to Patrick and he backed up what Heather thinks, that you sent the money out of Stevenson’s account, because Heather saw you get out of the accounting office, and Patrick noticed an accounting payment that he never set up, with banking instructions which are not in Stevenson’s system.”
Clarity nodded, and drove the truck down Las Vegas Boulevard, asking Cynthia about the location of the bathroom and shower fair, Caesar’s Palace, where Stevenson shower accessories had yet to find a spot.
Taimi convinced the concierge of Caesar’s Palace, Sam, to load the shower on a large trolley. They had a shower and they were in Vegas, but they needed a stand to showcase their design at the bathroom shower and accessories fair. Clarity moved towards reception.
“We need a stand for the trade show,” said Clarity.
“There are no more stands,” said Mirna, the receptionist.
Clarity tried to find a way to get some showcase time, even if it were only an hour or two, or to rent some space from other vendors, but the receptionist kept saying no, most reservations had been made several months in advance. After a few minutes, Clarity glanced at the line which was beginning to form behind them. Other exhibitors were checking in, and several large vans were parking outside, bringing in shower and bathroom equipment. She whispered to Taimi holding her hand that she suggest to one of the incoming vehicles that the venue for the trade show had changed, and was being held at the Sands Convention Center. A few minutes later, Taimi came back, and pulled Clarity aside, while Cynthia was saying to the receptionist that she couldn’t understand what was happening, because they thought there was a reservation made in the name of Stevenson bathroom accessories.
“I had to use my ingenuity and my own smartphone to confirm their new venue, which is no venue, but they canceled their stall here, stand five zero nine,” whispered Taimi. Clarity walked past Cynthia, bringing one additional piece of information to the reception counter.
“There is one free stand, five zero nine is available,” she said. Mirna checked reservations and frowned, realizing Clarity was right. She checked them in reluctantly.
“You need an exhibit, gotta check with our rental exhibit companies over there,” she said, pointing to two additional counters a few feet away from reception.
Clarity glanced at the counters of the two trade show exhibit rental companies offered by Caesar’s Palace, Mile Ventures and Denicore. The counter of Mile Ventures was made of styrofoam and the sales person was wearing a Dover Pepzing soap costume. She veered right and opted for the second alternative. She approached the counter of the Denicore exhibit company, which offered custom and off-the-shelf exhibit displays for trade shows. A man named Simon sitting at the counter showing sleek hair and darting eyes looking at various areas of the counter, was shuffling several pamphlets corresponding to the various exhibit models offered. Cynthia came running towards the counter and reached Clarity a few seconds later.
“We need an exhibit stand for a shower exhibit, for today,” said Clarity.
“Rent or buy?”
“Neither, we can offer a shower stall with side jets as guarantee for payment, until we can actually pay, which actually may not happen,” said Cynthia.
Simon looked beyond Clarity, looking at the shower stall loaded on a Greenfingers large trolley, pulled by Sam, the concierge, and watched by Taimi.
“No downpayment, no payment, no cash, hmmm, well, we’ve got some spare modules unused. Since the fair is already under way, might as well use what we have. All right, we’ll take your stall as guarantee, you’ll have to pay ten thousand dollars in six months or so, two or three installments is possible, you can have it for today, and return it end of day.”
Clarity’s eyes widened. Ten thousand dollars for an exhibit? For a few days? My goodness, she thought, remembering that there was a wire for half a million dollars which was still being investigated at Stevenson. Simon brought Clarity and Cynthia on the rental company counter. The floor began moving in a circle, until they reached one of the modules offered, the Movizigoove exhibit, a ten by twenty area filled with cardboard panels, a worn blinking neon light buzzing intermittently on two benches, a small presentation area with a backlit screen, and two literature pockets which could fit the Kauai Bianca catalog which they didn’t have.
“This is our cheapest,” said Simon, “your shower can go in the middle.”
“All right, this one,” said Clarity.
“Will you be needing installation and dismantling labor, material handling, paperwork? It’s only one thousand dollars more,” said the salesman. Clarity glanced at the cart on wheels and shook her head.
“No, we’ve got Jim,” she said, “he can take care of that, we just need a marker to write our company name.”
“It’s all yours then,” said Simon. He handled Clarity a black marker.
“How do we carry all of this stuff to our stand?” asked Cynthia.
“Our labor crew can do it,” said Simon.
“Only five hundred dollars,” said Clarity, guessing his next sentence.
“Seven hundred fifty,” added the sales person. She pointed at Jim, saying he was the perfect person to do the work. They helped Joe carry the cardboard modules, the chairs, the presentation screen, the benches, shelves, and the literature pockets to their stand, stand, five zero nine. Clarity wrote the name Stevenson bathroom accessories on the larger display with the marker. Satisfied, she glanced to her right, and saw the neighboring stand, which said Bormbayle.
“I can’t believe it,” said Cynthia, “we’re next to Bormbayle’s stand.” One large television screen kept announcing the visit of Emery Bormbayle on that day.
“Keep your head low, they don’t know about Stevenson bathroom accessories,” said Clarity. Two hours later, no one had stopped in front of their booth, business was slow.
“Without a catalog it’s not the same,” said Cynthia.
“Without a tv screen, it’s not the same at all,” said Taimi, looking at the blank presentation screen, showing nothing. They were at display disadvantage, thought Clarity, turning off the neon light above one of the benches, which kept buzzing without completely lighting up. Clarity opened a lunch box offered by the trade show organizing group, and began biting a roast beef sandwich, thinking calmly. They had a shower which was all right, there probably was a way to showcase it in some way, which they had not yet understood. A hand tapped on her shoulder. She moved her head and saw Brock standing right next to her, with Emery Bormbayle talking to a few journalists behind him.
“What are you doing here?” asked Clarity.
“Well, I just came to speak to Mr. Bormbayle, because we’re missing half a million that went to his company. What are you doing here, we’ve been looking for you all day yesterday, and today.” Brock eyed the Movizigoove stand behind Clarity.
“What is this, there is no Stevenson bathroom accessories division at Stevenson.”
“I can explain, it has to do with talent development and lateral thinking. If you start with a garden company and move your thinking laterally, you notice that water used in gardens can be used in other ways, a shower group or unit is a natural avenue for growth.”
“I’m going to have to write a report,” said Brock, “this is unacceptable, totally inapropriate, Mr. Stevenson has been cursing all day asking where half of the Cisco commercial paper money went.”
Clarity began arguing that he had already written a report, and that the next report was due the following year, because employee reports were written once a year.
“Excuse me.” Clarity turned around and saw a short man carrying the name tag Lamond Liew and the word Singapore underneath.
“Is that shower for sale?” he asked. Lamond Liew pointed to their shower on display, and to Taimi, who was mimicking a shower, showing herself naked inside the stall to add some buzz to their display. Somehow, Taimi had managed to turn-on a small, half-filled water tank, and two of the side jets were working, showing the unique features of the shower.
“Yes it is,” said Clarity, “the woman inside is not part of the service.”
“How much?” Clarity put together all the knowledge acquired during the previous weeks.
“Fifteen thousand dollars,” said Clarity.
“I’d like one hundred of those, I work for the Bennington Salm Hotel in Singapore, I like the side jets, we’ve got nothing like that. We’ve got more rooms, but we’ll test one hundred.”
“That can be arranged,” said Cynthia, stepping forward. Clarity was doing the calculation in her head, fifteen thousand dollars times one hundred, five figures and two zeroes, amounted to seven figures, one point five million dollars, one million dollars over their investment in the shower design patent, excluding a few additional costs, like transportation, Flake’s overtime driving the load truck, and the trade show exhibit rental cost. Overhearing the conversation, Mr. Bormbayle attempted to lure Lamond Liew into considering the horizontal shower they offered. Mr. Liew declined the offer.
“No one is going to shower lying down, it’s annoying, no thank you, I want this one.”
Brock could not believe his ears, but Clarity began to think her real talent was beginning to emerge and to be understood at Stevenson. She ignored what Brock was saying, glancing behind him, and saw Mr. Stevenson walking along various exhibits towards them, with Mrs. Stevenson by his side, and Heather, Patrick and Lareya Marquez following them. She took the plastic folder with all the official documents confirming ownership of their shower design, and handed a sales slip to Lamond Liew, to close the sale for one hundred units of their Kauai Bianca unique shower.
Clarity saw Mr. Stevenson making his way past the trade show crowd, until he reached the booth of Stevenson bathroom accessories. Slightly surprised of seeing his name written with a marker, and a new division of his company popping out of the blue, he confronted Clarity right away.
“Clarity, is any of this your doing?” Cynthia nodded, knowing that she had helped Clarity to the limit of her goodwill.
“Yes sir,” said Clarity, “I took initiative and this is the result, just closed our first sale of the new shower unit.” Clarity waved at Taimi, who was still showering naked, hinting that it was time to stop the shower and get dressed. Seeing Mr. Stevenson, Taimi turned off the side jets and stepped out of the shower, using the back side of the booth. Stevenson legal counsel Lareya Marquez stepped forward and began checking all the paperwork which Mr. Bormbayle had given Cynthia and Clarity, regarding the transfer of intellectual property of the shower design.
“Technically, Clarity cannot sign any agreement on behalf of Stevenson, but Cynthia does have the power of attorney granted by the general activity committee, in case anything happened to Mr. Stevenson over the course of regular business.”
Brock began arguing that there was probably a way to cancel the transaction, but Mr. Stevenson began speaking with Mr. Liew, who was praising the Kauai Bianca design. Clarity showed Mr. Stevenson the sales slip. He gazed at the one point five million dollar figure and turned to Lareya Marquez.
“This is ours?” asked Mr. Stevenson, pointing at the side jet shower stall. Lareya Marquez flipped through the blueprints of the design, which included all patents previously owned by Bormbayle.
“Yes, everything’s all good, even the amount covering payment in exchange for the right of use of the design has been carried out.”
Lareya glanced at Clarity. “Hmmm, a payment slightly out of procedure, but yes, payment has been sent out, Bormbayle sold their design, which is now part of Stevenson’s balance sheet, their interest is settled, they do not own the patents nor do they have any right of use of that shower design.”
Reassured by the comment of his company’s legal counsel, Mr. Stevenson took the sales slip describing the order for one hundred showers, and invited Lamond Liew to a lunch. Before heading for the restaurant, he turned to Clarity and pulled her aside a few seconds. He didn’t look angry, just somewhat astonished by the turn of events.
“You did all right, but believe me, you were one inch away from getting fired. We’ll talk about this when we get back to Malibu.”
Flake drove the rental truck back to Malibu, although he had no license to drive trucks. Over the following days, Mr. Stevenson made some changes to the product line of Stevenson, adding a shower and accessories unit. He scrambled negotiations with several shower manufacturing companies to outsource manufacturing of the shower ordered by Lamond Liew, based on the design acquired by Clarity, in order to have one hundred of these showers delivered to Singapore over the following months. Taking into account all costs, including manufacturing and the purchase of the shower design intellectual property, the Vegas trade show sale was contributing more or less one million dollars to Stevenson’s figures, all of it coming from one sale. Clarity began taking calls for the new shower unit as teleoperator, and noticed that people were interested in the shower, after hearing of its success at the trade show. A few days later, Brock called her on the phone from his office.
“Mr. Stevenson wants to see you in the conference room,” he said. Clarity walked with Brock to the conference room and sat down in one of the corners, watching Lareya Marquez, Heather and Patrick, the accountant. Mr. Stevenson began by giving the new company figures which included the shower sale, praising the good team work at the company, and then moved on to the issue that Heather was bringing out into the open. Brock’s assistant handed out to Mr. Stevenson a thick thirty page report which she had written on the issue of Clarity’s standing in the company. She took a bottle of water in a neighboring table, and sat down opposite Clarity. To her, Clarity had to be fired, because she had repeatedly used company funds in order to carry out her own decisions regarding activities which affected the whole company, including all of their employees. Brock was backing her, because it was obvious that Clarity was not paying attention to company procedures, and he was in charge of that. Not backing Heather, meant his hobby trading stocks was in jeopardy as hobby. In other words, his posh, cushy job was at stake. The only person lukewarmly backing Clarity was Patrick, the accountant, who observed that the bottom line of Stevenson was seeing a lateral change for that quarter, in accounting terms, from loss, to profit.
“Well, a company is measured by how well it uses its funds,” said Mr. Stevenson, “not only by the way it gets access to them. There are various sources of funds for a company, access to new partners who bring equity, or issuing debt to markets when you’re big enough, which is not the case, or taking out a bank loan. All of these differ in the way the company has to pay back the money offered, and they differ also in the return asked by those providing the money. By accessing maturing commercial paper, Clarity simply chose to access an official source of funds of Stevenson, not much different from traditional sources of financing, in fact she used cash.”
Brock raised his hand, unsure of where the owner was going.
“What is the point you’re making sir, access to those funds is illegitimate according to our interal rules, Clarity violated those rules.” Mr Stevenson walked behind Clarity and stepped towards Brock.
“The point is that a company is judged by how well it uses its funds, not only where the funds come from, and Clarity made a good use of company funds by purchasing this shower design. She turned around and made an important sale right off the purchase of the new asset, a sale which provides a healthy change in the bottom line for the company, from loss to profit. That, in my view, is commendable, and to me, is the reason, maybe the only reason, not withstanding the fact that Clarity has been a good teleoperator here since she joined the company, for not firing her. Clarity will stay here, I still need to understand how exactly she thought of all of this, but she is a valuable employee.” He added, “just like my daughter really, she didn’t do too badly either.”
“Sir, can I work in another department or get a promotion?” asked Clarity.
“No, you’re simply not getting fired, sending out half a million dollars to another company without anyone’s approval or authorization, is enough to fire any employee in any other company. I’m simply giving you credit for the sale you made and the initiative you showed. I’ll also give you some time during working hours, to learn about marketing if you’d like to do that.”
The phone rang for Mr. Stevenson. Judge Cambery was summoning everyone involved in the ‘Atkins complaint’ case for another court round of depositions, after having considered some of the evidence presented by Lareya Marquez, arguing non-harm from the naked photographs of Taimi and Clarity.
The next day, a slew of employees from Stevenson attended the courtroom, including Clarity, Taimi, Mr. Stevenson, Brock, Heather, the mayor of Malibu, officer Packwood, and his nephew. Clarity noticed Atkins seating in the front row. Although official instructions recommended to turn off smartphones, she saw Taimi sending out a message to Atkins with several attachments. The smartphone of the mayor’s son blipped shortly after, and Judge Cambery signaled for attention hitting a wood base with his gavel.
“May I remind the audience that no cell phones or smartphones are allowed inside the courtroom.” Judge Cambery called on Atkins to express his view of the case, calling him to the plaintiff’s chair. The mayor’s son looked at his father and at Packwood, at Heather, and finally at Taimi, and began speaking.
“I’ve decided to drop this complaint and waive any request for damages,” said Atkins, “it is the business of Stevenson Garden Products to be a clothing optional company if they want to. If the employees have agreed to this policy, there’s nothing wrong with it, including sending out a few photos of employees naked.”
He glanced at Taimi, who kept her poker face. Clarity looked at Heather, who looked away from her. Judge Cambery settled the case, saying that no moral or emotional damage had been done to the plaintiff by sending the photos showing the bums of two adults. The whole case was closed, and Clarity noticed that officer Packwood was not happy, mumbling to his nephew Avery a few words about the useless justice system. As she left the courtroom, Clarity tapped on the shoulder of Taimi.
“What did you send Atkins?”
“A couple of photos of me naked outside the shower, from the trade show in Vegas. Told him he can come over to the roof top pool for a naked swim on the weekends, from now on, when no one is around, if he dropped the complaint.”
Clarity breathed with relief, finally the complaint was settled, things were beginning to calm down. She saw Packwood approaching Flake, while the Stevenson gardner was counting his gas vouchers.
“Next time, I’ll ensure your driving license is revoked, I heard about you driving the load truck without an appropriate license, no one ignores the law.” Flake had an answer, in times of turbulence, he probably was at his nonchalant best.
“Sometimes, what you have to do to keep things going, has nothing to do with what everyone else wants you to do, or thinks that you have to do. I just might get a license now to drive a truck, though, just to bug you.” Packwood walked away, fuming.
The following day, Mr. Stevenson recommended to Clarity that she take a few days off, arguing that she might benefit from a short vacation. That same day, Brock sent out a memo, announcing that Heather was leaving the company, to work at Herbaline, the weight management and nutrition company, famous for their unorthodox marketing procedures.
Clarity inquired about the company on her own, looking up some information on the internet, reading various opinions in social networks, which flared controversy. She stumbled upon an intriguing fact: Herbaline were the original makers of a beauty lotion, later sold to an outfit called Hexas Style Beauty Products, which Clarity recognized. Elony, the lotion scam sold by British expatriate Cassandra Scafarel in the Bahamas, came from Herbaline. Picking up the phone to talk to her friend Lanai, she began to shape an idea in her mind, making a visit to the fancy Herbaline building in Orange County.
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ch.14: Frisky, light-hearted, and delightful! Consistently! This should be a GRAPHIC novel (when you finally get around to publishing!) R+
ch.3: This is so clever. Everything is “normal” except the central dilemma of (gasp) optional nudity. With nonchalant humor you are making a individual rights argument out of this. I can hear you pitching this to a TV exec: “Who could object to that?”
I think you could actually pull this off (no pun) in reality if characters where discretely / artfully filmed! It could be great fun. These are unique characters who are “over the horizon” in leading the California trend. R
ch.13: Fun read. That package and who got it will bring me back. R
ch.12: I want to see the video version of this story! What a romp.
ch.12:Quite a revealing case. Quick and playful, this story scampers right up to the edge of decency and then sticks its tongue out.
ch.12: This plot has the sexiest curves.
ch.1: This is deceptively breezy and fun. I. did. not. expect. THIS! Good show! R
ch.15: Hurray! The girls won and we are all the beneficiaries of their determination. I hope that we will have further adventures about the floating spa and that the long arm of the law can’t reach them in inter national waters. R
ch.15: Sorry I’ve been away and missed the last few installments. I’m glad to see the girls came out of this in stellar fashion. It was a fun read, and I’m looking forward to the south of the border installments. R
ch.15: Sweet, sweet, sweet. And I think you may have set-up the next Episode in the series! Hmmm. I just noticed that others feel the same. Good! R+
ch.14: Phew! The package picker-upper turns out to be on our side….at least for now. I guess it all comes down to the vote. Go naturism! R
ch.13: If we Amuricans have a right to bear arms, the girls have a right to bare whatever! I vote yes. Fun read. That package and who got it will bring me back. R
ch.13: Lots of limbs to go out on here. I’m always intrigued by the persistence of the press.
ch.12: You just seem to strip the story to its bare essentials and cut to the chase ;).
ch.12: Very amusing. Am I the only girl here? Is that weird?
ch.11: It looks like the governor will have to get involved! A night under the stars, clothing optional I hope? R
ch.11: I just wish I could have conceived this saga. So breezy and tongue-in-cheek! R+
ch.10: You really make this sound reasonable and imminent! R+
ch.10: If it were only that easy… hey, maybe it would be if someone only tried it! When writing, it’s recommended to stick to the bare essentials. You can’t get any bare than this subject. Still reading. R
ch.9: Yes, these are burning questions! When is the rally? Excuse me, but I’m sticking to my leather chair here at work… R
ch.8: “Proposition 531 has a secret.” A secret proposition, why am I not surprised? You still have me guessing for answers. Keep up the suspense. R
ch.8: Yeah, yah, YES. Vivid, breezy, and irresistible. Can’t wait. R+
ch.7: What a cool caper. Such tension and intrigue, and I keep reminding myself of how tongue-in-cheek the mission really is. Great satire. R
ch.7: “I found something interesting, come here.” Now you have my curiosity aroused. This is a great series. Keep going. R
ch.7: I enjoy the story..thank you for writing and sharing..See you here..Best regards.
ch.7: refreshing and fun, like a more realistic Charlie’s Angels. Keep it coming. R
ch.6: I can’t believe I’ve been missing these! I was sure I had “favorited” you! You must also link to the Fiction Weekend site when you can. Still a great script. R
ch.6: Me, again. I just want to suggest that when you post a new installment that you go back and put in a “next” link to your previous installment. There isn’t another sexy, funny, charming story like this being done! R
ch.6: This is funny, hip and sexy with tongue firmly in cheek. I love all the little touches like the upscale thong for example. R
ch.6: The plot thickens! Everyone seems to be having a great time here, with the exception of our officer friend. R
ch.5: You GO, girls! Let me gather a few things and I’ll go with you… R+
ch.5: Do I see a road movie starting to appear? R
ch.4: Gasp! Oh, no! My damsels are in distress! This is sooooo script-ready. ACTION! +
ch.4: Sorry I’m late. Swimming naked, high above the city… sounds intriguing. R
ch.3: Ok, now I’ve read all three chapters, and am up to date with the bare essentials… so to say. It’ll be interesting to see where this goes. R
ch.3: l love it! Totally confirms what we easterners think: everyone in California has a screw loose. I think clothing optional day is a logical extension of casual friday. I am now backtracking to catch up on the earlier installments. R
THE ACAPULCO COCKTAIL
ch.1: Hurray! A new adventure. Reading each installment is like a mini-vacation….with beautiful aquanauts thrown in for good measure. R
ch.2: Cocktails, sun….I’m hooked. R
ch.4: Even a fish would not get caught if it kept its mouth shut! lol
ch.4: Looks as if the girls should start learning some Spanish.
I hope they are not going loco down in Acapulco! R
ch.4: Do they have cable in Mexican jail?
ch.4: I knew it, I knew it. The girls cannot stay out of trouble. Could a Mexican prison be next? This is a lot of fun. R
ch.4: Hey I want that job! It sounds like something I could do from home, while relaxing in my Lazy-Boy recliner. You have me thirsty for the next chapter. Sorry I’m late, but I was having a cold one out by the pool. R
ch.6: another great read………supertaster?……gotta hear more…..R
ch.5: well done again…R
ch.6: Effortless intrigue! You put me right there. Nancy Drew for the 21st century? R+
ch.7: This is such a breezy web, I can’t believe the weight of mystery you are able to hold! R
ch.5: I swallowed this like a shooter. It is a strong story, and I’ll say it like always: could easily be a script! R
ch.4: Yeah! You are raising the voltage nicely with this one. I didn’t see the “safe” coming! R+
THE CAYMAN AIR BANNER
ch. 4 – Well – I love this so far and will keep reading!
ch. 8 – This does hold your interest.
ch. 12 – At last the fight. The bit with the elusive canapés and limping along limo was priceless. R
ch. 11 – You do create a surreal environment: a little James Bond with a dash of Clouseau. R
ch. 1 – Hurray, a new adventure! I’ve been away awhile. I have a lot of catching up to do. R
ch. 1 – 20%! That must have been pre 2007, or else someone is going to lose their savings on a deal that sounds too good to be true. Let the action begin. R
ch. 7- The interplay between Clarity and Flower is priceless. R
ch. 6 – I’d hang on to my money if I was in Clarity’s bikini. R
ch. 5 – Just like a banker to steal your earrings while you are sleeping. R
ch. 4 – So many directions it can go. R
ch. 1 – hahah..ok, waiting to see where this goes!
ch. 12 – At last the fight. The bit with the elusive canapés and limping along limo was priceless. R
ch. 13 – 1,500 golfers gone. Should be easier to get a tee time. Sounds like the girls are closing in for the kill. R
ch. 15 – I learned a new word-scandium! “Let´s change into the tigress outfits, maybe it´ll be our turn tonight, you´re getting me in the mood.” Perfect! I can picture it!
ch. 3 – A surreal, but fascinating turn of events. Gallinaceous, indeed. R
ch. 16 – somehow I missed seeing your interesting series in the activity feed here—will read through all of your chapters this weekend and hope you have another series in the pipeline here!
ch. 10 – Is Bernie Made-off part of this operation? The girls are going to have a hard time doping this out. R
ch. 2 – Ladies, hang onto your money and bikini tops. R
ch. 11 – “Buddha Talk walks his talk, and talks only when needed.” This is such a neat line!
ch. 1 – Place tongue firmly in cheek and prepare for takeoff! R
THE BAHAMAS LOTION
ch. 1 – Wow, here we go again. Great start of a new adventure. R
ch. 6 – This whole story is hilarious.
ch. 13 – “She stole this egg, she stole it from the temple of Wat Phodaram, Wat Pho, the temple of the reclining, glistening, mother of pearl Buddha, in Thailand, where the statues watch and protect ecstasy, and the subtle channels open your wisdom to the quiet mind and show you how the body works. “ This is a hoot!
ch. 4 – “The truck, an Isuzu FTR 800 class 2 pumper imported from the Fire and Rescue Agency of New South Wales in Wagga Wagga, Australia, was beaming a blue siren, approaching the limo at high speed. Stretching above Lanai, Taimi and Cynthia were struggling atop the truck with Jenna, who was surfing the air, holding balance by grabbing the ladder.” What fabulous detail-I can create a perfect image in my mind.
Rosebud-I’m pretty sure I know what THAT reference is.
ch 12 – “Avalon was wearing an extra small ivory color Isabella thong by Myla, made of dusk silk satin, Elastene, and cotton gusset lining.” You have a way with detail! I had to look up the thong. Boy, they are expensive!
ch 12 – “That´s how I fooled the Sex Brigade at Neria B.” Immediately a Bowie song popped into my head: “Ground control to Sex Brigade, your circuits dead, there’s something wrong.” I think those lyrics are better than the original.
ch. 12 – what a supremely odd universe i have landed in. you must thank keiko alvarez, another universe-in-herself, for the prompt to come around. i dunno what to make of this place yet, but it sure seems amorphously enticing, offering magical new technology and a supremely erotic atmosphere wherein breasts are softly offered to the table! and this: “It depends on what you view as sex,” indeed.
ch. 12 – “It´s simple, we disagree over the definition of pleasure,” said Avalon, “over the meaning of it in fact. But we want to take over that resort.” Ah, yes! You go girls!
BTW, you have subtly painted quite a scene involving naked women. Very subtle, but very descriptive as well.
ch. 11 – OMG-I am so far behind! Forgive me. I will catch up! “Elony´s not approved by the FDA, Lanai.”“ I love this. What kind of fun stuff IS approved by the FDA?
ch. 9 – “The girl named Lanai has been sent to study the book of Decadence in more detail with other scribes.” Can I borrow that book? This is a great story.
ch. 8 – “I love the service here,” said Lanai. That’s an understatement!
ch.2 – I’m pretty sure I know what the lotion is! Can’t wait to find out.
ch. 5 – “Have you been thinking of tupperware sex lately?” I’m quite sure I’ve never heard that expression before!
ch. 6 – “Some type of hedonist resort, there shouldn´t be that many in the Bahamas” This whole story is hilarious, but this statement is the most hilarious of them all. I HAVE been to the Bahamas, you know, mostly out islands where anything goes!
ch. 7 – “Men are only in charge of security here, their presence is accessory.” I like to accessorize!
ch. 16 – “She cherished that exhibitionist tendency which was part of her, part of her strength as an adult.” Ah yes!
THE ADULT CHANNEL / THE ABU DHABI CHANNEL
Having spent some time in that part of the world, I’m curious to see how you envision an “adult channel” in Abu Dahbi. Should be a hoot.
ch. 1 – Wow. I am saving a link to this post. Very helpful. One hot franchise!
ch. 1 – A Church of pleasure, devotion to pleasure above all other notions or creeds, you could call it a devotional temple of pleasure. I’m converting!
ch. 3 – “small battery operated dental fixtures that could also be used as sex toys” – Your imagination is superb!
ch. 4 – “I Don´t trust the water, I drink only Nordic Mist tonic water.”
“It´s made by Coca Cola, the perfect soft drink.”
Do you get something for product placement? Funny!
ch. 6 – lol “Just sexual, I mean sex, wasn´t sure about love, because I thought if you mix sex and love, you might get pregnant.”
THE OOL BRODERIE / THE BAHRAIN BRODERIE
ch. 13 – Looks very amusing, and makes me want to take along to the beach for a long lingering read.
THE CUBAN RENEGADE
ch. 4 – I loved “the Egyptian method to move stones.” There is a delightful whiff of Kafka about all this.
ch. 4 – You have my attention!
ch. 6 – I found this to be highly erotic.
ch. 8 – “This is how we´ll use the bitcoin in this decryptor if anything goes wrong.” Ha! I have to see how this plays out.
ch. 10 – “you mean using Cuban cigars as currency for Cuba.” That would give new meaning to the phrase “my savings went up in smoke”.
ch. 14 – Great, as usual.
THE SUGAR BABY
ch. 9 – I love all the names!!! esp Clarity.
ch. 11 – Wow!
ch. 14 – Woo!
BACKSTORIES AND CHARACTERS
great the way you have this constructed, with the linx etc….
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After a naked lawn party during clothing optional day, Stevenson Garden Products Malibu teleoperator Clarity Nice agrees with her friend Cynthia Stevenson, daughter of company owner Bill Stevenson, to build an outdoor shower on company lawn, in order to bring publicity for the company. Bypassing the head of human resources at Stevenson, Brock Cheevers, Clarity finds out that the municipality of Malibu prohibits the use of a shower on any company garden lawn, and that it has assigned officer Packwood and his nephew Avery to the 'Stevenson shower' case. When the outdoor shower faucet is closed by Packwood, Clarity decides to build a shower inside the premises of Stevenson, near the rooftop pool of the company, so that employees can relax after a rough day's work. To pay for the expense, Clarity uses Cynthia's power of attorney which allows her to charge and spend company money when her father is away on a trip. Learning that Stevenson sales have dropped and looking for new job opportunities inside the company, Clarity decides to purchase a shower patent using company money savings, in order to boost sales by establishing a new shower division at Stevenson. Without any official document backing her, she uses the funds available to pay for the patent, knowing that her initiative may mean that she is out of a job. With a new patent in her hands, Clarity sets out to sell a number of showers at a Las Vegas bathroom and accessories exhibit, in order to refund Stevenson's money, borrowed to buy the patent, and also to avoid being fired by the owner of the garden company himself, Mr. Stevenson, for having used company funds without authorization.