Allison's Inheritance
by Seahawk76©


Chapter 1

A cool spring breeze blew over the congregation of people surrounding the open 
grave. It was an elaborate funeral and the gravestone was one befitting a man of 
means, but the crowd was not particularly large. It was composed primarily of 
men in expensive suits with wives in designer dresses, perfectly styled hair, 
and manicured fingernails. No tears were shed and there seemed to be an air of 
impatience to get the whole affair over with. The mood was about obligation 
rather than mourning. This was the funeral of a wealthy man, not a beloved man. 

Near the open grave stood a small family composed of husband, wife, and 
daughter. They seemed out of place here and their attire revealed to the others 
that they were a working class family even though they had worn their best 
clothes. As the gathering listened to the preacher's fumbling oratory about 
someone he'd never met, furtive glances were directed toward the young woman 
standing with her parents. Even in this crowd of businessmen with their trophy 
wives she stood out. She was a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty with a strangely 
innocent sensuality. The girl was wearing a modest black dress, sleeveless, but 
with the top reaching to a curve just below her neckline. Her earrings and 
necklace were tasteful and showed no signs of vanity or extravagance. The eyes 
of the men drifted toward her, darted away, then drifted back again. Her 
presence didn't go unnoticed by the women either. The girl seemed oblivious to 
the stares and it was difficult to gauge her emotions toward the coffin now 
being lowered into the ground. When her turn came she dutifully scooped up a 
handful of loose dirt and, without tears, tossed it onto the coffin. 

The Lawyer's Office

The downtown office complex known as The Compton Building was a typical large 
modern office building, devoid of any particular architectural personality or 
charm. It was the headquarters for Compton Enterprises and was now being used as 
the setting for the reading of the will of its namesake, Arthur Compton. The 
meeting took place several days after the funeral in an expensively furnished 
office on the 12th floor belonging to Compton's personal attorney, Mariana 
Perez, a striking 38-year old Cuban rumored to have been Compton's long-time 
mistress. Compton's immediate family were all present: a small group consisting 
of Arthur Compton's son Anthony, his daughter Sarah, her husband Tom Davis and 
their daughter Allison…the young beauty from the funeral. Anthony, better known 
as Tony, was 40-years old and wore a finely tailored suit which helped hide the 
extra pounds that middle age and excess living were adding to his frame. He also 
wore the smug look of a man about to become very wealthy. Alongside him sat his 
attorney. The Davis's had brought their attorney along as well, a long-time 
family friend named Bill Henderson, but they expected nothing from the old man. 

Mariana Perez leaned back against the front edge of her mahogany desk and began 
to speak. Although born and raised in Havana her English was flawless and had 
just a trace of an accent. 

"First of all, I want to say that I'm sorry for your loss. I worked for Mr. 
Compton for many years and respected him. He helped build this company from 
nothing into what it is today and I know he will be missed very much around 
here. " 

"But let's get to the matter at hand, shall we? Mr. Compton has left a video 
which he asked be used as his last will and testament in regards to immediate 
family members. There are also some documents providing additional information 
and instructions and I'll be distributing those after the viewing of the video. " 
The attorney walked to a large cabinet and opened it revealing a television set 
as those present slid their chairs around for a better view. "Now I know there 
will be some things that will cause a reaction but please try to refrain from 
talking until it's finished. There will be plenty of time for discussion 
afterwards. "

Mariana punched the Play button on the remote control and Arthur Compton 
appeared on-screen sitting uncomfortably in a leather chair. Allison was shocked 
at her grandfather's appearance and barely recognized him. The last time she'd 
seen him had been over two years ago and he'd still been a healthy and vigorous 
man then. But that was before the cancer had been discovered that had ravaged 
his body. The man now appearing on the screen was a frail, sickly old man who 
was a shadow of his former self. The two of them had never been close and they'd 
had a falling out, but she still felt pangs of guilt about not visiting her 
grandfather during his illness. 

Arthur Compton began to speak. 

"Hello Tony, Sarah, Tom, and Allison. Welcome to a day that I'm sure you've been 
looking forward to for a very long time. " The old man coughed into a 
handkerchief, but as he spoke his voice was surprisingly strong. "I hope you 
won't mind if I spare you the emotional expressions of regret or teary 
remembrances because I'm sure you'd find that as annoying as I do. So let's 
dispense with the formalities and get to the business at hand and talk about my 
money, my company and who gets what. " 

Compton began hacking again and took a small drink of water. Allison sat 
uneasily but was strangely fascinated by the sight of a man speaking to them 
from beyond the grave. 

"I want to start with you, Anthony. Son, you're a selfish, self-centered, 
immature, greedy, spoiled, boozing, skirt-chasing son-of-a-bitch. None of those 
things are showstoppers as far as I'm concerned during a man's youth. Hell, I 
had most of those qualities when I was young and still have some of them. But I 
outgrew the habits that held me back and kept me from prospering. You haven't. " 

Tony seemed taken aback by the words and shifted nervously in his seat. Compton 
paused to take a drink and then continued. "Still, you're my son and I'm going 
to leave you a wealthy man. " 

Tony made a nearly inaudible sigh of relief as Andrew Compton started listing 
the inheritance being passed down to his son: real estate, stock portfolios, a 
beach house, and various other assets. Tony relaxed and began to smile; he would 
be a very wealthy man. "I'm sure that will be enough to keep you in whores and 
booze for awhile, son, " Compton said as he finished. 

This time Tony sneered back at the screen. "You got that right, Dad. "

"What I'm not sure about, Tony, is whether you're capable of running my company. 
For now I'm naming you interim chairman of the firm. "

"Interim!" Tony exploded. 

"Yes, I said interim, Tony. Now shut the fuck up and let me finish what I have 
to say, " Arthur Compton barked from the screen. Tony sat back startled and 
Mariana Perez laughed quietly as she saw how Arthur had anticipated this 
reaction from his son. His body may have betrayed him but his mind had remained 
intact. Tom, Sarah, and Allison also couldn't help but smile at the exchange. 
Tony glared at Perez for a moment then turned his attention back to the TV. 

"I'll get back to you later, Tony, but for now I'd like to talk to my daughter, 
Sarah. " Allison's mom stared anxiously at the screen at her estranged father. "I 
know we've barely spoken since you ran off over 20 years ago against my will and 
married the loser you're with and I told you I'd disown you for it, but I guess 
time has softened this old heart. Since your husband hasn't provided you much 
I'm not going to leave you penniless. You're going to get five million dollars 
in cash. " Tom, Sarah, and Allison looked at each other in surprise and then 
began screaming and hugging each other. A surge of joy went through Allison as 
the continual financial struggles her family had gone through for most of her 
life seemed to be over. Arthur Compton paused for a few moments, once again 
anticipating this reaction, then said, "Before Tom Davis runs out and buys a 
bowling alley I should tell you that there are conditions involved. Conditions 
which I will get to momentarily. "

The Davis family looked at each other and then at Mariana Perez. "Conditions?" 
Sarah asked suspiciously and Mariana simply put a finger to her lips motioning 
them to be silent. They turned their attention back to the old man on the 
screen. 

"Now for my lovely granddaughter, Allison. " Another coughing fit overtook the 
old man and it was several moments before he could continue. "Yes, Allison, I 
remember very well our last conversation several years ago. It was the one where 
you called me a 'sad and unloved old man who put money and profits over people 
and the environment. ' I believe those were your words. " Allison shifted 
uncomfortably in her chair, remembering the encounter very well herself. "Now 
the reason I'm not angry about that now is because you were right and I have no 
problem with being called anything as long as it's the truth. You displayed 
backbone and an honesty that few around me have ever shown and I admire that. " 
Compton paused for a moment before dropping his bombshell. "For that reason I'm 
going to give you an opportunity to take over my company. "

"What!" Tony shouted, angrily knocking over his chair as he sprung to his feet. 
Mariana hit the Pause button on the remote. "That's bullshit! I've been working 
for that senile old bastard for years getting myself ready to run his company. 
He can't turn it over to some little college girl who doesn't know about a god 
damn thing except spreading her legs for frat boys!"

Tom Davis exploded out of his chair going after Tony Compton with a fury. 
Davis's attorney, Bill Henderson, quickly grabbed him in an effort to hold him 
back as Tony's own lawyer also jumped in between them. Tony, seeing the anger in 
Tom's face knew he was outmatched and quickly backed down. "I'm sorry, Tom, I 
didn't mean that, " he muttered. "I was just shocked by what the old man said. " 
He turned to Allison. "I'm sorry, Allison, that was a nasty thing to say. " 
Allison just nodded at him, still angry but not wanting her father to fight the 
man. 

"It's okay, Dad. He's apologized. Please sit down. "

Tom Davis, still seething, began moving back to his seat. "Don't ever let me 
catch you talking to my daughter like that again, you piece of shit. "

"Dad, enough!" Allison hugged her father and his anger began melting away. 

Mariana watched the whole scene unfold with amusement. This time it was she who 
had anticipated this moment and had been ready to pause the video. "Gentlemen, 
do you think we can continue now? Or should I get some boxing gloves?" Everyone 
settled back into their seats and Arthur Compton's ghostly presence began 
speaking again. 

"Is everyone settled back down again? No casualties? Tony, I imagine that you're 
wondering very loudly why I would consider putting an untested college girl in 
charge. " Mariana smiled again at his foresight. "I'll tell you why. I sense that 
there's an inner toughness and a drive in her that I don't sense in you. So I'm 
going to put her to the test to find out. Allison, if you can comply with the 
terms I'm about to lay out to you then I will give you my controlling stock in 
Compton Enterprises. " 

The Davis family looked at each other again in shock. This was like a dream. 
Compton's stock was worth millions. Many millions. Allison's head was spinning 
at what she was hearing. The thought of Compton turning over a company that was 
one of the state's worst environmental abusers to a staunch environmentalist 
like her was shocking. A rush of adrenaline went through her body as she thought 
about the power and wealth she would have. This was incredible! 

"Before you all get too excited you should probably know exactly what the 
conditions of the inheritance will be. I imagine they will temper your 
enthusiasm a bit. " The old man chuckled then paused for a moment for another 
drink of water before continuing. "Allison, if you want to save your Mother Gaia 
from what you imagine my company is doing to her then you'll be able to do so. 
But first you're going to have to earn it, as well as the five million for your 
parents. I'm going to test you to see just what you're willing to do for your 
parents and for the environment for which you've so passionately crusaded. We're 
going to find out just how badly you want what you claim you want. " Allison felt 
a chill running down her spine and it seemed as if the old man on the TV was now 
looking into her eyes and searching her soul. 

"Here are the conditions of the inheritance, Allison: You will finish college 
and get your degree and you must attend your graduation. You will be allowed a 
one week break, then you'll go to work full-time for Compton Enterprises in this 
building. You'll be given an office and will learn all there is to learn about 
the company. I've assigned someone to make sure that you're trained properly and 
you will be given regular assignments by him and by Mariana Perez that you'll be 
expected to complete. One year from today, if you've done all that has been 
asked of you, Ms. Perez has been instructed to sign over all of my holdings in 
Compton Enterprises to you and release the five million dollars for your 
parents. If you fail to live up to this agreement then the company stock 
holdings will be given to my son Anthony and the five million dollars will be 
donated to the Hale Foundation. " Compton paused for a moment. "If you fail, you 
and your parents will get nothing. "

Allison winced when she heard the name Hale Foundation. It was a well known 
conservative "think tank" whose main purpose was to lobby Congress in an effort 
to gut environmental laws which "crippled" businesses. They were the enemy to 
environmentalist groups and to Allison. The idea of five million dollars going 
to that organization rather than to her parents stung. Well, that's just 
incentive to follow through with what he's asking, she thought. It didn't sound 
all that difficult. 

Arthur Compton wasn't finished. "Now, my lovely young Allison, there is just one 
more little condition. A 'catch' you might say. " He chuckled again and Allison 
felt a chill from the cold laugh. "One of the things you said to me was that you 
prefer that things remain in their 'natural state'. Well I think now is the time 
to find out just how strongly you hold to your convictions, granddaughter. Thus 
we come to my final condition. " A thin smile came across the old man's face. "My 
final condition for gaining control of my company and the money is a simple one. 
I expect you to spend the next year in your own natural state. "

A puzzled look came over Allison's face and she quickly looked at her mother and 
father who also seemed confused by the statement. 

"Allison Davis, in order to gain this inheritance you will spend the next year 
in the nude. "

The Discussion

Tom Davis paced the room clenching and unclenching his fists, muttering 
obscenities about the accursed old man who was even more wretched in death than 
he had been in life. The Davis's and their attorney had been given a private 
office to discuss the terms of the will and Bill Henderson pored over the legal 
paperwork that had been given him by Mariana Perez. Allison sat numbly staring 
at the wall as her mother Sarah wept softly. 

The meeting had erupted into chaos after Arthur Compton had mentioned the little 
"catch" to the inheritance he was offering to the Davis's. Tom Davis had begun 
cursing and shouting, first at the TV screen, then at Tony Compton, and finally 
at Mariana Perez. Tony hadn't been silent about the whole affair either and for 
a time it looked like the two men might come to blows again. It had taken awhile 
for Sarah to calm her husband down enough for the meeting to continue. Allison 
had simply sat through all of it in a state of shock. What the old man had asked 
her to do was simply unimaginable. 

When order had finally been restored there were many questions from the two 
attorneys present and finally the Davis's were allowed to adjourn to a private 
office to discuss the terms of the will. "Remember, a decision must be reached 
today before you leave these offices, " Mariana Perez had said as they left the 
room. 

Bill Henderson finished reading the documents and finally spoke. "Well, I can't 
see any loopholes in it offhand. "

"You've got to be joking, " said Tom Davis. "How in the hell can this be legal?"

"Well, technically he's not asking Allison to do anything illegal. "

Allison broke out of her trance and spoke up. "Not illegal? I can't just go 
around naked. I'll get arrested. "

"Not in this state, Allison. Public nudity is not illegal here, " Henderson responded. 

"It's not?" Allison was surprised by this answer. 

The attorney shook his head. "A few years ago a nightclub owner took a case to 
the state Supreme Court challenging state regulations against nude dancing. It 
was argued that freedom of expression provisions in our state constitution 
allows for nudity as a form of expression. The state Supreme Court ruled in 
favor of the nightclub owner and as a result public nudity is protected as a 
legitimate form of expression which cannot be restricted unless it's accompanied 
by lewd behavior or sexual acts. That's why you now see nude dancing bars on 
every other block and a couple of popular beaches have designated areas as 
'clothing optional'. "

"Yes, I know there are strip clubs and nude beaches but no one just walks around 
town naked, though, " Allison said. 

"That's true, but not because it's illegal. It's just that societal conventions 
against nudity in public places are so strong that even nudists normally don't 
do it. "

"So you're saying he can actually force me to do this?"

Henderson shook his head. "Force you? No, he can't force you to do anything, 
Allison. But he can make it a condition of his will, yes. It would be your 
decision whether to comply with it or not. "

"But if I don't then we get nothing, right?" Allison was desperately hoping the 
lawyer would give her something positive to hope for. The momentary joy upon 
originally hearing about the inheritance made the crushing blow of the 
"condition" even more devastating. 

"Well, we can fight this in court and I'll certainly do that. But Compton was a 
smart man with a whole platoon of lawyers at his disposal so I have to be honest 
with you and tell you that the odds are probably against us. If we lose in court 
then you do lose everything unless you have complied with the conditions of the 
will in the meantime. "

"You mean go naked until we get to court? How long will that take?"

"It could take months. Hell, it could take the full year if they stall, which 
they're sure to do. " The lawyer looked at the beautiful young woman 
sympathetically. "Allison, I'm not going to recommend that you do this. I think 
it's outrageous. But I'm not going to lie to you either. If you want to insure 
getting the inheritance then it's my job to tell you that complying with the 
terms of the will is your best option. "

Allison's father had heard enough. "This is bullshit. Allison isn't going to do 
this for any amount of money. We've gotten by without that bastard's money until 
now and we'll survive without it. "

Allison looked at her father. He was still a healthy and strong man but the 
signs of aging and stress were beginning to show up in the lines in his face and 
the gray sprouting in his hair. He had aged a lot in the last year. He was a 
construction contractor and business had been slow lately. Their family had 
always gone through ups and downs financially but the past year had been 
especially hard and the money worries were escalating making him old before his 
time. It was also putting a strain on the relationship between her father and 
her mother. Her mother Sarah had grown up with wealth and had never complained 
since voluntarily leaving it behind to marry Tom, but she had also never 
forgotten what it had been like to be wealthy either. 


Allison stood up, walked over to her father and gave him a hug. "It's my 
decision, Dad, " she said quietly. 

"No, it's not, Allie. I won't allow this. There's no way. "

"She's right, Tom, " her mother said sharply. "She's 21 years old now and about 
to graduate from college. This is her decision. She's a grown woman now. "

Tom was about to speak when he saw the fierce glare in his wife's eyes and 
thought better of it. He stood silently and wrestled for a few moments with a 
decision. Then he turned to Allison. 

"Alright, honey. It's your call. I'll support you in whatever you decide. "

Sarah walked over and hugged her daughter. "You don't have to do this you know, 
dear. We'll be fine. " She smiled weakly but Allison knew that the problems 
between her mother and father had been escalating as the bills piled up. She 
didn't believe for a moment that everything would be fine. 

"Can I have a few minutes alone to think about this, please?"

Bill Henderson stood up and took control. "Let's head back to Mariana's office 
and let Allison have some air. " He put his arm around Tom and Sarah and began 
herding them toward the door. "Take your time, Allison, and join us when you're 
ready. "

The door closed and Allison was left alone with her thoughts. Images of being 
nude around strangers, friends, and family overwhelmed her. Although she was an 
environmentalist, she was no nature girl when it came to nudity. Her one 
experience with public nudity had come about a year ago at the beach. She had 
been sunbathing with two of her girlfriends and they had taken their tops off 
and teased her relentlessly until she gave in and took her top off also. But she 
had lasted only about ten minutes before embarrassment at having her breasts 
exposed to the world forced her to put it back on. And now she was expected to 
spend a year in the nude? How in the hell could she possibly do that? She knew 
she was attractive, even beautiful, but she had never been one to flaunt her 
body or her sexuality. 

As these thoughts tumbled through her mind the tears came and she cried as she 
hadn't cried for years. Her body shook with the sobs but the outpouring of 
emotion had the effect of clearing her mind. After a few minutes the tears 
subsided and as she moved past her initial shock she was able to examine the 
situation with a clearer mind. As she pondered everything a new understanding 
started growing inside her…the realization that the cruel bastard had never 
intended for a second to give her control of his company or her family the 
money! This was just a cruel game from beyond the grave meant to humiliate them; 
to give them a brief desperate hope only to crush them again. The old man 
probably had hoped that she'd strip naked for a few days but didn't really 
believe that she would ever be able to carry out the conditions of the will for 
a full year. As Allison thought about her grandfather, her anger grew and along 
with it a new feeling of determination…the determination to beat the 
son-of-a-bitch at his own game. As the realization came to her that she was 
actually considering doing this a shiver of excitement pulsed through her body 
and the undeniable feelings of arousal began to wash over her. 

The Decision

"I have just a few questions to ask before I make my decision. "

Allison had returned to Mariana Perez's office and the group was now all 
gathered again. On the opposite side of the room was Tony Compton, smirking and 
openly moving his eyes up and down Allison's body. His attitude betrayed his 
thoughts: he hoped that Allison would strip herself naked, at least for now. 

"Certainly, Ms. Davis, " Mariana replied. "I'll answer them if I can. " 

Allison tried to get some hint of the lawyer's feelings about all of this. Was 
she a reluctant participant or gleefully taking part in this farce? It was 
difficult to see through her cool professional exterior. 

"First of all, I can't imagine my college allowing me to attend school naked. 
What happens if they won't let me?"

"That's been taken care of, Ms. Davis. A generous donation has been made to your 
school and another will be made upon your graduation. The Board of Trustees has 
already approved it, as long as you're complying with state law. " Allison was 
more than a little taken aback by the idea that the Board of Trustees had been 
voting on allowing her to attend school naked. 

"Um…okay. Then maybe you can define exactly what is meant by being nude for the next year? I mean, can I wear shoes? Or a coat when it's cold?"

"I'm sorry, Allison, but the answer is no. I've been given instructions by Mr. 
Compton on this and nude means nude. No shoes, clothes, coats, hats, jewelry, or 
even makeup. That also means no blankets, towels, sheets, body paint, or 
anything else that can be used to cover your body. You can have a pillow and a 
sheet on your mattress but no sheets or blankets on the bed to cover yourself 
with, so I suggest you make sure your bedroom heater is in good working order. 
You can towel yourself off briefly after a shower but cannot wrap it around your 
body. You're allowed to wear sun block to protect your skin but other than that 
you must remain in your 'natural state' at all times. "

"But I'll freeze to death in the winter, won't I?"

Mariana Perez shook her head. "No. You'll be given a house and a car after your 
graduation that will be yours to keep as long as you comply with the terms of 
the will for the full year. The car will have a good heater and you can use the 
employee parking garage next to the building here. You won't be asked to carry 
out any work assignments outdoors in cold weather and your exposure to the 
elements will be kept brief. It's not Mr. Compton's desire that you develop 
hypothermia. "

"What kind of 'assignments' are you talking about anyway?" 

"They're tasks that may take you anywhere within this building or the city or 
the state. They will be errands or projects expected to be carried out on behalf 
of the company and are assignments that any normally clothed person would be 
able to complete, although they'll certainly be more difficult for a nude woman. 
But there won't be anything asked of you that will be illegal or outside of your 
abilities if you have sufficient motivation and determination. If you believe 
that anything you're asked to do is illegal, improper, or dangerous then you can 
come to me and I'll make the determination as to whether it needs to be 
completed or not. You can bring your attorney along if you like to insure that 
you're being treated fairly and within the law. " Mariana paused for a moment 
then drove home the next point with emphasis. "Allison, you need to understand, 
though, that modesty won't be considered a legitimate excuse for refusing an 
assignment. " 

Allison gulped as she heard this description of what her life would be like and 
could feel her heart pounding in her chest. "Are there any more questions, Ms. 
Davis?" Mariana asked?

"No, I don't think so. "

"Then I think it's time for your decision. "

The determination that Allison had felt earlier to beat her grandfather at his 
own sick game had melted away. Now that the time had come to decide, the idea of living life in the nude seemed totally unimaginable. This was just insane! And 
once she made the decision, in either direction, she couldn't go back. Either 
choice she made now would have long-term consequences that she might regret 
forever. And once she was in, she couldn't back down. Playing Arthur Compton's 
game for awhile only to quit with nothing to show for it would be the ultimate 
failure. 

"I-I'll do it, " Allison heard herself say and was a little surprised by the 
suddenness of her response. She wasn't really the least bit sure about it but 
something inside her just seemed to take over. And as the words tumbled out of 
her mouth she felt a rush of fear, adrenaline, and, to her dismay, arousal 
coursing through her body as the impact of what she'd just agreed to hit her. 
Allison's face blushed brightly as she tried to get her feelings under control 
and from somewhere in the distance she heard Mariana speaking. 

"Very well. If you'll please remove your clothing I'll see that they are locked 
up and kept safe for you. "

"R-right now? Can't I wait until I get home?"

Mariana shook her head. "I'm afraid not, Ms. Davis. The will specifically states 
that the decision must be reached in these offices today and the year begins at 
the point you remove your clothing. If you leave this building wearing anything 
you'll forfeit the inheritance. "

Allison turned and looked at her parents. Her father was about to speak when a 
look from his wife warned him to keep his mouth shut. 

"Honey, we've agreed to support whatever decision you made and now that you have we'll be there to help you in any way possible, " her mom said. Her father stared at the floor, a look of shame and defeat on his face. In the corner a smirking 
Tony Compton leered at her. The anger over what was being done to her and her 
family came back over Allison. She glared at her uncle and spoke. 

"A year from now Tony you'll be out of a job, I promise you that. " A look of 
anger came over Tony's face but she ignored it and turned toward Mariana and 
began removing her earrings. For the first time Compton's personal attorney 
momentarily let her guard down as she flashed a brief smile at Allison. It was 
clear that Mariana Perez didn't like Tony Compton either. 

Allison's hands shook slightly as she fumbled with the buttons on the front of 
the white floral cotton dress she was wearing. She pulled the dress over her 
head revealing a simple white bra and panties. They weren't her best but she 
hadn't been expecting to reveal them to anyone today. She placed the dress and 
then her shoes on Mariana's desk. Allison hesitated for a moment, looked around 
the room nervously, and wondered if she could actually continue. Her parents 
hadn't seen her naked since she was a little girl and no male except her 
boyfriend - now ex-boyfriend actually - had ever seen her completely nude. The 
feelings of embarrassment and arousal came over her again and she prayed they 
would stop. The shaking in her hands increased as she reached behind and 
unsnapped her bra. Nervously she let it slip off of her shoulders and placed it 
on the desk. She then quickly slid her panties down to the floor and stepped out 
of them, not hesitating for fear she would chicken out if she did. 

For a moment everyone in the room stared at Allison's nude body. It was a work 
of art. Her breasts were not too large but were perfectly proportioned to the 
rest of her body and were highlighted by light brown nipples that were even now 
beginning to harden. Her silky raven hair cascaded over her left shoulder onto 
her left breast covering it to just above the areola. Her skin was flawless with 
only slightly visible tan lines where the spring sun had touched her body. Her 
long legs rose up to a perfect bottom and a triangle of dark, neatly trimmed 
pubic hair left just a glimpse of the pink lips beneath. Allison could feel the 
eyes roving over her body as she stood shaking with her arms folded beneath her 
breasts. 

Mariana finally broke the spell. "It's now 2:35 p. m. At precisely this time next 
year we'll meet back here and sign the final paperwork, providing Allison has 
complied with the terms of the will. If you don't mind I'll lock these clothes 
up here so you'll have something to wear out of here next year. " Allison nodded 
numbly. Next year! It sounded like a lifetime. Mariana placed the clothing in a 
small satchel and locked it up in a cabinet. 

"Allison, I'll be in touch in a few weeks as you near the completion of your 
schooling and give you the details of your employment here, " Mariana said. "I 
strongly recommend that you don't try to cheat because I'm sure there will be 
eyes watching to make sure you comply at all times. " 

Allison glanced over at Tony who simply nodded and silently mouthed the words, 
"twenty-four/seven. 

Escape from the Compton Building

A naked and shaken Allison sat in a bathroom stall on the 12th floor of the 
Compton Building. At the conclusion of the meeting Mariana Perez had hustled 
everyone out of her office and locked it behind her as she headed for the 
elevator. Her mother had whispered "be strong" in her ear and then had gone with 
her father to bring the car from the parking lot several blocks away to the 
front of the building in order to save her an embarrassing walk down the street. 
Allison scampered down the hall to hide out in the women's restroom and 
thankfully it had been empty. As she hid in the stall the unreality of the whole 
absurd situation hit her with full force. She was naked in a downtown office 
building with no access to any clothes! The determination she had felt earlier 
was gone and the whole thing now seemed completely insane. Thoughts of 
completing an entire year in the nude gave way to prayers to make it through the 
present. "God, just give me the strength to make it out of here and I promise to 
forget this whole stupid thing. "

Allison began to wish that she had just gone down with her parents because now 
she didn't know if she could summon up the courage to do it on her own. The idea 
of just hiding out there until her mother came looking for her crossed her mind 
but that still wouldn't keep her from having to exit the building in the nude. 
"Just get it over with, Allie, " she told herself and pushed open the stall door. 
As she crossed the tiled bathroom floor a glimpse of her bare breasts in the 
bathroom mirror caught her eye and she stopped for a moment to look. Staring 
back at her was a beautiful naked girl standing in a strange bathroom in a 
strange building. A shiver of excitement suddenly pulsed through her and she 
could once again feel the stirrings of arousal. She felt her hands inching 
slowly up her stomach, reaching her breasts, then begin to slowly caress her 
hardening nipples. Allison let out a gasp as the pleasure began to intensify and 
she suddenly snapped back to reality. What in the hell am I doing? A blush rose 
to her cheeks at the thought that someone could walk in at any time and catch 
her. 

The naked girl pulled the restroom door open and carefully looked both ways down 
the hall. There was no one in the hallway and she stepped out and began creeping 
toward the elevator. She had almost reached it when a ding rang out announcing 
that the elevator had just reached her floor. She panicked and began sprinting 
for the door marked "Stairs" at the end of the hall. Behind her the elevator 
doors slid open as she shoved the door open and quickly entered the stairwell. 
Allison didn't hesitate and scampered quickly down the cement stairs to the next 
landing before stopping. She stopped there and grasped the iron rail listening 
for the sound of the door opening above. She could hear nothing but the sound of 
her own heavy breathing. 

After catching her breath Allison began her journey down the stairs, moving 
quietly in order to listen for the presence of others and stopping briefly at 
each landing to peer down to the next level. As she reached the lower levels of 
the building she heard the door opening just below and the sound of male voices. 
She caught a quick glimpse of two men in business attire walking into the 
stairwell. Allison turned quickly and bolted back up the steps to the next level 
and waited for a moment to see if the men were climbing up. As the voices got 
closer she nervously opened the door and, not knowing what was beyond, stepped 
inside. 

Allison found herself in a corridor with offices on each side. Down the hall was 
a woman walking away, not noticing there was a naked girl on the floor. Outside 
she could hear the voices of the men approaching and as quickly and quietly as 
possible she moved down the hallway desperately looking for a bathroom to hide 
in. Behind her the door began to open and she grabbed the door handle of one of 
the offices fearing it would be locked, or worse, that there would be someone 
inside. The knob turned and the door opened and she stepped inside closing the 
door behind her. She found herself in a small empty office standing next to a 
cluttered desk. She moved to the side of the door and listened for the men. Had 
they seen her? She didn't know and her fears were compounded when the men seemed 
to stop right outside the door. What would they do if they came in and found a 
naked girl there? Had others in the building been told about Old Man Compton's 
inheritance plan for her? Allison was able to catch parts of the conversation 
and it was obviously some type of business conversation about budgets. She 
decided that the conversation probably would have turned to other things if they 
had caught sight of a naked girl in the building. At that moment the door opened 
and the men walked into the office. 

"I've got the report right here, Bob. Grab a chair, " she heard one of them say 
as he walked to a nearby file cabinet. She was hidden from most of the office 
behind the open door but the man now stood in clear sight of her only a couple 
of feet away as he rifled through his files looking for his report. If he looked 
in her direction he couldn't miss her and she felt the terror and humiliation of 
the situation overcoming her. Incredibly the man turned away from her with his 
report in hand without noticing her. She sighed silently as she heard the man 
taking a seat at his desk and the conversation with the other man continued. 

Minutes ticked by as Allison stood hidden behind the open office door. Please go 
away, she kept thinking and she knew by now her parents must be wondering where 
the hell she was. They won't leave me behind will they? Of course not, she told 
herself. That's silly. But her unease kept increasing as the minutes went by 
without any sign of the men leaving. Why in the world did I do this? I should 
have just told them all to go to hell!

Finally Allison knew she had to do something; she just couldn't wait any longer. 
The nude girl stepped out from behind the door, paused briefly as the stunned 
men turned toward her, then fled out into the hallway where she nearly knocked a 
woman passing by to the floor. "I'm sorry, " she muttered as she turned and ran 
toward the stairwell. Flinging the door open she ran down the stairs without 
giving any more thought to stealth or caution. She quickly reached the bottom 
and stopped momentarily to listen for the sound of anyone following her. Hearing 
nothing but her heart thumping in her chest she opened the door and stepped 
through. 

Allison had expected to see a crowded lobby but was surprised to see an empty 
corridor. She was confused for a moment but then realized that the ground floor 
must be below the lobby. Deciding that this might be a better way out than the 
lobby Allison decided to explore to see where the corridor led. It was narrow 
for the first 20 feet but then widened into a small open area. At the far end 
she could see a glass door exiting the building and sunlight beyond. She walked 
slowly down the hallway and peeked around the corner. On the left was a small 
deli with some chairs and tables outside of it. It was well past lunchtime and 
it was empty except for a customer standing at the register ordering from the 
clerk while another sat at the counter eating. The two customers had their back 
to her and the clerk was busy writing down the order. Allison dashed quickly 
past the door of the deli toward the exit of the building. 

Reaching the exit door the nude girl paused for a moment to survey the outside. 
Through the glass she could see a small plaza which was shared by the Compton 
Building and another office building across the way. On the right side of the 
plaza was a large health club and Allison could see people working out on 
exercise machines through its windows. To her left was a set of wide stairs 
leading up to the main road in front of the building. That's where her parents 
would be waiting with the car. In the plaza itself were a number of tables and 
chairs and she could see about a half dozen people sitting and smoking with a 
few more sitting on the steps. This was obviously where the building's smokers 
came to indulge their habits. Allison was completely exposed where she was 
standing and with the deli behind her and the plaza before her it was only a 
matter of time before someone saw her standing there. Oh God, I've just got to 
make a run for it, she thought and pushed the door open stepping out into the 
open air beyond. 


Trying not to look at any of the people in the plaza Allison began running 
toward the steps leading to the street, consciously aware of her bouncing 
breasts as she jogged past the surprised onlookers. She could feel the sun on 
her skin and the cool breeze felt like a thousand fingers on her body. The 
sensation of being naked outdoors in a public place was like nothing she had 
ever experienced before. Allison could feel the adrenaline surging through her 
as she sprinted up the steps toward the sound of the traffic above. Reaching 
street level she turned and began walking quickly down the sidewalk that ran 
past the building in full view of the cars passing by. Cars began honking at the 
sight of the nude woman and she tried to block it out. 

Where were her parents? She began to panic as she reached the front of the 
building with no sign of them. She looked around desperately for the car that 
she had expected to see parked out front but it was nowhere to be found! Panic 
stricken, Allison looked for a place to hide but there was nothing. She was 
surrounded by office buildings and cars and pedestrians. There was nowhere to go 
except back inside the building. But where would she go in the building? Mariana 
Perez's office was locked and she would still be in the same predicament she was 
in now. . . naked in a public place with no access to any clothing. Allison had 
never felt so vulnerable and alone in her life. Uncertain what to do she did 
nothing. She buried her head in her hands and began to sob. 

It was only during a break in the traffic that she heard the voice. "Allison!" 
Across the street she could see her mother waving her arms. Relief swept through 
her body as she ran toward the crosswalk on the corner. The light was red and 
the cars continued to race past, many with horns blaring. It was only when she 
reached the corner that she noticed her scummy Uncle Tony standing there with 
his attorney. "Nice to see you again, Allison. " he sneered. "Lovely day for a 
stroll, huh?" How long had they been watching her? Allison wiped the tears from 
her eyes trying to put on a brave face but there was no hiding how distressed 
she was. As the signal finally turned green she forced herself to walk across in 
front of the stopped traffic, not giving her uncle the satisfaction of seeing 
her run. 

"The car's just down the block, honey, " her mom said as they walked quickly down 
the sidewalk. "I'm sorry but we parked as long as we could in the no parking 
zone in front of the building but a security guard chased us off. We've been 
circling the block until this parking space over here opened up. " Allison just 
nodded her head and muttered "okay" knowing that nothing was okay. They reached 
the car and Allison crawled into the back seat and curled up into a ball. Her 
father turned from the driver's seat. "Are you alright, Allie?" 

"Just get me out of here please, Dad" and the sobs began again. As the car 
pulled out into the street Allison had only one thought in mind: getting home 
and putting on some clothes. 

Chapter 2

Bad Dreams

Allison could feel the rough grain of the sidewalk scraping against her bare 
feet and, looking down, was startled to see that she had forgotten to wear 
shoes. How in the world did that happen? Oh well, she thought, I'm late for 
class and don't have time to go back and get them. No one will notice. She 
entered the Environmental Science building and the hallways were oddly empty. 
Walking into her classroom she saw that it was also empty. That's strange, she 
could have sworn she was late. As Allison sat down in her seat in the middle of 
the classroom the feel of cold wood against her bare rear sent a shock wave 
through her. Looking down she suddenly realized she was naked! Oh my god, I 
forgot to get dressed, she thought and stood up to run back to her dorm but the 
classroom was now full! She quickly sat back down hoping no one would notice. 
Somewhere in the distance she could hear the voice of the professor and Allison 
was mortified when her name was called out. "Miss Davis! Please come down to the 
front and explain why you've come to my class naked!" By now everyone in the 
room was looking at her and laughing and pointing. A humiliated Allison wanted 
to rush out of the room but forced herself to obey the professor. As she stood 
up, though, she felt herself rise up in the air and begin floating, floating 
above the class. Down below her classmates were staring up at the view between 
her legs. . . 

Allison opened her eyes and blinked several times trying to adjust her sight to 
the darkness. She reached for the blankets that seemed to have fallen off of the 
bed but could feel only the sheet on the mattress below her. Disoriented, she 
sat up in bed and looked around. This wasn't her dorm room. Allison rubbed her 
eyes and the familiar surroundings of her bedroom in her parent's house slowly 
began coming into focus. She once again reached for the missing blankets when a 
glance at her nude body caused her to gasp as she suddenly realized why there 
were no blankets to be found! Shame and embarrassment pulsed through her once 
again as the events of the previous day flooded into her head. The glowing 
numbers on the clock beside her bed read 2:10 a. m. but Allison knew there would 
be no more sleep for quite awhile tonight. 

Allison padded quietly out into the living room and then the kitchen, trying not 
to disturb her parents' sleep. She brewed herself a cup of herbal tea and sat 
down on the living room couch, lighting a candle for light. The flickering light 
illuminated her nude body as she stared hypnotically into the flame. She tried 
to empty her mind of thoughts but the bizarre events of the day continually kept 
forcing themselves in like unwanted visitors. With a sigh Allison gave up the 
fight and began re-living the strange events of the previous day. It all came 
rushing back now: the reading of the will, the momentary exhilaration of hearing 
about the great wealth offered only to be devastated by the perverse "condition" 
imposed on her by her dead grandfather, Arthur Compton. A year in the nude! What 
an impossible, ridiculous, obscene, and horrifying prospect…one that she 
couldn't possibly have imagined only 24 hours ago. Worst of all were the 
memories of the terrifying nude exit from the busy downtown office building. 
Allison shuddered and stared into the flame again, attempting to quiet her 
emotions. 

A nearby bedroom door opened and Allison's mother Sarah stepped out and walked 
quietly into the living room. "Hello, honey. I see you couldn't sleep either. 
Mind if a get a cup of tea and join you?"

"Sure, Mom. " She had instinctively tried to cover herself when she first heard 
her mother enter the room but then realized how silly it was. She had spent a 
good part of yesterday nude in front of her. Sarah joined her daughter on the 
opposite end of the living room sofa, lighting a second candle for light. 

"That was quite a day yesterday wasn't it, Allie?"

Allison nodded. "The worst day of my life I think. "

Sarah looked sympathetically at her daughter. "I can imagine, dear. I'm sorry 
you had to go through that. I guess I should have seen something like this 
coming from your grandfather. "

"How could you possibly see something like this coming, Mom?"

Sarah shifted uncomfortably and nervously sipped her tea before continuing. 
"Your grandfather had some. . . fetishes. " She wasn't quite sure how to put this. 
"He. . . well, he enjoyed humiliating women by forcing them to exhibit themselves 
nude in public. "

Allison's eyes opened wide and she stared at her mother. "You mean he forced 
you. . . "

Sarah shook her head. "No, not me. My mother - your grandmother. She told me 
stories before she died. I think she was afraid that he would try to force me 
into some of his perverse games. "

Allison was shocked by this revelation. "You mean incest?"

"No, I don't think he would have ever touched me. This wasn't really about sex; 
at least I don't think it was anyway. It was about demonstrating his power over 
the women in his life by humiliating them. Forcing them to strip in public. 
That's how he got his kicks. "

"Women?" Allison asked. "You mean more than my grandmother?"

"Your grandfather had mistresses. I know that he forced several of them into 
this type of thing. "

"How do you know?"

"My mother knew about them. She had him followed when she was preparing to 
divorce him. That's when she started warning me about him. "

Allison tried to recall memories of her grandmother Rebecca but she had died in 
a boating accident when Allison was very young and she had no recollection of 
her. "You don't remember your grandmother do you, hon?" Sarah asked. Allison 
shook her head. "You remind me a lot of her, Allie. She was a beautiful woman. " 
Allison took a sip of tea trying to visualize her from photographs she had seen. 
"She encouraged me to run off with your father in order to get away from 
Arthur. "

Allison was a little surprised by this. "I didn't know that. I always thought 
they both hated Dad. "

Sarah shook her head. "No, not your grandmother. " Sarah thought back to her 
early days with Tom. He had been so handsome and she had been so in love. "You 
know Allie, I've never told you this but I was pregnant with you when your 
father and I got married. "

"I know Mom, " Allison giggled. "I can do math. "

Sarah blushed slightly. "I suppose you can. " Both mother and daughter felt a 
warm glow as they talked. It had been a long time since they had talked together 
like this. Too long, Sarah thought to herself. They continued to talk, no longer 
mother and daughter but two women sharing secrets from a hidden past and 
concerns about an uncertain future. 

"Your grandmother Rebecca was a good woman, " Sarah continued. 

"Why in the world did she marry such a pervert then?"

"Allie, you have to understand that Rebecca had nothing when she met Arthur. 
Nothing but her beauty anyway. She was an orphan who'd been shuffled from foster 
home to foster home. He offered her a life of wealth and in return he asked that 
she participate in his 'games. '"

"Games?"

"Yes. Games involving exhibitionism and nudity in public places. "

"And she was willing to do this for the money?"

Sarah thought for a moment before answering. "Your grandmother was a very 
ambitious person in her own right. She was willing to do whatever it took to 
achieve her goals. " Sarah took a sip from the tea. "In many ways she was as 
strong-willed as Arthur Compton. I think that's one of the things that attracted 
him to her. "

Allison thought for a moment about what her mother was telling her. "Tell me a 
little about these 'games'. "

Sarah sat silently for a few minutes, thinking about her mother. "It began on 
their wedding night. . . "

[Author's note: Those of you who've read my short story Rebecca will recognize 
this part of the chapter. This is the original version of this story and I later 
re-wrote it into a standalone short story when I thought I'd never get around to 
completing Allison's Inheritance. ] 

Rebecca

The young bride stood naked, handcuffed, and trembling in the bridal suite of 
the large hotel. She was about to play a game: Arthur Compton's game. Compton 
sat watching her closely, a thin smile on his face, a cigarette smoldering 
between his fingertips. He could sense her fear and fed on it like a predator 
gaining strength from the scent of fear in his prey. At thirty-two, Compton was 
already a millionaire many times over and a man who knew how to get what he 
wanted. And at the moment what he wanted was his beautiful wife to display her 
naked flesh to others. He gazed with pleasure at her milky white skin and silky 
raven hair and began explaining the rules of the game. 

"As soon as you exit the room, Becky, the clock will start. I'll give you a 
series of tasks you'll have to complete in order to find the key to the 
handcuffs and then find the room key in order to get back in. I won't allow you 
in if you don't find it. " He paused for a moment to let this sink in. "If you 
aren't back within an hour the door will be bolted shut and won't be opened 
until 6 a. m. tomorrow morning. I'll give you your initial instructions to get 
you started once you're in the hallway. "

A nervous chill swept through Rebecca's body. "Aren't you afraid we'll get 
kicked out of the hotel?" she asked. 


Arthur chuckled and took a drag off of his cigarette. "I'd probably be worried 
if I wasn't part owner of the hotel. "

Rebecca stood silently allowing Arthur's eyes to roam across her body. She knew 
she couldn't hide her nervousness but wasn't going to allow him the satisfaction 
of hearing her plead or beg. Compton sat quietly for a few minutes allowing the 
fear and anticipation to build in the young woman. Finally he spoke. "It's time 
to get started, dear. "

Rebecca took a deep breath as the door opened to the hallway beyond. She 
hesitated for a moment then stepped outside. Arthur entered the hallway with her 
and she heard the door lock behind her with a sickening click. Her eyes darted 
quickly back and forth, scanning both ends of the corridor, but it was empty. It 
was just after 11 p. m. and many of the guests were already settled into their 
rooms for the night. Still, the possibility of being seen was very real. "Follow 
me, " Arthur commanded and she walked behind him down the hall, her hands 
handcuffed behind her back. They reached the elevator and Compton pushed the 
down button. Rebecca shuddered nervously at the thought of entering the hotel 
elevator in the nude. 

"Take the elevator down to the 2nd floor, Becky. There are some public restrooms 
there. In the men's room taped behind a large waste receptacle is a plastic bag 
holding the key to the cuffs along with further instructions. " The "ding" 
announcing the arrival of the elevator startled Rebecca and she watched 
nervously as the doors slid opened. To her relief the elevator was empty. 
Compton stepped inside and motioned her into it. After she entered he pushed the 
button for the 2nd floor and stepped out again, holding the door open. He 
allowed himself a moment to drink in the delicious sight of his beautiful wife 
standing naked, handcuffed, and helpless in the elevator. "Good luck. I'll be 
expecting you in less than an hour, " he said with a smile and then let the doors 
slide shut. 

Alone in the elevator now, Rebecca watched nervously as the floors ticked off on 
her journey to the 2nd floor. As each floor number appeared above the door she 
expected the elevator to come to a halt to pick up new passengers, but it 
continued uninterrupted to her destination. 

The doors slid open and the nude woman peered cautiously out of the elevator 
before stepping out into the corridor. About twenty feet away Rebecca saw a 
large potted floor plant and she scampered quickly to it, kneeling down behind 
it. She took a minute to calm her nerves before peering out from behind the 
plant to survey the area. On each side of the corridor she saw hotel shops and 
boutiques, all of them darkened and shuttered. This would normally be a busy 
floor during business hours but at this time of night the area was deserted. 
There was no sign of the men's restroom, though, and the clock was ticking so 
the young bride had no choice but to get moving and look for it. She reluctantly 
left her hiding spot and began exploring. 

As she started down the hallway she saw with a shock that there was a lounge at 
the end that was still open and serving customers. She pressed herself flat 
against the wall and surveyed the area. She saw the men's restroom now down the 
hallway near the open door of the bar and had no choice but to head toward it. 
Rebecca began creeping along the wall past the closed doors of the shops, trying 
to remain invisible to the people drinking within the lounge. She could hear 
music tinkling from inside as a pianist played quiet tunes for the bored late 
night drinkers. 

The men's room was now only a few feet away on the opposite side of the corridor 
and Rebecca decided to make a dash for it. This was obviously the restroom used 
by the bar so the chances of someone being inside were good, but what choice did 
she have? She quickly dashed across the hallway, breasts bouncing as she ran, 
and pushed her way through the door into the bathroom. 

The bathroom was empty and Rebecca could see the white trash receptacle near the sink. Sliding it away from the wall with her foot she breathed a sigh of relief 
as a plastic bag taped to the rear of it containing a key and a note came into 
sight. Awkwardly she removed the bag with her hands cuffed behind her back and 
began tearing it open. The key clattered to the floor and Rebecca sat down on 
the cold tile floor attempting to pick it up with her arms behind her back. 
Thank god they keep this place clean, she thought as she finally managed to 
retrieve it and began fumbling around trying to put the key in the lock. The key 
dropped again to the floor. This is no good, she thought, aware that a bar 
bathroom probably wouldn't remain vacant for long. With an effort she struggled 
to her feet and, bending over at the waist, attempted to slide her handcuffed 
wrists past her butt. The cuffs bit into her wrists as she strained but finally 
felt them slip past to her thighs. Then sitting down again she brought her legs 
through freeing her arms. With her arms now in front of her the process of 
retrieving the key and unlocking the cuffs was much easier and soon they snapped 
open. Rebecca tossed them into the wastebasket and, grabbing the note, fled into 
one of the stalls to read it. 

Congratulations on the successful completion of the first part of the game. I 
figured that someone as limber as you should have no problem finding a way to 
escape from the handcuffs. Or did you require assistance?

Now on to your next task, Becky. This will be relatively straightforward since I 
don't want to challenge you too much on your first time out. I'm sure you 
noticed that small bar nearby. The bartender will be expecting you and is saving 
you a seat at the bar. All you have to do is go in and order a drink and he will 
hand you a note with further instructions. I'll be in the corner of the bar 
watching. Please don't acknowledge me in any way. 

Oh, by the way, the bartender will not allow you to charge the drink to the 
room. I'm afraid you'll have to find someone in the bar to buy it for you. 

Rebecca sighed as she read the instructions. All the stealth and caution she'd 
used to avoid being seen by the customers in the bar had been for nothing. She 
was going to have to walk right in and belly up to the bar for a drink! Then god 
only knows what the next set of instructions would bring. 

Aware that the clock was ticking Rebecca had no choice but to make her way out 
of the stall and prepare to walk into the bar. Taking a deep breath to calm her 
nerves she stepped through the door and began walking toward the open door of 
the bar. She heard a gasp as she stepped in and a quick survey showed her the 
bar was only about half full. The customers were mainly bored businessmen 
although there were several couples sitting at tables talking quietly. In the 
corner she could see Arthur sitting, his eyes focused intently on her. Rebecca 
turned her eyes from him and walked to the bar. 

The bartender smiled and tossed a napkin onto the bar in front of her like it 
was the most natural thing in the world for a nude woman to walk into his bar. 
Rebecca sat down on the stool next to a businessman in a rumpled white shirt and 
tacky tie. "Whoa, " the man exclaimed as the naked woman sat down beside him. 
Rebecca could smell the beer on his breath from where she sat. "Hello there, 
darlin'. "

Rebecca forced a smile onto her face. "Hi. Would you mind buying me a drink?"

"Sure thing, " the man replied and he managed to tear his eyes off of her breasts 
long enough to shove a crumpled wad of bills toward the bartender. "Get her 
whatever she wants, barkeep. "


The bartender smiled. "My name's Jimmy. What can I get for you?"

"I'll have a glass of Chardonnay please, Jimmy. "

"My name's Ed, " her companion in the next seat said. "What's yours?"

"I'm Suzy, " she replied, not wanting to give the man her real name. 

"Pleased to meet ya, Suzy. Damn you got the nicest tits I ever seen. "

Rebecca tried to ignore the man as Jimmy brought her glass of wine along with a 
note. She felt a tingle of anticipation as she opened it, not knowing what to 
expect next. 

Only one task remains, Becky, and then you can return to the room. After you 
finish your drink you will request a song from the piano player, and I want you 
to sing it for the bar. You know what song I want to hear. Once you've finished 
that the bartender will give you your room key and you may leave at any time. 

She knew what song Arthur wanted. "Danny Boy. " His mother had come from Ireland and often sang it to him as a young boy. Hearing it was one of the few things in the world that could move him to tears. 

Rebecca's new friend Ed was engaging in a drunken one-sided conversation with 
her that she'd been tuning out. He apparently thought that her "outfit" was the 
latest fashion for hookers in the area and he couldn't have been more pleased 
about it. Rebecca felt Ed's hand on her back and she quickly gulped down her 
glass of wine. "Excuse me Ed, but I want to request a song from the piano man. " 
She rose from her stool and all eyes were on her as she approached the piano 
player. She waited self-consciously until he finished his song and then spoke 
briefly into his ear. He nodded and began to play. Rebecca looked around the bar 
nervously and began to sing:

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. 

But come you back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. 

Rebecca sang with a strong clear voice. She loved to sing and, for a moment 
anyway, forgot about her nudity. She was lost in the moment and the crowd 
listened with rapt attention to the beautiful song. 

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. 

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I simply sleep in peace until you come to me. 

There was silence for a moment, then the crowd erupted in applause. Rebecca 
blushed then took a small bow. In the corner she could see Arthur clapping as 
well, a tear running down his cheek. A rush of adrenaline ran through Rebecca's 
body and she couldn't help but smile as she returned to the bar. 

"That was damn good, " she heard Ed slur and felt his hand on her ass. She turned 
to him and smiled. "Ed, would you mind buying me another drink?" 

"Sure thing, darlin', " he replied and removed his hand to reach for his wallet. 

Jimmy placed another glass of wine in front of her along with the room key. 
"That was wonderful singing, " he said. Rebecca blushed again at the compliment. 
"Thanks Jimmy. " As she sat down on the stool she could once again feel Ed's 
hand, this time moving up her thigh. She took a quick sip then turned to her 
companion and threw the remainder of the wine into his face. 

A shocked and surprised Ed recoiled from her with wine dripping off of his face 
onto his white shirt. "You fucking bitch!"

Rebecca grabbed the room key and turned to Jimmy as she walked toward the exit, 
"I'm sorry I can't leave you a tip. " 

"That's okay, " the bartender called after her. "Your presence here was tip 
enough. " With that Rebecca strode quickly through the open door of the bar into 
the hallway beyond leaving one last glimpse of her naked backside for the bar's 
patrons. 

As she walked down the corridor Rebecca's confidence began to fade as she heard 
the sound of footsteps behind her. Nervously she picked up the pace, afraid to 
look back. Reaching the elevator she pushed the button just as a hand grabbed 
her and spun her around. In her face was a drunk and angry Ed. 

"Where the hell do you think you're going you little prick tease. The party's 
not over yet. " He leaned over and attempted to plant a kiss on her lips as 
Rebecca struggled to push him away, his foul-smelling breath nauseating her. 
Suddenly a hand seized Ed by the throat and he gasped for breath as Arthur 
Compton slammed him against the opposite wall. Ed took a wild swing but Arthur 
blocked it easily and slammed his knee into Ed's groin. The color went out of 
Ed's face as he slumped to his knees in pain. Arthur grabbed the man by his hair 
to hold him up and then buried a fist into his gut. What little air was left 
exploded out of Ed's lungs and he crumpled into a heap on the floor, gasping and 
retching. Compton looked on for a moment with a cruel grin at the sight of the 
beaten man, then turned and led his wife into the open elevator. 

As the elevator climbed upward the man and wife found themselves in an embrace 
of hungry passion. The embarrassment, humiliation, and fear that Rebecca had 
experienced were now fueling a fire inside her that she'd never felt before. She 
greedily tore at Andrew's clothes wanting to feel him inside of her. As the 
elevator doors slid open, Andrew swept her off of her feet and carried her in 
his arms down the hallway to their room, pausing only briefly to unlock the 
door. Then Andrew Compton carried his young bride across the threshold into 
their bridal suite, kicking the door shut behind him. 


Moments later the Comptons consummated their wedding vows. 

Mother and Daughter

Allison stared into the flickering candle flame thinking about the story her 
mother had just told her. The shocking conditions of the will were beginning to 
make some sense now. This wasn't just some crazy scheme cooked up on Arthur 
Compton's deathbed but an ongoing pattern of behavior for him; a bizarre attempt 
to continue with his fetish even after death. 

Allison thought about her grandmother Rebecca and what her mother had said about her, that she was willing to pay the price to get what she wanted. Allison 
wondered if she herself possessed the same determination and strength to pay 
whatever price was necessary to gain the wealth and power being dangled in front 
of her. She didn't know. 

Sarah returned from the kitchen with fresh cups of tea for the two of them. 
Settling back onto the sofa she watched the flickering light from the candles 
dance across Allison's face and breasts. My God she's beautiful, she thought as 
a twinge of jealousy shot through her. Sarah immediately felt ashamed by these 
feelings. At forty she knew she could pass for thirty and heads still turned 
when she walked down the street. Still, she knew that she had never possessed 
the extraordinary beauty of her daughter even in her prime. What struck her was 
the natural way that Allison carried her looks, accepting them but without the 
vanity or self-centeredness that so many other beautiful women possessed. She 
neither wanted nor needed to be the center of attention, which would make the 
coming ordeal all the more difficult for her. Arthur Compton must have been 
struck by Allison's beauty as well, she thought. So much so that the temptation 
to get her involved in his fetish must have been too great to pass up, even 
after death. A temptation so great that he was willing to put his company up as 
the prize to entice her. 

The two women sat quietly for several minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. 
Sarah finally broke the silence. "Have you decided what you're going to do yet, 
Allie?"

Allison didn't answer at first, pondering for the thousandth time the 
unthinkable choice she'd been given. After her humiliating exit from the Compton 
Building, Allison had been convinced on the ride home that she was going to quit 
this ridiculous farce as soon as she got home, but in the relative protection of 
her parents' house she'd calmed down a bit and decided there was no harm in 
staying nude for the weekend anyway. She didn't have to be back to school until 
Monday morning and this would give her time to think things through. 

"Yes, Mom. " she finally replied. "I have to do it. It's not just the money, it's 
the opportunity to make positive changes in this world. I have to try. "

Sarah nodded her head. "I know, honey. I was hoping you would. Does that sound 
awful? To hope my own daughter would go through with something like this?"

"No, Mom. I understand. "

"It's just that. . . " Tears started flowing down Sarah's cheeks. "I. . . I thought I 
was satisfied with my life but I guess when I heard about the money that we 
would be inheriting. . . I wanted it. I wanted it for us and for you. "

Allison put her arms around her mother and the two of them shared tears for a 
few minutes. 

"Allie, I want you to be careful. Your grandfather was a ruthless man and I 
don't think he would give up his company to you so easily. "

"Easily?" Allison exclaimed. 

"Yes, honey I know this seems terribly difficult for you and it will be. But I 
don't think we've heard everything yet. I think there may be some traps and 
roadblocks in this whole thing that we don't know about. I don't think Mariana 
Perez has told us everything. "

"Well, I got the feeling she was on our side. I don't think she likes Tony 
Compton. "

"Honey, no one likes Tony Compton. That doesn't necessarily make her your 
friend, though. I don't know if she will be an ally or a foe in this but you 
should be very wary of her. "

Allison sipped her tea and thought about the challenge ahead of her. 

"And you may not be able to trust anyone at school either. I'm sure that Tony 
will spread his money around to your friends to spy on you and tempt you into 
cheating. "

"Oh, great, " Allison said. "I come home on a Friday as a normal happy college 
girl and I go back on Monday as a paranoid nudist. " Mother and daughter looked 
at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing and began another round 
of hugs. 

"I love you, Mom. "

"Love you too, Allie. Let's get some sleep. I'll drive you back to college early 
Monday morning. "

"I think Monday will be the hardest day of my life, Mom. "

Chapter 3

Monday Morning

The moment that Allison had been dreading had arrived. She sat nude and shaking 
in her mother's car as the dormitory, looking both familiar and terrifying, 
filled the window in front of her. It was 7 a. m. on Monday morning and the 
campus was beginning to stir. Several students exited the dorm making their way 
toward the cafeteria and Allison hunched down further in her seat. Her mother 
Sarah sat quietly, understanding what was going on inside her daughter, not 
knowing what she could possibly say to comfort her. 

Finally Allison heard a shaky voice that sounded like hers but seemed to come 
from a million miles away. "Let's get it over with, Mom. " She grasped the door 
handle, released it, and then pulled again, hearing the door mechanism click 
open. The door opened wide and Allison looked out at the world beyond with a 
mixture of terror and curiosity. It was like emerging for the second time from 
the womb into a strange and frightening new world, as naked and unprepared as 
the first time. 

The next few minutes were a blur - a series of sensations. Allison felt the 
softness of the grass moistened with dew beneath her feet which soon gave way to 
the rough scrape of the cold cement of the sidewalk. She could feel the sun 
touching her bare flesh and the cool breeze caressing her skin, the movement of 
her breasts, the roar of blood in her ears, the hot flush of her face. The early 
morning sun gleamed off of the glass front door of the dorm as Allison pulled it 
open and stepped inside. "Oh my God, " she heard a female voice say and she could hear giggling from off to her side as she walked across the lobby toward the 
staircase. Allison climbed quickly to the third floor and down the hallway 
toward her room passing several girls with astonished looks on their faces. 

It was only as she entered her dorm room that she even noticed that her mother 
had been with her. She quickly stepped in as her roommate Katie looked on 
combing her wet, freshly shampooed hair, dressed in blue jeans and a white 
blouse. Katie was a slightly overweight girl with a pretty face, blonde hair and 
a mischievous smile. It was the sound of Katie's smartass voice that finally 
brought Allison back to the real world. "Uh, hi there Allie. Laundry day? 
Nothing to wear?" Allison let out a sound that was a half laugh and half sob and 
flung herself onto her bed. "Just a minute Allie, " her mother cried in alarm and 
quickly pulled the blankets from the bed as Allison was forced to stand again. 

"Hi, Mrs. Davis, " Katie said. "Pardon me for butting in but what in the hell is 
going on? Why is she naked?"

"Hi Katie, " Sarah sighed. "It's a long story and I'm sure Allison will fill you 
in on all the details. They both looked at Allison who had her face buried in 
her pillow. "All I can say is that she will need your friendship and support 
more than ever in the coming weeks. "

"Um, okay. Sure. " A look of alarm came over her. "Did someone do something to 
her? Was it one of those creeps from Kappa Alpha?"

"No, nothing like that. It's voluntary. She's going to have to stay naked for 
awhile. "

Katie stared at Sarah uncomprehendingly. "Those might possibly be the strangest 
words I've ever heard come out of a college mom's mouth. "

Sarah smiled. "I guess you do deserve an explanation. " Sarah quickly told the 
story of the circumstances leading up to this: the death of Allison's wealthy 
grandfather and the inheritance giving Allison control of the company stock, but 
only if she remained nude for the next year. 

Katie listened in amazement to the story then threw her head back in laughter. 
"That's the craziest thing I've ever heard! Is it really true?"

"Yes, " Sarah nodded. 

Katie let out a squeal and then jumped onto Allison's bed where she was still 
laying face down. "You're going to be rich, girlfriend!" Katie gave Allison's 
bare butt a smack with her hand and Allison sat up in the bed like she'd been 
zapped by an electric current. Katie laughed again and then began relentlessly 
tickling Allison. "Stop it!" Allison shouted, but couldn't help but giggle as 
the tickling increased. 

"You're going to need a number one assistant when you become a rich bitch and I 
won't stop until you give me the job, " Katie teased. 

"Okay, okay. Just stop!" They were both laughing by now and Sarah joined in as 
well. Allison's roommate was a high-spirited, fun-loving girl and Sarah liked 
her. She believed being around someone like Katie was good for her sometimes 
too-serious daughter. 

Katie began peppering Allison with questions. "Are you going to go to class like 
this?"

Allison nodded. "I have to. "

"Really? Won't that be so bizarre to be sitting naked in class? Just like those 
naked-in-school dreams everyone has. "

Allison shivered at the thought. "More like a nightmare to me. "

"How in the heck did you convince the constipated geriatrics who run this place 
to let you do it?"

"My grandfather's will gives a large donation to the college if they let me. "

"Ah, that figures, " Katie replied. "They'd bend over and spread their cheeks for 
Lucifer himself if he gave them enough money. " Katie glanced at Allison's mom. 
"Sorry Mrs. Davis. "

"That's okay, Katie, " Sarah laughed. "You're probably right. "

"Oh, that reminds me, " Katie said as she jumped off of the bed to retrieve a 
letter from her desk. "The R. A. dropped this off for you yesterday. I didn't 
even open it and peak even though I wanted to, " she giggled. 

Allison looked at the envelope. It was from the Dean's office. She ripped it 
open and began to read. 

Dear Ms. Davis:

This is to confirm your status as a "clothing optional" student for the 
remainder of the semester as arranged by the Arthur Compton estate. This was 
allowed after long consideration only because the laws in this state protect 
nudity as a legitimate form of freedom of expression. It is to be understood 
that it is solely your decision to wear or not wear clothing while on campus and 
nudity is not required or encouraged by the college in any way. 

A memo has been distributed to the faculty informing them of the situation and 
they are to remind students about the college's sexual harassment policies and 
that sexual harassment in any form will not be tolerated. It is our hope that 
your clothing optional status will provide a minimum of distraction for you or 
other students during your remaining weeks before graduation. The college 
retains the right to revoke this status at any time if it deems it necessary to 
maintain a proper learning environment. 

If you have any questions feel free to stop by my office. 

Sincerely, 


Thomas Sanders
Dean, Wildwood College

Allison had almost been hoping that the letter would say that they had changed 
their mind and she wouldn't be allowed to go through with it. No such luck. She 
handed the letter to her mom who read it and then handed it on to an impatient 
Katie who was practically squirming in her chair waiting to find out what it 
said. 

"Well, honey, I guess that's it, " Sarah said. "You've got the go-ahead from the 
college. Last chance to back out. "

Allison sat numbly on the edge of the bed, resigned to her fate, the morale 
boost she'd gotten from Katie fading. "No, I've got to do it. "

Sarah sat down and gave her daughter a hug and then walked to the closet. 
Opening it she began to remove Allison's clothes. 

"What are you doing, Mom?"

"I'm going to take your clothes home with me, hon. You won't need them and 
there's no sense in leaving them here as a constant temptation. "

The idea of being separated from all of her clothing by more than an hour's 
drive sent a chill through Allison. What her mom said made perfect sense but it 
still took away yet another layer of comfort in at least knowing that her 
clothes were nearby. 

"Okay. I guess you're right. "

"Let me help, " Katie said brightly and jumped up to help in the packing as 
though her roommate were off on an exciting new adventure. Allison sat on the 
bed and watched in miserable silence as her clothes disappeared into suitcases 
and boxes. 

Wildwood College

The news spread like wildfire across the campus of Wildwood College. Allison 
Davis had been seen walking around campus in the nude. Naked. Au naturel. In the 
buff. The amazing news was treated with skepticism even though those spreading 
the story had sworn they had seen it with their own eyes or had heard it from 
reliable witnesses. Wildwood was a small private university of about 2500 
students, small enough that most students knew each other by sight if not always 
by name. Allison Davis was very well known around campus, though; she'd been an 
object of desire by most of the male population (and some of the females) for 
the past four years. 

A very naked Allison sat in her Advanced Ecosystems class waiting for it to 
begin, her cheeks aflame. The walk to class had been a humiliating nightmare. 
The sight of a girl wearing nothing but a look of embarrassment had led to 
stares, whistles, hoots, leers, shock, laughter, and every other type of 
reaction imaginable. It'd been all Allison could do to keep from running back to 
the dorm, but somehow she'd managed to keep placing one foot ahead of the other, eyes glued to the ground in front of her. 

The classroom provided no refuge for Allison either. It was a relatively small 
class, only about 20 students. Environmental Science wasn't one of the more 
popular majors. There wasn't a lot of money in a career spent trying to protect 
the environment, but those who did choose the major were generally a close-knit 
group. Being surrounded by friends and acquaintances was even worse for Allison 
than being ogled by strangers. She opened up the class textbook and stared at 
the words in front of her, hoping to disappear into her studies and wishing 
desperately that she could go back to being the same normal college girl she'd 
been just a few days ago. She could feel the stares of the other students 
burning into her. 


"Nice outfit, Allie, " she heard a girl named Dawn sitting next to her say. "It 
must not have taken you long to get ready for class, " she giggled. 

Allison opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out and she quickly turned 
back to her book. She heard another voice, this time from the other direction. 

"What in the hell are you doing Allison?" she heard her friend Melissa whisper. 
"Are you insane?"

Allison tried once again to speak but her voice had deserted her. She stared 
down at the book desperately trying to hold back the sobs. She took a deep 
breath and quickly wiped her eyes. If it had been Arthur Compton's desire to 
humiliate his granddaughter his plan was already working beautifully. Allison 
was an emotional wreck. 

At that moment the professor, Wilma Jackson, a 45-year old African-American 
woman, walked into the room. She stared at Allison for a moment then began to 
speak. 

"I've been given a memo by the faculty concerning the 'clothing optional' status 
of our very own Ms. Allison Davis. I have absolutely no idea why this is being 
allowed but it's my job to remind you of the university's sexual harassment 
policies. I'll keep it simple: you can look but don't touch and watch what you 
say. Is this understood?" The class nodded their heads in unison with the 
exception of Allison who was still staring down blankly at her textbook. "Now I 
just want to say, Allison, that I don't like this at all and I hope there's a 
damn good reason for this. " Allison nodded numbly unable to meet her teacher's 
eyes. Professor Jackson was one of her favorite teachers and the tone of 
disapproval in her voice stung. At that moment the naked co-ed just wanted to 
find some hole to crawl into and hide. "Very well then, we'll continue but I 
will not allow this to be a distraction, is that understood? That means 
everyone. " The class once again nodded and Professor Jackson began her lecture. 

The words were a meaningless jumble to Allison. This was a subject she loved and 
was passionate about but her mind couldn't get around anything but her own 
nudity. From the furtive glances directed her way it was obvious that others 
were having the same problem. Ms. Jackson's lecture came to an abrupt halt. 

"Allison, please come up here. "

Allison was mortified. "C-come up to the front?"

"Yes, please. We're going to have a little session of Show and Tell. We're going 
to give you a good chance to show the class that body of yours that you are so 
determined to put on display and we'll let you tell us exactly why you're doing 
this and why I should put up with this bullshit. "

Allison slowly got up and timidly walked to the front of the small classroom. 
Her head was spinning and for a moment she was afraid she was going to faint. 
She walked up to Ms. Jackson and stood in front of her. 

"Turn around Allison and start talking. I have no doubt you'll have the class's 
undivided attention. "

Allison was trembling and could feel the eyes of the class boring into her, 
roaming up and down her body. She opened her mouth several times to speak but 
the words wouldn't come. Finally the sobs came and she broke down into the tears 
she had been so desperately trying to hold back. The anger that Wilma Jackson 
had been feeling about the situation evaporated at the sight of the distressed 
girl and she put her arms around Allison in an effort to console her. She let 
Allison cry herself out and didn't speak again until the tears had finally 
subsided. 

"Are you alright, Allison, " she said softly. 

Allison nodded. The cry was exactly what she needed and was starting to regain 
her composure. 

"I'm sorry I was so hard on you but I'm not happy about this whole thing and I 
would like some kind of explanation. It's obvious that you don't want to be 
doing this. "

Allison shook her head. She took a deep breath, wiped her eyes, and began 
telling the story of all that had happened to her over the previous weekend. Her 
voice was soft and slow at first but the words began tumbling out faster and 
faster as she described the details of the bizarre inheritance requirements of 
Arthur Compton's will. The class listened in rapt attention as she described how 
five million dollars would go to the hated anti-environmentalist Hale Foundation 
if she faltered and her plans for reigning in the destructive environmental 
practices of the notorious Compton Enterprises if she could gain control of it. 
The students in her class were all Environmental Science majors like her so she 
was preaching to the choir when it came to the subject of saving the 
environment. When she finally finished the class erupted in applause and she 
could hear Melissa shout "You go, girl!" from the back of the class. Allison 
flashed a brief smile for the first time since entering the classroom. The 
questions now came fast and furious from her classmates and she answered them as best she could. Wilma Jackson remained silent through all of this but finally 
spoke. 

"Thank you Allison. You may sit down now. "

Allison glanced over at her teacher and saw that the anger and disapproval were 
gone from her eyes. She walked quickly back to her desk and sat down. 

Professor Jackson walked over to her desk and leaned back against it. "That was 
an amazing story, Allison. I think it's disgusting that an old man would try to 
force his granddaughter into this but I admire your courage. "

Wilma Jackson continued talking as she walked to the center of the room and 
faced the class. "You know my mother marched in Selma, Alabama during the civil 
rights movement in 1965. The first march was on a Sunday and they were attacked 
by state troopers with tear gas and clubs. Six days later she marched again. I 
asked her years later why she did it. She told me, 'I didn't want to do it. I 
was deathly afraid, but I had no choice, it was something I had to do. ' "

Ms. Jackson stopped for a moment and looked at Allison. "Now Allison I'm not 
going to compare what you're doing with what my mother had to face but I will 
say that it takes courage to do this. I just hope that your motives are pure and 
you follow through with your plans once you gain control of Compton's company. 
If you can do that you will emerge from this with your pride intact. "

Allison nodded, grateful for the support that her teacher was showing her. 

"Now class, it's time to get back to work. Eyes front!"

The Cafeteria

The clouds that had threatened rain all morning were dissipating and blue sky 
could now be seen above the small campus as the sun broke free. The goosebumps 
that covered Allison's bare skin earlier had disappeared and the sun caressed 
her body as she walked across campus to meet her friends Katie and Melissa at 
the cafeteria. Allison had begged Katie to bring her lunch to the dorm room but 
Katie had insisted that she needed to get used to being naked in public if she 
was going to make it through the year. Allison knew she was right, of course, 
but that didn't make it any easier. She was wondering if it was possible to ever 
get used to people staring at her nude body. 

"Hey, you naked rich bitch!" she heard Katie yell and could see her waving from 
outside the front of the cafeteria. Melissa was standing next to Katie looking 
almost as embarrassed as Allison about the whole situation. 

Melissa was a small, petite girl with short dark hair, a strikingly pretty oval 
face, and dark brown eyes. She'd shown up at Wildwood several years earlier as a 
shy, awkward, nerdish girl with absolutely no fashion or makeup sense. As a 
fellow Environmental Science major, Allison had taken her under her wing and 
taught her how to dress, how to put on makeup, helped her with her hair, and 
convinced her to lose the glasses in favor of contact lenses. And just like all 
those corny movies where a plain Jane is transformed into a campus queen, 
Melissa had gone from being a mousy little girl that no one noticed to a sweet, 
pretty little thing who turned heads. She was starting to come out of her shell 
socially as well, but a trace of shyness still remained. 

As Allison approached she could see Katie, who had never had a shyness problem, 
staring straight at her breasts. 

"Those are quite the high beams you got going there, girlfriend, " Katie said. 
Allison looked down in embarrassment at her hard nipples. "I guess this public 
nudity thing is a turn-on for you, huh?"

No, " Allison said, but she knew it wasn't the truth. She had been in a 
heightened state of arousal for most of the day and was afraid, as she felt the 
hungry eyes feasting on her body, that she might even come at some point. She'd 
been trying to fight off the feelings of arousal all day with only limited 
success. 

"That's not what it looks like to me, " Katie laughed and reached out and gave 
each of Allison's nipples a quick tug. 

"Katie!" Allison exclaimed and recoiled in horror. She looked around praying 
that no one had been watching. "Dammit Katie, if you're going to keep trying to 
embarrass me even more than I already am I'm going to go back to the dorm!"

"God, you're such a pervert, Katie, " Melissa said. . 

Katie laughed again. "Okay, okay, I'll be nice. Let's go get some grub. "

Allison took a deep breath. "Okay, let's go. "

The three co-eds walked into the cafeteria and the whistles and catcalls began 
the moment they came into sight of the crowded tables. The girls got their food 
and sat down at a small table. Allison's face was beet red and she muttered 
under her breath, "God, I hate this shit. "

"Screw 'em, " Katie said. "They all just want your killer bod, girl. If I looked 
like you I'd never wear clothes anyway. They wouldn't have to bribe me to go 
naked. "

Melissa giggled. "Your body's fine. You're all talk Katie. You'd never go 
naked. "

Katie shot a quick angry look at Melissa. "You don't think I'd do it? I'll go to 
class naked. Just watch. I just need to lose 10 pounds first. "

"Melissa's right, Katie, " Allison said. "Your body's fine. And trust me, you 
don't want to go to class naked. It's not all it's cracked up to be. "

"No, I'll do it. I just need to lose a little weight first. I'll start on my 
diet today so I can do it before the end of the year. "

"Yeah, right. " Melissa rolled her eyes. 

"You want to make a little bet, Melissa?" Katie's eyes flashed as she spoke. 

"Maybe. Let's hear it. 

"

"If I lose 10 pounds before the end of the year then I'll go to class naked. If 
I do then you have to get naked, too. 

"I'm not going to class naked, " Melissa said. "No freaking way. Anyway there's 
only a month left in the semester so you'll never lose 10 pounds. "

"I've done it before in a month. "

"Okay, if you do then I definitely want to see you go to class naked. That'd be 
a riot. But there's no way I'll go to class naked. "

"Okay, then I'll think up something else for you to do, but you'll definitely 
have to get naked in public. "

"I'm not going to agree to a bet until I know what I'll have to do. You're too 
nutty to trust, " Melissa said. 

"Oh, I'll think of something for you to do. . . "

Katie was interrupted by a shadow crossing the table and the three girls looked 
up to see Tom Anderson, Allison's ex-boyfriend. Tom was a tall, lanky jock who 
was the top pitcher on the school's baseball team. 

"Real nice, Allison, " Tom said. "I didn't realize you were the exhibitionist 
type. If I'd known that I'd have had some nice games for you to play. "

Allison started to open her mouth to speak but Katie, as usual, beat her to the 
punch. "She's just showing everyone what you're not getting any more, Tommy 
Boy. "

Tom turned his attention to Katie. "No, Katie, I think she's just showing 
everyone that she's almost as big a 'ho' as you are. "

"A ho! You're the one who cheated on her, you freak!" Katie responded. "And I 
noticed you're the only guy in the place without a bulge in his pants. Or are 
you such a pencil dick that no one would notice if you did get it up?"

"Katie!" Allison spoke up. "Let me talk to him for a minute please. "

"Katie letting someone else talk? That would be a fucking day to remember, " Tom 
sneered. 

"What do you want, Tom?" Allison asked. "If you've come over here to harass me 
I'm not in the mood for it. "

"I just want to find out what the hell you're doing by strutting around naked. 
Do you realize how embarrassing this is for me?"

"Embarrassing for you!" Allison exclaimed. "How could this possibly be more 
embarrassing for you than it is for me?"

"You ought to hear what people are saying about you, Allison. They're talking 
about your tits and your ass and your pussy and asking me what it was like to 
fuck you. "

"Oh, and you think that's embarrassing for you, Tom? How in the hell do you 
think I feel about that? I'm the one that everyone's talking about. " Allison 
could see the people at the tables surrounding them were all staring intently at 
the conversation but she was too wound up to stop. 

"You know Tom, the reason I broke up with you wasn't just because I found out 
you had been cheating on me. That just finally opened my eyes to the fact that 
you're a selfish, self-centered jerk. "

"At least I'm not a naked slut who'll flaunt her body for anyone to see. "

Katie couldn't keep quiet any longer. "Yeah, and that naked slut will be able to 
buy and sell you by this time next year. So I hope you remember that when you're 
playing for some crappy minor league team for poverty wages and trying to hump 
pool hall skanks. "

"You two bitches deserve each other, " Tom said. "I wouldn't be surprised if 
you've been munching on Allison's carpet, Katie. The only one here who has 
anything going on at all is Melissa. "

Melissa had been quietly taking in the whole exchange but she now picked up the 
plastic ketchup container sitting on the table, pointed it at Tom, and squirted 
the red sauce all over the front of his shirt and pants. 

Tom stepped back in surprise and looked down at the mess. He could hear laughter 
coming from the adjoining tables around him. "God damn you bitches are all 
crazy!" he shouted and turned and walked away from the table in a fury. Allison 
and Katie both looked at each other and then at the quiet Melissa and burst out 
laughing. The three friends exchanged high fives. 

Katie grabbed her glass of diet cola and held it up for a toast. "May we all 
live in interesting times. " The three girls clinked their glasses together in 
toast. 

"Interesting isn't the word for it, " Allison said and laughed in spite of 
herself. 

The End of a Long Day

The dorms at Wildwood College were typical college housing facilities for the 
most part but one feature that the students loved was that each room had a small 
balcony with iron railings (except for the ground floor of course). These 
balconies were often the site of late night drinking, barbecues, and even the 
occasional bout of lovemaking under the early morning moon. 

Allison poured herself a glass of wine and stepped onto the deck just outside 
her third floor room. Katie was out with her boyfriend and Allison had the place 
to herself. Sitting down on one of the folding deck chairs that the two of them 
had bought together she surveyed the sky above her. The horizon was painted with 
a brilliant orange glow as the sun sank beyond the edges of the world. The 
spring air was comfortable with just a hint of crispness to it – enough to bring 
up slight goosebumps on Allison's bare skin. The campus spread itself out below 
her. It was a beautiful wooded oasis on the edge of the noise and concrete of 
the city. In the distance a jet was rising into the sky racing toward an unknown 
destination. Allison took a sip of the wine and closed her eyes, trying to force 
her mind into a quietness she had not known all day. The sunset, the wine, and 
the quiet meditation finally had their effect and she opened her eyes to a 
measure of calmness. 

Allison laughed quietly. A few days ago she never would have dreamed of sitting 
out here in the nude. Now this little area above the campus felt like a 
sanctuary even though prying eyes would still be able to see her. Allison was a 
little surprised by the depth of her calmness after being in such a heightened 
state of anxiety, embarrassment, and arousal during the day. Perhaps this 
experience is taking my emotions to a deeper level than I've ever experienced, 
she thought to herself. The experiences of the day spooled through her mind and 
she knew she would never forget them. This was a day that would be permanently 
branded into her brain. The crazy thing was that there were more like this to 
come. Many more. Another sip of wine sent a feeling of warmth and relaxation 
through her body. 

Allison felt a strange sort of pride. This had been the hardest day of her life 
and she'd survived it. She thought about her grandmother Rebecca and how she had 
gone through the "games" that Arthur Compton had forced on her and still managed 
to keep her pride intact. Allison promised herself that she would find out more 
about Rebecca from her mother. Allison poured herself another glass of wine and 
put on a Mindy Smith CD. As the music wafted out onto the balcony she watched 
the orange glow slowly turn to black and the dancing stars came out to play in 
the night sky. After the last drops of wine were drained and the chill of the 
spring air became a bit too much for her, Allison finally stood and walked back 
into her dorm room. On the calendar over her desk she put an X through the date, 
the fourth day to be crossed out. 361 days to go. Allison turned off the light 
and let sleep take her away from this strange day and forward into an even 
stranger future. 

Chapter 4

The Offer

"I've got a package, " the nude co-ed said quietly, handing a yellow slip to the 
woman in the campus post office window. The dour woman flashed a disapproving 
look before disappearing to retrieve the package. "Take your time, " a male voice 
called out from behind her. "This is one line I don't mind waiting in. " Allison 
Davis reddened slightly but kept her back to the laughter. A manila envelope 
slid across the counter and she saw her mom's name and return address on it. 
Allison placed the package on top of the schoolbooks tucked under her arm and 
avoided eye contact with the others in line as she padded past them and out the 
door. There was a slight chill in the morning air as the sun wrestled with the 
clouds for control of the sky. Tiny goosebumps appeared on her skin and her 
nipples hardened slightly. The fluctuations in temperatures of late spring 
weather was one of the things Allison had been learning to deal with in the two 
weeks since her life had been turned upside down by the reading of her 
grandfather's will. 

Allison avoided the rough, scraping surface of the sidewalk staying on the 
softer grass instead as she made her way across campus towards her dorm. As she 
passed the unoccupied school baseball diamond the sun broke free, its warming 
rays feeling wonderful on her bare skin. Allison decided to take a seat in the 
empty wooden bleachers to read her mail in the open air - something she probably 
couldn't have done even a few days ago when she spent every minute not in class 
or at meals hiding in her room. Carefully ripping open the edge of the manila 
envelope she peered inside seeing a book and a folded letter. She extracted the 
letter and began to read:

Dear Allie, 

You said you wanted to find out more about your grandmother Rebecca so I'm 
enclosing her private diary that was given to me after her death. I've never 
shown it to anyone so please keep it private, hon. 

Every day is one day closer to your goal, sweetheart. Be strong, Allie. 

Love, 

Mom

Allison removed the hard cover book and began thumbing through its handwritten 
pages. She was interrupted by a familiar voice. 

"When does the game start?"

Allison turned to the sound of the voice and saw her sleazy Uncle Tony standing 
nearby, a smug grin on his face. 


"Tony! What the hell are you doing here?"

Tony Compton slid next to Allison and placed an arm around her shoulders giving 
them a squeeze. "I'm just here to visit my favorite niece, " he said. 

Allison recoiled at his touch and slid away. "I'm your only niece, Tony. "

"All the more reason to stop by for a visit, " he grinned, unfazed by her 
rejection. 

"If you're here to see if I've broken the terms of the will. . . I haven't. "

Tony shrugged. "Not yet anyway. " He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. 
"Mind if I smoke?"

"Yes, I do mind. "

He stood up and walked a few steps away from the stands and leaned against the 
chain-link fence that bordered the field. "Okay, I'll smoke over here then, " he 
said as he removed a cigarette from the pack and fired it up. Tony's eyes 
remained hidden behind his designer sunglasses but Allison had no doubts about 
where those eyes were roaming. Despite wearing expensively tailored clothes Tony 
always looked slightly disheveled to her, as if the clothes were rejecting the 
wearer. Like his expensive suits, Tony tried to wear an aura of power that never 
quite fit him. Tony's father, Arthur Compton, had been very different. The sense 
of wealth and power, with a hint of danger just beneath the surface, had been an 
innate part of the man that came as naturally to him as breathing. Tony's 
attempts to emulate his father came off as a slightly pathetic affectation. The 
son was not the father. 

Tony spoke again. "I've got to hand it to you, Allison, I sure as hell didn't 
think you'd make it this far. You've got balls. "

"I take it you mean that in the figurative sense?"

"I mean it in the sense that you've got balls. "

Allison was becoming impatient. "Is there some point to this visit, Tony?"

Tony looked at his beautiful, young niece. "Yeah, there's a point. I've decided 
to save you from further embarrassment. "

"Who says I'm embarrassed?"

Tony laughed. "I've had you watched since you got back here. You're not exactly 
the exhibitionist type are you?"

Allison sat silently for a moment wondering who'd been spying on her. Had Tony 
bought off some of her fellow students? Her professors? Her friends? It doesn't 
matter, she thought, I haven't cheated. "Whether I like it or not is irrelevant, 
Tony. It only matters if I comply with the terms of the will, and I have. "

Tony shrugged. "You're right, it doesn't matter. You're not going to make the 
full year whether you get a kick out of showing off or not. "

"You don't think so?" Allison's anger began to flare. "Don't underestimate me, 
Tony. "

"And don't you fucking underestimate me either, Allison, " Tony snapped back. 
"You'll be off this little wooded oasis soon and in my world. " Tony took another 
drag off his cigarette, expelling the smoke into the crisp morning air. "You 
remember when Mariana Perez said that you'd get assignments from someone in the company once you joined the firm?" Allison nodded. "Well, niece, that person 
will be me. "

Allison was a little stunned by this revelation. She knew that the terms of the 
will required her to work for Compton Enterprises after her graduation - in the 
nude, of course - and that she would be given assignments by someone in the 
company, but the idea that her Uncle Tony would be the one with direct control 
over those assignments was unsettling. It only makes too much sense though, she 
thought, scolding herself for not having seen it earlier. Of course Arthur 
Compton would leave this for his son Tony. This was a battle between the two of 
them for control of his company after all. She also had no doubt that her late 
grandfather would have gotten a perverse pleasure out of this scenario. 

Allison tried to pretend that this revelation made no difference to her. "So 
what?"

"That's what I like about you, Allison. You've got that never-say-die, can-do 
spirit!" he said. 

"Cut out the sarcasm, Tony. Are you here for anything other than trying to 
intimidate me?"

"I'm not here to intimidate you, Allie. Hell, you're family, even though I try 
to forget that when I look at your world class tits. "

"Fuck off, Tony. " Allison stood up to leave. 

"Whoa, I don't think I've ever heard you say the F-word before, " he said. 
Allison began to retrieve her schoolbooks and her mother's package. "I guess you 
don't want to hear my offer then. "

Allison stopped and looked at him. "Offer?"

Tony grinned. "I thought you might want to hear it. " He tossed his cigarette on 
the ground, grinding it out with his heel. 

"I'll listen but it had better be good, " Allison said, sitting back down on the 
bench. 

"I think it is but you decide. " Tony fixed his icy blue eyes on her and began. 
"First thing I'm gonna do is make sure your parents are taken care of. Your mom 
is my sister so it's only right. I'll pay off all of their debts, including 
their mortgage. Hell, I'll even toss your deadbeat Dad some construction jobs to 
get him back on his feet. "

"I can do all that and a whole lot more in less than a year, Tony. And my Dad is 
no deadbeat - he's worked harder in his life than you ever will. "

Tony shrugged and continued. "Second, I'll offer you a job. You want Compton 
Enterprises to do more to protect the environment? Done deal. I'll make you our 
Director of Environmental Protection. You'll get paid the same wages as our 
other directors, which is damn good for a girl just out of college. You can even 
wear clothes to work if you want, " he smirked, "although I won't object if you 
don't. "

"And then you'll fire me the first chance you get. Sorry, but I don't trust you 
as far as I can throw you. "

"No? That hurts, Allison, it really does, " Tony said with a mock hurt in his 
voice. "I'm trying to help you out here. But just to reassure you that my 
intentions are pure I've put all of this into a contract. It even includes some 
job protection guarantees. You can have your lawyer look at it if you want. "

Allison thought about this for a moment and had to admit that the offer was 
tempting. But then any offer that allowed her to put her clothes on, to be a 
normal human being again, would sound tempting. "Is that it?" she asked. 

"That's it, that's the offer. Take it or leave it. "

"And if I leave it?"

"Then, Allie, you'll have a very interesting year, I can promise you that. "

"You must be getting nervous if you're offering to buy me off already, " she 
said. 

"Nervous?" he laughed. "Trust me, with what I have planned for you I'm not 
nervous at all. I think it would be fun. "

"Then why the offer?"

"Because I want to get rid of my title as Interim CEO and start moving ahead 
with my plans. Having to deal with this bullshit is just a distraction for both 
me and the company. Dad wanted to get his kicks and have you parade around naked 
for awhile. He got his last wish so now it's time to put this crap behind us and 
move on. It's time for me to start doing the job I was trained for. "

"I suppose this Environmental Protection job is just a sham, huh? I won't have 
any real power. "

"Not necessarily. I'm not going to dismantle the company to save a few goddamn 
spotted owls or anything but Compton Enterprises does have a bad rep. It won't 
hurt to have someone like you who knows how to deal with environmental groups. "

"So you want me to be an environmental P. R. spin artist? No thanks. "

"You'll have the chance to make it more than that if you think you're capable, " 
Tony said. 

"But you'll have the final say on any policy changes, right?"

"Yep, it's going to be my company. "

"And if I can stay nude for the entire year it will be my company and I'll be 
the one making those decisions, Tony. "

"That's right, but if you don't make it - and you won't - you and your parents 
will get nothing. That's the gamble, babe. The offer comes off the table in 48 
hours. "

"I'll need to see the contract before I can even begin to think about it, " 
Allison said. 

Tony opened up a leather case he'd brought with him and pulled out a neatly 
typed and stapled document, handing it to Allison. "I can have a copy delivered 
to your lawyer and another to your parents within the hour if you want. " Allison 
thumbed through the legalese briefly and nodded her head. "Okay, " Tony said. 
"It'll be done. "

"Why only 48 hours?"

"Because I want to light a fire under your pretty little ass and get this thing 
done so we can both get on with our lives. This isn't a negotiation either, 
college girl, in case you or your lawyer comes up with the bright idea of a 
counter-offer. This is the only deal you're ever going to be offered. If you 
turn it down you won't get another. "

The Storm

Allison stood on her 3rd floor dorm balcony watching the lightning in the 
distance rip through the evening sky. The early morning coolness had given way 
to rising temperatures in the afternoon as a warm front passed through the area 
dragging the first thunderstorm of the season behind it. The warm night breeze 
caressed her bare skin as she drank in the beauty and power of nature. For the 
first time since shedding her clothing her condition felt natural; it felt 
right. It's good to be naked on a night like this, she thought to herself as 
flashes of light danced across the sky, delighting her. 

The breeze began to freshen and the rolls of thunder grew louder, the flashes of 
lightning more frequent. The trees below began to bend as the edge of the storm 
reached the small college campus. When the rain began Allison let it pour over 
her body, cleansing her of the psychological filth she'd been wading through for 
the past two weeks. It was only when the violence of the center of the storm 
reached the campus that Allison reluctantly retreated into the room, dripping 
from the warm rain that had cascaded over her body. 

Allison toweled herself off as a thunderous boom rattled the windows and the 
room turned to blackness. She blindly made her way to her desk and fumbled 
through a drawer until her hand found the matches. Another crash filled the 
night as she lit a candle near her bed. The flickering flame provided the only 
light as she lay on her bed. 

The feelings of shame possessing her for the past two weeks were washed away 
now, at least temporarily, and replaced by a powerful feeling of sensuality. Her 
hands moved over her breasts, still beaded with moisture from the rain, and 
began teasing her nipples until they stood erect. Those hands began their 
journey south over her rising and falling stomach, caressing it in circular 
motions, then continued down her body. 

Allison gasped as her fingers reached their final destination. Her back arched 
and she began moving to the rhythm of the storm, the violent rain beating 
against the windows, her wet hair spilling across her face. She moved faster now 
as the room was illuminated by flashes of light streaming in through the 
windows. Allison and the storm reached their climax together in this strange 
dance and she let out a scream as the thunder boomed overhead one last time. 
With a final moan, Allison sank into her bed and listened quietly as the storm 
gradually faded away to the east. 

After the storm had finally disappeared like a lover into the night Allison sat 
up and saw the towel lying beside the bed in the flickering candlelight. She 
began slowly toweling her hair as memories of the day began flooding back. 

After her little meeting with Uncle Tony, Allison had only had time to drop off 
the contract and her grandmother's diary in the room before going off to classes 
for the day. The feeling of being nude in a college classroom was something she 
was never going to get used to and the past two weeks had been emotionally 
exhausting. After her classes had ended Allison started making phone calls. 

The first call she'd made was to her attorney and family friend, Bill Henderson. 
She wanted to make sure the contract was legit before wasting any time deciding 
whether to accept it or not. 

"Allison, the contract looks pretty solid from my first reading of it, " Bill had 
said. "There's some language I'd like to see tightened up and Tony Compton's 
lawyer would probably agree to that if you want to go ahead with it. But I think 
it legally backs up the promises he made to you. "

"So what should I do, Bill? Is it a good deal?"

"It depends on what you consider good. Compared to what you'd get in the 
inheritance, it's damn poor. But compared to the prospect of having to spend a 
year in the nude it might be a good deal from your perspective. It's really a 
judgment call on your part. "

"God, Bill, I'd do just about anything right now to end this if I can. This 
whole thing has been so humiliating and I really don't know if I can make it, 
especially if that jerk has control over me while I'm working for Compton 
Enterprises. "

"That's perfectly understandable, Allison. "

"So you think I should accept it?"

"Speaking as a lawyer, I'd say no. The claim that this is the best offer you're 
ever going to get is bullshit, in my opinion. The longer you last the better the 
offers will be. But as a friend I wouldn't blame you at all for taking it and 
ending this farce. "

"How is the legal challenge to the will going?" she asked. 

"I'm moving ahead with it as best I can but Arthur Compton's lawyers are 
stalling every step of the way. It'll be six months at minimum before we can get 
it to court. "

"Six months!"

"I'm afraid so, Allison. And, frankly, I'm not completely confident about our 
chances when we do get there. I've come up with some things I think might be 
effective in challenging the language in the will but it's not a slam dunk by 
any means. "

Allison's next call had been to her mother, Sarah. Allison could hear the 
disappointment in her mother's voice when she told her she was considering 
accepting the settlement. "But you've come this far already, are you willing to 
throw all that away?" her mom had asked. 

"It's only been two weeks and I'm already a nervous wreck!" Allison tried to 
choke back the tears. "God, Mom, it's been horrible, the eyes staring at me 
everywhere I go. It never stops. I hate it!"

Sarah was silent on the line for a moment before speaking. "I thought you were 
stronger than that, Allie. "

Allison was a little stunned by this. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I thought you were strong enough to beat your grandfather at his own 
game. "

"It's not a game, Mom, it's my life!"

"Of course it's your life and your choice, but if you take this offer you'll 
regret it for the rest of your life, hon. Do you really want to be Tony's little 
flunky? I'd give you six months before you quit in frustration. "

"Oh, and you think it would be easier to go to work naked every day for almost a 
year?"

"No, sweetheart, it would be a lot more difficult, but you'd at least have a 
finite time frame to deal with and a huge reward at the end. If you take the 
deal you'll be stuck working for Tony indefinitely with not much to show for 
it. "

Allison thought about this for a moment. "I don't know, Mom, I might really have 
a chance to do some good there in that environmental job he's offering. "

Sarah laughed derisively. "Do some good? What good do you think you'll be able 
to do in that job? Once Tony's in full control and you're under his thumb he'll 
crush you and strip you of any power you may have. Take the offer if you want, 
Allie, but don't be naive, please. You're smarter than that. "

"Naive?" Allison shrieked. "You try doing this! You try being naked in front of 
all your friends and teachers and strangers! You try living with everyone 
staring and leering at you all the time and making jokes behind your back! You 
come here and take my place for awhile, Mom, and then talk to me again about 
being naive and weak!"

There was a brief silence over the phone before Sarah responded quietly, "I 
would if I could, Allison. "

"Fuck you!" Allison shouted and then slammed down the phone, angry and 
frustrated over the lack of support from her mother. That greedy bitch doesn't 
give a damn what I'm going through, she thought to herself and then immediately 
felt guilty for the thought. She couldn't remember ever cursing at her mother 
before. Allison had paced the room like a caged animal waiting for the return 
call from her Mom apologizing and telling her it was okay to take the deal. The 
call had never come. 

Allison stared into the candlelight now trying to clear her mind and remove the 
stress that seemed to be a constant companion these days. Had it really been 
only been two weeks since she'd been a normal, happy college girl? It already 
seemed like it had been in another lifetime. 

In the corner of her eye she saw her grandmother's diary lying on the end table. 
She picked it up and began turning the pages. It was filled with clean, elegant 
handwriting and as she thumbed through it a photograph fell out onto the bed. 
Allison looked at it closely and saw a beautiful raven-haired woman of about 
nineteen with a melancholy smile on her face. Allison was stunned. She had no 
real memories of her grandmother and what few photos she'd seen of her had been 
taken later in her life. The young woman staring at her now could be her sister. 
The resemblance between Allison and her grandmother Rebecca was unmistakable. 

Rebecca's Diary

Allison began to read Rebecca's diary in the flickering candlelight. It told the 
story of a young girl who had lost her parents in a car wreck early in her life; 
of bouncing from foster home to foster home, from school to school, always the 
new kid in class, always the one wearing the plain, unstylish clothes, never the 
one invited to the parties. It revealed a quiet, introspective girl who dreamed 
of being a princess someday - someone who desperately wanted to be loved and 
adored by all those around her. It also revealed a girl who only slowly became 
aware of her growing beauty as her teenage years passed. 

Allison continued to read, fascinated by the life and thoughts of a woman she'd 
never really known. Rebecca had graduated from high school and then gone out 
into the world struggling to get by as best she could. She had been working as a 
waitress in a restaurant when she met a man named Arthur and the words she wrote sent a chill up Allison's spine:

There's a guy named Arthur who comes into the restaurant two or three times a 
week. I'm not sure what his last name is but he's a very good tipper and really 
good-looking. I think he's rich, not that that matters. Ha, ha, right. I've been 
teasing him that the name Arthur is too formal and stuffy for such a young man 
and I've been calling him Art or Artie. I don't think he likes those names, 
though, so I went back to calling him Arthur. Anyway, he asked me out today! Did 
I mention he was really good-looking? And rich? Ha, ha I guess I did. 

The almost giddy tone made Allison want to jump into the diary and warn Rebecca 
that there was a dark, manipulative side to this rich, good-looking young man. 
But she couldn't, of course, and she knew she never would have come into being 
without the union of these two people. Both her fate and Rebecca's were 
inevitably linked to Arthur Compton. 

Allison continued reading about Arthur's courtship of Rebecca. At first he'd 
been a perfect gentleman, lavishing gifts on the girl and taking her out to 
exclusive clubs and parties. It was a heady time for a young girl who'd grown up 
poor and had been shuffled around all her life. Allison read about the first 
time they had made love, how nervous Rebecca had been and how gentle Arthur had 
been with her. Rebecca fell in love. But even during those early days she'd been 
intuitive enough to sense there was more to him than he was revealing to her. 
She wrote: Arthur has never been anything but kind and charming around me but I 
get the feeling that he's not someone you'd want to cross. There's nothing I can 
really put my finger on, it's just the way that I see some people act around 
him, like they're a little bit intimidated by him. There's just this 
undercurrent in him - I guess that's what you'd call it - that makes you feel 
like he's in control of every situation. 


One day Arthur had taken Rebecca on a trip out of town and they were staying 
together in a hotel suite. After making love Arthur asked her if she would go 
down the hall for some ice. 

I got out of bed and started to put my robe on. You don't need the robe, Becky, 
he told me. I just laughed and put it on anyway and went out for the ice. I have 
to admit I was a little shocked by the suggestion. There's no way I'd ever walk 
out naked into a hotel hallway. 

When Rebecca returned to the room Arthur was unusually quiet. He didn't say 
anything about what had occurred but Rebecca could sense something had changed 
in their relationship somehow. After they'd gotten back home she didn't hear 
from him for a week. Then two weeks. Rebecca desperately tried to reach him but 
he didn't return her calls. She'd almost given up hope of seeing him again when 
the phone had rung a month later. 

"Meet me at The Arlington restaurant at eight tonight, Becky, " Arthur Compton 
had said. "We have something very important to talk about. "

Arthur and Rebecca

Rebecca followed the maitre 'd nervously through the upscale restaurant unsure 
of what kind of reception she'd be getting from Arthur. He hadn't told her over 
the phone what he wanted to talk about and their long separation had Rebecca 
expecting the worse. Her heart almost leapt out of her chest when she saw him 
sitting alone at the table. He smiled as he stood to greet her. "Hello, 
darling, " he said and lightly kissed her cheek. Rebecca could smell his familiar 
musky, masculine scent and she knew that his absence had made her want him more than ever. 

Rebecca settled down in the chair that had been pulled back for her by the 
maitre 'd. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked. 

"No thanks, I think we're fine for now, " Arthur said and the man returned to his 
podium leaving the two of them alone. Arthur pulled an uncorked bottle of wine 
from the wine bucket adjacent to the table and filled Rebecca's glass. "I hope 
you don't mind but I've ordered the wine and food in advance. "

"That's fine, " Rebecca said as a million questions ran through her mind. Was 
this a final farewell dinner before he dumped her? Were they getting back 
together? Why hadn't he returned her calls in over a month? Was there someone 
else? She resisted the urge to blurt out these questions and waited for him to 
initiate the conversation. 

Arthur held up his wine glass. "You look lovelier than ever, Rebecca. " She 
clinked her glass against his and felt the calming influence of the wine as it 
drained down her throat. They sat in silence for several minutes as Rebecca 
picked at the dinner salad that had been placed in front of her. 

"It's good to see you again, Arthur, " she said finally. "I didn't know if I ever 
would again. "

"Yes, " he replied. "I'm sorry about that, Rebecca. I had to do some thinking 
about our relationship and where I wanted to go with it. "

Rebecca felt a nervous chill crawl up her back. She noticed that he was calling 
her by her full name instead of shortening it to Becky like he normally did and 
wasn't really sure what that meant. "And what did you decide?" she asked, not at 
all sure she wanted to know the answer. 

A waiter appeared at the table before Arthur could answer and the half-eaten 
salad was removed and replaced by a covered entree. The waiter lifted the cover 
revealing the spaghetti alle vongole smothered with a sauce of baby clams, white 
wine, garlic and olive oil. . . her favorite. Arthur had ordered the roasted 
pheasant for himself. The two of them ate in silence at first and when they 
spoke again it was mostly small talk. What had she been doing since he'd last 
seen her? Not much, was her reply and that had been the truth. Without Arthur 
her life had returned to the dreary routine she'd known prior to meeting him. 
Had Arthur done anything special? Just taking care of business matters mainly, 
he told her. 

Rebecca knew better than to ask him about his business affairs; it was a subject 
he rarely talked about with her. She'd gotten the feeling early on that it might 
be best if she didn't know everything there was to know about how he made his 
money. It's not that she thought he was a gangster or a drug smuggler or 
anything, but she wasn't sure that all of his wealth had been acquired 
completely honestly either. He'd started from scratch and had become quite 
wealthy at a relatively young age. He was only ten years older but sometimes the 
gap between them seemed like decades to her. 

The two finished eating and the empty plates were removed. Arthur re-filled both 
of their wine glasses as Rebecca's unasked questions hung over the table. Arthur 
finally began to speak. "Rebecca, do you remember the last time we were together 
in that hotel?" Rebecca nodded. Of course she did. "What were your feelings when 
I asked you not to put on your robe when you were preparing to go down the hall 
to the ice machine?"

"I guess I thought you were joking, " Rebecca replied. 

"Would you have done it if you'd known that I wasn't joking?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. "

"Why not?"

"Someone might have seen me. "

"Would that have been so terrible?" he asked. 

Rebecca shifted nervously in her seat. "It would have been embarrassing. "

"Do you think it would have been exciting for you as well?" Arthur smiled at the 
wide-eyed look on her face. "Yes, I mean exciting in a sexual way. Do you think 
you might have become aroused by being naked in a public setting?"

"I don't know. Maybe. It would have made me very nervous. "

Arthur smiled again at her. "That's good, Rebecca. Being nervous and excited is 
very good. It makes you feel alive doesn't it?"

"Why are you asking me these things, Arthur?"

Arthur leaned in toward her as if letting her in on a secret. "Rebecca there are 
two things in my life that go beyond normal passions and hungers into the area 
of obsession. The first of those things is making money and gaining the power 
that having wealth brings. " Rebecca took a nervous sip of wine as she listened 
to him speak. "Do you know what my second obsession is, Rebecca?"

"Sex?"

"That's very important, yes, but I think my appetites fall within the norm in 
that regard. "

Rebecca didn't offer up any more guesses and waited for Arthur to continue. He 
fixed his gaze on her and spoke again. 

"Rebecca, I've had strong fantasies ever since I was a child. . . fantasies about 
public exhibitionism, about naked flesh in a public setting. No, not my own 
naked flesh. I don't find the male body particularly attractive, not even my 
own. But a beautiful nude female body revealed in a public setting. . . my god, 
there's an awesome power and excitement in that, especially if the woman is not 
entirely willing. "

Rebecca could feel her heart pounding in her chest and a nervous energy filled 
her body as the direction this conversation was heading became all too obvious 
to her. 

"You have to understand, Rebecca, that this is not a normal fantasy. . . it's 
something that permeates my dreams. The nervous excitement, energy, arousal, and 
humiliation of the exhibitionist is something I feed off of and derive power 
from. It's not something I want, Rebecca. , it's something I need. "

Rebecca stared down into her wine glass, avoiding Arthur's powerful gaze. "I. . I 
don't think I could ever do anything like that, " she stuttered. 

"Do you love me, Rebecca?" he asked. . 

"Yes. "

Arthur smiled. "That's good because I've come to realize that I'm in love with 
you as well. I realized it over the past month when I didn't see you. I couldn't 
stop thinking about you. "

Rebecca was thrilled by these words. 

Arthur continued. "One of the things I find most intoxicating about you is your 
innocence and lack of vanity. Those are rare qualities in a beautiful woman. "

Rebecca listened silently staring down into the wine glass, not sure what to say. 

"Rebecca, I've decided that I want to marry you. "

Rebecca looked up at Arthur stunned. She hadn't been expecting this at all. 

"You do?"

"Yes, I want that very much, Rebecca. There's only one thing standing in our 
way. " He leaned in very close to her now. "I need to exhibit your nude body to 
the world. I need to feel what you're feeling when you experience that, Rebecca. 
It's something I have to know that you'll do for me whenever I ask. "

Rebecca's head was spinning now. "Couldn't you just hire someone to do that for 
you?" she asked, a little shocked by her own suggestion. 

"You mean hookers or strippers? I'd get no satisfaction from women like that. I 
need someone who would find what I ask daring and exciting and frightening and 
even humiliating. I need someone like you, Rebecca. "

"I'm not sure exactly what you would want me to do, Arthur. Are you talking 
about going down the hall naked for ice or being naked in front of a lot of 
people?"

"Both. Sometimes I'll ask you to do things where you might not be seen at all 
and the thrill will come from the possibility of being seen. Other times there 
will be no question that people will see your nude body. "

"How often would you ask me to do these kinds of things?"

"Not often. It might be weeks or months at a time between experiences. It's 
important to me that you never become accustomed to doing it. You'll never know 
ahead of time when I'll ask and that will be part of the excitement of it. It 
could happen at any time and anywhere. "

"And what if I refused to do it?"

"I'd consider it a breach of our wedding vows and grounds for divorce. You 
wouldn't get much in the settlement either. I have very good lawyers. "

Rebecca sat stunned by all she was hearing, unable to speak. 

"Rebecca, I want to take care of you. I'll treat you like a princess. You'll 
have wealth and anything you want in this world. I'll deny you nothing. We'll 
raise a family together. I just need you to do this one thing for me. I can't 
marry you without the promise that you will. "

"I. . I don't know if I can. I don't know if I'm capable of doing the things 
you're asking. "

"There's one way to find out, Rebecca, " he said. 

"How?" She looked into his face but he didn't answer. He just leaned back in his 
chair and stared at her intensely. With a growing realization she began to 
understand what he was suggesting. Her eyes grew wide as she looked around the 
crowded restaurant. Every table was filled and there were more diners standing 
near the front waiting for a table. "Here?" she whispered in shock. 

Arthur Compton pulled a small box out of his pocket, opened it, and set it on 
the table in front of her. It was a diamond engagement ring and to Rebecca it 
was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. 

"Rebecca, there's a women's restroom at the back of the restaurant. I'd like you 
to go in there, freshen up, and think about everything I've said here. If you 
decide you can't go through with it then just return to the table and we'll 
leave. We'll both know at that point that it's not going to work out between us. "

Rebecca closed her eyes and could feel her head spinning knowing what he was 
going to say next. 

"But if you decide you do want to marry me, to live the life that I'm offering, 
then I want you to remove all of your clothes and put them in the trash can. 
Everything. Even your shoes. Leave your purse here at the table. If you return 
to the table in the nude then I'll know that you've accepted my conditions as 
part of our marriage contract. "

Rebecca's Decision

Rebecca shoved open the door to the women's restroom walking quickly to a sink. 
A woman applying make-up was the only other occupant. Rebecca turned on the cold water tap and began rubbing water over her face. "Are you alright, dear, " she 
heard the woman say. "You look ill. "

"I'm fine thanks, " Rebecca answered as she made her way into one of the stalls, 
latching it behind her. She stood leaning against the side of the stall, tears 
welling up in her eyes, a torrent of different emotions rushing through her. She 
heard footsteps, then the door opening and closing as the restroom turned 
silent. Rebecca began sobbing quietly, unsure what to do. 

The marriage proposal was a dream-come-true for her but the conditions attached 
to it were almost unthinkable. Could she possibly walk out nude into a crowded 
restaurant? And even if she did it could she possibly do that kind of thing over 
and over again? That might be the worst thing of all. . . not knowing when or where 
Arthur might ask her to take her clothes off. She'd be in a constant state of 
uneasiness! Rebecca wiped her eyes and tried to think it through logically. I'm 
only considering this because I love him, she thought to herself but knew 
immediately that wasn't completely true. She did love him but would she have 
ever considered doing this if Arthur had been some working class stiff 
struggling from paycheck to paycheck? She didn't think so. She'd never thought 
of herself as being particularly materialistic before but when you grow up poor 
and then get a taste of the other side of life it's hard to go back. Money 
matters, she thought, not wanting to lie to herself. Money always matters when 
you don't have any. 

Rebecca wiped her eyes and could feel her fingers trembling as they fumbled with 
the zipper behind her back. She slid her hands beneath the straps of her dress 
and pulled it down her body to the floor. She stepped out of it and looked down 
on it lying in a crumpled heap at her feet. That's my favorite dress and I'm 
going to throw it in the trash, she thought numbly, barely believing that she 
was actually going through with this. But he'll buy me another. Oh, he's going 
to buy me whole closets full of beautiful dresses for doing this, I'll make sure 
of that. 

Rebecca continued undressing until she held all of her clothes and shoes in a 
ball against her bare stomach. She unlatched the stall door and walked to the 
large white trash can in the corner. There was one last moment of doubt and 
hesitation before she shoved the lid open and jammed her clothes into it. 

As she turned toward the door she got a glimpse of herself in the mirror and the 
full shock of what she was doing hit her. She could feel a wave of panic and 
despair as she stared at her naked body in the mirror. Her face had turned a 
beet red and the unmistakable feelings of arousal were washing over her. Arthur 
was right about what I'd experience, she thought to herself. This is exactly 
what he wants. 

Rebecca stood at the restroom door for what seemed like an eternity, terrified 
of what she knew was in store for her beyond it. She breathed deeply trying to 
calm herself, half-expecting the door to open at any moment. "Oh, god, " she said 
quietly as she pulled the door open and stepped out into her new life. 

Rebecca heard a woman gasp as she walked past the tables of diners. The 
restaurant went eerily quiet and she could almost hear the sound of her own 
heart pounding. The room began to swim and for a moment she was afraid she might faint. Up ahead Arthur was staring at her, a greedy, hungry look in his eyes. 
She could feel him willing her onward toward the table and she obeyed putting 
one step in front of the other until she reached him. He grasped her in his arms 
and took her hand, sliding the diamond ring onto her finger. "You have no idea 
how happy you've made me here today, Rebecca. " Arthur said to her. "I'm so proud of you. " Rebecca could only nod her head weakly as her knees began to collapse. She felt Arthur lift her into his arms and carry her towards the door. 

Allison's Decision

The window drapes slid open sending the morning light beaming into Allison's 
face and she blinked awake to see her roommate Katie standing above her. 

"Wakey-wakey, nakie Allie, " she heard Katie say in a sing-song voice. "Time for 
another glorious day of indoctrination and brainwashing. "

Allison glanced over at the alarm clock next her bed and saw the red blinking 
12:00. "Shit, what time is it?"

"About eight, " Katie responded. 

Allison sat up groggily. "I see the power's back on. "

"Nothing escapes your uncanny powers of observation, girlfriend. "

"Shut up, " Allison giggled. 

"You going to breakfast this morning?" Katie asked. 

"Naw, I don't think I have time. My first class is at nine. I'm just going to 
hit the showers and maybe grab a cup of coffee. "

"Yeah, I can see how you wouldn't have time for breakfast what with having to 
decide which clothes you're not going to wear and all. "

Allison laughed. "Yep, that's a real time consumer. "

The two girls shuffled down the hallway toward the women's showers, Katie in her 
bathrobe and Allison in her birthday suit. Allison saw a couple of guys down the 
hallway gawking at her. She felt a little annoyed but let it pass. Why wouldn't 
they gawk?

The shower room was empty and the two girls selected showers next to each other 
and began adjusting the water temperature to their individual suiting. Allison 
stepped under the hot water and recalled the sensuous feeling of standing nude 
in the storm the previous night. 

"Nasty storm last night, huh?" she heard Katie say. 

"Wonderful storm, " she replied with a smile as she rubbed the soap across her 
breasts. Her thoughts continued on to Rebecca's diary and that suddenly reminded 
her of her uncle's visit. The warm feelings quickly faded away. 

"Katie, my Uncle Tony showed up yesterday. "

"Yeah? What'd that sleazeball want?"

"He offered me a deal. "

Katie stopped soaping herself and looked over at Allison suspiciously. "What 
kind of deal?"

Allison explained the terms of the offer. "That deal sucks! You didn't take it 
did you?"

Allison shook her head. "I was considering it, though. "

"Well don't. You've gotta become a rich bitch and make me your number one 
assistant. We have a deal. "

"I said I was considering it. Past tense. I'm not anymore, " she said realizing 
for the first time that she'd made up her mind. 

"Whew, that's good, " Katie said. "Just curious why not, though. "

"I was reading my grandmother Rebecca's diary last night. I guess it just 
reinforced how cruel my grandfather was. " She told Katie the story about the 
night Arthur proposed to her. 

Katie shook her head. "God, your grandfather was a major perv, wasn't he?"

"Yes, that's why I have to keep going with this. I'm going to make him pay for 
how he treated Rebecca even if it's posthumously. "

"Jeez, I thought my family was screwed up. Your family makes the one on Dynasty 
look like the Cleavers. "

Allison laughed. "Well at least I turned out pure of heart and mind. "

"And naked of body, " Katie added. 

The two girls finished their showers and returned to the room. As Allison 
toweled her hair she decided to get the unpleasant task of calling Tony over 
with. Picking up the phone she dialed his number. 

"Hello. "

"Tony, it's Allison. I'm calling you with my decision on your offer. "

"Okay, go ahead. "

"The answer is no, Tony. No deal. "

There was silence on the other end for a few moments before the response came. 
"Then let the games begin, " Tony said, and the line clicked dead. Allison 
breathed deeply as she hung up the phone, both relieved that she'd made the 
decision and terrified about the future. The nightmare was going to continue. 
She sat down on the bed and ran the brush nervously through her hair as she 
watched Katie getting dressed and applying makeup. Not having to worry about 
clothes or makeup really does save time, she thought as she waited for her 
roomie to finish up. She saw the photograph of Rebecca lying on her bedstand. 

"Do you want to see a picture of my grandmother, Katie?"

"Sure. "

Allison handed the photograph to Katie. 

"God, you look a lot like her, " Katie said as she examined it. "No wonder the 
old creep wanted to get you naked. You reminded him of her. You don't have to be 
Psych major to figure that shit out. "

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. "


Katie handed the picture back to Allison. "It's kinda strange, though, that he 
waited until after he died to do it, huh? It seems to me like the old nut 
would've wanted a ringside seat for this. "

"I guess he didn't want to give up control of his company until he knew he was 
going to die and by then it was too late, " Allison replied. She had thought 
about what Katie had said herself and that was the answer she'd come up with. 
The question did bother her, though. Why would Arthur Compton come up with such an elaborate scheme for her if he wouldn't be around to get his kicks from it? 
She never would understand what had gone on inside that man's mind, she decided. 

"Okay, I'm ready, " Katie said finally and Allison grabbed her books and headed 
for the door as the phone began ringing. Allison hesitated for a moment trying 
to decide whether or not to let it go to voice mail. She put her books down and 
picked it up. 

"Hello, is this Allison Davis?" she heard an unfamiliar woman's voice say. 

"Yes. "

"Hello, Allison this is Tamara Brand from Channel Five Live Action News. We've 
gotten an interesting report about you and your clothing-optional situation at 
Wildwood College and were wondering if I could bring a camera crew by this 
afternoon for an interview. "

Allison gasped. "A. . an interview? For TV? No, I couldn't, " she stammered. 

"Ms. Davis, we're planning on doing a story about you with or without your 
cooperation. It really would be to your benefit to talk to us. "

Allison began to shake. Tony's last words echoed through her mind. 

Let the games begin. 

Rebecca's Diary

Allison sat in her dorm room trying to focus on the textbook in front of her, 
but it was a futile effort as thoughts of her upcoming interview with the TV 
news reporter kept intruding. She finally gave up trying to study and looked at 
the clock. Still another hour before she was scheduled to meet with Tamara Brand 
and the thought of being in the news filled her with both dread and a tingling 
sense of anticipation. With a restless sense of energy she began pacing the 
room, feeling trapped in it but unwilling to leave the room just yet to expose 
her naked flesh once again to the world. Her eyes rested on her grandmother's 
diary and she picked it up and turned to the page where she had left off. 

Allison had begun to feel a close sense of connection to the grandmother she had 
never known and her words helped comfort her in a way. She felt a kinship now 
with Rebecca that went beyond just the family ties – they both shared the same 
decision to submit to forced exhibitionism at the hands of Arthur Compton and 
all the humiliations, experiences, and emotions that decision would bring. 


Her grandmother had written in great detail about her experiences and emotions 
and as Allison read the diary she was once again transported from her dorm room 
back in time to Rebecca's world. 

The Auction

"I've laid out what I'd like you to wear to the auction tonight, Becky. I hope 
you like it. "

Rebecca looked nervously at her husband and then at the garment box lying on the 
bed. On the box was the name of a prominent French designer. Rebecca opened the box and saw the black evening dress. Pulling it out she held it in front of her 
and breathed a sigh of relief. "It's beautiful, Arthur. " Compton smiled. "I'm 
glad you like it. " He handed her a pair of black heels. "These will go well with 
that dress, I think. Oh, and I don't think we need any undergarments to 
interfere with the lines of this lovely dress. " He smiled as he saw the look on 
her face. "It'll be our little secret. " Compton walked toward the door. "Go 
ahead and get changed, Becky, we'll be leaving shortly. There are some more 
accessories on your dressing table I think would go well with that outfit. Don't 
be long, dear. "

Rebecca stripped off her clothes and pulled the dress on. She turned and looked 
at herself in the mirror and smiled; she could scarcely believe this was the 
same girl who had spent most of her life wearing clothing from Goodwill. The 
gown fit perfectly. It had a single strap on her left shoulder with the right 
shoulder remaining strapless. The front of the dress angled down over her right 
breast leaving it tantalizingly revealed to just above the areola and then 
curving around to bare the right side of her back. The full-length dress also 
had a single slit up the right side reaching her upper thigh. The dress was sexy 
and elegant, not overly revealing and trashy as Rebecca had feared it would be. 

Rebecca pulled the heels on and walked over to the dressing table where she 
found a leather case. Opening it she gasped as she saw the diamond earrings and 
diamond necklace encased within. Oh my god, these must be worth a fortune, she 
thought as she put them on. Walking over to the mirror once again she stared at 
the beautiful woman in the mirror. She'd been at the hairdresser this afternoon 
and her silky raven hair was pinned up with just a single layer allowed to fall 
down the left side of her face. She turned and examined herself from every 
possible angle and then began laughing giddily. I really do look like a 
princess!

Arthur Compton pretended to swoon as he saw his bride coming down the staircase 
and Rebecca couldn't help but smile at her handsome husband. She reached up and 
softly kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, "Thank you for this darling. I 
feel like a princess. "

"You're more beautiful than any princess, my dear, " Compton replied, meaning it. 
He offered her his arm and they walked arm-in-arm out the door to the waiting 
limo. 

The auction was a private affair being held at an exclusive club. Members of the 
club offered up donations to be bid on and the proceeds were donated to various 
charities. The auction served primarily as a tax break for these wealthy men, 
but it still served a good purpose. The club was normally a men's only domain 
but for certain events like this women were allowed. There were about one 
hundred men and women in the room all dressed in their elegant finest as Arthur 
and Rebecca made their way to their seat. "Every eye is on you, Becky, " Arthur 
whispered and she blushed slightly as she took her seat. 

Rebecca was fascinated by the whole affair. She'd never been to an auction 
before much less one where the bids sometimes ranged up into the tens of 
thousands. The man serving as auctioneer looked familiar but she wasn't sure 
where she'd seen him before. "Do you have anything up for bid, " she asked 
Arthur. "Yes, several items. They'll be bid on last, " he replied as she wondered 
what it was he'd put up for bid and why they were being bid on last. The bidding 
continued for over an hour on various pieces of art, sculpture, and jewelry and 
after awhile Rebecca turned her attention to the people in the room. Some of the 
older women were obviously wives of the men here but some of the women were much younger than the men they were accompanying. She decided that these were either mistresses or trophy wives who'd been picked up after the first wife had been 
dumped. Rebecca was contemplating her own future with her rich, handsome husband when she heard her name being called by the auctioneer at the front of the room. She looked around a little bewildered. 

"Mrs. Compton would you care to come to the front of the room please to assist 
with the final auction, " the auctioneer repeated. Rebecca looked at Arthur but 
he just smiled and motioned with his head indicating that she should comply. She 
stood up and walked nervously down the center aisle toward the platform at the 
front of the room. When she reached the auctioneer he leaned down and whispered 
to her, "Hello, Rebecca my name is Daniel Thompson. I'm a business partner of 
your husband. He's asked me if you wouldn't mind assisting us in auctioning your 
accessories. " Rebecca fingered her beautiful diamond necklace. It didn't look 
like she was going to be allowed to keep the beautiful jewelry after all. 

Slightly disappointed she answered, "Of course. What do I need to do?"

"Just stand here and look lovely, " he replied. "The highest bidder will come up 
and retrieve the item at the end of each bid. "

Rebecca looked out over the room full of people and put a smile on her face 
although she felt a little uncomfortable with all of the eyes staring at her. 
The auctioning began on the diamond earrings and it soon climbed into thousands 
of dollars – a sum that would've been unfathomable to her in her previous life. 
The bidding ended and she heard the auctioneer say, "Mr. Anderson would you like 
to come up and retrieve your new earrings?" A gray-haired older man stood and 
began walking forward as Rebecca began to unlatch the earring from her left ear. 
"Ah, Mrs. Compton let the bidder do that please, " Thompson said. "Your husband's 
wishes. " Rebecca let her arms drop to her sides as the man approached. 

"Lovely, just lovely, " the man said looking everywhere but the earrings. Rebecca 
just smiled as the man leaned near her and began unfastening them. She could 
detect the smell of bourbon on his breath. "Thank you Mrs. Compton, I'm sure my 
wife will love these. " 

"You're welcome, " she replied as she watched the man retreat to his seat next to 
a woman who looked like anything but his wife. 

Next came the bidding for the necklace and, being the more valuable piece, the 
bidding went much higher. This time the high bidder was a much younger man and 
as he approached the platform she wondered if he was a child of privilege or had 
started from scratch like her husband had. "Hello Mrs. Compton, my name is James 
Harrington, " the man said. Rebecca recognized the last name – they were one of 
the most prominent families in the area. Old wealth. "Thank you for allowing 
your beautiful jewelry to be auctioned in the name of charity. That's very 
generous of you. "

"It's my pleasure, " she replied not wanting to tell him that it hadn't been her 
idea. Harrington leaned in close as he reached behind her to unfasten her 
necklace and Rebecca could detect a musky, masculine scent. He smelled good to 
her. Harrington placed a light kiss on her cheek that sent a little tingle up 
her. I'm a married woman now, she scolded herself as she watched him retreat to 
his seat, but she took a little delight in the air of sensuality she knew she 
was exuding. 

With the auctioning of the jewelry now completed, Rebecca began to step off the 
platform. "One moment please, Mrs. Compton, we aren't quite finished yet. " 
Puzzled, Rebecca returned to Daniel Thompson's side. "Just a couple of more 
minutes of your time please. Thank you for your patience. " Rebecca nodded unsure of what would be required of her. 

"Now for our final bid of the evening, ladies and gentlemen, " she heard him say. 
He stretched out one hand toward Rebecca and lightly grasped the side of her 
dress. "We now have one black evening gown by Parisian designer Claude Chernier 
available for your bid. " Rebecca gasped as she heard the words. "B-but I'm 
wearing nothing underneath and have nothing else to change into, " she stuttered. 


"I'm sorry, Mrs. Compton, but your husband should have warned you, " Thompson 
replied quietly. The room filled with a buzz at the announcement of the item up 
for bid and Rebecca was afraid for a moment she might faint as the full 
realization of what was happening hit her. She saw the thin smile and intense 
glare of anticipation in Arthur's eyes as he watched her reaction. For a moment 
she considered bolting off of the stage but steadied herself as she remembered 
the agreement she had made prior to the marriage. Her humiliation was the price 
she had agreed to pay and would continue to pay as long as she could bear it. 


Rebecca took a deep breath and nodded toward Daniel Thompson indicating he could go ahead with the auction. She tried to block out the eyes staring at her but 
the anticipation of the event she knew was coming – her "unveiling" – was almost too much for her. Along with the feelings of nervous anticipation came feelings of arousal. She tried to fight back these feelings but she could feel her 
hardening nipples pressing against the fabric of her dress. 

The bidding accelerated rapidly and it soon went well beyond what the dress 
could have possibly been worth; beyond what even the diamond necklace had gone 
for. Bidders slowly dropped out until it was between just two – Anderson and 
Harrington – the two men who had placed the highest bids on her jewelry. Rebecca prayed that if someone was going to strip the dress off of her it would be James Harrington and not the whiskey-breathed older man. The bidding continued to spiral upwards until finally the older man reluctantly shook his head when the 
auctioneer asked for a further bid. "Mr. Harrington would you like to come up 
and claim your item?" Thompson said and Rebecca shivered in nervous 
anticipation. 

"If you don't mind I think I'll allow my wife to do that, " he replied and the 
beautiful woman sitting next to him stood and made her way towards the platform 
and Rebecca. "Hello, Rebecca. My name is Julia. "


"H-hello, Julia, " she replied not knowing what else to say. The scent of Julia's 
perfume and her close proximity heightened Rebecca's arousal to her shame and 
embarrassment. She could feel herself becoming moist. 


"That's a beautiful dress, Rebecca. I hope I can wear it as well as you do. "

"I'm sure you will, " Rebecca replied, not lying. Julia was lovely and about the 
same size she was. Julia smiled and placed her hand on Rebecca's shoulder 
slipping the hand below the single strap. Her other hand touched the side of 
Rebecca's breast on the strapless slide and then slid beneath the fabric. 
Rebecca shuddered at the touch and as the dress was peeled downward revealing 
her breasts. Julia bent down and continued to pull the dress past her hips and 
then to the floor. Rebecca stepped out of the dress as Julia stood up and kissed 
her lightly on the cheek before returning to her seat with dress in hand. 
Rebecca stood now revealed to the audience in all her glory wearing only the 
heels. She half expected the bidding to begin again for those. Rebecca stood for 
what seemed like an eternity in front of the sea of eyes pouring over her nude 
body, her hardened nipples betraying her arousal. 

"Thank you ladies and gentleman for your generosity this evening, " she heard 
Thompson say from what seemed like a million miles away. "This has been a very 
successful evening and the charities will all benefit greatly. And now, I hope 
you will all join us for the reception in the cocktail lounge. " He offered his 
arm to Rebecca. "I hope you'll allow me to escort you to the reception, Mrs. 
Compton. I'm sure your presence will be the highlight of the affair. "




Chapter 5

One Year Later

Allison Davis stared through the dim early morning light at the ceiling and the 
whirling blades of the fan above her bed. She was nude, as always, and there 
were no blankets or sheets on the bed to cover her, as always. She glanced over 
at the digital clock next her bed. It was 4:05 am. She knew she wouldn't be 
getting any more sleep that night. Today was a big day; the biggest of her life. 

Allison sat up on the side of the bed and stretched her arms into the air and 
rolled her neck to help loosen stiff muscles. In the corner of the room she saw 
the small glowing red light of the camera on the wall and knew she was being 
watched. As always. How many were watching right now? She was always amazed at 
how many people would be watching her even at this time of the morning. And 
today was a special day so she guessed her audience would probably be larger 
than normal, maybe even much larger. 

Allison got up and padded across the room to her desk. She yawned and stretched 
some more while she waited as the computer booted up, then sat down and clicked 
open her web browser and navigated to her website: Naked Allison. That was the 
very uninventive name that her Uncle Tony had given it, not that it required a 
terribly clever name to market it once her story had gone public. 

She opened up the live webcam and saw herself sitting in all her glory at her 
desk. Tony had spared no expense in buying top-of-the line digital equipment so 
the infrared camera provided a high quality view of her even in the dark. She 
glanced down at the counter and saw that there were nearly 5000 people logged on 
to her site right now watching the live feed; ten times the normal number for 
this time of night. Enjoy the show boys and girls, she thought to herself. This 
is the last day. 

The website was Tony's idea, of course. He'd started it as soon as she'd 
graduated from college and had begun working under his control at Compton 
Enterprises. His plan was to give the world a naked Allison 24 hours a day, 7 
days a week. There were cameras in her house, cameras in her car, cameras in her 
office, all constantly streaming high quality video to her growing base of fans. 
And whenever she went to meetings or into the city on assignments or to meet 
clients or shopping or to the beach or even to her family's home for 
Thanksgiving dinner there was always someone tagging along with a video camera 
to record the fun. This was his idea of breaking her, of making her quit and 
give up her inheritance. But it hadn't worked; she hadn't broken. And today the 
year was up and she'd beaten him, and she'd beaten her dear, departed 
grandfather at his own perverted game. She watched as a smile broke out on the 
face of the naked girl on her monitor. 

It hadn't been easy, though. God, no. The worst part had been at the beginning 
when she'd suddenly been thrust into living a fully nude and very public 
lifestyle…something she'd never have dreamed of doing before. She almost hadn't 
made it past the first 24 hours. And then there was that almost unbearable first 
day back at college; and the day that Tony had broken her story to the media; 
and her graduation day; and the first day of work at Compton Enterprises; and 
her first nude trip nude into the city to meet with clients. There were many 
times in the first few weeks where she'd almost quit and there were many, many 
times that she'd broken into tears. But she hadn't given up, and now there was a 
sense of pride in having achieved her goal when she couldn't have imagined how 
she would accomplish it that first day. 

Things had become easier for her over time, but never easy. There was never a 
moment when she wasn't aware of her nudity or the looks and stares and eyes 
roaming over her body. Being constantly nude in front of friends, family, 
co-workers, and strangers when everyone else was fully clothed was something 
she'd never gotten used to and probably never would. But she'd learned to handle 
it. 

And the feelings of arousal that public nudity stirred in her had never gone 
away either, although the intensity waxed and waned depending on the situation. 
Usually it was kind of a low-level buzz that she had to admit she'd miss when 
this was all over. Sometimes, though, it went beyond that and she knew that the 
unmistakable signs of arousal had to be apparent to onlookers. And several times 
it had spilled over the edge into a public orgasm, much to her humiliation. 
Allison had learned a lot about herself over the past year and one of the things 
she'd learned was that there was something buried in her subconscious that got 
off on public nudity no matter what her conscious mind thought of it. They were 
the same feelings that Rebecca had described in her diary so Allison knew that 
she'd inherited more than just her grandmother's looks. 

Allison scrolled through the links to the many videos posted on her website and 
selected the graduation video: a favorite among her fans. She watched again as 
rows of graduating students sat listening to the commencement speech; all of 
them robed in caps and gowns with one very obvious exception. She was struck 
again by the high quality of the video as she watched herself squirm in her 
seat, her very naked nipples standing erect. She remembered that night very, 
very well and how she'd fought against the intense feelings of arousal building 
inside her as she sat nude among her fellow graduating classmates. It was a 
battle that she'd finally lost, which had been all-too apparent to those around 
her…and anyone watching this video. And lots and lots of people had watched this 
video. 


Allison clicked on the link to that first interview with the local news after 
Tony had leaked the story to them about the terms of the inheritance. Her 
naughty bits had been pixilated in that original broadcast, of course. No, you 
couldn't show naked tits-and-ass on the local news although they had no qualms 
about titillating viewers with the story of a young co-ed living in the nude for 
a full year in order gain a large inheritance. Tony had gotten his hands on the 
uncensored version of the interview which was what was now posted on the 
website. They'd called the story "Naked Ambition. " Clever. 

It was only a matter of hours after that story appeared on the local news that 
it was all over the internet and within days Allison Davis became the most 
requested name on search engines. By that time there were already plenty of nude 
photos of her posted on various sites by her fellow students at Wildwood College 
who had been secretly, and not-so-secretly, taking pictures of her around 
campus. The shock of Tony's announcement that she'd be videoed 24/7 for Naked 
Allison had been lessened somewhat because there were already tons of nude 
photos of her floating around the internet by then anyway. Her uncle had 
probably out-smarted himself when he'd leaked her story to the media. 

Of course, the national and international media hadn't been far behind the 
internet in picking up the story. And why wouldn't they? It was a story about 
greed, money, power, and perversion involving a beautiful, naked young woman. 
What wasn't to like? It didn't take long for the media hordes to descend upon 
Allison, and Tony had ordered her to make herself fully available for 
interviews. American newspapers and television broadcasts were usually careful 
about editing her image but the European media hadn't been shy about showing 
skin. And then there'd been the interview with the Naked News where the reporter 
hadn't been wearing a stitch of clothing either. For awhile there, even David 
Letterman and Jay Leno were cracking jokes about her on a regular basis. God, 
was there anyone left who hadn't seen her naked by now? Maybe some tribesmen in Borneo. Maybe. 

The media circus had subsided somewhat over time but it had picked up again 
recently as the end of her naked year approached. And since that was today she 
expected to see more than a few TV cameras and microphones around. 

Allison clicked the web browser closed and sat back in her chair with her eyes 
closed. 

What a long, strange trip it's been, she thought. Thank God it's almost over. 

Allison crawled back onto the bed, spread her legs, and let her fingers walk 
down her stomach to her clit, fully aware that she had an audience. She'd made a 
conscious decision not to take a lover during this year because of the constant 
invasion to her privacy by cameras and had even tried for awhile to resist 
pleasuring herself but had finally lost that battle many months ago. This is it 
guys, she said silently to her unseen audience as a moan escaped from her lips. 
The cameras are coming down tonight. 

The Final Day Begins

Allison locked the front door and began the walk to her car in the driveway. As 
expected, there was a crowd of reporters and cameras outside. 

"Allison, how does it feel knowing you're going a rich woman soon. " a male 
reporter called out. 

"Great, " she replied as she kept walking toward the car. 

"Are you going to put on some clothes today. "

"God, yes!" Allison replied. 

"Dammit, that's a shame, " another man said to scattered laughter. Allison 
unlocked the car door and began to climb in when the less friendly voice of a 
female reporter shouted out to her. 

"Do you feel like you've prostituted yourself by doing this for money?" 

A flash of anger came over Allison and she stood back up to address the 
reporter. "Hell, no, I haven't prostituted myself. I haven't slept with anyone 
for this money. "

"No, you've just had thousands of guys whacking off over you on the internet. 
And now you think you're qualified to run a multi-million dollar company?"

"I haven't done anything wrong…anything illegal, " Allison sputtered. She was 
going to say more but thought better of it and crawled into the car and started 
the engine. "Bitch, " she muttered under her breath and then tried to calm 
herself. This wasn't like her, but this past year had taken its toll. Her 
situation had been the topic of national conversation and, when asked if they 
would go naked for a year to gain a large inheritance, a surprisingly large 
number of people had said "Hell yes!" But she had her fair share of criticism, 
too, mostly from feminists who thought what she was doing was demeaning or 
evangelical Christians who thought it was immoral. When she was out in public 
she got various reactions from people when they encountered her, but they were 
mostly positive. She did get angry or negative reactions at times, though, and 
it always bothered her when it happened. It was going to feel good to get back 
to being a normal person after today. A very wealthy and fully clothed normal 
person!

Allison glanced at the outside temperature on her dashboard and saw that it was 
75 degrees. She sighed and pushed the button to open the convertible roof. She 
had standing orders from Tony to drive with the top down whenever weather 
permitted and today was a beautiful sunny spring day. She wasn't going to risk 
disobeying an order on her last day under his thumb. By this afternoon she'd be 
his boss, if she decided to keep him on. Maybe I'll make him work naked, she 
thought to herself with a wicked grin until the mental image came into her mind. 
"Ugh, I wouldn't wish that on the world. Most of my employees would quit. "

Allison wasn't worried about being stopped by the police for driving nude 
through town. She'd been doing it for a year now and because of the state 
Supreme Court's very liberal ruling about freedom of expression rights it was 
technically legal to be nude in public. But that didn't mean there were lots of 
people out running around town naked, at least not to the extent she was. Yeah, 
there were the occasional public flashes and streaks and dares, but she didn't 
know of anyone else living a totally nude lifestyle out in public. Even nudists 
kept primarily to designated clothing optional areas. Being the only naked 
person in a clothed world was nerve wracking and Tony had made sure to get her 
out of the office and around town, and even other parts of the state, as much as 
possible. 

And even though it was legal for her to be nude in public places, private 
business establishments could set their own standards and prevent Allison from 
entering. No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service. Or, in her case, no pants, bra or 
panties either. After awhile she'd learned which bars, restaurants, and grocery 
stores would allow her in and which wouldn't so she was able to establish some 
semblance of a life outside of work or under the constant eye of the cameras at 
home, although Tony frequently had someone around with a camera in those places, too. 

She'd even found a bowling alley that would not only let her bowl naked but 
waived the requirement to wear shoes. The last time she went bowling it had been 
with her friends Katie and Melissa and it had been the shy Melissa who'd flashed 
to her boobs to the camera after rolling a strike. Katie, despite her usual 
smart ass braggadocio, had kept her clothes on. 

The sun and the warm breeze felt good on her bare skin as she drove and Allison 
wondered whether this would be her last naked car ride. Tony had control over 
her until 2:35 pm today so he might have her go out for one last bit of public 
humiliation but she couldn't imagine that he had a last minute Hail Mary plan up 
his sleeve that she couldn't handle. He'd been looking like a beaten man for 
some time now. 

Allison pulled into the employee parking lot of Compton Enterprises and shut off 
the engine. She stared out the car window at the 16-story building and 
remembered her first day of work here. She'd sat here crying and shaking for 
some time before finally working up the courage to walk into the building in the 
nude. She'd done it many times since and it had never stopped feeling totally 
bizarre to her, but she was no longer reduced to a puddle of tears by the 
prospect of it. "One last time, Allie, " she said to herself as she grabbed her 
briefcase and headed for the entrance. A few TV cameras and reporters were 
stationed outside the door but she just smiled and politely declined to answer 
questions as she entered the lobby. 

"Hello, Ms. Davis. " It was the security guard at the security station. 

"Hi, Tom. "

"Big day. You made it. Congratulations. "

"Thanks. "

Allison saw Tina, Mariana Perez's secretary scuttling across the lobby towards 
her. "Ms. Davis, Mariana would like you to meet with her in her office today at 
2 o'clock this afternoon, " she said. "She'd like to talk to you before she gives 
you your clothes. "

"Okay. Did she say why?" Under the terms of the inheritance Allison would be 
allowed to get dressed today after 2:35 p. m. but Mariana had suggested last week 
that the meeting to sign all the paperwork be held tomorrow morning. After 
Allison's lawyer assured her that it was safe to wait to sign the paperwork she 
leaped at the offer since it would allow her to be dressed in front of all the 
friends, family, and co-workers who'd be attending. 

"No, " Tina replied. "But she wanted me to tell you as soon as you arrived. " 

"Okay, thanks Tina. Tell her I'll be there. "

"Oh, and congratulations, " she said with a smile. "I was pulling for you. We all 
were. "

"Thanks. You're not just saying that to suck up to the new boss are you?"

"No, " Tina laughed. "Well, maybe a little. Nobody wanted Tony to be boss, 
though. "

"Speak of the devil, there he is, " Allison said as she spotted her uncle Tony 
across the lobby. 

Allison walked across the lobby to where Tony was standing. "Heya, uncle. Nice 
day, huh? Got any plans or assignments for me?"

Tony was looking haggard and beaten, but even in that state he couldn't help but 
run his eyes up and down Allison's nude body in a way that made her skin crawl. 
"Fuck you, bitch, " he mumbled and walked away. Allison couldn't help but laugh 
as she watched him walk away. It was over. She'd won. 

Allison spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon in her office trying 
to keep busy, but mostly staring at the clock waiting for the magic moment to 
arrive. Various managers and employees stopped by throughout the day to 
congratulate her. She also suspected that some of the men wanted one last look 
at their naked boss-to-be before she disappeared forever back into clothing. She 
had lunch delivered to her office but could barely eat it at as she excitedly 
waited for her meeting with Mariana Perez to finalize the inheritance. At one 
point she even smiled and waved giddily to her unseen audience watching her 
through the cameras mounted in the office. 

At ten minutes to two she strode out of her office toward the elevator…her last 
nude walk through the Compton Building. When she arrived at the office, Tina 
smiled and waved her in. Allison strode into the office and closed the door 
behind her. The office was empty but she guessed that Mariana was in an 
adjoining office. 

Allison paced nervously around the office remembering the first time she'd been 
here, exactly one year ago today. It was here that Allison and her family had 
first heard, with great excitement, the wealth that was being offered to them in 
Arthur Compton's will only to have it dashed minutes later by the almost 
unthinkable conditions attached to it. It felt like a lifetime ago now. Allison 
looked up at the clock. Only thirty minutes to go now. It seemed almost 
unbelievable that this day had finally come. Her heart thumped in her chest like 
it was going to explode!

She walked over to the window and stared down at the cars and people in the 
street below. Behind her a door opened and she heard the sound of footsteps. 
Before she could turn around an oddly familiar male voice spoke her name. 

"Hello Allison. "

Allison turned and stared dumbfounded at the figure at the other end of the 
office. Standing before her, very much alive and breathing, was her grandfather 
Arthur Compton. 

Back From the Grave

"You look like you've seen a ghost, granddaughter, " Arthur Compton chuckled. 

Allison stared wordlessly at the man whose funeral she'd attended a year ago. 
The man she saw now looked much different than the thin, weak, sickly old man 
she'd seen in the video at the reading of the will. The Arthur Compton before 
her now had regained the healthy vigor that she'd remembered from the past. The 
hair had grown back, although it was greyer, and he'd grown a full beard that 
made him look something like the pictures she'd seen of Ernest Hemingway. He'd 
also regained the weight he'd lost and his skin had a healthy tan. He looked 
almost nothing like the tired old man she'd seen near death in the video, but 
there was no question in her mind that this was her grandfather standing before 
her. 

"Try and contain the unbridled joy at seeing your dear old granddad still among 
the living, dear, " Compton laughed. He pointed to a pair of leather chairs in a 
corner of the office. "Have a seat, Allie. I think we need to talk. "

Allison finally regained her composure enough to walk over and sit down in one 
of the chairs. She self-consciously covered her breasts with her arm as Arthur 
sat in the other chair just a few feet away. "No need for that, dear, " he said. 
"I've been a faithful subscriber to the Naked Allison website since the 
beginning. I've seen it all. "

Allison dropped her arms to her side and finally found her voice. "So this has 
all been just a scam all along? Your illness and death?"

"No, the illness was very real. I did have cancer and I wasn't expecting to 
survive it when I made that videotape you watched here last year. But the 
chemotherapy worked, although it was pure hell going through it, and the cancer 
went into remission. "

"So why fake your death?"


"Well, to be honest, I liked the idea of you spending a year in the nude in 
order to gain the inheritance when I first thought of it and I liked it even 
better when I knew I'd have the opportunity to be around to see it, " Arthur 
replied. "I didn't see any reason to let a minor technicality like not being 
dead stand in the way of the reading of the will. " Allison thought back to her 
conversation with Katie about why Compton would have waited until his death to 
do this. Katie had said she thought "the old nut would've wanted a ringside seat 
for this. " It turns out the old nut DID have a ringside seat for this. 

"I needed time off anyway, " Compton continued, "to rest and regain my health 
without being hassled by shareholders, or the Board of Directors, or management, 
or Tony. I just knew that if they thought I was still alive and kicking they'd 
never let me be. "

"So Tony didn't know you were still alive?"

"Oh hell no. He'd be the last person I'd let in on the secret. Mariana Perez 
knew about it and so did a couple of my most trusted senior executives, but 
that's it. Oh, and my doctor was well paid to keep his mouth shut. "

"So where've you been for the past year anyway?" Allison asked. 

"I've got a lovely little villa on the coast of Costa Rica, right on the ocean. 
No one knows me there so it was an ideal spot for recovering my strength without 
being bothered. The recuperative powers of the sun and a daily swim are truly 
amazing. "

"So you're healthy now?" Allison asked. "The cancer's gone?"

"It's in remission and hopefully will stay that way. And I feel as strong and 
energetic now as I did twenty years ago. Maybe even stronger. "

Allison's head was spinning. This turn of events was so shocking and unexpected 
that she hadn't yet been able to think things through clearly. She was terribly 
confused about what she was feeling right now. In a way she was happy to see her 
grandfather again and realized now that she didn't really hate him. Over the 
past eleven months of working for Compton Enterprises she'd even gained a kind 
of grudging admiration and respect for what Arthur had been able to build here, 
almost from scratch, in the course of his lifetime. 

"So what now?" she asked. " "Are you coming back to this country permanently? Are you coming back to work?"

"I don't know yet, " he replied. "That's what you and I need to discuss. "

Suddenly an alarming thought entered Allison's mind. "You are going to comply 
with the terms of the will aren't you? I am going to get the inheritance, aren't I?"

"Of course, " Arthur Compton replied. "It's a legally binding document. If you 
ever do comply with the terms of the will you'll receive the inheritance. "

Allison looked up at the clock. "I'll have complied with the terms of the will 
in fifteen minutes. "

"I'm afraid not, " Arthur said. "You missed one important step. "

"What?"

"You didn't wait until I was dead. "

A Shocking Development

The blood drained from Allison's face. "You mean I don't get it? I don't get the 
inheritance?"

"You mean five million dollars for your parents and the controlling stock in my 
company? Good Lord, no. At least not while I'm still above ground, anyway. Once 
I'm gone you'll have the opportunity to earn the inheritance. It'll mean 
spending another year in the nude, though, " he chuckled. 

Panic surged through Allison at the thought that everything she'd worked toward 
for the past year was suddenly being snatched away from her at the last moment! 
"You mean after everything I've done, all the humiliations I've suffered, I get 
nothing? Nothing?" Allison could hardly breathe. "You bastard!"

Arthur's lips curled into a thin smile. "I've been called worse, " he said. "I 
didn't say you'd get nothing. The house and the car are yours. You've more than 
earned them. "

"A house and a car?" Allison shrieked. "I wouldn't have spent a year naked for a 
house and a car!"

"I see, " Arthur said. "So then it's just a matter of negotiating a sufficient 
compensation package for you to live your life in the nude?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about discussing your future here at Compton Enterprises. "

"There is no future for me here, " she said. "I'm done with you and your goddamn 
company and your sick, perverted games. And when I walk out that front door 
today, with my clothes on, I'm going to tell those reporters camped outside that 
you're alive and faked your death. "

Arthur shrugged. "Go ahead. The news will have to be made public sooner or later 
anyway, and sooner is just as good as later. Mariana is pretty sure that when 
the news breaks that the reports of my death were greatly exaggerated it will 
cause the stock price to rise significantly. The stockholders have been very 
nervous about the prospect of having either my son Tony or a naked granddaughter 
run this company. "

"You broke the law. You committed fraud by faking your death. "

"I did no such thing, " he responded. "There were no false documents filed. There 
was never a death certificate, which your incompetent attorney would've 
discovered if he'd ever thought of checking. Mariana made sure that all of my 
taxes were paid over the past year so the government has no legal interest in 
me. The only thing we did was put an empty coffin into the ground and show you 
and your family a videotaped reading of the will. Neither of those things is 
illegal. "

"You forced me to comply with the terms of the will under false pretenses. I can 
sue you to live up to your promises. "

"I never forced you to do anything. Everything you did was of your own free 
will. And Mariana has never provided any documentation to you claiming I was 
dead. "

"She showed us the videotape of the will along with some legal papers supporting 
it, " Allison replied. 


"Yes, you were shown the will but that's not a legal verification that I was 
dead. You made that assumption. "

Allison let out a short bitter laugh. "Of course we made that assumption. We'd 
just attended your goddamn funeral!"

"I didn't say there weren't good reasons for the assumption, " Arthur chuckled. 
"But you have no legal basis for a lawsuit against me, although you're welcome 
to try. "

Allison sank back into her chair and began to massage her throbbing temples. 
Somehow she knew that everything her grandfather was telling her was true. She 
could talk to her lawyer about suing him but she knew she wouldn't win. She'd 
thought she was going to beat Arthur Compton at his sick, twisted game but he'd 
won. He always won. And if she took him to court he'd win again. She was 
screwed. 

They both sat quietly for several minutes as the anger slowly seeped out of 
Allison and an air of resignation and defeat settled in. "So that's it then, " 
she said finally. "You got your kicks for a year out of my public humiliation 
and all it cost you was a house and a car. "

"A very nice house and a very nice car, " Arthur responded. "You profited far 
more over the past year than a recent college graduate your age could reasonably 
expect. "

"So I guess I should be grateful, huh?"

"You've read Rebecca's diary. You know what my fetish is, but I've never put a 
gun to a woman's head and forced her to expose herself in public against her 
will. It's always been her decision, just as it's been your decision over the 
past year. "

"Yes, it was my decision, " Allison sighed. "Even though I was totally lied to 
and misled it was my decision. "

Arthur once again allowed her a minute of silence before speaking again. 
"Allison, you asked me what my plans were and I'm willing to discuss them with 
you now if you're willing to listen. "

"Sure, " she replied sarcastically. "Why the hell not?"

"I'm going to resume my role as Chairman of the Board and will control the 
overall direction of the company, but I no longer want to handle the day-to-day 
operations. I want to split my time between here and Costa Rica, so I'm going to 
be looking for a CEO I can trust to do that for me, and it sure as hell won't be 
Tony. You've shown me a lot over the past year. " Arthur chuckled over his choice 
of words. "In more ways than one. "

"You mean you think I'm more than just a naked bimbo?" she replied tartly. 

"You've been naked, yes. A bimbo, no. Mariana has watched you closely over the 
past year and she says you're smart, tough, driven and competitive. You couldn't 
have made it through the past year if you weren't. You handled all the bullshit 
"assignments" that Tony threw at you and still managed to learn a lot about the 
business. She says you're a quick study and have come up with solid ideas for 
improving efficiency and profitability. "

"So you're offering me the job?" she asked. 

"No, I'm offering you the opportunity to convince me you're right for the job. 
And, if you can do that, the opportunity to negotiate the terms of your 
employment. " Arthur leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. "Or I can call 
Mariana in to retrieve your clothes for you and you can go out and tell the 
reporters anything you want and have your lawyer sue me. It's your choice. "

Allison sat quietly for several minutes and Arthur didn't interrupt her 
thoughts. She finally spoke again. 

"Let's talk. "

A Surreal Job Interview

"So tell me, Allison, why should I hire you as my CEO?" Arthur Compton asked. 

"Well, you said it earlier…I'm smart, tough, driven, and competitive. And a 
quick study. " The absurdity of the situation struck Allison as she responded. 
I'm doing a naked job interview with my previously deceased grandfather, she 
thought. How surreal is this?

"Yes, that's true, " Arthur responded, "and those are all qualities I'm looking 
for in the person I hire. But, off the top of my head, I can think of at least a 
dozen other people I could hire with those same qualities who also have far more 
managerial experience and knowledge of the industry than you do. "

Allison had no idea how to respond to that. "I guess I don't know then. Why the 
hell would you hire me?"

"How has the company been doing this past year?" Arthur asked. 

"Good. Profits are up over the previous year. In fact it's been the most 
profitable year in a decade. "

"Why is that? What do you think is the primary reason for it?"

"Well, it's been all the publicity, " Allison responded. "Compton Enterprises 
used to be fairly well known within the region but not really nationally. Now 
it's got global name recognition. "

"And what's been the source of all this additional publicity?"

"Well, me. And the whole naked inheritance thing, " she said. 

"Correct. And do you think that this publicity would continue if I hired you and 
you began wearing business suits like every other CEO in the country?" Compton 
asked. 

"I'd still be well known and so would Compton Enterprises. "

"For a little while, maybe. But you're well known because of the highly unusual 
- and scandalous, according the media - circumstances surrounding the 
inheritance. The minute you put your clothes back on the interest will begin to 
fade. In a couple of years you'll be a trivia question. "

"I can see where this is going, " Allison said. "You're only interested in giving 
me the job if I stay naked. "

"That's right. That's the only thing you bring to the table right now that I 
couldn't get from a more experienced and qualified person. In a few years, as 
you gain knowledge and experience, that may change and you'll become invaluable 
to the company whether you're wearing clothes or not. But right now you're not. "

"A few years! I'm not going to agree to stay naked for a few years!"

"Any agreement we reach, if we reach one, will be for only one year. After that 
we'll re-evaluate the situation and either renegotiate the deal or terminate it 
and you can move on. Next year you might be in a stronger bargaining position 
than you are today, but right now the only thing you really have to offer me is 
continuing publicity from your unique circumstances. "

"What kind of salary are we talking about?" she asked. 

"It'd be commensurate to what a first-year CEO would be making at a company this 
size. It wouldn't be instant wealth like the money from the inheritance but it'd 
be more than enough to start building on. In a few years, if you stayed on, you 
wouldn't need me to keel over in order to become a wealthy woman. "

"What about the website? Naked Allison?"

"Is it profitable?" Arthur asked. 

"Yes. Very. It has the highest profit margin of any project in the company. "

"And if it continued would it help to promote your own fame and notoriety, which 
is currently your most valuable asset to the company?"

"Yes, " she said. 

"Then you tell me, Allison. As CEO of Compton Enterprises would you pull the 
plug on it?"

Allison sighed and shook her head. "No. "

Allison's mind reeled from the prospect of spending another year in the nude. 
And maybe even beyond that! She couldn't believe she was even considering this, 
but she knew she was. 

Why? She wasn't sure she knew the answer. It wasn't just the money, although 
she'd gotten a taste of what it meant to have wealth and was more attracted to 
it than she wanted to admit. Not long ago she was going to be an 
environmentalist and they made hardly anything. She wasn't sure she wanted that 
life anymore. 

Was it the challenge of running a company? That was part of it. A year ago she 
wanted to get control of Compton Enterprises so she could rip it apart. But one 
of the things she'd learned was that a corporation wasn't just a soulless 
entity; it consisted of people just trying to make a good living and take care 
of their families. She'd gotten to know a lot the employees here and they were, 
for the most part, good people. She wanted to make sure they continued to have 
jobs and that meant turning a profit. There were things that the company could 
do to be better stewards of the environment, but dismantling it just for the 
sake of conservation wasn't the answer. There had to be a balance between 
profits and preservation of the environment and as CEO she could help guide the 
company toward finding that balance. 

But it wasn't just that either. This past year had been the craziest, most 
exciting, thrilling, and nerve-wracking year of her life. Could she go back to a 
normal life after that? And did she even want to? She wasn't sure. 

She looked up at her grandfather who had gone silent again to allow Allison her 
thoughts. He was a man who understood when to speak and when to shut up during 
negotiations. "Would I ever be able to wear clothes?" she asked finally. 

"As CEO there might be times you'd need travel out of state or attend a 
conference or give a speech where it may not be possible or practical to keep 
you naked. In those situations I'll give permission for you to dress. But on a 
normal day-to-day basis, no. You'll continue on as you are now, both on the job 
and away from it. "

Allison nodded. "I think I understand the terms under which you'd offer me the 
job, " she said. "Are you offering it to me?"

"Under those terms, yes. "

Allison glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was past the time she thought 
this would all be over. "I'll need a few minutes to think about it. "

Arthur Compton began to rise from his chair to leave Allison alone but she 
interrupted him. "I have just a couple of more questions before you go, " she 
said. 

"Alright, " Arthur replied and settled back into his chair. 

"What about Tony? Does he stay on?"

Arthur sighed at the mention of his son's name. "Tony does have some knowledge 
of the business that would be valuable to you. But he has no clue how to deal 
with people and nobody likes him. He's as much a liability as an asset. I'd 
leave that up to you, if you decide to take the job. "

"And what about my family? You were going to give them five million dollars in 
the will. "

"How are your parents doing these days, Allison?"

"Much better. My father's construction business has picked up a lot recently so 
his financial problems have disappeared. And my mom and dad are getting along a 
lot better now. "

"And why has his construction business picked up?" Compton asked. 

"Well, " Allison replied somewhat sheepishly, "I've used my position here to get 
him construction contracts on some of our projects. "

"Yes, " Arthur replied. "I know. And he's been doing good work so keep doing it. " 
Arthur leaned forward in his chair. "Allison, your father is a proud man and he 
never wanted that inheritance. Your mother did, but he didn't. He doesn't want 
anything that he hasn't earned and if he'd gotten the money he would have 
resented it and he would have resented your mother for it. It would have wrecked 
their marriage. "

Allison was startled by Arthur's insight into her father and knew he was right. 
He understood people far more than she ever could have imagined before. 

"There was some local controversy about one of the construction projects that 
your father is currently working on, wasn't there?" Compton continued. "The one 
at Woodland Meadows?"

"Yes, " Allison replied. 

"Tell me about it. "

"Some environmentalists tried to block the project, " she said. "They claimed the 
area was wetlands and protected by law. "

"And you assisted the company in overcoming that didn't you?" Arthur said. 
Allison nodded. "Why?" he asked. "Those were your buddies in the environmental 
movement, weren't they?"

"I helped because it was a totally frivolous claim, " Allison said. "That land is 
no more a wetlands than my backyard. They were just trying to block a project 
that would have provided jobs and benefits for people in the area. "

"I see, " Compton said. "So the real world is somewhat more complex than your 
leftist college professors taught you?" 

"Yes, " Allison replied. 

"Was there anything else?" he asked. 

"Just one more thing. Did you love her?"

"Who?"

"Rebecca?"

Arthur sat their quietly for a minute before responding. "More than anything. " 

"But you forced her to do those things. "

"I don't regret that. Not for a minute. I regret cheating on her, which is why 
she divorced me, but not for forcing her into public exhibitionism. " 

Arthur got up out of his chair and walked to the door of the adjacent office and 
opened it. He turned back to Allison and spoke again. "Did you know that Rebecca 
came back to me after our divorce and begged me to force her to get naked in 
public? She missed it. She missed the thrill of it and couldn't bring herself to 
do it on her own. Someday this will end and you'll miss it, too. You're more 
like her than you'll ever know. "

He was silent for a moment and then spoke again. "I'll send Mariana in here in a 
few minutes and you can tell her your decision. " Arthur Compton closed the door 
behind him and left Allison alone. 

Thirty minutes later the door opened again and Mariana walked into the office. 
Without a word she unlocked the cabinet where she'd placed Allison's clothes the 
year before and placed them on the desk. "Will you be needing these?" she asked. 

Allison got up from her chair and walked to the desk. "No, " she said. "You can 
donate them to charity. "

Mariana smiled at Allison. "Very well. I'll draw up the employment contract and 
have it on your desk tomorrow. You can have your lawyer look it over before you 
sign it, if you wish. Congratulations on your new position. I'll show you to 
your new office. "

Mariana Perez was a lovely woman and, after all that had happened, Allison no 
longer had any doubts that she was her grandfather's mistress. 

"You didn't exactly tell me the truth last year, did you?" Allison said. 

"No, I didn't, " Mariana replied. "I'm sorry about that but I was under orders 
from Arthur. "

"And do you take orders from me now?"

"Yes, although if you tried to fire me or ordered me to do something that Arthur 
didn't approve of then I believe he'd overrule it. "

"Then I want you to take your clothes off, " Allison said. 

Mariana blinked several times as if she wasn't quite sure what she'd just heard. 
"What?"

"When you lead me to my new office you'll be dressed exactly as I am now. And 
afterwards we're going to discuss your new dress code. " 

Mariana stared at Allison for a moment and then the edges of her mouth curled up 
into a slight smile. "Yes, Ms. Davis, " she said and began unbuttoning her blouse. 

THE END