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 ï>¿Barista Liz Enjoys Her New Job! By LuckyDave1066

   Her favorite customer is treated to an off-menu NSFW show!

   Note to readers: Though I hope this submission will work as a
stand-alone story, a few references in this story to an earlier event will
make more sense if you've read the earlier story: "Liz Wants to Earn Her
Reputation!"





   Six months and one change of employer after her daring naked romp all
around the building where her former workplace was located, Liz could
finally look back on that night and laugh.  In the week immediately after
the adventure, she wasn't so comfortable; having to go in to the coffee
shop and work alongside a co-worker who'd seen her naked.  At least as bad
was the teasing and gossiping by the rest of the shop's employees who'd
enjoyed his oh-so detailed description of what she'd done and how she'd
looked doing it.

   Liz had started looking for another job during her lunch break a few
days after her nude jaunt, preferably one where nobody had seen her without
any clothing!  She realized that a fairly large number of people had seen
her at least partially undressed that night, but since most of them had
been pretty distant she decided to just not worry about them and focus on
getting away from the people who'd been treated to a look at her completely
naked body just a few feet away!

   Closing up the shop by herself one night, she recognized a last-minute
customer as a fellow student in one of her creative writing classes;
despite not having seen him in almost two years, after a slight pause she
remembered his name and greeted him, "Hi, Evan, it's been a while!"

   "I thought you looked familiar," he replied, "Liz, right?" She poured
him a coffee and they chatted a few minutes about their respective
struggles to find worthwhile employment in a job market seemingly not
interested in what English majors had to offer.  "I've actually sworn off
dead end jobs for good," he said, "I'm giving being a small business owner
a shot!"

   "That's great," Liz replied, "What are you going to do?"

   "I've already started; Just last week I opened a small bookstore a few
blocks down the street, right at the corner of 8th and Pearl"

   "Oh, wow, I walked by there a few weeks ago and saw the 'Opening Soon'
sign!  That's yours?"

   "Yes it is!" he proudly confirmed, "Come check it out sometime!"

   Evan left and Liz locked up shortly after.  She was thinking it was cool
that he was starting a business.  He was thinking she was at least as hot
as when they'd been in that class together.

   A few days later, Liz left work early, feeling like she'd endured enough
wisecracks about her supposed nudity fetish for one day.  She decided to
check out Evan's bookstore and walked to it.  The sign looked improvised
and temporary, but there were some nice displays in the storefront. 
Stepping inside, she saw a bunch of mismatched shelving units half filled
with books, and two or three small tables, each with four well worn chairs.
The unfinished plywood checkout counter added to the general appearance of
the shop being very much a shoestring operation.  She was about to slip
out, but Evan spotted her and insisted on giving her a tour.

   Evan showed Liz around, admitting that his store was a work in progress
but describing what he had planned.  A circular stair she hadn't noticed at
first turned out to lead to the second floor, where most of the merchandise
was planned to be.  Hearing his ideas and seeing his apparently boundless
optimism, she could imagine it coming together nicely, but she had a few
questions.

   "Why is such a high proportion of the space devoted to books up on the
second floor?" she asked, "And is that winding stair how you're expecting
customers to get upstairs?"

   "I didn't give you the complete tour; there is an elevator near the back
of the building, and I'm planning on having a small area at the front of
the 1st floor being a mini-coffee shop, maybe with a few snacks." he
replied.  "I've got another person lined up to work there but probably need
another part-timer or two; I was actually going to ask if you knew of
anybody who might be interested in working in that part of the place?"

   "As it happens I'm looking to make a change away from being a barista,"
Liz said, "I'd be interested if I could work more in the books part of the
bookstore, just pitching in at the coffee shop side during the busier
times."

   "That sounds good, Evan replied.  Everyone I've talked to about the
coffee shop opening hasn't been available when I'd need them there!"

   Liz spent the better part of that afternoon going over the pros and cons
of switching jobs.  A 10 minute phone call with Evan sealed the deal.  She
sent the regional manager of the chain she was working for an email giving
her resignation and offering to stay on two weeks beyond the current week
to allow time for a replacement to be found and made familiar with the
shop.

   Less than 20 minutes later she received a formal reply email accepting
her resignation, effective at the end of her Friday shift.  That week.  A
very carefully worded reference letter was attached.  She hadn't been sure
if word of her nude jaunt had made it as far as the regional office, but it
really seemed like they were relieved to be rid of her before she did
something scandalous again!

   Liz was excited to start work at the bookstore.  She'd always been an
avid reader, and if she was being honest, having such a small number of
co-workers suited her better than the busier coffee shop where she'd been
working.  Along with her time organizing the bookshelves and helping
customers, she worked a few hours a day serving coffee, almost all during
the morning and evening rush hours or lunchtime.  Even the duties she
hadn't been told about before signing on didn't bother her; she pitched in
to spruce up the space, painting and ripping out the ugly carpeting.

   One unexpected duty she never would have imagined herself doing involved
flipping a couple of heavy duty switches on two large heating and AC units.
She was a bit intimidated by the industrial scale hardware, but Evan
demonstrated the process, explaining that someday he'd get an electrician
to rearrange the wiring to be able to avoid having to make the trip up the
fire-escape style stair at the back of the building to get to the roof and
flip the switches.  He offered Liz her choice of turning the units on
before the 7:00 AM shop opening or off around the 6:00 PM closing time. 
Generally an early riser, she chose the morning shift.

   By the time Liz had been there two weeks her daily trip up the back
stair to the building's roof had become one of her favorite parts of the
day.  Depending on how much before opening time she arrived, she often had
time to relax in solitude before the hum of traffic overtook the chirping
of birds as the dominant sound.  She hauled a folding chair up there and
often read a chapter or two of whatever book she was reading before heading
downstairs to help Sandra, the shop's other barista, get several varieties
of coffee ready for the morning rush.

   The only serious distraction Liz had to deal with during her time
relaxing on the roof was some squealing from a commuter train as it stopped
right behind her perch every day somewhere between 6:35 and 6:40, leaving
with a rumble without fail at exactly 6:50.  The tracks were close to most
of the buildings on the block but angled away toward a main line a block or
two away before disappearing beyond the buildings on that block.

   One day a month or so after she began working for Evan, her car being in
the shop forced her to find another way to get to work; a quick look online
confirmed that there was a commuter rail station within a couple of blocks
of her workplace.

   Sitting at a window seat in the crowded rail car, listening for her
station to be announced, Liz was absentmindedly gazing out the window; she
gasped when the train came to a stop at a station with a familiar name, and
a good view of a place she would never forget!  Though there was nobody on
the roof of her previous workplace to give a sense of what kind of view
she'd given her audience that crazy evening, but the door at the closest
stair enclosure gave her a pretty good idea!

   Liz was still blushing when she stepped off the train two stops later,
thinking, "I still can't believe I stripped naked on that roof!  Seeing
what the view was like for all those people watching me..." Even as she
felt her face glowing, a part of her insisted she had nothing to be
embarrassed about, telling herself, "I was looking for something daring to
do, outside my comfort zone.  Well, mission accomplished, and no real harm
done!" Though still a bit shaken when she arrived at work, she actually
felt a sense of accomplishment.  "Still, not sure I'd want to be reminded
of what I did that night on a daily basis.  I hope my car is back in action
tomorrow!"

   Taking the train back home that evening a bit late after making up for
being late that morning, Liz forced herself to sit on the side of the train
opposite what she'd taken to thinking of as her roof, but she couldn't help
looking that way when the train stopped there.  Watching her fellow
commuters getting on or off, she realized that at least some of them
probably rode this route at this time every weekday.  "It's likely that at
least some of the people around me right now have seen me naked!" she
thought; to her surprise, the idea made her more curious than anything. 
Curious, and more than slightly excited!

   The day after she'd been reminded of her nude stunt at her former
workplace, Liz was a bit distracted as she walked up to the roof; she
brushed against the rusty metal railing, grinding sizable rust stains into
both her blouse and skirt.  She had done similar damage to two other
outfits over the 3 months she'd been responsible for startup of the HVAC
equipment, and didn't want this to be an ongoing problem.

   She asked Evan to do something about the problem with the stair, but had
to laugh when he triumphantly showed her his solution a few days later. 
She'd assumed he would solve the problem at its source, but instead of
doing something about the rust his solution consisted of a gaudy parka
length raincoat, in school bus yellow with vertical green stripes.

   Seeing the doubtful way Liz was looking at the coat, Evan told her,
"Look, I know it's ugly, and it probably wouldn't even do much to stop
rain, but it was either the $9 I spent at the thrift store or a couple
thousand dollars a painter quoted to refinish the stair.  Nobody ever has
to see you wearing the stupid thing, it's just a way to protect you and
your clothes until we can afford to fix things the right way."

   Liz considered the long list of more important things the store needed
to spend money on.  She smiled and put the hideous coat on, doing a lap
around the store, strutting and posing like some kind of model at a
low-class fashion show before hanging it up near the back door, safely out
of sight from anywhere a customer might be able to see it.

   For the next 6 weeks, Liz and the coat made the daily trek to the roof,
and her clothes stayed untouched by rust.  She had an out-of-town wedding
to go to, so she turned the responsibility for the HVAC startup back to
Evan, who wanted no part of wearing the ugly coat.  Noticing how many rust
marks the coat had come up with, he took advantage of Liz being gone to
send it out to be cleaned.

   Returning to work following her mini-vacation, Liz noticed the coat
looking cleaner than it had in weeks when she put it on to head to the
roof. Her trip had been fun, but she was happy to get back to her routine,
cranky HVAC equipment, ugly coat and all.  She even managed to stay upbeat
during the morning rush, working alongside Sandra, who always seemed like
she needed a vacation.  Even when Liz's line was longer customers tended to
choose her line instead of Sandra's, reliably choosing to deal with the
cheerful, attractive, outgoing Liz rather than the borderline sullen,
doughy, and formal Sandra.

   Even though many customers tended to favor Liz, both she and Sandra did
have a few regular customers who were faithful to a specific barista, which
made Liz take note when one of Sandra's most regular of regulars lined up
in her own line instead of Sandra's!  When the elderly man took his turn at
the counter, Liz greeted him in her usual friendly way and asked what he
wanted to order.  He smiled and gave her detailed instructions for his half
caff Americano with oat milk, then as she was handing him the drink he
thanked her, adding, "So nice to see you back, you were missed!" This made
no sense at all to Liz; she was sure she'd seen him in the shop many times,
but was equally sure she had never waited on him, and never noticed him
paying any particular attention to her.

   Picking up on her confusion, the customer introduced himself and
explained what he meant, saying, "My name is Edward, by the way.  I just
meant it was nice to see you and your distinctive coat back in your usual
place on the roof!  My train pauses for a few minutes every morning behind
this building; seeing you always brightens my day, so when for a few days
there was no lovely woman in the bright coat I feared you might be gone
forever!

   Moving from confusion towards mild discomfort, Liz replied, "I've
noticed the train parked on the angled track every morning, but never
realized people in the cars might be watching me!"

   "Oh, you needn't be concerned," he assured her, "there is only stop
before this area, and at that hour there are but a few passengers onboard;
since everyone prefers looking in the direction we are headed, I have
always been the only passenger looking back towards your building."

   "Well, thanks for the reminder that even though it feels secluded, I'm
actually in public when I'm on the roof," she said, "If you don't mind me
asking, why do you choose to turn your back on the direction the train is
headed?"

   "Besides getting to see a pretty young woman going about her business?"
he chuckled, "At my stage of life, most of the good things are in the past;
I tend to prefer looking back at where I've been to facing what my future
holds." He thanked her, dropped a tip nearly equal to the cost of his
coffee in the tip jar, and walked out the door.

   The next morning, Liz started the HVAC units as usual, sat down to read
her book as usual.  Unlike her usual routine, she put her book down once
the train arrived, shielding her eyes from the sun as she tried without
success to see inside the cars near her building.  She couldn't help
wondering if he was really watching her, so she tried doing something
different to see if he commented on it if she waited on him in an hour or
so.

   She stood up and waved in the general direction of the train, then did
her best imitation of a model walking a catwalk, strutting back and forth a
couple times.  She finished her act by flipping the coat wide open to
reveal, as luck had it, one of her most conservative outfits.  The grey
flannel below the knee skirt, white button down blouse and maroon cardigan
she had chosen when she got dressed that morning wouldn't have been her
first choice if she'd been thinking of how best to do something outrageous,
but she thought her silly little unplanned act was enough of a departure
from her usual routine.

   Liz had intended her show on the roof to be more funny than sexy, but
when she saw Edward in her line of customers she couldn't help feeling a
bit nervous.  "What if he took my little act the wrong way?" she thought,
"and what exactly would the right way be?  I did sort of act like I was
going to flash him!  He seems like a nice enough old guy, but he's got to
be three times my age!" Whatever his age, she couldn't help feeling a bit
excited, wondering what he had been thinking when he saw her up on the
roof!

   To her relief, he greeted her ambiguously, but in a way that made it
clear that he enjoyed her act.  "Hello, Liz!  How nice to see you again
this morning," he said with a smile before ordering his usual coffee. 
"Keep up the good work!" he said before leaving, pausing to leave a $20
tip!

   "Okay," she thought as she watched him walking away, "He clearly wasn't
put off by my little act.  It actually seems like he's trying to encourage
more of the same behavior." She kept up with her various duties the rest of
the day, but had trouble concentrating, thinking about what she'd done
earlier.  By the time she finished her shift she'd come to the conclusion
that her silly behavior on the roof was no big deal, especially when
compared to her unclothed stunt at her former job!

   As she finished her breakfast the following morning, she decided she
would take the elderly gent's suggestion that she keep up the good work at
face value, raising the bar for her early morning antics slightly. 
"Nothing too scandalous," she thought, "but daring enough to keep things
interesting!" She dressed in a fairly typical outfit; tan khaki slacks,
paired with a long dark blue chambray boyfriend shirt.  She wore a
mismatched unexceptional bra and panty combination, not putting any thought
to her lingerie because, "Nobody is going to be seeing any of that today!"

   By the time she reached the bookshop, Liz had settled on how she would
greet her new favorite customer.  She let herself in the front door,
walking briskly through the dark store to the small Ladies room.  Once
inside the locked room, she took her slacks off, folded them up neatly, and
placed them in a clean black garbage bag, which she set down next to the
back door, having decided to leave any clothing she wouldn't be wearing on
the roof safe inside the building.

   She looked in the mirror; she thought she looked pretty good, but
frowned seeing how long the shirt was.  "Its not much shorter than the
skirt I was wearing yesterday," she thought, "showing an extra inch or two
of my legs doesn't seem like much of a progression!"

   After a minute or two spent considering her options she went with what
seemed to her, with her customer's train due to arrive soon, like a
reasonable, middle of the road option.  She immediately rejected the look
she was currently showing, and also ruled out going without the shirt
entirely, settling instead on unbuttoning its top four buttons, leaving
three fastened between the hem and her waist!  She liked the look and put
the odd looking coat on, convinced her customer would be pleased!

   She was about to go out the back door to climb the stair when her hatred
of having the unsightly bra she'd picked out at random when getting dressed
so visible gave her second thoughts.  She unzipped the coat and took her
bra off, sending it to join her slacks in the garbage bag!  After a brief
check in the mirror with the coat back on to be sure she was showing
cleavage, as she intended, and not showing either of her nipples, as she
also intended, she stepped outside and started her climb to the roof!

   Liz noticed the parked train already waiting for the all clear signal to
proceed as she was walking up the stair.  She realized she wouldn't have
much time on the roof before the train, and with it her white haired
admirer, rolled away; she would have to decide quickly what she was going
to do or not do for his entertainment.

   She broke out in her catwalk style strut as soon as she set foot on the
roof, pausing briefly to wave to the general area where she believed Edward
was sitting.  After two brisk laps back and forth she stopped, faced the
train, and unzipped the gaudy coat from top to bottom.  She pulled the two
sides apart, showing Edward practically all of her long legs, her mostly
open blouse, and a generous amount of cleavage usually hidden by one of her
36C bras, and a narrow band of her belly, all the way down to her belly
button!

   Less than a minute after Liz opened her coat the train moved away. 
"Long enough for Edward to see what I wanted him to see," she thought, "but
not so long that I was seriously tempted to go any further!" She felt her
pulse racing, both both because of the direction her rooftop appearances
were moving in and her realization that she was seriously entertaining the
idea of appearing on the roof wearing even less clothing than the little
she had left on!  She was so distracted that she forgot the official reason
for her being on the roof at all!  She was halfway down the stairs before
she remembered that she hadn't turned on the HVAC units!

   Liz took her trash bag with the rest of her work clothing into the
Ladies room to get dressed, imagining the reactions she would get if she
just started waiting on customers dressed as she was!  She resisted the
temptation to see if the reality could match her imagination.  She was
fully dressed and ready to sell coffee a few minutes before Evan unlocked
the front door.

   Liz waited on a steady stream of customers while looking for Edward to
arrive.  She wasn't even sure she wanted to see him; if he never showed up
in her line again, the temptation she was feeling to take their secret
morning routine even further could fade away.  When she saw him standing
behind three other customers she was tempted to close her register and go
hide in the Ladies room, but she wanted to hear what he had to say about
the latest act in her mostly improvised play!

   "Good morning, Liz," he said, smiling.

   "Good morning to you, Edward," she replied.  "Are you having a good
day?"

   "An excellent day, thanks.  Better than I was expecting, in fact!"

   "Glad to hear it, I hope the rest of your day is just as good," she
replied with a smile.  She was half relieved, half disappointed to not have
picked up on any suggestion that she should take her rooftop act any
further.  After handing Edward his coffee, she turned her attention to
taking the order of the woman behind him, but out of the corner of her eye
clearly saw him drop a $50 dollar bill into her tip jar!

   When the surge of rush hour business finally died down, Liz was
surprised to see Edward sitting at one of the small cafe tables near the
entrance.  She walked over and asked if he wanted another coffee.

   "No, I was hoping to have a chat with you, if you can spare a few
minutes," he said.

   "Sure, what's on your mind," she asked, immediately regretting giving
him such an opening to talk about God knows what!

   "I just wanted to be sure you did not feel an obligation to be so daring
on the roof just because I like to tip more than the average customer.  I
must say, my morning train trip has never been so enjoyable, I would hate
for you to feel pressured to, to, well you know!"

   "He's actually blushing," Liz thought, feeling her face coloring as she
told Edward, "No problem, really; The only pressure I've been aware of has
been from myself.  You really don't need to be so generous; to be honest
I've enjoyed shaking myself up a bit, and hope I've helped to relieve the
boredom of your commute!"

   "You've certainly done that," Edward said, chuckling.  "I've been very
lucky in my investing, so the tips I give are never a problem for me. 
Unless it makes you feel awkward, I will tip as I do anywhere, in
proportion to the pleasure I've received.  I did have a question about the
outfit you were wearing earlier, if you don't mind my asking?"

   "Okay, sure, why not," Liz answered.

   "When I saw you on the roof today were you not wearing a skirt, or were
you not wearing slacks?"

   Liz smiled.  "I was not wearing slacks," she whispered, pointing to the
khakis she was wearing.  "TOMOROW I'll be not wearing a skirt," she added,
giggling.  She excused herself and headed back to straighten out the
non-fiction area.  Edward left the shop, already wondering what he might be
lucky enough to see from his window seat on the train the next day!

   That night as she set out her clothing to wear to work the next day, she
paused as some doubts about continuing to give Edward ever racier rooftop
shows crept into her mind.  "If I keep this up I might be risking my job,"
she fretted, "after leaving my last job under a cloud, leaving this one
after such a short time under iffy circumstances might make it really
difficult to get hired anywhere!" Her misgivings weren't strong enough to
discourage her, as she remembered what a charge she got from strutting her
stuff, even in the relatively mild PG-13 way of her performance earlier
that day!

   "Anyway, what I've been doing these last few days is way less naughty
than what I did at my old job," Liz told herself, " I can't imagine walking
around in public dressed the way I ended up today, but technically I could,
nothing was showing that would have gotten me arrested, and whatever I do,
I'm doing it for one sweet old guy, not a large random group of people like
before!" Her doubts overcome, she finished setting out her ensemble and got
to bed.

   The next morning Liz got to work a few minutes earlier than usual and
headed to the Ladies room to switch her outfit from her commuting and
workday friendly down to what she had in mind for the shortest phase of her
day.  She took a look in the mirror, thinking her outfit was at least as
nice as any she owned; a fairly short lightweight pleated black skirt, a
red silk button down blouse, a nearly transparent pink silk scarf, sheer
charcoal thigh high stockings, a matched white bra and thong panty set, the
sheerest lingerie she owned.

   Once she'd trimmed her outfit down to what she planned on wearing when
on the roof and put everything she planned to NOT wear away, safe in her
garbage bag, Liz remembered that she'd forgotten to bring the gaudy coat
into the room.  She cracked the door open, looking around and listening for
any sign Evan or Sandra had inexplicably decided to come in unusually
early. While Liz had psyched herself up to be seen by Edward in the racy
state she was in, and was willing to live with the not entirely terrible
possibility that some of his fellow commuters might unexpectedly happen to
sit facing her on her rooftop stage, but she still hoped to avoid the
awkwardness of having her co-worker or boss, or possibly both, see her like
this!

   Once she was sure she was alone, Liz hustled down the hall towards both
the back door, and the hideous but essential coat; she put it on and zipped
it all the way up.  She checked to be sure she'd remembered to slip the
bracelet with the store's keys on her right wrist before letting the door
close, then started up the stair.

   Once at the roof level she made sure to start up the HVAC units before
doing anything else, then looked down the tracks to see if the train was
nearing her.  It was near.  Very near.  She shuddered a bit, thinking
Edward was probably going to be in position to see her in less than a
minute!  She got into her usual starting position for her strut and stroll
back and forth across the roof and began her catwalk as the train screeched
to a stop!

   Knowing nobody could hear her, Liz asked herself, "Are you really sure
about this?" and answered, "Ohhh, yeah!" She sounded more certain than she
felt, but ignored the shivering she was doing and began to unzip her coat.
She paused for a moment when the zipper pull was just slightly lower than
her belly button.  She'd unzipped the coat almost exactly the same amount
the previous day, but had stopped there, not letting anyone see the panties
she was wearing.

   Revising the act she'd done the day before, Liz spun around as she
tugged the pull the last few inches, leaving the two sides detached.  Still
facing away from the train, she slid the coat off her left shoulder.  She
turned her head towards where she imagined Edward would be, then slipped
her coat off her right shoulder.  She straightened her arms and pointed
them toward her feet, letting her coat slowly slip lower, past her shoulder
blades, then far enough down her back to show she wasn't wearing any sort
of top, or even any bra!

   When the collar of the gaudy coat had dropped down to the small of her
back, Liz bent her arms, stopping the coat slightly above the spot where
her back turned into the upper curve of her ass.  Her head to toe
goosebumps and racing heart were enough to make her pause, thinking, "maybe
I should stop before I do something I'll regret; from Edward's angle I
haven't actually exposed anything but my back, so I could still back out."

   She looked down at her uncovered boobs, belly, and the small, neatly
trimmed patch of pale yellow pubic hair above her shaved pussy, all now
exposed but thus far only visible to her; if the engorged state of her
nipples was any indication, any doubts she still had about about showing
Edward her body were being overwhelmed by her desire to finish what she'd
started!

   Liz looked down at her arms, covered only where the coat's sleeves were
bunched up at her wrists.  She thought back to a few minutes earlier, when
she was putting away for safekeeping in the garbage bag everything she
wasn't going to be wearing on the roof.  "Leaving every last thing I was
wearing when I walked in the door this morning in the bag was easy," she
thought, "definitely easier than letting go of the coat now!"

   She looked down at her wrists again, watching them as she straightened
them out, removing the final impediment to her coat giving in to gravity!
The coat slid past her hands; in an instant it was just a crumpled heap of
fabric, barely tall enough to cover her ankles; every bit of her body above
her ankles was exposed to the early morning sun and anyone who might be
looking her way!

   "If Edward is where he usually is at this time of day, he'll know I come
by my hair color the old fashioned way," she said, wiggling her uncovered
ass a few times for his benefit before turning to face him, completely,
happily, proudly naked!  Not wanting to be tempted to cut short this
awesome feeling, she impulsively kicked the coat away, inadvertently
sending it over the edge of the roof!  "Ohhhh, fuck!  That might have been
a little too crazy," she thought, "I can get it back once I go down the
stairs, but the railings barely cover anything, I'm gonna be naked and easy
to see all the way down!"

   Liz continued her show for Edward, strutting back and forth and waving
until his train pulled away.  As soon as his train was out of sight she
hurried down the stair, pausing about halfway down to the alley behind the
store to see if she had reason to worry about being seen before she would
have time to get the coat on.  Seeing a garbage truck approaching but still
fairly far away, she hesitated, thinking about heading back up to the roof.
She didn't know how long the garbage truck would take to get far enough
beyond her store to make it unlikely that its workers would notice a tall
naked blonde woman walking around the alley.

   She didn't know exactly what time it was, but guessed that waiting for
the truck to move on before reaching the pavement and covering herself with
the coat would leave her stranded outside in the nude too long; certainly
well beyond the time she ought to be greeting her first customers.  Even
without counting the time needed to get into her more appropriate work
outfit, waiting the truck out would take too long!  "No way can I go back
into the store like this," she groaned, "I'm already taking a risk going
back inside wearing nothing but the coat!"

   Liz made up her mind to risk becoming a garbage truck crew legend,
hustling down the rest of the way to the alley pavement!  When she
committed to going all the way down despite the presence of the truck she
had no way to know that it wouldn't stop at every business, only the
handful that contracted with its company; by the time she stepped out of
the stair the truck was less than 50 feet away!

   Retrieving the gaudy coat from where it had landed brought her even
closer to the truck; she saw it flashing its headlights at her, and cringed
when she heard its loud horn blaring.  As she fumbled with her coat's
zipper she noticed the two guys working at the back of the truck coming
forward to have a look at whatever the driver was alerting them to.

   With her hands shaking and three men eyeing her naked body, Liz took far
longer to get into the coat than it she normally would.  By the time she
managed to hook up the two sides of the zipper and zip it up the trash
truck crew had come close enough to see her blushing and make eye contact
with her, but they stayed a few steps away and made no move she felt
threatened by.  Other than a few raunchy comments, which she thought almost
inevitable under the circumstances, the three men were amazingly polite. 
She almost felt like it would be rude for her to not acknowledge them, so
she took a bow and wished them a happy day!

   Liz spun around and let herself in the back door of the shop, still
hearing cheering as she stepped inside and pulled the door shut.  She saw
the clock on the break room microwave showing it was already 6:52, but she
heard no sound coming from the front of the store.  "As usual, Evan and
Sandra aren't here yet, Probably a good thing today," she thought, "with me
wearing nothing but the coat!  I have just enough time to get dressed and
get the front door open by 7:00!"

   Liz was confused by not seeing the garbage bag holding her entire outfit
for the day sitting next to the door where she typically left it, but
quickly remembered spending a few minutes in the Ladies room adjusting her
outfit, so she was more annoyed than worried, sure that she'd find the bag
soon.  She looked all around the Ladies room, surprised at not finding the
black plastic bag.  "I must have overlooked the damn bag by the back door
after all," she thought, "since I'm the only person here, it's got to be
somewhere around here!"

   "Morning!" Sandra called out as Liz passed by the break room.

   "Uh, yeah, hi," Liz answered uncertainly; thinking, "how long has she
been here?"

   Before Liz could ask, Sandra explained, "I woke up early and couldn't
get back to sleep, so I gave up trying and came in early.  I didn't see
you, but I figured you were probably up on the roof doing the HVAC thing,
so I just did some cleaning up."

   "What sort of cleaning up?" Liz asked, already bracing for the answer
she was expecting.

   Nothing too big, "Sandra replied.  "I put a bunch of deposit bottles and
cans in their bin, wiped down the break room counter and the inside of the
microwave.  Oh, and I also put a bag of garbage someone left next to the
back door out to the curb in the alley."

   Liz's head was spinning as she heard where every piece of clothing she'd
worn to work had disappeared to, but managed to divert Sandra's attention,
telling her she had to finish a task and asking her to deal with the
earliest customers on her own for a few minutes.  As soon as she had Sandra
occupied she raced to the back door, went outside and looked around for the
bag with her clothes.  There was no bag anywhere near her shop's door, but
she saw the same garbage truck and the same three guys parked and hanging
out no more than forty feet from where she'd last seen them!  A truck
making a delivery at a building a bit further down the alley had them
blocked.

   "Hey, guys," she said as she approached them, "Did you pick up a black
bag at that building?  It wasn't supposed to be thrown out, and I really
need it back!"

   "Yeah, there was a bag, it was the last thing I grabbed before the
delivery truck stopped us," one of the crew answered.

   "Can you hand it over?" Liz asked.

   The driver asked, "What's in the bag that's so important?"

   "If you must know, my work clothes are in the bag.  Can I have my bag
please?'

   The driver replied, "Technically it's not your bag any more; once we've
collected something it belongs to us!"

   "You're really not going to give it back to me?  Seriously?  It never
should have been put out in the first place," Liz asked, "Do I have to call
the phone number on your truck and complain to the management?"

   "You're welcome to try that, but since you're talking to the owner right
now that probably won't accomplish much," the driver replied, grinning,
"But I'm willing to give you the bag, with one condition."

   "I can't believe this, but go ahead, what's the condition?" Liz asked,
fully expecting it to be something too crude for her to agree to!

   "It's simple," the driver answered, "since it seems that you have to get
dressed anyway, do it right here!"

   "You want me to take my coat off and get dressed out here, with you all
watching?" Liz asked, secretly relieved that they hadn't asked to touch
her, or be touched by her in any of the ways she'd been imagining.  "Fuck
it, they've already seen me naked and I just don't have time to bargain
with them," she thought.

   "If I do this, you swear you're not going to just take my coat and keep
the bag?" she asked; seeing the three men smiling and nodding their
agreement, she answered, "Okay.  Sure, I'll do it!"

   The driver took the garbage bag from the back of the truck, astounded
that his joking had actually worked!  He'd been ready to hand the bag over
to Liz when she refused his offer, as he was expecting she surely would,
but he wasn't about to tell her that now!

   A hush came over the three men when Liz unzipped her coat and shrugged
it off her shoulders.  Less than a minute ago she'd been well covered by
the coat and demanding they return her clothes; now she stood before them
without a stitch on!

   "I'd like one of my stockings, please," she asked, her voice cracking.
Without anywhere to sit, putting it on was a bit awkward, but the three men
enjoyed watching as she bent over to work it up her left leg, particularly
enjoying the way her boobs dangled.  "And the other one, please?" she
requested calmly.  When she finally finished rolling the second stocking up
her thigh right she took a moment to smooth and straighten both stockings.

   Liz had planned on getting dressed and in to work as quickly as
possible, but she told herself that whatever order she chose to put her
various bits of clothing on would take pretty much the same amount of time.
She hadn't expected being so thoroughly exposed to be so exciting, but her
racing pulse and goosebumps clearly visible everywhere on her body not
covered by her stockings made her excitement clear!

   "What to put on next?" she wondered, "ah, of course!"

   "I'd like my scarf, please," she said.  The men hadn't expected her
choice, but enjoyed watching her carefully tie the pink scarf.

   "What now," she asked herself, "whatever I choose will cover some part
of me I'd rather have uncovered a while longer.  Unless..."

   "I'd like to have my left shoe." She was sure her choice would make her
audience happy, but no happier than her, she guessed!  She asked for the
right shoe and put it on, then adjusted the buckle on both shoes.  She
wondered if she'd be able to get her panties on over her shiny black pumps,
especially the somewhat chunky heels, but figured she'd deal with that
later if it became a problem.

   Deciding that the only sensible choice of what to put on next was either
her bra or her thong, she chose the thong, which concealed basically
nothing behind and almost as little in front.  Her next choice was her
skirt, for no reason other than that she knew from previous experience that
most guys would count themselves lucky to have an unobstructed view of her
breasts.

   With only her bra and blouse left to put on, her choice was obvious; the
all but transparent fabric the cups of her bra was made of made Liz in a
bra just about as hot as she had been without it.  As aroused as she was,
the sheer fabric left no doubt about the location, size and current state
of her nipples!

   Liz blushed a deeper shade yet when her three man audience broke out in
an enthusiastic round of applause as she reluctantly fastened enough
buttons on her blouse to be acceptable for her workplace.  She picked up
her coat, waved goodbye a second time to her unexpected audience, and went
in to the shop.  She hung up the coat and hurried to join Sandra at the
cafe counter.

   "About time, what took you so long?" Sandra hissed.

   "Sorry, I'll explain later," Liz replied, still thinking about how close
she'd been to having to serve coffee while wearing only the ugly coat! 
"Maybe I'll get lucky and she'll forget to ask why I was late again later,"
Liz thought, "or at least give me time to come up with a believable excuse,
something less indecent than the truth!"

   Sandra eyed her co-worker suspiciously, sure she remembered seeing Liz
earlier without the shoes, stockings, and scarf she was wearing.

   Liz's blush had faded by the time Edward finally appeared in her line of
customers, but neither of them said a word about the fully nude show she'd
put on for him earlier, not wanting to discuss it with other people nearby.
She was stunned to see him drop a folded $100 bill in her tip jar!  She was
eager to get his reaction to her performance, beyond the amazing tip!  Her
goosebumps returned as she approached the table where he sat once she'd
finished with her line of customers.

   "Good morning, Liz," Edward greeted her, "lovely as always!  I'm sorry
to be running a bit late this morning."

   "No problem, Edward, we just got past our morning rush a few minutes
ago," she replied, lowering her voice, "I have to admit, when you weren't
here quite as early as your usual time I was worried that you might have
thought I'd gone too far!"

   A pained expression came over the old man's face as he said, "I'm sure I
would never think anything you might do in the way of what you've so kindly
been doing for my benefit the last few mornings as too extreme!  Your
concern makes me even more sorry that I was delayed this morning;
regrettably, I've been just a few minutes behind schedule all morning,
making me miss my usual train.  By the time the next train came by, you
were gone!"

   Liz frowned, pausing a moment to take in his disappointment, as well as
her own.  Gradually, a warm smile replaced her frown as she told him,
"Then, if it's okay with you, I guess I'll get to do it again tomorrow!"