Nude and Unprotected, Chapter 2
Once again, Jarukka found herself behind the counter of her family's armor shop, doing her best to focus on the endless paperwork. But, her efforts were for naught as more and more customers approached her, asking questions both practical and absurd. It wasn't that she minded their attention - after all, maybe they truly had questions about fitting watermelons in breastplates or were trying to be supportive of their naked employee.
But, it was more likely they were all flocking to get a glimpse of the muscular orc's beautifully exposed body. Her long red hair, big breasts, tight stomach, and succulent pussy were well within view of all who entered the store. Jarukka was in a helplessly enticing position at the counter, with her luscious derriere facing the front door, greeting every new customer with a stunning view of her anatomy. And she had no qualms about it; after all, she was more than happy to show off her shapely physique and the array of piercings that adorned her body.
As the number of customers continued to grow, so did their suggestive glances and remarks. Jarukka was anxious and shy but gradually gained confidence with each passing minute. Looking back at her customers, she bared her body, offering them a fully nude view, revealing a sumptuous breast and ass that received even more lewd looks and comments. Her nipples stiffened, and she giggled at the attention as she served them one by one.
"So, this set has how many enchantments?" Inquired the axe-wielding orc.
Jarukka handed him the book and read aloud, allowing the warrior to gaze solely at her breasts. Once he'd finished, he questioned again, compelling her to present another description - a generous display of her body. One after another, customers made their way through the store, observing Jarukka's figure while attempting to forget about the armor they came for.
"What's wrong, boss?" She turned to Mr. Smathblick with a furrowed brow.
"You're up to no good!" He scolded. "The customers are talking to you instead of buying wares. Finish this plate and put it aside. You are to clean the shop - it will leave the customers captivated without letting them ogle your body too much."
Arms crossed, Jarukka pondered the tedious task of cleaning the shop she had previously avoided. Although she yearned for the continued attention, such a menial task hardly compared. Finally consenting, she bid the dwarf farewell and went to retrieve her cleaning supplies. Instruction from the store owner certainly made her move faster.
"Hurry up!"
Jarukka snapped into action and saluted her boss before entering the broom closet.
In no time, Jarukka stationed herself in the center of the room, mop in hand and bucket at her side. She cleansed the hardwood floors with utmost care, ensuring not a speck of dirt remained. Lucky for her, she found the activity pleasurable, as the cool, wet floorboards felt so soft to her naked feet. Furthermore, she imagined everyone in the store caught a glimpse of her incredible figure in action. Not only that, but with every glance she received, her confidence grew - while tips might not be an option, the joy this brought her far outweighed any monetary compensations.
To up the ante, she decided to give the customers an even better show. Sliding the rag off the mop's handle, she crouched by the bucket and bent over, aiming her clean cloth towards the floor. But, with her backside high in the air, the men around her couldn't help but stare below her waist. She graoned with discomfort as they gazed, but couldn't resist reveling in it, knowing they couldn't stop thinking about it. The amorous bunch continued their admiring enthusiasm, all admiring Jarukka's showmanship.
Jarukka emitted a small shout, ferociously wiggling her bottom as if showcasing appreciation towards her admirer. Some females might consider this treatment undignified, but the orc couldn't care less. She savoured this moment of blissful, intimate interaction with her viewers. Some extra spanks arrived as she continued working, one belonging to the puzzled drow girl who still struggled with the decision of choosing a bikini, delivering a tantalizing side performance as she sauntered around the premises sporting barely-there thongs and chainmail bras.
Apparently, Jarukka's reputation was already making herself apparent. All she could hope for was that her healing benefits would encompass a swollen bedside in legal professional terms.
"Phew", said Jarukka whilst rising, wiping moisture from her forehead.
At long last, she had accomplished her goal, and the floor now glimmered with an intensity similar to her below-the-waist area after encountering the knight's digits. Going naked manifested significant advantages for the green-scaled creature, enabling her to operate without getting overheated. However, the fervent sexual sensations permeating her body made it challenging to focus on her work, since Mr. Smathblick wasn't likely to grant her a break to climax.
Jarukka contemplated stratagems, so she brandished her bucket, filled to the brim with pure water from the backroom, and prepared to pour it upon her hefty figure. Smathblick forbid such actions indoors. Consequently, the orc mustered courage and left the premises, stealthily darting out the back door in order to enjoy her own private shower.
"Enjoy it quickly!" her stern boss demanded, smirking at the orc's jiggling derriere.
Privacy was absent here, with only plants to conceal her naked body. Regardless, the orc trembled with anxiety combined with thrill as the warm summer winds caressed her skin. Surprisingly, the cold gusts silenced her sensual arousal, each icy droplet showering her wetted form. Exposed and drenched to the bone in more ways than one, Jarukka stretched her shoulders out and inhaled deeply, relishing the setting.
"Done?" the tomb-like dwarf voice called out.
"Ready to return!" Jarukka declared, but her heart raced and limbs vibrated in fear of being exposed and wrongly clothed.
Following a swift return indoors, Jarukka's energy levels soared and she was itching to clean the shelves once more. She persevered with her chores, her body swaying provocatively as she carefully wiped down the displays via an assortment of positions, her denuded form wobbling with every stroke.
As she tackled the armor racks akin to nearby show windows, she recognized that she'd be exposed to the public. Normally, her nudity would be concealed by the armor exhibits, however, as she drew near the shop's entrance, she could not avoid coming just close enough to put them within reach. The fear of unintended onlookers gawking at her led to a fascinating mix of anxiety and excitement.
"That's enough," Mr. Smathblick said with a rare chuckle. "Now, clean the actual windows."
"W-what? The LOCAL people will see me... Naked!" Jarukka anxiously inquired, her eyes wide with fear.
A new wave of throbbing arousal consumed her crotch, sensing a bevy of strangers lying in wait on the streets, staring directly at her exposed figure as she addressed them through a solitary, translucent pane. Desire for exhibitionist thrills inadvertently overcame the trembling green-scaled girl.
"Oh indeed, and remember, advertising duties fall under your employment agreement, so hurry," Mr. Smathblick concluded, possibly remembering his raised hand, "clean those windows!"
Thinking about the countless citizens likely to encounter her nudity terrified Jarukka as much as her boss' vicious palm, so she frantically rushed to the storage unit, taking the necessary accoutrements to perform her task.
"Definitely..." the green-scaled girl uttered breathlessly, suddenly noticing the impending perils unique to her job.
Minutes later, onlookers spotted a peculiar figure with a daring maroon mohawk heading to one of the windows, bucket in hand. An orc was creeping up, wetting the rag slowly as if it were a delicate cloth. She pondered for a moment before inhaling deeply and moving toward the window. The tingling sensation between her legs intensified.
"What the heck, they'll see everything regardless," said Jarukka to herself, sporting a smirk.
This was nothing like before. There was no hiding behind armor; Jarukka now had to steer clear of it instead and face the street in all her naked glory. Her breath quickened as numerous passersby turned their heads, taking their time to take in the view. The orc woman attempted to focus on the glass, but her thoughts swiftly wandered, now imagining the bustling city road's crowd eyeing her like a prize on display. Jarukka's full, natural body, bathed in the orange glow of sunset, caught the attention of everyone as her generous breasts nearly touched the glass and her exposed pussy was in full view.
The audience was plentiful and home to individuals from all walks of life. Mr. Smathblick had strategically set up shop in a market district frequented by residents and visitors from across the town and beyond. Merchants, laborers, villagers, and regular townsfolk with their families stopped to watch the show. Jarukka's nude, muscular form was certainly a sight to behold. With the orange rays of the setting sun bathing her, her large breasts seemed to dance with their bouncing movements.
At first, Jarukka approached the windows where there was less sunlight and bigger armor racks, fearing she'd draw the attention of the entire street. But, her attempts were in vain, and she concluded she had to clean the entire window display. So, the orc became more daring, standing near empty armor racks, facing the crowd directly, and then perching on the windowsills to stick out her bare feet, flaunting her body for everyone to see.
Onlookers pointed at her, laughed, and made comments. Jarukka couldn't decipher their words but presumably it was something risque or vulgar. To engage her audience, she began waving, smiling, and even blowing air kisses to the men she found attractive. Her window had become a full exhibition, drawing a group directly under it, chasing away customers from nearby shops. She mixed business with pleasure, squatting on the windowsills to reach lower areas and springing up to clean the tops.
Some entrepreneurs were thoroughly riled up by this, viewing it as an unwelcome competition. A nearby shop owner who operated "Witches' Wishes" became so incensed that he resorted to using his own magic, disrobing his witch model instantaneously, casting her naked with just a hat and broom. The tall, busty brunette was a promising attraction, too, but she immediately hid behind her boss in embarrassment. This earned some laughter and smirks from onlookers but still didn't detract from Jarukka's main performance.
Basking in the heat of the moment, Jarukka became aware of the ecstasy twirling within her. She filled the rag with water and squeezed it all over her bare chest and abs, making her body sparkle with white foam. The crowd cheered, encouraging an erotic show of a naked orc cleaning windows with her own body.
Then, as they continued to behold the sight, Jarukka turned around and continued with her backside. Her soap-covered posterior impressed some who popped into the store in awe, while others crowded the window for a better look. One person even stuck his tongue out to kiss her through the glass, resulting in the orc shaking her behind right in his face. This was undoubtedly a memorable exhibition, thought Jarukka coyly. A shame her knight was absent for such a show. The orc hoped her knight would arrive soon enough so she could repay the undeserved humiliation with ample sexual gratification.
Feeling the fire rising within her, Jarukka held the wet rag and slapped it on her chest, cleansing the glass with her naked form. This time, her breasts jiggled as the water droplets flew, so it seemed as if they were rubbing against the window. Next, she chose to squat down, leaning over on her arms to reach lower areas. Finally, she leapt up, cleaning the higher part of the glass with the same gusto.
Jarukka, soaked in foam and determined, continued her work, oblivious to the crowds drawing closer and expecting more. She rolled her breasts across the glass, cleaning it thoroughly with her full, perky nipples quite visible beneath the foam. Then, the orc deliberately swiped the rag through the cleft between her legs, thoroughly spreading the soap all around. Taunting bystanders favored the rear view to appreciate every inch of her curvy backside as she continued her job.
One gentleman, unable to resist, even protruded his tongue out, trying to touch her through the glass with a length of fabric, and Jarukka mischievously jiggled her behind toward his face. This was certainly an exhibition unlike any other.
"Okay, that's good enough," the boss' voice cut through the cheering crowd like a bolt of lightning, "if you rub your ass on that glass one more time, it'll shatter. Why don't you help that drow gal in the changing room? Make sure she buys something for all the ruckus she's causing in here all day."
Jarukka's grin disappeared quickly. She was having a great time, but now she had to switch things up and go to a small, secluded room? Well, she couldn't disobey orders, so the orc couldn't say no. Plus, it would be silly to stay longer and cum all over the windowsill and the glass... So, with a bow like a jester, Jarukka bade farewell to her spectators, turned around, and bowed again with her back, giving them a final look at her derriere, before skipping off to the store, with compliments and even applause following her.
When Jarukka finally arrived at the changing room and closed the curtain, she was greeted by a naughty look and a grin from Sarla. The blue-haired drow was standing there too, naked and feeling the warmth of a gas lamp on her deep-colored skin. Sarla was pretty fit, but quite different from the orc. The elf was thin and limber, her small breasts and tight tush perfect counterparts to the girl's petite form.
"It looks like you've been having fun out there," Sarla teased, folding her arms across her tiny chest.
"I was just doing my job," Jarukka chuckled, "it's not like I was playing with myself or something!"
"No," Sarla winked, "but your new look really inspired me. I was considering going naked from now on, but I want to buy something to thank you for all your performances. So, I'm going to go half naked this time."
"Hmm, wait here, I think I know what you'll like," Jarukka snapped her fingers and headed to the back rapidly, excited to make another sale.
Sarla watched the orc's round ass bounce out of the room with a pleased gaze, even forgetting to pull the curtain back and leaving herself fully exposed to other customers. Not that she minded too much; the dark elven culture already had a lot of female exhibitionism, and this was just another example Sarla couldn't help but join in on!
Jarukka came back a moment later with a bizarre bikini set. It looked more like a length of rope than a bikini. Even light elves who loved the sun wouldn't be caught dead in something like this... And that's exactly why it was perfect for now.
"This was made as a joke, I think, but it's still functional," the naked orc explained with a hint of embarrassment, "uh, as functional as something like this can get."
Sarla carefully took the string bikini and inspected it, then put it on. The triangles did little to cover her nipples, leaving a stunning outline of her breasts. The bikini left Sarla's ass completely bare, showing off her tight, firm butt. The other customers applauded once again. Most of them were Jarukka's audience, so Sarla's skimpy bikini was an added bonus.
"This is the one!" Sarla exclaimed. "It's almost hotter without it... Almost."
"Another satisfied customer!" Jarukka shouted happily as she led Sarla to the front desk. Mr. Smathblick nodded in approval.
Later, as the day wound down, the naked orc was ready for some time with the man who'd come to rescue her. As soon as he opened the door, she'd jump into his arms and start making out, letting his tongue explore her mouth while she ripped off his armor. Oh, she had thought about this a lot.
The rest of Jarukka's shift passed quickly as she chatted and joked with her new fans. She still remembered to sell them the most expensive plate armor and chainmail, though. After all, she was still on the job, if her unruly thoughts and saucy dreams were far from it.
As the day drew to a close, the orc was ready for some attention. Waiting behind the counter, Jarukka turned her gaze to the store's entrance, waiting for her knight to appear. As soon as he walked in, she'd jump into his arms, kissing him with all her heart and stripping him of his armor.
But it was now time to close, yet Alrian and Jarukka's outfits seemed to have vanished. As the last clients left, carrying their new gear, Jarukka's arousal switched to concern. She had made a promise to come back and buy that armour set, so what could've gone wrong? In her terrified state, the orc even tried to open the front door a little to see if Alrian was approaching. All she heard were a couple of drunken jokes and laughter from passersby, but no sign of the knight.
They waited and waited, making Mr. Smathblick cranky once more, itching to shut down the shop because it was way past closing time already. Suddenly, Jarukka heard an odd sound from one of the windows - a pigeon was pecking at the glass. Before Mr. Smathblick could shoo it away for damaging his property, the orc recognized it as a post pigeon and snatched the mail from its claws. The handwriting was confident but elegant; it was definitely from him!
Dear Jarukka! My apologies for not making it today. I got back to the inn, only to find a high-risk, big-reward quest, and I could not pass it up. I hope the armour will still be here for me to buy tomorrow, along with your clothes. I'm sorry for not bringing your clothes back as well, but honestly, you look far better without them in my opinion.
"Oh no!" The orc gasped, "He's not returning, boss. What are we going to do?"
"We're gonna shut down and wait for him to come by tomorrow, that's what. Now scram, the golem's the only one allowed to stay over here." Mr. Smathblick pointed towards the door.
"But, boss..." Jarukka hesitated, holding back her previous arguments since she knew her boss would never deal with someone else's troubles so deeply. "I can't go back home without clothes..." She thought about how far she lived and how filled the streets were with people. It was manageable here in the shop, with kind, protective golem looking out for her, but walking like this among hundreds of townsfolk, half-naked and unprotected... Jarukka couldn't bring herself to face that.
"You're gonna have to, unless you wanna wear this cloth forever," Mr. Smathblick grumbled, pointing at the door.
"... okay," Jarukka sighed, her mask of confidence slipping. "Anything you could lend me...?" She nervously glanced at the boss, who had a mysterious gleam in his eye. "... to promote the shop..."
"Oh?" Mr. Smathblick was suddenly struck by an idea. "Let's see what we have in the back..." His brows furrowed as he entered the storage area. The nudie remained in the shop, hopeful.
"Please, something I could wear? To prevent the townies from staring?" Jarukka begged, wondering if she'd be able to find something that could cover her spandex-clad figure.
"Uhuh," Mr. Smathblick murmured to himself, disappearing further back. "Something that won't leave you virtually naked on the streets tonight..." He sounded busy, but not displeased.
The nudie brimmed with excitement as she realised someone would help her out after all! What would she wear? She had no clue; it could be anything really.
Jarukka wandered the main street, bathed in the glow of the lanterns, her body exposed to all. Ire replaced any remaining confidence she had. She was about to give up when she spotted the hilarious spectacle - her bare body covered in white letters on her front and back that proclaimed "HOT & METAL". It was perfect. Although her nipples were hard, and she was wet, it worked to deflect attention from her body and made her seem more artful and unique. Some thought she was protesting, while others saw it as an artistic performance; some even deemed it an advertisement. The prying eyes traced the letters and focussed primarily on them, and she became a flicker of attention. It was a strange combination of shame and amusement on the nudie's part when a few smartasses slapped her butt, assuming she needed a massage for her "sore backside." Back when she thought she needed to cover herself for shame, the golem's hand had been a comfort and a saving grace. Now, with her circumstance, she had to endure their idle touches just to avoid their buy-off chatter. Seeking relief, Jarukka agreed - which was wise considering her insurance had a portion to cover 'sore backsides'.
Jarukka's cheeks glowed pink, and her legs felt stiff as she walked towards home. Despite the stares around her, she didn't try to hide or flee. Instead, she walked with her hands by her side, as if this entire incident was her choice. The more she passed by the town square, the more gazes she attracted. A small grin appeared on her lips as she revealed the truth behind the challenger's boldness with her sparkling eyes.
The bizarre dash she undertook today felt shocking, perilous, and downright erratic, yet it was a sensation that Jarukka had never felt before. Her picture of a stern and intimidating toughie bygone, replaced by her brazen nakedness, shifted her self-image in ways she never could've imagined ahead of time. Strutting past her viewers, struggling to conceal her impulse, Jarukka understood that this new curiosity would undoubtedly modify her future.
Moreover, Mr. Smathblick made one hard-and-fast rule in the interest of boosting profits. As of tomorrow, it was mandatory for Jarukka to continue working without any clothes on.
THE END
