- Part 1: The Demand - Claire's friends tell her their plans for her night.
- Part 2: The Stripping - Claire's friends force her to strip.
- Part 3: The Front Lobby - Claire's friends parade her and her naked body through the front lobby.
- Part 4: The Restaurant - Claire is forced to eat naked in the middle of a hotel restaurant.
- Part 5: The Finish - A familiar face from the night finishes Claire off.
You can start reading at Part 2, but this opening part has some build up for the rest of the story.
Claire stepped out of the torrential rain into the lobby. In just the few steps that it took from the cab to the revolving doors of the hotel, Claire and her luggage were drenched. She had forgotten to bring an umbrella with her and was already paying for it. She and Chicago were not off to a great start.
The hotel was making up for it, though. Beautiful, colorful flowers ornamented the front lobby, with luxurious furniture arranged in the middle of the floor and a gigantic, majestic chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A thousand times nicer than any hotel she had ever been in. After years of slaving away in law school and crawling up the ladder, she was finally beginning to see the fruits of her labors at the age of 27.
Her eyes ran along the sides of the lobby. Registration was closest to her, on her right, but she could see Melinda’s restaurant on the left, behind the gift shop, the smell of pasta and garlic bread alluring. She realized she hadn’t eaten since before the plane ride from Boston. She considered stopping by and saying hello, but Melinda didn’t know she was here yet and Claire didn’t want to bother her friend. She would have three blessed days to catch up and gossip with her friends, including tonight anyways. Besides, she needed to change out of her dripping travel clothes.
She pulled her things up to registration. A young woman with brown hair and dimples grinned as she approached. “Welcome to the Emerald Hotel. How can I help you?”
“Yeah, thanks,” Claire said, a little out of breath. “Here to check in.”
“Of course. Name and ID?”
“Claire Jackson,” she said. She pulled out her wallet and showed the girl her driver’s license.
“Claire Jackson...looks like you’re in room 313.” The receptionist handed her a keycard and a brochure of the hotel. “Continental breakfast is at 8:00 to your right in the hospitality room. Would you like someone to take your bags up for you?”
“Yes, that would be perfect,” Claire said.
“Of course. Enjoy your stay!”
Claire lingered for a moment at the desk, looking at the brochure and its recommendations of attractions around Chicago.
The elevators were one of those glass elevators you could see through as you rode up and down. Claire suppressed a little giggle as she rode up, feeling like a little kid again who would press their noses to the glass to watch the ground fly beneath them.
As she reached for her keycard, she felt her phone buzz. Putting her card back in her pocket, she pulled out her phone where a message notification ran across the top. It was from Diane
Can’t wait to see you tonight! So excited for this girls’ retreat!
Me too! Diane replied. It’s been too long!
Congrats on your promotion btw!
Thanks! I’m at the hotel now. Room 313 See ya in an hour! <3
It’s going to be an exciting night!
She pushed herself into her room. The suite was spacious, with a couch and tv on one side, a desk on the other, and a bed in the center. A mini-fridge stood on top of the desk. A quick glance confirmed a bottle of champagne.
Claire felt her chest flutter as she pulled out her clothes for the long weekend. This had all been so fast and exciting. She told Diane that she was coming to Chicago for a conference, and Diane immediately got Melinda involved, who then contacted Bella. Melinda and Diane lived in the suburbs of Chicago, and Bella was in town for a family reunion. Suddenly, there was a girls’ retreat planned in less than 48 hours. Secretly, Claire wished Bella wasn’t coming, but Melinda was best friends with her, and Melinda was doing a lot to let them stay at her hotel—or, at least, at the hotel where her restaurant was—so Claire decided she could tolerate Bella for a few days.
Claire grabbed a glass and some champagne. She pulled off her pants and sat on the bed om her dry underwear. The party would start soon, but she wanted to take a moment to relax. Sitting out in a big room without pants made her feel a little excited, even a little naughty. It reminded her of her college days. She giggled, thinking of her days when she felt a little exhibitionistic. Those days were long gone, but the memories of her running across the campus topless or not wearing panties to class would stick with her forever.
The bed was a huge king-size bed. She figured she could spread out her entire body and not be able to touch the corners. She poured herself a glass and took a sip. The liquid went down the wrong pipe, and suddenly she was coughing. She tried to keep her hand still, but she still spilled champagne on the bed.
She stood up, worried for a moment. There was a damp spot on the bed, but it didn’t look too bad. They cleaned up the bed regularly. It should be fine.
With her worries eased, she finished up her glass and set some clothes out on the bed. She needed to take a shower before the girls showed up and change into attire more appropriate for the night.
She peeled off her damp clothing and jumped into the shower. The warm water felt nice on her skin after being in soggy clothes for the past half hour. She stepped out and looked at her nude body in the fogged-up mirror. She admired her small but perky breasts and her flat stomach with no rolls but grimaced at her tiny butt. She was always self-conscious about her rear-end, and the feeling that people were always looking at it. In the courtroom, she almost never turned her backside to the jury or the judge if she could help it.
She wrapped a white towel around her midsection and toed her way out of the shower. A knock at the door. She jumped. Room service? Who was knocking at her door?
She tiptoed to the door, holding her towel at the hem near her chest. She peered through the peephole. Melinda grinned through the door, waving like a little girl. Claire chuckled to herself. Melinda had never grown out of her little-kid phase. She was the baby of the group, and they all loved her for it.
She reached for the doorknob to let her friend in, but hesitated. She was wearing only a towel. Maybe she should put some clothes on first? She shrugged. She trusted Melinda, and it’s wasn't like Melinda hadn’t seen her in a bikini before, and the towel covered more than that.
“Clarie!” The blond-haired girl jumped in and wrapped her in a big embrace, seeming not to notice Claire’s state of undress. “It’s so good to see you!”
Claire laughed. She felt the towel loosen slightly, so she tugged on the edge to tighten it back up and.
“Oh!” Melinda said, noticing the towel first. She giggled, blatantly letting her eyes run up and down the length of Claire’s body. That was Melinda. Very open about what she was thinking. She was refreshing that way, Claire thought. “You look good!”
Claire blushed. “I try to keep my body healthy. Practicing law takes a lot of work!”
“Well, running a restaurant definitely does not make eating healthy easy,” Melinda said with a laugh.
“It looks like it’s going well, though,” Claire said. “I saw it coming in, but it looked busy. Did Diane tell you I was here?”
Melinda nodded. “Yeah, she did. I’m really enjoying running my own business. It’s not quite the Kimpton, but it’s mine.”
She paused for a moment, just enough to take a breath. “And congrats on your promotion! You’re a big fancy senior lawyer!”
Claire blushed again. “It’s nothing.”
“We’ll have to celebrate!”
“No, this is about you guys! I want to have fun!”
Melinda grinned. “It’s going to be an exciting night!”
“What?”
“I said it’s going to be an exciting night!”
Claire laughed. “That’s exactly what Diane said.”
“Well, it’s true!”
“Here, there’s champagne in the fridge. Why don’t you take a break and I’ll go change?”
“Sounds good!” Melinda said.
Claire went back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She had an image of Melinda jumping into the shower and scaring her but dismissed it. They were all wild girls in college. They were all friends with Melinda, and Melinda and Bella had both been on the volleyball team. But they had all matured and become respectable adults now. No weird pranks anymore.
They were planning on eating at Melinda’s restaurant, which was a higher-end Italian restaurant, so Claire wanted to be presentable, even if it was with friends. She pulled on a set of lacey white bra and panties, followed by a white blouse, a black skirt, and suit coat. Finally, she pulled out a pair of glossy black high heels. Not so high to be obnoxious, but with enough height to show off her smooth legs. She didn’t like how they made her butt stick out, but it completed the look. Finally, she put on some makeup. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone, but she wanted to feel pretty.
“Diane!”
Her best friend stood up from the couch, opening up her arms in a hug. The girl, just younger than her, was a brunette with just the slightest of red in her hair in the right light. Claire thought it incredibly sexy, but Diane never cared for it.
Diane took a step back. “Man, Claire! You look fine!”
Claire blushed again, for the third time in the past hour. “You all keep saying that!”
“But it’s true!”
As they sat down, Claire noticed a green bag by Diane’s feet. “What’s that? I thought you weren’t staying at the hotel?”
“Oh, just some things to change into. I just have a date after this. I probably won’t be able to stay much longer after dinner.”
“Oooh a date? Tell me all about it!”
Diane blushed. Nuh-uh. I remember what you did to Bella when she told you about her crush.”
They all laughed. “Oh, it wasn’t that bad!” Claire said.
“Are you kidding me?” Melinda said. “You pulled her shirt off in front of her crush! She was so embarrassed standing there with just her bra.”
“I was just playing! Besides, she laughed about it afterwards.”
Diane shrugged. “Well, sorry for bailing on you guys so soon, but I’ll totally be ready to party these next couple of days. I’ve so been looking forward to this.”
Melinda grinned. “It’ll definitely be an exciting night!”
Another knock on the door.
“That’s gotta be Bella!” Melinda bounced up from her seat and ran to the door. She swung it open, squealing at the sight of Bella. Looking at the two of them, Claire could see why the two of them had been on the volleyball team in college. Nearly four inches over both her and Diane, they towered over them. Melinda was a little stringy, but both her and Bella were very athletic, but Bella was built more broadly than Melinda.
Bella’s eyes fell on her. “Hey, Claire.”
“Hey, Bella. How it going?”
“Going good. You?”
“Well, I got the promotion, so pretty good!”
A tension in the room that Claire wasn’t aware of dissipated. It had never been quite clear if Bella had forgiven her for the prank, and eventually they both just kind of silently agreed not to talk about it. They were friends, but sometimes Claire wasn’t sure how good of friends they were.
“Speaking of which, tell us about your new job!” Diane said.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I’ve just got more responsibilities now, and I have more control over which cases I take on now.”
“Plus, you get paid more,” Melinda said.
“Well, yeah. I mean, I pretty proud of it for the accomplishment of it, not just the money. I’m pretty young to get such a good position at the firm. I had to work hard.”
Melinda nodded. “We’re proud of you.”
“Please, I don’t want this retreat to be just about me.
“But we want to celebrate! And we thought a good way to celebrate how far you’ve come would be to visit some of your past experiences. You were quite the exhibitionist in college. Maybe we could do that again?”
Claire blushed again at the thought of streaking down Michigan Avenue. What was up with her blushing all the time today? She normally never got this embarrassed. There was something about her friends that completely brought her defenses down. “Well, that was a long time ago. I don’t think-”
“We’re going to strip you naked, and you’re going to let us,” Bella said.