The Promotion

[mikewozere]

At least you've picked it up again, so many good stories are left unfinished. Looking forward to reading more of Hannah's humiliation.

[skillbox]

It couldn't be happening, yet it was. Niya realised she'd made a cascade of bad decisions and looking back; she had no idea why she'd agreed to any of this. Even now, she could go back in and put back on her clothes. Then while fully dressed, she could take the train to her apartment and forget this day ever happened. That was something she could do.

Then why had her feet already begun moving to the street? She hated her stubborness as much as her parents did at this moment. God, she hoped they never saw this. As Niya calmly strutted towards the door, her ass grabbed the attention of everyone in the cafe. She saw the cameraman with a nicely dressed woman next to him through the window. With a quick internal calculation she decided if she walked straight then at least nothing would be shown on camera. They surely couldn't show any nudity on daytime TV, anyway? She told herself that but it did nothing to dim the dark hue on her cheeks.

"Ah, ah!" The reporter called out, trying to grab her attention, "The woman herself! I suppose you've heard all possible jokes at this point." She gave a quick genuine smile.

Niya supposed that she was trying to be reassuring and to calm any nerves that she might of had, but it didn't work. No matter how kind the attitude, she would still look forwards and see the cold harsh glare of the cameral, recording her tall nude body only covered by a small cloth, with gaps which exposed dark skin to all eyes nearby. The cameraman and reporter weren't the only ones paying attention to Niya. Countless people walked by on the street, getting a good glance of her uncovered bum. Not to mention those still in the store. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run away- but... She was a professional. Something that she very much didn't feel like, as her bare feet pattered against the cold street.

"So, hi! I'm Amelia and the cameraguy here is Blake..." Amelia went through introductions, asking Niya if she was good for a short interview. Niya just... Nodded. Thoughtlessly. She'd hit an amount of shame she didn't think was possible.

The generic questions were asked, as the camera was aimed at Niya's body. Amelia was friendly and didn't seem to have an ultieror motive. Though at one point she rested a hand on Niya's shoulder which reminded her just how vulnerable she was.

"And that's it! You cool if we take some shots for the segment? Just video to play under our audio."

Niya cringed. Would she really agree to this? She'd agreed to everything else. Was this the limit? To almost invite nude pictures?

Without her brain activating, she responded, "Y-Yes. That's alright."

"Aw. Don't be so nervous! You look gorgeous, Niya!" Amelia said, "Seriously. You look good. You should feel good too. Anyway, just start giving out free samples with a big smile! Blake here will do the rest!"

Niya absolutely did not feel good. She almost felt like puking. But without thinking, she again started handing out samples. Butt arching as she leaned over to hand coffee. She noticed out of the corner of her eye, Blake moving to the side. With a shot of her black butt, up in the air, now recorded. All Niya thought was, please, let this just end already.

After a few minutes of handing out samples, Amelia gave a thumbs up, "Hey! If you want to see the section, it'll be on tomorrow!"

"I... Won't watch it." Niya said, fed up with this whole situation. And saying the first real thing she had all day.

It took a bit for Amelia to respond, at first giving a frown before laughing, "No. You know what, that's fair! Still, good luck with all this, Niya! You're a real champ."

Niya absolutely did not feel like a champ. Though the interview was over and... That was enough. This had gone on long enough. What the fuck was she even doing? With a strange amount of resolution, she moved forwards towards the coffee shop. Ass still hanging out.

She was going to get dressed. She was going to go home. And she was going to quit this fucking job. Why the hell had she done any of this? To prove what? That she could embarrass herself? That she was the best goddamn coffee shop employee ever? She'd proved both of those points and more. It was time to put an end to this nightmare. Niya was finally thinking rationally.

Lost in her thoughts she smacked open the door to the coffee shop, making a sharp noise. All eyes were already on her. It took her a while to notice that something got stuck in the door during her almost ragelike state. A string to the apron had got wedged in the door. Lifting the apron up as she moved forwards. Showing everything to everyone in the coffeeshop.

She was absolutely quitting this job.

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Epilogue

Niya tried to keep out of social media for a while. She never really used it in the first place, so she found it easy to avoid any comments about her. Though Joe had laughed himself silly on their last drink together as he mentioned he did have a photo. She demanded that he not show it to her. Ignorance is bliss, after all. Hannah had tried to get in touch with her, but Niya didn't bother responding. She didn't really like that woman, honestly.

Niya also did as she swore that day and left the job soon after. Though her employee had urged her to stay after her amazing performance for the brand; even offering the almost promised promotion and a raise. She didn't really want either of those, though. Niya wanted something different. So what was next?

Well, whatever it was, she'd be wearing more than an apron. And maybe she'd get a promotion there.

[Eoworfindir]

Hey I just wanted to say thanks for the story, I enjoyed reading Niya's adventure! And I hope you write some more stories.