Public Nudity/Unexpected ending: naked in the clothing store

"I'm so sorry for coming to work without clothes. Forgive me.", you plead with your boss. "I don't care about that. Why aren't you wearing a name tag? How will anyone know you work here? I know it's hard to find a place for it without clothed but you could have always taped it to your chest or something.". You are absolutely astonished by your boss' response. You can honestly say it's the strangest thing to ever happen to you and that means a lot considering you just walked to work bare-ass naked today. "So, wait, you're okay with me being naked?", you ask incredulously. "I'm not gonna lie", replies your boss, "I was livid when I heard about it. I was going to tell the owners to fire you. But when they heard about it they loved it. They said the company has been struggling to find an image and you inspired them to start a new campaign called 'raw beauty'. What they want to do is put up billboards all over the city with a model wearing only a single item of clothing. Sometimes it's jeans with no top, sometimes it's a sweater and no pants or underwear, and sometimes it's shoes and nothing else. They'll have captions like 'clothes so good you won't wanna wear anything else'. Since you came up with the idea and you're obviously comfortable with being seen naked they were hoping you'd become the spokesperson for the campaign. Are you interested?". Your thoughts are swirling in your head. You find the whole thing surreal. Not only did you get away with going to work naked but the company now wants to pay you to expose yourself to the whole town. "Yes, I accept the offer, thank you!", you say trying to tone down your excitement (though the boss' chair is absolutely saturated by your excitement. If only he knew). "Fantastic!", your boss replies, "feel free to keep working as you are. Some customers might complain but the owners told me that more customers had positive reactions and intend to shop here again. Just don't forget your name tag!". The flood of emotions has made you incredibly horny so for the rest of your shift your pussy stays at full bloom, much to the delight of your customers, many of whom take pictures with you. Eventually it gets to be too much for you and you tell a group of your customers that you'll be right back after a break. One of them, surprisingly, a woman, more surprisingly, says "I know what you're about to do.". "How do you know?", you ask. "Obviously you haven't been paying attention to how your own vulva looks, have you?", she says, "It's kind of obvious what you need. It's okay, you don't have to hide it from us. We'll keep watch and make sure nobody will bother you. Just do what you need to do."

With that, you find a seat near the shoe section and sit down. You start massaging your nippled with one hand and your clit with the other. You even part your legs as a reward to the kind strangers, giving them a nice view straight up your pussy. The boys in the group are completely mesmerized and the girls seem happy for you. Like you scored a huge victory. It doesn't take long before you have the biggest orgasm of your life. Tara, the one who talked you into this, says "There you go. Feel better?". You nod drunkenly.

Five months later: You drive past the freeway a few miles from your house and you see your stunning naked figure on one of the billboards. On there, you are wearing nothing but a belt. Across your chest the words 'Free Spirit Clothing' and on the bottom, covering your pussy, 'Belts to hold your pants up, or just for decoration'. The text makes sure the billboard stays within legal bounds but looking around the letters it's obvious you're naked and not just wearing flesh colored panties. You never realized you looked THAT stunning naked. It makes you think the real crime wasn't the public nudity, it wad covering you up in the first place. You don't have to worry about that right now though. As you park, step out of your car, and head for your TV interview as the spokeswoman for the company, you think to yourself about the advise your mom gave you about imagining the audience naked. But does that still work if the speaker actually is naked? Oh, wait, never mind. You're not naked, you're wearing your company's new high heels. Interesting that they picked an item that requires you to lift your leg to show off.