NIP story – Respectable female bank worker offered a lot of money to parade herself naked in a crowded stadium

Chapter Two: Astonishment

Amy could not help but think about the proposal she had been dealt. She had worked with his accounts enough to know that he always retained just over $100,000 in his charitable trust and often wrote out healthy sized checks to charities, soup kitchens, volunteer organizations and even individuals that he felt deserved some financial assistance. To offer it all to her was overwhelming, and she could not help but think about what she could put such a lofty amount of money towards.

It did not help that they were building a house, and her husband was always lamenting that they did not have the money to buy the basic building materials, much less the higher end products to turn their residence into a showcase home. A gifted carpenter, he had the zeal, motivation and skills to do about anything she wished, but just lacked the money to get the house built quickly. They were patient, but she knew her husband deserved to have the building material at his beck and call since he toiled so hard for her behalf. Every week she felt millions of dollars passing through her hands; in the form of soft, green bills or in long numbers across her computer, yet she was given but a fraction of that for maintaining all of it.

It did not help either that Amy kept herself in shape. With long hours at his job, and long weekends building their home, her husband would fall asleep early to which she would stay up and work out. All week long, Amy had toiled with jogging, joining along in work out videos, and lifted weights to stay in shape and would stand in front of her full-length mirror during cool down periods and look at her fine, feminine form. It was at these moments that Amy would hear Mr. Roberts’s parting words resounding in her head.

“People get to see a beautiful naked woman, while you get fiscally rewarded, allowing for a better lifestyle. Consider it Amy”, he had said.

Now sitting at her seat in the arena beside her husband, she watched as the hockey players began to warm up on the ice. She tried to look nonchalant as she crossed her left leg over her right so that her leg dangled alluring before her husbands’ eyes as she took his hand into hers, interlaced their fingers and hoped her sweaty palm would not reveal that she had a daring plan for the night.

Amy had chosen to wear her husband’s favorite outfit, a bright red dress and matching red high heeled shoes. A garment that was made of Lycra and rather tight, it was a dress she could never wear panties under because it telegraphed through the tight material. She also could not wear a bra as the dress was scalloped in the front enough to require special padding to hold her chest up. With tiny straps that went over her shoulders, as well as being a backless number, it was risqué from those details as well as having a hemline that was closer to her waist then her knees. It truly was the ultimate date-night dress for her husband, which is what they had done previous to the game. With reservations at an upscale steakhouse, Amy was the ever-dutiful wife which of course never bothered her husband, as she graced his arm so beautifully.

Amy was glad she could be the hot date for husband even as she began to carry out her plan, even if it had been a hastily made one. That was because on Thursday her boss had explained to her that he had given Mr. Roberts tickets to the hockey game which included use of the bank’s skybox seats and that she was free to accompany him. Amy was not sure if it was at Mr. Roberts’s request, or if it stemmed from the bank which could place a beautiful lady on the arm of one of their most prominent customers while likewise being a way of saying thank you to Amy for her hard work by granting her expensive and complementary tickets to a much-coveted hockey game. Regardless of which it was, Amy refused, as a plan began to form in her mind knowing where and when Mr. Roberts would be outside of the bank.

Now her plan was playing out, and rather nicely. She had bought tickets to the same game for her and her husband, but had chosen her seats rather carefully. Directly across from the skybox, and up high in the seats, she was confident that she would be lost in the din of fans from Mr. Roberts, but yet could keep an eye on her elite banking customer nonetheless. While the glass was tinted making it hard to see details, from her vantage point Amy could see the man well enough to know it was him, and could make out his movements. It really was all she needed in order for her plan to work. Halfway through the first period, she put her plan firmly into action.

“Hon, I got to go to the ATM to get some money”, she said removing her hand from his and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

“But I got a twenty. That will be enough”, her husband said calling out behind her as the sounds of ice skates skidded and slid across the ice, and the puck echoed and shot through the enormous arena? But Amy pretended not to hear him as she kept walking up the stairs and towards the skyboxes knowing the next time her husband saw her, it would probably be when he bailed her out of jail.

Flashing her bank identification card to the security officer to the entrance to the upper skybox level, she gained access to the elite and privileged floor, her short tight dress certainly helping her endeavor as she did not have a ticket to be there. However, Amy’s plans were simple, when no one was looking, she slipped a laminated sign on the men’s restroom that boldly said. “Closed due to Broken Pipe” and then slipped back down the stairs and waited. She knew it would not be long as she had watched Mr. Roberts far more then she had watched the hockey game, and watched him take several drinks. Within a few minutes she watched as he stepped through the doors that the security officer guarded and headed for the only bathrooms that were open, and ones used by the general public. Poised advantageously outside a custodial closet, Amy slipped inside the unlocked room.

In the privacy of the custodial closet, Amy pulled off her shoes in haste, and then began to wiggle her tight dress off her torso, and then off her hips. Shocked herself at what she was doing, Amy watched it flutter to the floor in a puddle by her feet as she began to pull down her nylons. Doing so quickly was more important at the moment then ensuring the delicate fabric did not get runs in them, and while she certainly got snags in them from her swiftness, she pulled off each one from her feet with the unique fabric making a snapping sound as it did so. Standing in the closet, Amy took a deep breath, her heart pounding through her chest as she forced herself to relax, and then stepped out into the semi-crowded concession area of the stadium headed towards the men’s bathroom, completely naked.

“Oh my God, the woman is naked”, someone cried out. “Wow”, another man said, while still another stated, “Nice”, as his eyes washed over her. There were many more comments then that, but Amy put a smile on her face and walked through the throng of people, seemingly immune to their stares, their comments, and even their camera phones capturing what she had previously only shown to her husband.

Nothing could have been further from the truth as she was well aware of everything she was doing…and showing. Without one piece of clothing on, and a husband who preferred her to keep herself shaven from the neck down, she was showing everyone her fine femininity in all its bareness. In retrospect she had wished she had chosen to wear her high heels though, knowing they would not only have given her a regal look of strolling naked through the stadium with calves stretched tight, not to mention giving her legs a little longer look, but mostly because they would have kept her from having to walk barefoot across the less than clean stadium floor. The floor was dirty and sticky, the casualty of too many drunken men who had spilled their beer on the mundane ceramic white tiles that made up the floor. There were other spills as well, and Amy had a pretty good idea what they were from the smell of beer lurking in the air, intermingling with the smell of popcorn, baked pretzels and hotdogs steaming merrily away in the concession stands. Still she preferred to have soiled soles then to have Mr. Roberts make the claim that with shoes on, she was not fully naked not privy to the pay out he promised her.

“Hi”, she said with a broad smile when a man accidentally cut across her path and she had to stop quick, looking at her in complete shock at her lack of attire. Staring down at her bare chest they locked eyes for a second, Amy being embarrassed by her hardened nipples, her body always telling how it truly felt, and in the throng of people where the air was stifling hot, she was acutely aware that she was telling everyone that she was rather turned on by her exhibitionist act. There was nothing she could do to hide this fact as she side-stepped him and kept walking straight to her intended target even though two men did approach close enough to her to pinch her ample bottom. She flinched with each mildly painful pinch, but forced herself to let them have the privilege, and with total dismay to the onlookers, breezed through the open doors of the men’s bathroom.

Standing in front of the urinal, manhood in hand, Mr. Roberts turned due to the laughs and snickers of the crowd outside, to see Amy standing there, hands on her hips, her left leg outturned so that he could see her sex was not covered, in clothing nor hair, and merely smiled at him. It was a poise she had researched and practiced many times, knowing to face him at in three-quarter view, her back straight and her head held high, she would look confident and unashamed of her nudity.

“Wow”, was all he said as a big grin came over his face.

“I did as you asked Mr. Roberts”, she said watching his gaze go slowly from her feet to that of her hair, pausing at the finer points of her femininity as he did so.

“And your clothes?”

“Back at the custodial closet”, she said knowing he wanted to know how far of a nude walk she had taken while in public. It was only a hundred feet or so, but through the concession area of the stadium and that hundreds of people had seen her.

Suddenly the security guard who had been guarding the skybox entrance doors rushed into the bathroom and stopped short when he saw Amy standing there. Having obviously seen her stroll through the concession area, he had followed her in as it was his duty to curb such behaviors. Yelling at a few patrons to get out of the bathroom, he then turned his attention to Amy.

“Ms, you must get dressed”, he said sternly. “And as you probably know, you are gong to be arrested for this?”

“I know”, Amy said with a nod, and was about to turn towards the accompaniment of the security guard, but Mr. Roberts stopped them.

“She is with me.”

“And you asked her to do this for you”, the security guard inquired, knowing his position within the community as a philanthropist would have serious consequences if he was to arrest what he erroneously thought was his girlfriend.

“In a manner of speaking.”

“Be that as it may Mr. Roberts, she must be dressed.”

“Certainly officer”, Mr. Roberts said, using the respectful title to appeal to his sense of pride, “and she shall…in due time.”

“In due time”, the Security officer repeated, truly questioning his unique choice of words?

“In due time”, Mr. Roberts said again with a grin, reaching into his wallet to produce a few one hundred-dollar bills which he paid to the security officer, knowing the bribe would not be captured on security cameras as they were in the bathroom and off limits by law.

“Make it quick”, he said, appreciating the money as much as Mr. Roberts appreciated the thrill of having such a beautiful, young woman grace his arm while strolling completely naked back through the crowd of the congested stadium.

“I am a man of my word”, Mr. Roberts said as they stepped out of the bathroom and into plain view of the people. “I’ll stop by the bank first thing Monday morning to sign a check for the full amount. And your husband, I assume he gave his blessing for your audacious plan?”

“He is back at our seats, oblivious to all of this actually”, she said laughing as a man in the crowd blatantly held up his phone to take a picture of her daring exploit. Amy just had enough time to smile to show that what she was doing was not under duress.

“I’ll have a stadium attendant ask for his presence in our skybox for the remainder of the game.”

“And my attire in the skybox shall consist of…?”

“Your choice my dear. You did exactly as I asked. To ask any more of you would be out of line.”

Amy thought carefully for a moment wanting to fully appease Mr. Roberts as $100,000 was a lot of money, but nervous at what her husband would say on how she got so much capital. However, there was a realization within her that she liked what she was doing, that Mr. Roberts had been right all along in that the men and women that were watching her walk naked in public, appreciated the act, and that she was thrilled at doing so. More explicitly, she enjoyed being an exhibitionist.

“I won’t need clothes in the skybox”, she said after a moment of thought. “I will have to explain to my husband how I earned the money anyway”, she reiterated as they went through the double glass doors to the skybox with the knowledge that by doing so, she was leaving her clothing in the custodial closet until the conclusion of the game. “Perhaps he will have as much appreciation for my nudity as I now have”, she rationalized?

“No, my dear, you don’t understand. Your husband has had that appreciation all along.”

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