Restored story from the original ENF CMNF site, originally written by Roxanne13579. In this story, a young brunette finds a restaurant where they are required to dine naked. She is so intrigued by the idea of dining there that she can’t stop thinking about it, visits the restaurant, and thoroughly enjoys the experience.
“Chez Louise” by FoxyGirl-Roxanne
Part 1
Erin yawned. It had been another boring day at work. The monotony of her days was starting to get to her. She was only 25 years old but if this was gonna be what the rest of her life looked like, she was not looking forward to it.
Every day, she woke up early with a cup of coffee, went to work, sat in her cubicle and stared at her computer screen until her boss called her. Then in the evening, she was usually too tired to do anything for herself. Tonight was just such a night. She had just gotten home, fed her cat, turned on the TV, and plopped on her couch while sorting through her mail.
She didn’t actually watch television, but it gave her some background noise. Her mail didn’t really seem all that exciting. A tax invoice, yet another advertisement for the same magazine about cars that she really didn’t want, a letter from her landlord. All very mundane – that is, until she got to the last of her mail. It was yet another advertisement and she would have just thrown it away but the pricing caught her attention.
A three course meal to unwind for just ten dollars? Erin pondered. That seemed way too cheap to be true. Looking over its contents she only saw a few pictures of the restaurant itself, some of the dishes they served and a small map that showed its location. She tilted her head as she reached for her phone. She took a picture of the ad and sent the image to her best friend, Amanda, as well as a message.
“Know anything about this?”
Amanda had a bit more free time on her hands and was usually up to date with any new establishments in town. It didn’t take long before she replied.
Very little. Has good food but no idea why it’s so cheap. Wanna check it out?”
Good food. A three-course meal. All for just ten dollars? It seemed too good to be true; there had to be a catch but if there was it wasn’t mentioned anywhere. Amanda didn’t seem to know much about the place so the only way to find out was, indeed, to go and check it out. Erin hesitated. It all sounded rather fishy, but what harm could there be in simply checking it out and seeing for herself? Eventually, she texted back.
Alright, meet you there.
She was just going to put a pizza in the oven but she had to admit that a buffet seemed much more inviting. She quickly changed from her work outfit into casual clothing: jeans, white socks and a pink sweater over a white tank top. She put on a pair of sneakers and her coat, and grabbed her bag before making her way out the door.
“Erin, over here!” Amanda shouted from the corner of the street. She had met her friend in kindergarten and they had been close friends ever since.
Their friendship had endured some strain, such as when they had both fallen in love with the same guy in high school, but that was solved when the guy turned out to be a huge prick. Unlike Erin’s flowing, brown hair that reached to her shoulders, Amanda was a blonde, her straight hair reaching down to her mid-back. While Erin had an olive skin tone, Amanda’s skin was usually a lot lighter, except for during the summer. Both friends had light blue eyes though. She was wearing a light blue dress under a black vest. She wore a pair of black stockings and black boots. Erin joined her and gave her friend a hug.
“Hiya,” she said with a smile.
“The restaurant is just around the corner. If it turns out to be nothing, we can always just go elsewhere,” Amanda said..
“Alright, sounds good!” Erin replied.
From the outside, the restaurant looked innocuous. There was a terrace outside, but since winter was approaching, nobody was using those seats. The name of the restaurant featured prominently on the window. ‘Chez Louise’. Inside, Erin could see a few people eating with apparent enjoyment.
“Let’s go in, I guess,” Amanda proposed but Erin halted.
“We’re really going in?” she asked.
“Well, yeah,” Amanda laughed. “Come on! Don’t chicken out on me now. Let’s at least see what kind of food they offer.”
“Oh alright, I’ll come,” Erin said, laughing nervously. As the two women stepped from the cold outside into the warm hall, Erin noticed a feeling of anticipation washing over her, but she couldn’t quite explain why. Perhaps it was the strong scent of perfume that hung in the air here.
The entry hall was decorated in a rather old-fashioned style as if this were the 1920s. Pictures of typical French sights, such as the Eiffel tower, hung on the wall. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling. Inside it was quite extravagant, considering that this was just the hallway. The pair noticed a woman, probably in her forties, sitting at a counter near the door on the far side. She wore glasses and was writing in a book when she looked up to see who had entered. She wore a formal, cream-coloured suit that fitted her body quite snugly. A smile crept on her face as she beckoned the two women to come forward.
“Come, dears,” she said with a French accent. She looked at Amanda who rolled her eyes in amusement as though she were saying ‘well, here goes nothing.’
“G-good evening,” Erin said, stumbling over her words.
“We, uh, came here because we read about the buffet,” Amanda added.
The woman’s smile only seemed to grow wider at that. “Ah, yes, excellent,” she said. “I am Louise. Welcome to my establishment. What are your names?”
Erin and Amanda looked at each other.
“W-wait… is it really just ten dollars for a three-course meal?” Erin asked nervously.
“Oui, Oui, it is just ten dollars. I would not have advertised it as such if it was a lie,” Louise said with a chuckle.
“But there HAS to be some kind of catch, right?” Amanda remarked, narrowing her eyes. “It just seems so… cheap.”
Louise halted at that and eyed the two women curiously. “Did you not visit my website? I swear I put a link in the ad…” Louise said, half to herself.
Erin and Amanda looked at each other again. Erin then produced the advertisement and, sure enough, there was a website link at the bottom.
“I must have missed that…” she said, feeling quite embarrassed now.
Amanda just giggled and gave her friend a bop to the head.
“Nevertheless,” she continued, “we’d like to know more about that buffet, and sorry we didn’t check out the website.”
“Very well,” Louisa chuckled. “In my restaurant, I offer my guests the opportunity to unwind and let off some steam. One does that best when one is from one’s confines.”
The two young women looked at each other, confused, for a third time.
“Our… confines?” Erin asked.
“Why, your clothes, of course,” Louise said matter of factly.
The resulting gasp from Erin and Amanda were so loud they could have been heard on the street.
“What in the…” Amanda started but Louise just laughed it off.
“I suspect most people have this initial reaction,” she said. “I assure you, though, that none have left unsatisfied.”
“And… how many have actually gone for this offer?” Erin demanded.
“More than you might think, dear,” Louise replied. She then retrieved a leaflet from behind the counter and handed it to the two guests. “I suspect you’re ready to leave, but please accept this.”
Reluctantly, Erin took it and briefly scanned its contents.
“Right. We are out of here,” Amanda said, sounding quite offended. She then grabbed Erin by the wrist and dragged her back outside. All the while, Erin could see that Louise was just smiling deviously. There was just something unsettling about it…
“Can you believe this?” Amanda asked, still fuming about their earlier encounter. The two women had decided to go to the nearest pizza place instead and have their dinner there. Only now did they get the chance to take a look at the leaflet Louise had given them. Unlike the general leaflet, this one was much more explicit and had several pictures of people, both men and women, dining in various stages of undress. The way it seemed to work was that customers going for this buffet had to hand in one article of clothing with every item they ordered. There were reviews from people describing it as a wonderful experience and how amazing it felt to let themselves go for a night but Amanda suspected that they were written by Louise herself.
“It does sound very far-fetched,” Erin remarked.
“It’s not just far-fetched,” Amanda started, taking a vicious bite out of her pizza slice, yet continuing to talk. “This is downright exploitative and probably illegal!”
“Well, if it were illegal then surely someone would have called the cops on her already,” Erin reasoned.
Amanda just angrily chewed on her food for a few moments, trying to come up with a comeback. Only when she had swallowed did she speak up again, holding the remains of her pizza slice in her hands while she made more angry gestures.
“I just can’t believe that people would actually go for this! How is this supposed to help people relax? If I wanna relax, I just go to a spa!” Her tirade went on for quite some time and she kept raising her voice every so often to the point where Erin had to ask her to quieten down.
Erin herself wasn’t really angry – far from it. Ever since they had entered Chez Louise, she had felt a sense of anticipation that had only grown stronger as the night had gone on. It had felt like some kind of knot in her stomach. That was probably why she had only eaten two slices of her pizza so far. Why did she have this feeling? The roaring twenties style of the restaurant, Louise’s noticeably thick perfume, her devious smile at the end, the explicit leaflet – it had all left impressions on her. Whenever Amanda halted her rant to eat some more, Erin found herself wondering what the appeal to the offer was. Being naked in the middle of a busy restaurant where everybody else was clothed? Unable to fully cover herself? Only allowed to get dressed again after she had finished ordering? All of the eyes from all other people present scanning every inch of her body?
“… Earth to Erin?” came Amanda’s voice.
“Huh? What?” Erin replied, shaking herself out of her thoughts. Had she been daydreaming?
“You kinda zoned out a little…”
“Ah, sorry about that.”
“No, I get it. I’m just repeating myself and you got bored of it,” Amanda chuckled. “Point is, this restaurant is stupid.”
Both women laughed at this.
But it wasn’t the same laugh.
The rest of the week was rather uneventful. Erin had gone to work as normal and she and Amanda didn’t talk about Chez Louise again. However, that didn’t mean that it wasn’t on her mind. On the contrary. Stripping naked in front of a bunch of strangers was so out there that she couldn’t help but be intrigued by the idea. She even caught herself fantasising about it. This really concerned her a great deal. Amanda had said that nobody in their right mind could enjoy such a thing. And yet… here she was, imagining herself being naked in front of clothed strangers. What did that say about her? Was she mad? If Louise was correct and there were a fair amount of people who indulged in this, did that make them mad too? Or were they really all faked, as Amanda had suggested?
Do you have her dramatic reading videos from the old forum where she reads and strips with the story? I’ve been looking for that forever
Great story! As a woman who’s also bisexual/queer and really into ENF I enjoyed it very much.