Chapter One
Malibu, California
Lawn of Stevenson Garden Products, Open naked day, Friday
The lawn of the Stevenson Garden Products clothing optional company located on Acacia Avenue in Malibu, looked in many ways like a festival similar to Woodstock in 1969, except that in this case, some of the adult employees present had agreed to be naked without needing any alcohol or mind altering substance. There was no particular reason other than personal preference which had resulted in more or less half of the company's nearly one hundred employees leaving their clothes in the company locker room around eleven in the morning. Stevenson teleoperator Clarity Nice looked out her office window, watching Flake, Stevenson's gardener, dressed in his blue overalls. Flake was watering the company's sun-drenched lawn diligently, standing beside all the exposed lawn tools, rakes, garden hoes, spade shovels, wheelbarrows, or trowels sold by the company. Clarity broke off her duty as teleoperator and took off her clothes, setting them on her office chair, ready to walk out into the lawn during open naked day, a new promotion idea and employee event created by her friend Cynthia Stevenson to boost stagnant sales at the company.
Clarity watched her good friend Cynthia take her clothes off near the entrance of the Stevenson office building, placing them in a grey and white dufflebag showing her initials, C.S.. As the well-to-do daughter of the owner of Stevenson Garden Products, Bill Stevenson, Cynthia understood she had to exercise the option to be naked like half of the employees, in order to be taken seriously as the future owner of Stevenson, or as someone replacing her father as high level manager when he was away on a trip, which was the case on that Friday. Cynthia enjoyed holiday weekends at the Areolas clothing optional resort for adults in Palm Springs, so being naked in private communities for adults wasn't a problem for her. Without telling her father, Cynthia had pulled out of a hat open naked day as a formal company event, with the tacit authorization of human resources, in particular with permission from the head of the department, Brock Cheevers, whom Clarity liked, although she hadn't told anyone else, including Cynthia that she did.
Slightly less than half the employees at Stevenson liked to be naked at work on casual Fridays, the other half thought clothing optional day was a legitimate policy, although they preferred to remain clothed. Then, there was Heather Camendale, the Human Resources assistant of Brock, who liked to remain in her underwear on clothing optional days, instead of taking all of her clothes off. Clarity stood in line to grab a burger for lunch set on a garden table, noticing Heather in the distance, watching Heather lying on a lounge chair a few feet away, sunbathing. Clarity wasn't too happy about Heather being so close to Brock, because she could see that the human resources assistant liked Brock, or that she paid too much attention to him. Clarity had gone on a few dates already with Brock, and she was trying to point him towards being naked at work during clothing optional fridays, in order to create common ground in their ways of looking at things in general.
Brock was reluctant to be naked at work, he prefered to wear bermudas or his Tommy Bahama swim shorts on clothing optional Fridays. Several good looking women worked at Stevenson, and he wasn't particularly keen on showing his erection when one of them, wearing nothing, walked past him on Fridays. As head of human resources, the clothing optional policy annoyed him, it was a mess, some kind of problem was bound to surface. For now his dick was private, and he wanted Clarity to know that, or to see it for herself in private. His dick was thick, she knew, and he knew she liked thick. Clarity left her burger in a plate on the table, and walked towards Cynthia, who was ensuring all the gardening equipment of the company was properly showcased for visitors.
"Is your father going to be here?" asked Clarity. Cynthia's father was handsome, and Clarity flirted with the idea of seeing him naked on naked day, although she knew it was his wife Jill, who had come up with the idea of a clothing optional company.
"He's away on a trip, looking for new hoses and sprinklers, a supplier in Taiwan invited him to test a few items," said Cynthia, "he's coming back tonight or tomorrow, maybe over the weekend."
Taimi, the lifeguard of the roof top pool of Stevenson, glanced at the police car parked one hundred feet away, stark naked. Officer Packwood had managed to get a used Ford Crown Victoria from the LAPD for his nephew Avery, who was watching the company even inside the car, fresh from graduation from the Contra Costa County Sheriff Academy. Avery's tasks included conducting interviews of suspects, completing reports, conferring with his uncle to determine an appropriate course of action, and coordinating safety and security issues in general in the city of Malibu. Although already on official duty, Avery was not an official academy graduate yet. The physical agility test that was mandatory was still pending, something bugging Packwood's nephew, because he couldn't quite wear the official police badge of Malibu until that issue was resolved. His uncle Clifford was working on some equivalent paperwork which would take care of that formality, alledging his nephew was able to carry out normal duties in the city of Malibu, and that agility was not particularly necessary to carry out Avery's job well, or properly, or simply carrying it out.
Taimi tapped on the shoulder of Clarity.
"What do you think of Avery?"
"Packwood's nephew? Never seen him."
"Let's go say hello," said Taimi, "his car is over there, let's try and get him naked on the lawn here."
They put on their Bloomtastic thong sandals and walked over to the police car, stepping naked on the street asphalt. Avery rolled down the window, nearly open-jawed at the sight of the two good looking unclothed women, but he managed to keep his composure somewhat steady.
"Ladies, are you sure that you are in the right area, hmmm, dressed as you are?"
"We just wanted to say hi," said Taimi with a jovial smile. She stepped closer to the car, but the window rolled up five inches. She pressed her breasts against the glass, looking inside Avery's car. According to proposition 531, a referendum on public nudity in Malibu, employees of Stevenson could not walk naked outside the premises of the company. Officially, Taimi knew that they were breaking the law by walking on the street naked.
"What can I do for you?" said the nearly official police officer. Avery scratched his nose and cracked the bones of his spine, stretching his back. It was not easy to keep an air of authority in front of these women, the view of their body distracted him substantially. Substantially was a good word, he liked that.
Packwood's nephew knew what the two women could do for him, but he also knew that any inappropriate conduct while in the line of duty was liable for dismissal. He turned off his two-way radio, guessing that an early dismissal as police officer was better than being dismissed after twenty years of service. Still, he thought, as he looked for his lunch box on the police car passenger seat, in order to risk that kind of reprimand, the women, at least one of those women in front of him, would have to show some interest in him, sentimental interest, emotional interest, any interest.
He wasn't hungry. Avery pressed on the window button inadvertently, and the window rolled up. He pressed again on it to roll it back down, as though he was getting rid of some dust on the car button. He wasn't comfortable talking to women, and neither chief Randall's regular homilies to candidates of the police academy, nor his uncle's professional long-winded diatribes, had prepared him to speak to a good looking woman walking naked casually on the street. Now, he had two twenty-somethings standing bare in front of him, and a corporate place with people naked on the lawn. Providing security and civic order in front of clothing optional gatherings was simply a mess.
He remembered the words of his uncle Clifford, who also wore the name Packwood, known for being the infamous malibu police officer who had opposed the idea of Stevenson Garden Products becoming a clothing optional company, and had failed, after a referendum carried out in California validated Stevenson's clothing policy at work. Walking naked in public was not allowed by the mayor of Malibu, by decree, but Stevenson G
arden Products had managed to keep its own prerogative regarding its clothing optional policy free of government intervention. Officer Packwood wasn't liked in the community, but people acknowledged that he did his job all right.
"To serve and protect, the city of Malibu, that is what you always keep in mind," said his uncle to him. Avery wanted to serve all right. If he could just get one of the women inside the police car, he could show her a nice spot.
"I think you're performing an irregularity by coming this far, you should stay on the lawn of Stevenson, otherwise I'll have to report it."
"Will you carry us together back to the lawn?" asked Taimi.
Avery managed to say, "no," and he nearly continued saying, "not together," but he thought better.
Then he thought about telling the girls about the mission his uncle had assigned to him to impress them, the secret assignment of preventing Stevenson Garden Products or any of its employees from carrying out clothing optional activity, at any cost, even if that meant closing down Stevenson Garden Products as a company. His uncle Clifford had shared what was happening at Stevenson with senior officers of Los Angeles County, and an informal, unofficial set of directives pointed towards getting rid of the clothing optional policy at Stevenson, even if it meant getting rid of some jobs, or reassigning some of the employees somewhere else.
"Come on over, there's some burgers," said Clarity, looking straight at the police officer. She had trouble hiding her smile and grabbed the front door handle. Anything that would undermine the official authority of Packwood and his reluctant attitude towards the option by adults to to be naked freely at work, was good in her eyes. Getting his nephew to accept Stevenson as it was, was a good first step. The clothing option was a careful option for her, but sometimes she liked to dismiss authority by simply being naked in a corporate setting. Working comfortably was important, and people were more friendly and open to dialogue when they weren't wearing any clothes. She pulled on the handle to open the door, but Avery locked it at the last very second, leaving him safely inside the car.
"No thanks, I´ll take a picture of you two though," said Avery. He reached for his phone, which fell out of his pocket. Taimi reacted immediately, brushing her breasts against those of Clarity.
"We can't be naked over here, this is a public area, let's go, I don't want to get fired." Clarity nodded. They ran across the street with their sandals and landed on the lawn of Stevenson right before Avery took a picture of them with his smartphone replica made by the manufacturer Everything Replica, conveniently located in a tax-avoiding area.
Damn, he thought, looking at the instaphotos. The bum of Taimi rendered well, and the tushy of Clarity had a very good resolution, but the photo finish showed them inside the premises of Stevenson, on the lawn. The photos could not be presented as evidence of civic wrong-doing to his uncle, and they simply would make their way to Avery's computer as near-evidence of indecent exposure on the streets of Malibu, carefully filed in a folder for latter off-duty adult activities involving one of his hands.
He glanced at a girl in her twenties walking past him, the Malibu library assistant librarian, Lanai Thomson, waving at him. He waved back politely. Maybe she would be receptive to letting him serve and protect her, protect her and also her apartment, protecting her inside her apartment in fact, with her clothing option untapped, and his clothing option tapped towards unclothing, with her untapped, and with him as a good option for her. He scratched his eyebrow, placing the recently acquired smartphone on the passenger seat, inches away from a burger mayo stain. It was difficult to move away from clothing optional thinking, but it was relevant to keep it in mind for his personal matters.