Slice of Life: The Nudist
It'd been a Monday like any other.
The Café, High Tea, opened precisely at 7am as usual. I arrived there an hour before so I could open and get the tables and chairs outside in an orderly fashion. I always questioned the need for a Host in such a small establishment, most people just came in for a cappuccino and pastry to go, no one had time to 'wait to be seated'.
Well no, I'm lying.
Ever since I started working there, the owner thought me greeting and seating people was the best idea since baby back ribs. "You're a cutie pie, Owen, you'll draw in folks!" She'd said.
And so here I was, dressed to the nines in a little Café: bow tie, vest and dress shirt with a black apron with the logo on it. And no bottoms. Yup, you heard me right. Boss calls it Bottomless Mondays: a way to promote people enjoying their worst day of the week more. I was thankful it wasn't more than one day of the week. God knows my ass couldn't take more pinching.
Thankfully my apron and podium covered me for most of the time when I was stood outside, especially when I had to warn everyone inside to adjust when kids came in.
I just never expected for a fully nude, very handsome otter to walk in.
It was noon-rush when it happened, when business and college furs would rush out for a cup of coffee, a sandwich and a place to rest their feet before having to go back and resume whatever it was that they were doing; and to sneak a peek at the guys and gals of my particular place of work.
I'd been stood outside since morning, greeting people, telling them our special for the day (a sandwich, a soup and a cake made for just that day on a rotating schedule) and then led them to their seat. I was relieved that this wasn't my first day nor the opening of the Café, so the shock of me turning around and showing my bare legs to people wasn't as shocking as it used to be (my tail covered most of me anyway) but it was still unnerving to know people were looking.
When I returned to my podium at the door, sitting on my stool and going over the specials for the rest of the week, I spotted him. He had tanned/brown fur from head to webbed toes - ugh, I loved webbed feet - but the thing (well second thing) that had me staring were the blunt fangs that finished just below his chin. The ears were a bit odd, same with the nose; they reminded me more of my old History teacher (he was a bear) than that otter kid that sat behind me in Chemistry back in high school. He was a handsome one, with chin scruff and a decent tuft on his chest, with short, cropped hair with sideburns and, well a dark bush right on top of his flaccid, flailing cut penis. He was skinny, like he walked a lot and ate plenty but seemed to burn it off too hard to keep it in his body. The tail was moving side to side and it was that which sold me to him being an otter. I had to force myself to stare at his blue eyes and not anywhere else.
"Hello there." And now he was talking to me, fuck.
"G-Good...a-afternoon, sir." I stuttered out, keeping my paws on top of my apron and willing my erection to go away. I fucking HATE Bottomless Mondays.
"Sir?" He snorted, then shrugged. "I guess." God even his voice was sexy. I wonder if his fangs felt as firm as they looked. "Anyway, buddy, seeing as you're the Gatekeeper and all, could I get a table?" He asked me and then I noticed the thick, black collar on his neck with a dangling tag on it, and out of it he pulled some bills. "I got money, don't worry." He winked.
"I-I...t-table...r-right..." Seriously Owen, relax. So I took a deep breath, made a show of looking at our check in ledger (Boss always wanted to know how maley people came in, as if the money didn't show how popular or unpopular we were) and then nodded. "Erm, outside or inside, sir?" I asked.
"Outside is fine, it's a nice day today." He smiled at me and the throb under my unoccupied paw had me tensing. Fuck.
"Yeah, I agree. Not too bad considering I've been sat out here all day." I replied; good job Owen! We're getting there.
"You're not dying from the heat? Fuzzy guy like you?" He asked me, and he leaned on my podium, flashing that fanged grin at me and it widened even more at me; I was blushing, I knew, and I hated that even through red fur it showed.
"Nope, or well, I'm used to it, I guess? Plus, I drink enough water as necessary and go inside just as much to cool off." I added. "A-Anyway! Outside table, yes?" I picked up a menu and took another breath; the idea of going inside killed my boner, which I was thankful for and so I stood up and moved from my podium and towards the door to the inside (you had to go in, then exit through a door to get onto the first floor tables for the outside).
And then a paw groped my left ass cheek.
"Eep!" I really did squeak that out, fuck.
I turned my head around and faced the otter with a wide stare, his paw not moving from my cheek, and he was grinning, albeit a little apologetic in his look.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. Didn't realize you weren't wearing anything below..." he said, as if HE weren't the one stark naked. "You look cute in a bow tie though." He added with a wink.
"Er...B-Bottomeless Mondays..." Came out of my shocked muzzle. I hoped to god no one was looking outside. "...I'm wearing more than you are anyway." I added, he laughed again. I noticed how much taller he was from me too.
"Not bothering you is it?" He asked me, genuinely curious.
"...Not really." And it wasn't, now; I mean, wouldn't YOU be shocked if you saw a naked guy in broad daylight, that WASN'T a pervert, walking up to you? "I mean, sure, I did almost have a heart attack at my podium, and just now, but, er...you see one guy nude, you see them all, right?" I was not chuckling nervously, nope.
"Too right, not that I'm like average Joe, right?" He grinned at me and I remembered the fangs, and no pal, you're not average. At all.
The otter opened the door for me - I'm supposed to do that, but fuck this day, right? - and when I went inside and he came in after me, well, everything stopped.
I think Sandra dropped a tray.
"T-This way." I said, escorting the male.
We had to wind around a few tables and I tried to go as quickly as I could, but I was standing by the glass door to the outside - people probably saw the otter from the waist up since there's shrubbery covering the lower half of the fence around the outside - and he was taking his time walking up to me, swaggering past everyone as if to say: 'yes, I'm naked, deal with it'.
I kept thinking to myself: Boss doesn't have a no shoes, no pants, no shirts sign, she won't kill me.
When he got to me, he was grinning still, though a bit of a blush was on his muzzle; so he COULD get embarrassed. So I opened the door for him and let him go outside first. That's when I noticed a rather nice looking butt.
"Nice ass..." Apparently verbal diarrhea was on the menu, as I closed the door behind me and blurted that out. The otter stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me over his shoulder, his face flushed a little with pleasure at the compliment.
"Thank you." He said to me and walked over to the table closest to the fence, shaking his tail and butt at me as he went. "I'm quite proud of it." He added as I followed him, my eyes on his butt.
He sat down, crossed a leg and leaned back into the chair and my god, all the thoughts going through my head; they ranged from: can I worship you to may I sit on your lap and feed you grapes.
"I'm not sure if they're staring at me or you anymore." I blinked as he said this and turned. Most of the patrons, and the waiters, were looking out at us, and I realized I was a bit bent over while I spoke to the male. I immediately sat my ass down across from him; the otter was just grinning.
"Right! So, what would you like to order?" I asked him, taking out my pad and paper from the pocket in my apron. The male was leaning over to me, apparently interested in my burrowing and I glared a little. "I have a pocket." I told him and he grinned without any type of remorse at me as I handed him a menu.
"What do you recommend?" He asked me as he opened the menu and shifted his crossed leg with the other, causing his penis and balls to jiggle around. "We...have..." I blinked. "We have a dark chocolate cake for dessert today." The way his face twisted at the mention of chocolate let me know that wasn't a good idea; should've kept it to myself and fed him it anyway. "Guess not. Well, we have a grilled fish sandwich with some boiled potatoes on the side as a lighter option." I added. "Great, I'll have that." He replied.
I stood up then and put a paw out to take the menu but it somehow 'slipped' from his paw, so the male stood up for me, despite me being perfectly capable of grabbing it, and made a show of bending over to get it; tail raising and all.
I blinked.
I stared.
And he sat back down with such a look of accomplishment and pride that I couldn't help but lean in and whisper into his round ear before taking the menu and running back inside.
I shouldn't have told him I'd bend him over and feed his perfect little hole ice cubes in front of all these people if I didn't have a job to do.
But that's usually the extent of my domineering. I'm much too much of a paranoid prude to actually go through with it. Especially at my job. Fuck, my heart.
"So, what does the naked cutie want?" David asked me as I walked towards the display case and register. He eyed me up and down and grinned widely, his canine nose flexing at me. I glared.
"The special, no cake." I replied bitingly.
And then I felt a large paw on my shoulder and I froze.
It was the Boss.
"What's this I hear about a naked otter making eyes at my favorite waiter?" She said, and I looked over to stare at her.
You'd think such a tall, broad bear of a female would be into a more physically demanding job, but then you'd taste her cooking and you'd go: fuck wrestling, bake for me baby!
"Uh..." Was my intelligent reply.
I watched as she looked out the front windows which gave a clear view to anyone and everyone of the naked otter sat there. Boss didn't look offended in the least either, if anything she looked amused.
"No, we are not doing Naked Wednesdays." I very firmly told her and the sheepish yet calculating look she gave me told me I was right and to be afraid, very afraid. "We are not doing bad for business, we are not a brothel or any kind of establishment that would need it. We are a Café and Restaurant - we don't need cheap gimmicks to get people in here. And I refuse to scar children." I told her and her laugh filled the room, the smack she gave my shoulder probably did too. Ow.
"And this is why I keep you here kiddo." She boasted, crushing me into her ample bosom and stomach. "But you should trust me more, I know what I can and can't do...during the day time anyway." She winked and I groaned.
"I'll demand double the pay and a pay raise." I mumbled. She patted my head, like a child.
"Now, considering my wonderful sense of smell, why don't you keep an eye on our exhibitionist, I'm sure Sandra can stop breaking my plates while manning the front. God knows the girl has the rack for it." The slim feline blushed as she was mentioned and was quick to walk outside; she crashed into my podium while doing so though, poor thing.
"Order up." David said as he handed me the tray with the otter's order. Boss took it from me though and pushed me forward, and I could feel her amusement all the way as we walked outside.
"He...llooo there..." I don't know whether to be insulted or jealous that Blue's eyes moved from me to my Boss. Especially with how interested he looked when catching sight of her.
"The name's Tess, I'm the proprietor of this establishment." She said, preening at the fanged grin and wide eyes boring holes into her. Never let it be said that she did not enjoy nor take compliments when given, even non-verbal ones. "You're giving my little Host here a couple of gray hairs, handsome as he'd look with them, I'd rather he not hyperventilate. Any particular reason you're showing off, good-looking?" She asked while setting the tray down, pushing it to the male and demanding he eat with her eyes as I looked on them from the side.
"Dare." Was the prompt response and I snorted; I should've known. "Not that it takes a lot to get me naked." He added with a wink to me and I huffed. "And I've been meaning to come in here, so, I killed three birds with one stone - do a dare, get naked, come in here for food. I did not expect cute, half naked waiters though." I blushed. "Or such a wonderful specimen of a woman..." he growled, my eyes widened at the hungry look he gave my Boss and she laughed. "...you're not married, are you?" He asked, I choked.
"Happily! But thank you nonetheless." She replied and the male shrugged, unconcerned, and digging into his meal with relish. For such a skinny guy he could really pack it in. "Now, I don't have a not being naked rule, but I usually like a bit of a heads up. If people didn't come here for Bottomless Monday's, I'd have a prude calling the cops on us and shut us down. So! If you ever do come back, please at least wear shorts." She ordered.
"Except on See Cute Panda Tush Mondays, right?" He cheekily asked, winking at me again.
"Exactly!" She laughed. I hated them both. "You wouldn't be looking for a job, would you?"
"NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!" I screamed. They stared. I blushed.
"Well, I wouldn't mind a little extra cash..." the otter mused. "But I don't want to give Cutie there a heart attack, so I'll pass. I'll just come back and give you my money." He winked at me again, I just needed to check I was still breathing.
"Such a stick in the mud, isn't he?" Boss said, pushing towards the otter before starting to walk off. "If he weren't so damned smart and such a cutie, I'd probably get him a whore to get that stick out." I didn't care if he was a customer, I stole his water and chugged it down as he laughed and I stuck my middle-finger at my Boss. "Anyway, enjoy your meal and please be mindful of my customers next time, all right?" Despite her smile, the glare said it all; I felt quite happy when the other male quailed at her look and nodded sheepishly.
"Yes ma'am!" He told her. "Man, she's scary." He added.
I nodded.
"She's a damned good cook too, I'll come here every day for this."
I froze.
"So, if it's Bottomless Monday's...do you have like, Shirtless Saturday's?" He asked.
"...Bottomless Monday's, Oriental Tuesday, Italian Wednesday, Ice Cream Thursday, usual Happy Hour on Friday, Shirtless Saturday and a buffet on Sunday." I replied, rubbing the rim of the glass with a finger while I watched the otter chow down. It reminds me, I haven't had my break yet.
"Do you really want to bend me over and shove ice cubes up my ass?" He asked.
Insert spit-take here.
"Because, I've been thinking about it non-stop... been holding a boner the size of a mountain, and this chair probably stinks with how much I've been rubbing my ass on it."
I squeaked.
"You're busy though, I get it." And then he leaned over, and put a paw in my apron pocket.
"Guh..." he was fondling me at the same time that he was grabbing for my pad and paper. "Ugh..." What?! What would YOU do if someone were fondling your junk at work!? "Ah! Stop!" I finally managed to say, pushing my hands on my erection as he took the pad and paper out.
The bastard licked his fingers. Apparently I did more then get hard, fuck.
"Tasty." He grinned at me again, smug bastard and wrote on my pad before handing it back. I took it in my paw before he could get any ideas. "I'm Jon, by the way."
"Owen." I replied. It was only polite. "Shouldn't we have exchanged names first? We've gone to third and fourth base and back." He snorted and I couldn't help but grin now, looking up at him as I finally settled down.
"I don't like normal, if you can't tell." He winked. "Nice to formally meet you Owen." He added, then gulped the final bite of his food and leaned back to pat his belly. "Man, yep, definitely coming back here." He nodded to himself, then fished out the money out of his collar again, then presented to me. "Take whatever is left as a tip."
Fuck yeah, I will, thanks.
"Sure, thank you." Was what I said, and I stood with him. Jon took my paw in his and pulled me forward, then whispered into my pointed ear; my eyes widened and I gaped over his shoulder, vision going a little hazy as he spoke into my ear.
He walked off, grin on his fanged muzzle and a boner leading the way, he actually went into and out of the restaurant with it; I could hear Tess laughing as the doors opened and closed.
I sat back down, paws on my lap to try and keep anyone from seeing the obvious tent there.
"Man, what'd he do?" I could hear David's voice as he padded out, and I envied him and his freaking sheath hiding him from the world.
"Er...you...don't wanna know." The canine snorted and looked dubiously at me, as if he did want to ask but knew better than to push it.
"Whatever. Tess is having a laughing fit, just come back in and calm her down will ya?" He told me before leaving. I didn't even want to look at his butt as he walked off, as I usually did.
'Just give me a call and I'll be waiting, cleaned up, bent over and waiting for those ice cubes. That cock will be nice too.'
He'd whispered to me. And I couldn't stop thinking about it. The thunk as my head met the table seemed loud in my ears.
I hate Mondays.
This is dedicated to Jon Sanders for being such an awesome and interesting guy to talk to and marks the hopeful start of my Slice of Life series, featuring Owen and whatever randomness he gets up to. I hope you like it Jon! And tell me how many of those kinks of yours that you can spot, I'm dying to see if I got some right. This is also my interpreation of Jon as a character, hope I did him all right!