NAKED Cheerleader and other Stories by Kendall Swan Page A

that it was TRIPLE the pay. That
meant she could quit at least half of her clients and actually have
some free time for a change. Or she could keep everyone and put
some money aside, also for a change. Either one sounded very, very
good to Marie.
     
    Another pro was that she could show off her
body. Since she had no life, there was no one around to appreciate
her youth and beauty. Marie knew she would only be young once and
it might feel nice to be appreciated like that.
     
    And, though she didn’t want to admit it, she
liked the idea of Mr. Roberts watching her work naked and was
getting turned on by the thought of it. While sitting there in
front of him, she felt embarrassed and turned on at the same
time.
     
    “Naked, huh?” she asked rhetorically. Mr.
Roberts was leaning on the granite bar across from her. He had not
come around to touch her nor was he shooting leery looks her way.
In fact, he looked as if he had just asked her to add another day
or something.
     
    Marie scrambled through her brain to try to
find something to put on the con side of her mental list. It’s just
wrong. Feminism. You’ll be a prostitute. All of these reasons
eventually made themselves clear. The only one that had any
traction with her was the prostitution thing.
     
    “I would do everything I normally do, just
naked? This wouldn’t be about sex. And you wouldn’t try to have
your way with me or anything?”
     
    “Of course not. You are a gorgeous sight and I
merely want to see more of you. Have you not noticed all the art
around my home? I love and appreciate beauty. I want to be
surrounded by it whenever I can. Your being naked here in my home
would simply add to that.”
     
    “Well, okay, I guess. I’ll clean your house
naked if you pay me triple. I guess I’ll start on
Friday?”
     
    “Yes, Friday.”
     
    Marie popped the last piece of her sandwich in
her mouth, grabbed her backpack and headed towards the door. “Bye,”
she said as she hurried out of the house.
     
    Once she was outside, she started questioning
herself. What was she thinking? Naked. That was just ploy. Why had
she agreed to that? As if her body was answering her, she felt a
slight wetness between her legs as she slid into her beat up
Honda.
     
    The reality was that she couldn’t quit even if
she wanted to. Even if the proposition had offended her. It hadn’t.
But still, she thought. Marie kept mulling over the situation in
her mind as she sped to school.
     
    She had always respected Mr. Roberts and felt
the same from him. He was her dream client in many ways. She
honestly felt in her gut that she could trust him. And Marie did
not like going against her gut.
     
     

Chapter 2
     
    Friday came along more quickly than Marie would
have liked. She had been nervous about the arrangement all week.
Not out of fear for her safety, though. She was nervous mainly from
being self-conscious and confused.
     
    She pulled into the driveway of the ornate
mansion as usual and took her time walking to the door. You can do
this, Marie. Triple the pay. This is no big deal. She continued
talking herself into it up until she got to kitchen door where she
always entered. She took a couple of deep breaths and then walked
purposefully inside.
     
    She stood there for a minute not knowing
exactly how to proceed. Should she take off her clothes and then
get the cleaning supplies or the other way around? Where should she
put her clothes—on the bar, by the sink?
     
    Mr. Roberts walked in at that moment and
greeted her warmly as usual.
     
    “Hello Marie. How are you today?”
     
    “Nervous,” she said with a crooked
smile.
     
    “Don’t be. You will simply do everything you
normally do except you will be doing it without any clothing.
Completely natural. That is what I want to see. If you like, you
can hang your clothes up in the guest bedroom. And don’t worry
about me. I won’t be following you from room to room. Simply
perform your duties normally. And when you