Allison's Inheritance

The bartender smiled. "My name's Jimmy. What can I get for you?"

"I'll have a glass of Chardonnay please, Jimmy."

"My name's Ed," her companion in the next seat said. "What's yours?"

"I'm Suzy," she replied, not wanting to give the man her real name.

"Pleased to meet ya, Suzy. Damn you got the nicest tits I ever seen."

Rebecca tried to ignore the man as Jimmy brought her glass of wine along with a note. She felt a tingle of anticipation as she opened it, not knowing what to expect next.

Only one task remains, Becky, and then you can return to the room. After you finish your drink you will request a song from the piano player, and I want you to sing it for the bar. You know what song I want to hear. Once you've finished that the bartender will give you your room key and you may leave at any time.

She knew what song Arthur wanted. "Danny Boy." His mother had come from Ireland and often sang it to him as a young boy. Hearing it was one of the few things in the world that could move him to tears.

Rebecca's new friend Ed was engaging in a drunken one-sided conversation with her that she'd been tuning out. He apparently thought that her "outfit" was the latest fashion for hookers in the area and he couldn't have been more pleased about it. Rebecca felt Ed's hand on her back and she quickly gulped down her glass of wine. "Excuse me Ed, but I want to request a song from the piano man." She rose from her stool and all eyes were on her as she approached the piano player. She waited self-consciously until he finished his song and then spoke briefly into his ear. He nodded and began to play. Rebecca looked around the bar nervously and began to sing:

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come you back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

Rebecca sang with a strong clear voice. She loved to sing and, for a moment anyway, forgot about her nudity. She was lost in the moment and the crowd listened with rapt attention to the beautiful song.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

There was silence for a moment, then the crowd erupted in applause. Rebecca blushed then took a small bow. In the corner she could see Arthur clapping as well, a tear running down his cheek. A rush of adrenaline ran through Rebecca's body and she couldn't help but smile as she returned to the bar.

"That was damn good," she heard Ed slur and felt his hand on her ass. She turned to him and smiled. "Ed, would you mind buying me another drink?"

"Sure thing, darlin'," he replied and removed his hand to reach for his wallet.

Jimmy placed another glass of wine in front of her along with the room key. "That was wonderful singing," he said. Rebecca blushed again at the compliment. "Thanks Jimmy." As she sat down on the stool she could once again feel Ed's hand, this time moving up her thigh. She took a quick sip then turned to her companion and threw the remainder of the wine into his face.

A shocked and surprised Ed recoiled from her with wine dripping off of his face onto his white shirt. "You fucking bitch!"

Rebecca grabbed the room key and turned to Jimmy as she walked toward the exit, "I'm sorry I can't leave you a tip."

"That's okay," the bartender called after her. "Your presence here was tip enough." With that Rebecca strode quickly through the open door of the bar into the hallway beyond leaving one last glimpse of her naked backside for the bar's patrons.

As she walked down the corridor Rebecca's confidence began to fade as she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Nervously she picked up the pace, afraid to look back. Reaching the elevator she pushed the button just as a hand grabbed her and spun her around. In her face was a drunk and angry Ed.

"Where the hell do you think you're going you little prick tease. The party's not over yet." He leaned over and attempted to plant a kiss on her lips as Rebecca struggled to push him away, his foul-smelling breath nauseating her. Suddenly a hand seized Ed by the throat and he gasped for breath as Arthur Compton slammed him against the opposite wall. Ed took a wild swing but Arthur blocked it easily and slammed his knee into Ed's groin. The color went out of Ed's face as he slumped to his knees in pain. Arthur grabbed the man by his hair to hold him up and then buried a fist into his gut. What little air was left exploded out of Ed's lungs and he crumpled into a heap on the floor, gasping and retching. Compton looked on for a moment with a cruel grin at the sight of the beaten man, then turned and led his wife into the open elevator.

As the elevator climbed upward the man and wife found themselves in an embrace of hungry passion. The embarrassment, humiliation, and fear that Rebecca had experienced were now fueling a fire inside her that she'd never felt before. She greedily tore at Andrew's clothes wanting to feel him inside of her. As the elevator doors slid open, Andrew swept her off of her feet and carried her in his arms down the hallway to their room, pausing only briefly to unlock the door. Then Andrew Compton carried his young bride across the threshold into their bridal suite, kicking the door shut behind him.

Moments later the Comptons consummated their wedding vows.

Mother and Daughter

Allison stared into the flickering candle flame thinking about the story her mother had just told her. The shocking conditions of the will were beginning to make some sense now. This wasn't just some crazy scheme cooked up on Arthur Compton's deathbed but an ongoing pattern of behavior for him; a bizarre attempt to continue with his fetish even after death.

Allison thought about her grandmother Rebecca and what her mother had said about her, that she was willing to pay the price to get what she wanted. Allison wondered if she herself possessed the same determination and strength to pay whatever price was necessary to gain the wealth and power being dangled in front of her. She didn't know.

Sarah returned from the kitchen with fresh cups of tea for the two of them. Settling back onto the sofa she watched the flickering light from the candles dance across Allison's face and breasts. My God she's beautiful, she thought as a twinge of jealousy shot through her. Sarah immediately felt ashamed by these feelings. At forty she knew she could pass for thirty and heads still turned when she walked down the street. Still, she knew that she had never possessed the extraordinary beauty of her daughter even in her prime. What struck her was the natural way that Allison carried her looks, accepting them but without the vanity or self-centeredness that so many other beautiful women possessed. She neither wanted nor needed to be the center of attention, which would make the coming ordeal all the more difficult for her. Arthur Compton must have been struck by Allison's beauty as well, she thought. So much so that the temptation to get her involved in his fetish must have been too great to pass up, even after death. A temptation so great that he was willing to put his company up as the prize to entice her.

The two women sat quietly for several minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Sarah finally broke the silence. "Have you decided what you're going to do yet, Allie?"

Allison didn't answer at first, pondering for the thousandth time the unthinkable choice she'd been given. After her humiliating exit from the Compton Building, Allison had been convinced on the ride home that she was going to quit this ridiculous farce as soon as she got home, but in the relative protection of her parents' house she'd calmed down a bit and decided there was no harm in staying nude for the weekend anyway. She didn't have to be back to school until Monday morning and this would give her time to think things through.

"Yes, Mom." she finally replied. "I have to do it. It's not just the money, it's the opportunity to make positive changes in this world. I have to try."

Sarah nodded her head. "I know, honey. I was hoping you would. Does that sound awful? To hope my own daughter would go through with something like this?"

"No, Mom. I understand."

"It's just that..." Tears started flowing down Sarah's cheeks. "I... I thought I was satisfied with my life but I guess when I heard about the money that we would be inheriting... I wanted it. I wanted it for us and for you."

Allison put her arms around her mother and the two of them shared tears for a few minutes.

"Allie, I want you to be careful. Your grandfather was a ruthless man and I don't think he would give up his company to you so easily."

"Easily?" Allison exclaimed.

"Yes, honey I know this seems terribly difficult for you and it will be. But I don't think we've heard everything yet. I think there may be some traps and roadblocks in this whole thing that we don't know about. I don't think Mariana Perez has told us everything."

"Well, I got the feeling she was on our side. I don't think she likes Tony Compton."

"Honey, no one likes Tony Compton. That doesn't necessarily make her your friend, though. I don't know if she will be an ally or a foe in this but you should be very wary of her."

Allison sipped her tea and thought about the challenge ahead of her.

"And you may not be able to trust anyone at school either. I'm sure that Tony will spread his money around to your friends to spy on you and tempt you into cheating."

"Oh, great," Allison said. "I come home on a Friday as a normal happy college girl and I go back on Monday as a paranoid nudist." Mother and daughter looked at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing and began another round of hugs.

"I love you, Mom."

"Love you too, Allie. Let's get some sleep. I'll drive you back to college early Monday morning."

"I think Monday will be the hardest day of my life, Mom."

Chapter 3

Monday Morning

The moment that Allison had been dreading had arrived. She sat nude and shaking in her mother's car as the dormitory, looking both familiar and terrifying, filled the window in front of her. It was 7 a.m. on Monday morning and the campus was beginning to stir. Several students exited the dorm making their way toward the cafeteria and Allison hunched down further in her seat. Her mother Sarah sat quietly, understanding what was going on inside her daughter, not knowing what she could possibly say to comfort her.

Finally Allison heard a shaky voice that sounded like hers but seemed to come from a million miles away. "Let's get it over with, Mom." She grasped the door handle, released it, and then pulled again, hearing the door mechanism click open. The door opened wide and Allison looked out at the world beyond with a mixture of terror and curiosity. It was like emerging for the second time from the womb into a strange and frightening new world, as naked and unprepared as the first time.

The next few minutes were a blur - a series of sensations. Allison felt the softness of the grass moistened with dew beneath her feet which soon gave way to the rough scrape of the cold cement of the sidewalk. She could feel the sun touching her bare flesh and the cool breeze caressing her skin, the movement of her breasts, the roar of blood in her ears, the hot flush of her face. The early morning sun gleamed off of the glass front door of the dorm as Allison pulled it open and stepped inside. "Oh my God," she heard a female voice say and she could hear giggling from off to her side as she walked across the lobby toward the staircase. Allison climbed quickly to the third floor and down the hallway toward her room passing several girls with astonished looks on their faces.

It was only as she entered her dorm room that she even noticed that her mother had been with her. She quickly stepped in as her roommate Katie looked on combing her wet, freshly shampooed hair, dressed in blue jeans and a white blouse. Katie was a slightly overweight girl with a pretty face, blonde hair and a mischievous smile. It was the sound of Katie's smartass voice that finally brought Allison back to the real world. "Uh, hi there Allie. Laundry day? Nothing to wear?" Allison let out a sound that was a half laugh and half sob and flung herself onto her bed. "Just a minute Allie," her mother cried in alarm and quickly pulled the blankets from the bed as Allison was forced to stand again.

"Hi, Mrs. Davis," Katie said. "Pardon me for butting in but what in the hell is going on? Why is she naked?"

"Hi Katie," Sarah sighed. "It's a long story and I'm sure Allison will fill you in on all the details. They both looked at Allison who had her face buried in her pillow. "All I can say is that she will need your friendship and support more than ever in the coming weeks."

"Um, okay. Sure." A look of alarm came over her. "Did someone do something to her? Was it one of those creeps from Kappa Alpha?"

"No, nothing like that. It's voluntary. She's going to have to stay naked for awhile."

Katie stared at Sarah uncomprehendingly. "Those might possibly be the strangest words I've ever heard come out of a college mom's mouth."

Sarah smiled. "I guess you do deserve an explanation." Sarah quickly told the story of the circumstances leading up to this: the death of Allison's wealthy grandfather and the inheritance giving Allison control of the company stock, but only if she remained nude for the next year.

Katie listened in amazement to the story then threw her head back in laughter. "That's the craziest thing I've ever heard! Is it really true?"

"Yes," Sarah nodded.

Katie let out a squeal and then jumped onto Allison's bed where she was still laying face down. "You're going to be rich, girlfriend!" Katie gave Allison's bare butt a smack with her hand and Allison sat up in the bed like she'd been zapped by an electric current. Katie laughed again and then began relentlessly tickling Allison. "Stop it!" Allison shouted, but couldn't help but giggle as the tickling increased.

"You're going to need a number one assistant when you become a rich bitch and I won't stop until you give me the job," Katie teased.

"Okay, okay. Just stop!" They were both laughing by now and Sarah joined in as well. Allison's roommate was a high-spirited, fun-loving girl and Sarah liked her. She believed being around someone like Katie was good for her sometimes too-serious daughter.

Katie began peppering Allison with questions. "Are you going to go to class like this?"

Allison nodded. "I have to."

"Really? Won't that be so bizarre to be sitting naked in class? Just like those naked-in-school dreams everyone has."

Allison shivered at the thought. "More like a nightmare to me."

"How in the heck did you convince the constipated geriatrics who run this place to let you do it?"

"My grandfather's will gives a large donation to the college if they let me."

"Ah, that figures," Katie replied. "They'd bend over and spread their cheeks for Lucifer himself if he gave them enough money." Katie glanced at Allison's mom. "Sorry Mrs. Davis."

"That's okay, Katie," Sarah laughed. "You're probably right."

"Oh, that reminds me," Katie said as she jumped off of the bed to retrieve a letter from her desk. "The R.A. dropped this off for you yesterday. I didn't even open it and peak even though I wanted to," she giggled.

Allison looked at the envelope. It was from the Dean's office. She ripped it open and began to read.

Dear Ms. Davis:

This is to confirm your status as a "clothing optional" student for the remainder of the semester as arranged by the Arthur Compton estate. This was allowed after long consideration only because the laws in this state protect nudity as a legitimate form of freedom of expression. It is to be understood that it is solely your decision to wear or not wear clothing while on campus and nudity is not required or encouraged by the college in any way.

A memo has been distributed to the faculty informing them of the situation and they are to remind students about the college's sexual harassment policies and that sexual harassment in any form will not be tolerated. It is our hope that your clothing optional status will provide a minimum of distraction for you or other students during your remaining weeks before graduation. The college retains the right to revoke this status at any time if it deems it necessary to maintain a proper learning environment.

If you have any questions feel free to stop by my office.

Sincerely,

Thomas Sanders
Dean, Wildwood College

Allison had almost been hoping that the letter would say that they had changed their mind and she wouldn't be allowed to go through with it. No such luck. She handed the letter to her mom who read it and then handed it on to an impatient Katie who was practically squirming in her chair waiting to find out what it said.

"Well, honey, I guess that's it," Sarah said. "You've got the go-ahead from the college. Last chance to back out."

Allison sat numbly on the edge of the bed, resigned to her fate, the morale boost she'd gotten from Katie fading. "No, I've got to do it."

Sarah sat down and gave her daughter a hug and then walked to the closet. Opening it she began to remove Allison's clothes.

"What are you doing, Mom?"

"I'm going to take your clothes home with me, hon. You won't need them and there's no sense in leaving them here as a constant temptation."

The idea of being separated from all of her clothing by more than an hour's drive sent a chill through Allison. What her mom said made perfect sense but it still took away yet another layer of comfort in at least knowing that her clothes were nearby.

"Okay. I guess you're right."

"Let me help," Katie said brightly and jumped up to help in the packing as though her roommate were off on an exciting new adventure. Allison sat on the bed and watched in miserable silence as her clothes disappeared into suitcases and boxes.

Wildwood College

The news spread like wildfire across the campus of Wildwood College. Allison Davis had been seen walking around campus in the nude. Naked. Au naturel. In the buff. The amazing news was treated with skepticism even though those spreading the story had sworn they had seen it with their own eyes or had heard it from reliable witnesses. Wildwood was a small private university of about 2500 students, small enough that most students knew each other by sight if not always by name. Allison Davis was very well known around campus, though; she'd been an object of desire by most of the male population (and some of the females) for the past four years.

A very naked Allison sat in her Advanced Ecosystems class waiting for it to begin, her cheeks aflame. The walk to class had been a humiliating nightmare. The sight of a girl wearing nothing but a look of embarrassment had led to stares, whistles, hoots, leers, shock, laughter, and every other type of reaction imaginable. It'd been all Allison could do to keep from running back to the dorm, but somehow she'd managed to keep placing one foot ahead of the other, eyes glued to the ground in front of her.

The classroom provided no refuge for Allison either. It was a relatively small class, only about 20 students. Environmental Science wasn't one of the more popular majors. There wasn't a lot of money in a career spent trying to protect the environment, but those who did choose the major were generally a close-knit group. Being surrounded by friends and acquaintances was even worse for Allison than being ogled by strangers. She opened up the class textbook and stared at the words in front of her, hoping to disappear into her studies and wishing desperately that she could go back to being the same normal college girl she'd been just a few days ago. She could feel the stares of the other students burning into her.