Another day of record breaking heat. After a brief afternoon swim, I lounged around by the pool like I normally did, wearing my sunglasses and drinking lemonade. I suddenly heard my sister's high heeled footsteps making their way towards me.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" she asked.
Knowing her, she wanted help regarding her work. She's been that way ever since she landed an internship at the local news station, and was working like crazy to become a news anchor.
"Probably the same thing I'm doing now," I casually replied. "What else is there to do?"
"How about you be my camera man? It'll only be for a few hours."
I lifted my sunglasses and looked at her. "Camera man? Why would I do that?"
"One of the correspondents for the morning news is moving to an affiliate in Southern California. The producer thinks I'll make a good fit as a permanent replacement, but he wants a demo of me reporting to see how I do."
"So you're going to film some news stuff and you want me to hold the camera for you."
She smiled and nodded. "Yep. Obviously you're
not
my first choice. I had a professional camera man who works for the network ready to help me, but he got called for an assignment at the last minute. Since you're not doing anything, I figured I'd just ask you."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence sis," I sarcastically replied. "But why don't you just wait for the cameraman to come back? He's obviously a better choice. I don't know anything about cameras."
"Well that's the thing. The producer is looking for an immediate replacement and I'll have to get my demo to him as soon as possible. He says he really likes me for the job, but I've got to show him something first so I can be considered."
"I don't know. I mean, I'd love to help you, but I have no clue how to operate one of those big bulky cameras."
"You won't be using a professional camera," she replied. "The producer says that we can simply use a home recorder and that would be good enough."
"Don't you have anyone else? I'd probably suck at this and ruin your chance to work on tv."
She paused and gave me a reluctant look. "Well that's the thing. I've asked other people to do this for me and they've all declined."
"Really? I didn't know you were that much of a pain in the ass," I joked.
She gave me a stern look. "Very funny. I'll have you know that I am
very
professional and well respected amongst my peers. It's just that...the filming will take place at a nudist resort. That part scared a lot of people away."
I nearly choked. "A nudist resort? Couldn't you have thought of a better place to film your demo? Try a zoo or a park or something. Jeez..."
"Yeah, me along with every other wannabe journalist," she said sarcastically. "Besides, it's not like I chose that place. With the recent heat wave going on, the producer of the morning show wanted the insight of the local nude resort because they're in the sun all day. None of the other correspondents were willing to do it, so this gives me a chance to show that I'm up for anything."
"Apparently so," I quipped. "Sounds like your boss is a real smart guy for wanting to send you to place like that. I'm sure he's got other motives, if you catch my drift."
"I'm
not
going to get naked in the video if that's what you're implying. Only an idiot reporter would do that. I'll be fully clothed when I interview the nudist."
"This still feels kind of weird to me, Brooke. I mean, holding a video camera while you interview some naked guy might be kind of creepy."
"I'll give you $100 and you get to look at free boobs all day," she said bluntly. "How about that?"
I paused and thought for a moment. "You know, you should have just started this conversation with
that
sentence about the boobs and cash. You can count me in. I'm actually starting to look forward to it."
"I thought you were more sophisticated person than that, but apparently not."
"I
am
a sophisticated person. But I also like boobs and cash."
She smiled, "We'll leave tomorrow at 8 am. It's a 2 hour drive and I expect you to act professionally once we get there."
"Of course I will. I'm always professional when I work."
Brooke winked at me, reached in her pocket, and handed me the $100 for being her cameraman.
***
The next day. We arrived at the nudist resort after a long drive and I had no idea what to expect, other than spending the day watching my sister interviewing naked people. I found myself becoming more and more excited by the second. What guy doesn't like seeing naked women?
Brooke's instructions to me were clear:
Be quiet and let her do all the talking.
I was only there to hold a camera while she did all the professional work. I really didn't mind. Being able to spend a few hours looking at naked women was all I needed.
When we got out of the car, my jaw nearly dropped when we saw the owner of the property, a middle aged woman. Connie was
completely nude
when she greeted us at the main lobby. She was a curvaceous woman and her large breasts swayed when she walked. All of us shook hands and I tried my best to look away from her breasts, but I don't think she minded. Her smile was radiant and infectious, and she was like a bright ray of sunshine.
"It's nice to finally meet you," my sister said in a cordial manner, not caring about the nudity.
"The feeling is mutual," Connie smiled. "I was never a fan of phone or email, so it's wonderful for us to meet in person. I'm old fashioned and I enjoy doing things the way nature intended, hence the reason I'm a nudist."
"I can tell," my sister politely nodded. "You have a beautiful resort, ma'am. It seems like a great place to lounge and relax."
"It is. Everyone here loves it and no one wants to leave. It's the perfect place for like-minded nudists. We really got lucky finding this location."
Brooke pointed to the small video recorder I was holding. "Speaking of which, we'd love to get started doing our interviews with you and the residents here."
"Great! Follow me. I've arranged for a private bedroom for you and your camera man to get set up. It's always a wonderful opportunity whenever we have a chance to publicly cast our lifestyle in a positive light."
***
We followed Connie to the guest bedroom and she unlocked the door.
"Thanks so much," Brooke said. "Maybe we'll use the room later if we need a break from the heat. I think we're ready to shoot now."
A dumbfounded look came over Connie's face. "Excuse me... but clothes aren't allowed onto the property. I assumed that was clear based on our communications. We don't make any exceptions to that rule."