Chapter Five
Clifford Packwood turned the street corner heading into Acacia Avenue, the street of Stevenson office building. He swiped a speck of dust off his Malibu police badge and walked towards the gardening company building. It was one in the afternoon, people were having lunch, and it was a quiet time to do his round while his nephew Avery was breaking for lunch. He kept walking and as he got closer to Stevenson's lawn area, he began noticing a few silhouettes, of women, standing near one of the building walls. He counted three women, and stopped walking. His eyesight focused more closely and he frowned, the women were naked. There was a shower there, the women looking at him were showering together, naked.
He stepped on the lawn and took out his whistle, sounding like a locomotive making its way through a corn field. He began yelling, inspired by an emerging conviction that he finally had a case.
"Stop, you can't use that shower, it is illegal."
Clarity stopped rubbing the back of Taimi, who was brushing bums against Cynthia, while trying to grab the bottle of Aveda body cleanser shower gel from a shelf.
"It's Packwood," said Cynthia. She wiped water from her eyes and squeezed her long hair.
The girls moved outside the shower area into the lawn. Clarity saw that Taimi's nipples became hard, her friend was half smiling while she looked at Packwood, who didn't feel like smiling at all. Packwood reached for the shower faucet and got a spray of water in the face, before he managed to turn the water off.
"You can't shower here," he said.
"It's like using a garden hose," said Cynthia, "this is private property, we're inside the premises of Stevenson, we can do this."
Packwood slipped on the shower floor but recovered, stepping on the lawn. He became distracted by Cynthia for a few seconds. She was the only one showing a tuft of blondish hair below her belly, atop her venus mound, Clarity and Taimi were shaved. He recovered from the distraction, and leveled his eyesight on Cynthia in general.
"That's not the point, the point is that a shower has to be indoors, there is no pool here, there is no reason for this shower."
Clarity knew that at that very moment, there was a reason for Taimi, but she couldn't openly say it to the officer, although her body was saying it pretty clearly. She knew that figures of authority turned on Taimi, and Packwood was the older guy who wasn't putting any pressure on her to look good or be or act in any particular way. Packwood was the guy next door for her.
"We won't shower anymore sir," said Taimi. She bent over to pick up a towel, leaving Packwood open-jawed. "I mean we'll shower somewhere else, not here, that's what I mean, we still need to shower, everyone showers."
"She won't shower here anymore, she means," said Cynthia, "we will."
Packwood called Flake, who gave him the key to the water utility supply pipe entrance, in order to shut off water access to the shower. The police officer put the key in his pocket, knowing he was beginning to control the shower issue. There was no way the shower would work without a key letting in water from the malibu water supply company. He walked off the lawn and swiped a few water droplets off his badge, breathing deeply. The report he was going to file would add evidence to the complaint brought on Clarity by the mayor. Not a bad day's work.
The girls used some towels to dry themselves, and donned their panties and pants.
"Your dad is here," said Taimi, tapping on the shoulder of Cynthia.
Clarity glanced towards the street and noticed a car parking there. Bill Stevenson stepped out of a pomegrenate Ford Taurus with a green hose in his hand, followed by a potential client he'd managed to bring back from Shanghai.
"How is everything going here?" he asked. He walked past the three women, who were now dressed, noticing the shower.
"What is this?" he asked. Cynthia stepped forward.
"A shower, we thought it would be nice for employees to shower outdoors to take a break from work." She didn't dare tell him about how she had allocated marketing expenses to the shower.
Bill Stevenson threw a look of approval to his daughter, and walked away towards the office building entrance, explaining the features of the hose he was carrying to Mr. Quen Li Xiao, himself an owner of a small garden outlet in China, specializing in garden accessories. Clarity looked at Cynthia heading home, and wondered what was going to happen when Mr. Stevenson found out about the cost of the shower installation. A few hours later, he did, Bill Stevenson walked inside the office of Brock.
"Brock, I noticed there is a shower outdoors, but it doesn't work, can you tell me what's happening with that?" Brock felt his body beginning to turn into some kind of rubble, he began feeling uncomfortable. He breathed deeply and called Clarity on the phone, summoning her to his office. He thought there was a way to explain this, but he was getting a bit annoyed at all he had to do, simply to protect Clarity from getting fired or blamed for this shower thing.
"So you think this shower is a good idea for Stevenson Garden?" asked Mr. Stevenson. Clarity nodded.
"Yes, open naked day didn't go too badly, but we need more credibility in the community as a clothing optional company, this shower can help us do that, and it's a welcome amenity in the summer, when it gets hot, it's nice to shower outdoors."
Bill Stevenson stared at Clarity a few seconds longer than expected. Clarity could see he liked her, and that he also liked the way her jeans looked on her. Cynthia's father walked around in Brock's office a few seconds staring at the stock trading books Brock was using.
"Trading, interesting, I'll have to let Jill try something like this, she always tells me that she can do more to help me out with the household money."
"Tapping into the potential of employees is important, I imagine it can also be relevant in general," said Clarity.
Brock gave Clarity a look of concern. He didn't like to be side tracked in a conversation, and the conversation was not getting to where he wanted it to go.
"Well, Mr. Stevenson, there is this issue that Clarity used company money to build the shower without any authorization, what would you like to do? I think some kind of sanction would prevent someone else from doing the same, we can't simply dismiss this issue."
"I didn't allocate the funds to the shower sir, your daughter did," said Clarity.
"Heather saw them both," said Brock, "inside my office, the computer log shows your password was accessed from this computer using Clarity's username."
"Mmm, yes, Cynthia doesn't work here though, I'll take care of that and speak with her. There is, there is some rationale for installing that outdoor shower here, our sales are not going very smoothly right now." He eyed Clarity and she held his stare.
"Why don't you come home over for dinner Clarity, you can explain to me what happened with this shower. Cynthia is going out with some friends tomorrow night but my wife Jill can prepare something for you. She likes to have people over for dinner during the week, and it makes it easier for me to give her a hand with the cooking, I usually help out with the dishes, but she wants me to get into the cooking part as well."
Clarity nodded, and for some reason, felt a sense of gentle support which turned into a fuzzy feeling of warmth that in turn became dampness inside her. She was getting wet at the thought of going to have dinner with Cynthia's father. She hadn't touched herself for three weeks and felt a subtle current, like a high-pitched thin flow of pleasure, reach her head.
She knew it had to do with how arousal was channelling itself in her body, because she wasn't giving it the usual outlet of orgasm. It was sort of an inner orgasm she was feeling, and she felt her belly pulsate with a nice, warm feeling. But what she was feeling was a variation on the usual sensation of the orgasm, it was more like some sort of bliss, a deep sense of bliss, in her head, like her body was vibrating at a higher frequency, and she felt like embracing or hugging Cynthia's father. She kept her composure, and let the orgasm flow inside her for a few minutes while the conversation turned to the cost of the shower and whether the company could affo
rd the five thousand dollars.
Brock could not believe what he was hearing. His boss was dismissing the issue of the shower expense with Clarity, and was siding with her. At least, he wasn't dismissing him, his stock trading activity on the side was safe.
"And the complaint from city hall, sir?" asked Brock.
"Say we'll use the shower according to the rules of the community, and that we apologize for the misunderstanding, and that we are going to address the issue of the copier photos on our own, reassure him that it won't happen again though."
He led Clarity out of Brock's office, leaving Brock somewhat dumbfounded.