EXTRACT FOR
Exposure
(Chuck James)

"So here's the deal." Dave took the case from her hand and led her into the cavernous entrance hall of the cortijo. "You are an exhibitionist? Correct?"

Rachael nodded slowly. "I never considered myself that way but yeah, I guess I must be to do this job."

"Being seen naked is a thrill?" David placed her case beside the left hand arm of a curved staircase that rose from either side of the room to meet on a landing high above.

Again she nodded.

"So if I wanted you to get naked right now, you wouldn't hesitate?"

In answer Rachael grasped the hem of her blue t-shirt and began to lift, confusion washed over her face as Dave told her to stop.

"Not here, I have another idea, one that may prove to be entertaining."

***

Hot sun beat down and Rachael stumbled, in the intense glare she hadn't spotted a rock standing proud of the dessicated grass.

"Just over there," Dave indicated a sagging barbed wire fence just a few metres to the side, "Is the Via Verde, or Green Way. It's a very popular footpath, always plenty of people walking, locals, goat herders, tourists. Very busy."

Rachael looked across and swallowed hard, the path was clear to see and just as busy as Dave had indicated as a constant stream of people strolled past. Some paused and stared, David grinned and turned to his naked cleaner.

"I think we need to alter the conditions of your contract. You will not be cleaning for us, but you will be naked, from this moment on. Agree and I will triple what the agency are paying you. Decline my offer and I shall call another taxi immediately, and you will leave here with nothing. Is that understood? Is that fair?"

Rachael paused for a second and looked across to the path, then she returned her focus to the two British guys who were her employers for the next twenty four hours. Leaving with nothing didn't sound like fun, so after just seconds she nodded her agreement then began to strip as fascinated onlookers gathered along the fence line.

"Fuck, that ass is even bigger than I guessed it would be." Tony added to the conversation before settling down at the base of an ancient olive tree to watch her strip. "And that belly! Damn girl, you really are a blubber whale."

Rachael remained silent, her expression flat and even, unruffled.

David smiled, his expression declaring that she had just confirmed something.

"You really are a fatty, actually quite gross." He said callously and casually before asking, "So tell me your name, we can't really call you Fatso can we?"

Pain registered in her eyes but was swiftly buried as she took a deep breath and sighed.

"I'm Rachael, but while I'm here you can call me anything you want."