The Naked Countess Ch. 04

Chapter 4: The Unstoppable Force

Arnold saw Debrah sitting at her desk and staring at Leo with suspicion. The naked countess boldly approached the administrator until her bare legs stood right beside Debrah's table. The clerk let out an awkward laugh, already thinking where he could apply for his next job.

"Well, do I have to ask this again? Tell me about my cousin!" The blonde put her hands on her hips, creating an even more alluring image.

If Debrah was a man, she'd surely give Leo Milran's whereabouts, his guards' numbers, and even the codes to all portals in Nevada. Instead, she turned her attention to Arnold and furrowed her brow.

"I feel like you've got some explaining to do, aren't you?"

"Don't you dare ignore the countess of Kir'ador!" The naked girl's shout eachoed through the room.

Before anyone could react, Leo jumped into the air in a furious yet elegant feat. Her feet landed right atop Debrah's desk, and now the naked blonde was squatting in front of the administrator, both showing herself off and preparing to grab her by that old tacky sweater if need be.

"Remove your dirty feet from my documents, you freak!" Debrah yelled, ready to call security.

Leo caught her hand in mid-air and let out a satisfied grin.

"Only after I learn everything I need, you textile pile," the blonde replied.

Arnold's eyes widened from this scene, yet he couldn't help but feel vindicated for all the suffering Debrah has caused him during the past year. Still, the clerk felt it was time to break them up, so he rushed to the women right when they were about to start exchanging blows. Of course, the first couple of blows still flew out, and both of them hit Arnold, but the clerk managed to stop the women while ouching from pain.

"P-please, stop, I... I can explain everything!" Arnold yelled and fell silent right after, imagining how weird it must've sounded to other clerks.

After some deep breaths and a glass of water, the clerk managed to tell Debrah about his naked companion, her mission, and how he was trying to help her. Obviously, he omitted the details about getting Sungoods the codes. Instead, the clerk told her a fascinating tale about trying to stop a criminal who stole ICA data and who was now tied up at the abandoned facility, ready to be apprehended. Debrah calmly listened to his scuffed speech, then leaned back on her chair and began rubbing her temples.

"Well, that doesn't give her an excuse to stand on my desk," she finally retorted, "but... I see that it's indeed an ICA problem. I just don't understand why you couldn't keep your head down and let others handle it, Arnold."

Meanwhile, Leo left the table, but only after landing her bare butt right on Debrah's office appliances and causing her to cringe. Arnold could tell the administrator was about to lash out again, but learning Leo's high position eased her temper. So instead, she chose diplomacy:

"Lady Eleonora, I'm sure my employee is right, and there's nothing to worry about in Milran's case. I think it's better to notify your parents and escort you to the nearest portal to protect you from harm."

"I've already proven I can protect myself," Leo looked at Arnold with a smile.

The clerk confirmed it, remembering the terror on Sungoods' face that was visible even through his mask.

"Besides," the blonde raised her voice again, "why should I trust any of your governmental agency talk if you were the ones who couldn't keep my cousin safe in the first place?! He claimed he's being held in a palace with no exit, and someone from your nation is demanding money from him!"

Debrah raised her eyebrows, then suddenly turned to her computer as if remembering something she forgot a long time ago. Leo ran up to see it too, much to Debrah's discomfort due to having to share her personal space and seeing that pair of boobs right before her eyes.

"I think I know what he was talking about... At least partially. It must be about Caesar's Palace, the hotel in which he chose to stay before the meeting," the administrator pulled up some information, after which Arnold cautiously looked into the screen as well.

There was a map with a red line painted across the roads and streets of Las Vegas. It must've been Milran's route to the hotel, during which, according to Debrah, there were no accidents. Leo kept suggesting something must've happened later, to which the administrator proposed to call Milran right now and make sure he's okay. Arnold breathed a sigh of relief at first, but then realized that Milran wasn't responding to the call. They phoned him once, twice, and thrice, but it didn't even seem like the calls went through.

"Odd."

"Maybe he forgot to charge his phone?" Arnold whispered.

"His device works on a solar battery crafted in Sanflaria and is capable of holding charge for a week of constant usage!" Leo protested, "I told you there was something wrong with him."

Debrah tried convincing the blonde that Milran must've been busy or lost his phone. She didn't believe it herself, of course, but was still hoping to make the countess go away so ICA could figure this out without a scandal. Too bad Leo didn't believe her words and forced the woman to give her the address and room number, so she could check on Milran herself. While Debrah wasn't supposed to give out such confidential information, she was also taught to satisfy the needs of high-ranking Sanflarian nobles, and today the latter seemed much more important than the former.

"Of course, Lady Eleonora, our best employees will escort you to Caesar's Palace, where you'll meet your cousin in person."

"And I will..." Arnold tried interjecting.

"And you will go back to your workplace and finish with the emails! You've already made a mess of things."

The clerk fell silent and lowered his head, but not after throwing a glance at the majestic blonde for what he thought would be the last time. Indeed, it didn't matter what he said, Debrah would never trust him with such an important mission. The only thing that was left is returning to his boring office reality, where the only naked women he'll see will be on the news article illustrations. Yet, after he made the first step, Leo grabbed him and pulled him close.

"Arnold?! What the hell are you doing?!" Debrah got up from her seat as she saw the clerk's body pressing against Leo's.

Arnold would like to defend himself very much but couldn't say a word since Leo pushed his face right into one of her boobs. He could barely process what happened, but his body already reacted with excitement that was visible even through his pants.

"Hold on! I didn't say he could leave!" The blonde said with pressure.

"You... want to travel with him? Him?!"

Leo nodded while Arnold freed himself from the "booby" trap and looked at the countess with even more surprise. The blonde explained that while Debrah might trust her best employees more, the countess couldn't, so she won't let ICA select staff to take her anywhere. Instead, she'll opt for the help of Arnold, who's already proven his loyalty to her.

The blonde didn't question whether this feeling was based on his honor, fear, or horniness since it was fine either way. Debrah fell back into her chair after hearing the news, and for a second, Arnold thought she fainted. But she wouldn't make it in ICA if she couldn't deal with the unexpected.

"Lady Eleonora, I understand your points, but I must urge you to reconsider," Debrah finally looked up. "ICA wants to guarantee your safety... But with him, we just can't."

Arnold frowned and was already preparing to respond, unable to take this abuse any longer, yet Leo cut him off.

"No worries, I'll guarantee it myself. Don't be afraid for your employee either, I'll bring him back safe and sound. As long as he does what I say," the blonde glanced at her companion with an odd smirk.

Debrah made a couple more attempts to convince Leo, but soon gave up and let the blonde have her way. That's how Arnold was assigned the important task of escorting the countess to Caesar's Palace, which could've brought him ample career opportunities if done correctly and lots of trouble otherwise. Debrah decided to emphasize the last part and grabbed Arnold by his coat when he was leaving.

"Remember: if something happens to her, your desk job will become a happy dream!" The administrator said, glaring at the man like a predator.

Arnold nodded rapidly, then followed the blonde to the office exit.

"Um," the clerk reluctantly turned around, "also, we kinda stole a car on the way here. ICA will help us sort this out, right?"

"What?!" Debrah's eyes widened in shock.

***

Leo was enjoying the gentle sunlight in their convertible, her legs on the front panel once again. Arnold would've enjoyed staying here all day, just enjoying her naked body with all the drivers and pedestrians glancing at her with surprise and desire as they passed by. But this girl was here for a reason, and the clerk couldn't let her down. He had to be a man and protect Leo at all costs, at least that's what his hormones kept telling him.

"Come on, come on," the clerk was desperately turning the ignition key.

Earlier he suggested they change the car, but Leo was sure that an ICA vehicle would be bugged, tracked, and possess a bunch of other qualities that would allow anyone to spy on the duo. On the other hand, an old car belonging to a random junkie was obviously safe.

"So, is this Vegas far away from here?"

"If we start driving right now, we'll get there at sunset. T-thanks for choosing me, by the way, and for that scary speech of yours. It, uh, really convinced Debrah," the man smiled awkwardly.

"The speech? I wasn't bluffing, you know. You better be useful, or there will be problems."

"Oh."

Finally, the car's engine responded to his attempts, and they could start their long way to Las Vegas. The clerk suggested raising the top, but Leo claimed she liked the wind and didn't see any reason to hide.

"Indeed, you've got nothing to hide at all," Arnold shared a laugh with his naked passenger.

The two made a couple more cracks at each other, and the atmosphere turned friendly without either of them realizing it. Arnold felt his anxiety subside while driving through his hometown's streets, hearing whistles and honks directed at Leo from all around. After all, even if the situation wasn't what he expected, he was still riding in a red convertible with an amazing naked chick, why not enjoy this moment? Apparently, the car disagreed since it pierced Arnold's ears with a horrible sound, indicating that it was low on fuel.

"Huh, seems like that junkie forgot to fill his tank. We need to stop at a gas station if we're trying to reach Vegas," he concluded, pulling up to a driveway near a shiny sign with the ever-increasing fuel prices.

There was one small car in line before them, so the wait shouldn't have been long. A suit-clad man was filling up its tank; he looked like a pastor. Leo honked the car's horn to make him go faster, to which he turned around and froze for a moment. This reaction was nothing new, except for the fact that he was clearly not pleased.

"Atone for your lust, children!" the pastor said in a disappointed tone, "the pits of hell await those who cling to their vices."

"What are you even on about?!" Leo shouted back, "what vices? I'm not sinning by wearing clothes like most of your women, at least!"

The pastor was utterly confused by this response and quickly returned to his car. Arnold was glad he didn't continue the argument. This religious clash would mean trouble. He understood Leo's reaction, though. It was expected of Sanflarians who believed in their Many-eyed Star God to not understand some Christian dogmas, especially considering that their deity deemed covering a woman's body to be a sin.

The duo finally reached the fuel pump, and Arnold urged Leo to leave the car for safety. When she heard that gasoline was highly flammable, she was even more surprised the Earth residents were using it at all. The clerk tried his best to explain that not every planet was blessed with solar energy capable of meeting all of its civilization's needs. As the two got up, a naughty thought crossed Arnold's mind: he really wanted to see Leo's butt up close once more, but he couldn't just ask for it right away, so instead decided to disguise his desire.

"Do you want to help me fill up the tank? You seem to have strong hands!"

Leo smirked at the compliment and approached the clerk. It was hard for her to get the hang of it, but soon she grabbed the fuel nozzle along with Arnold and put it right into the tank. The clerk gasped when her tender hand touched his and nearly dropped the nozzle from excitement.

"Oh, I see why you need my help. Your grip needs some serious training," the blonde shook her head.

The two stood right beside one another, Arnold enjoying the view on Leo's naked butt as she leaned forward to better see the fueling process. A couple cars appeared in line behind them, but their male drivers surely didn't mind the countess taking her time. However, all joyful moments must end, and Arnold soon realized it was time to go and pay. As he was telling this to Leo, she suddenly went into a coughing fit. The reason turned out to be a muscular biker redhead who stood nearby, leaning on her motorcycle. Or, to be more precise, the reason was her cigarette.

"What are those devilish fumes? Is the car smoke not enough for all of you?!" Leo covered her nose.

"You don't smoke in your world?"

"We do, but not this... Substance. The stench is unlike anything I've smelled before!"

"Well, um, I'll explain this later. Just p-please, wait for me and don't do anything too reckless about it. I'll come back in a minute!"

Arnold ran to the counter, leaving Leo one-on-one with the smoking tomboy. Of course, it only took a couple seconds for the countess to approach her and start the argument. While the clerk was chatting with the cashier, he heard rising female voices coming from outside. The short-haired redhead spread her arms around and spoke in a mocking tone, while Leo showered her with active gestures, once again not noticing the jiggling of her breasts.

Apparently, the countess tried to explain that she won't stand for poisoning others with this smoke in a public place, while the biker called her a hypocrite for preaching public decency while walking around butt-ass-naked. Soon, Leo had enough and simply snatched the cig from the redhead's hands, throwing it right into the nearby bin. The clerk managed to overhear the last two phrases before their confrontation turned physical.

"I've got many more, try frisking me if you're bold enough!" the biker showed Leo her large fist.

"Gladly," a mischevious spark shone in Leo's eyes as she lunged forward.

Arnold couldn't leave as his card was still getting processed, plus he didn't feel like breaking up another fight, still feeling the bruises from the previous one. So he watched Leo masterfully dodge the biker's blow, then got around her and put her jacket on her head in a swift maneuver. The redhead tried fighting back, but the countess danced around her, setting her sights on the girl's clothes. In a moment, a loud sound was heard through the station when the biker's shirt got ripped to shreds. Her bra followed shortly after, its lock destroyed by Leo's precise strike.

"What the hell are you doing?!" the biker tore off her jacket and covered her large, round breasts while the male drivers honked their car horns in appreciation.

"Frisking you, just as I was asked!"

Leo ducked as if making a bow and evaded yet another punch, but not only that. She also pulled down the biker's black leather pants, leaving her only in goofy-looking granny panties. Now the redhead's fit, muscular body was almost fully on display, her impressive physique starkly contrasting with her face that was burning from shame. The passersby laughed, probably mistaking this for a show or a desperate ad campaign, and the redhead finally realized there was no winning this battle.

"Please, stop, I surrended!" she ran to her bike but suddenly stopped, feeling the pulling sensation on her backside.

Leo firmly grabbed the redhead's panties and, before their owner could react, swiftly ripped them off. The waistband burst, hitting the biker's hairy pussy and leaving it completely exposed along with her taut backside. The redhead screamed from both pain and embarrassment while running away as if from a wildfire. She managed to start the bike and leave, but only after the countess gave her a final butt-slap. The motorcycle drove off through the streets with whistles and laughs following its naked, red-faced rider.

"Leo, what did you do?!" Arnold ran outside, observing the biker's destroyed clothes.

"I did these streets two favors: removed a smoker and added a hot naked babe, you can thank me later," the countess smiled proudly.

"B-but I told you not to do anything too reckless!" he whined, understanding how many troubles this assault could cause.

"True, and I didn't. She left completely unscathed, minus the waistband part of course, but that's her fault for wearing panties. That was just a little lesson for her."

The countess grabbed a cigarette pack poking out of the leather pants' pocket and threw it into the bin, completing her altruistic act.

"Okay, okay, I guess I needed to clarify what my phrase meant by my standards," the clerk sighed, then got into the car and hurried to drive off before somebody called the cops.

They caught a glimpse of the biker's naked ass as she speeded away, trying her best to cover up while driving. One part of the clerk's mind was filled with anxious thoughts: it was a lawsuit AND a traffic accident ready to happen. The other part, the same that prompted him to team up with Sungoods, couldn't help but enjoy what he saw. Still, it was probably best to try controlling Leo more from now on. They overcame less than a quarter of their road to Vegas, and there was no telling what other ideas the naked countess would come up with to spread Sanflarian culture on the way.