After I left the Police Department, I got a job at the LA fitness in Corona. It wasn't the huge one on Hamner like there is today, but a much smaller club in a strip mall on West 6th Street. It was also unusual in that it had an outdoor pool surrounded by a seven foot stone wall. I became the assistant manager there and so on many occasions, I was the one who closed up and had to turn on the alarms and lock up. But of course, hehe, I would often lock up and stay there. I would get naked and work out on the machines, shoot some basketball, or even practice my racketball shots. My roommate even came in to join me after hours and play racketball with me, he clothed and me nude. And of course, there was the outdoor pool. I had to be careful though, because the door had a habit of locking if you closed it, so I had to make sure there was something blocking the locking mechanism to prevent the lock from engaging. I loved to skinnydip in that pool and enjoy the night sky.
One time though, it turned out that I got sprayed by the helicopter that was spraying for the fruit flies. It flew directly over head as I lay on my back floating and gazing up at the stars. It really pissed me off, because they always announced when and where they were going to spray that nasty crap, and I had not heard it mentioned on the news that night at all. So, I got sprayed, and had to rush inside to the showers to get that crap off of me.
Anyway, it was very nice and sometimes erotic to work out in this big open gym with no one to bother me, while nude for the entire time. Very nice memories of that place.
Don
I already typed and submitted this one, but for some reason, it is not here, and has flown into cyber space somewhere. Oh well.
Because of my experience at a 5 star hotel in Cincinnati, I worked for a short time as the hotel detective for the Mission Inn in Riverside, California. It is also a five star hotel, built on sprawling grounds, and designed to look like an old Spanish mission. Being the hotel detective, I had the keys to the kingdom, and would get naked on many occasions. The most memorable was probably the time I got naked and walked the catacombs. No, they are not real catacombs, but are tunnel like in appearance, and have storage spaces and meander along the outer walls of the hotel under street level. It was cool just to say I did it. I was also nude in the bell tower, the bridal suite, the gym, many of the meeting rooms and hotel rooms, and once in the early morning hours, I walked the famous rotunda nude from top to bottom and back up again, after leaving my clothes in the bridal suite. It was quite a rush. Oh, and I also stripped down nude while in the cathedral with its solid gold altar (no, this was not sacraligeous, as God sees us nude all the time any way). This was right before security cameras went in everywhere, as there is no way in hell I would try that now. I could not be as bold as I had been at the Omni in Cincinnati since much of the Mission Inn is outdoors and I could be seen from the street or other buildings, but when the opportunity presented itself, I definitely took full advantage of each one.
Don
At the same time I worked at the Mission Inn, I also worked security at the Orange Fair Grounds in San Bernardino. I started there in the winter, and there was not a whole lot of opportunities to get naked. I always worked graveyard, unless there was a concert or a special event, at which time I was supervisor for a team of people, like when Willy came to town, Secretary of the Interior Bruce Babbit (I worked with the Secret Service), or some kind of gathering like a skateboard demo. Being winter, and having no office, between rounds I would park next to the only exterior outlet i could find in the whole freakin grounds (which fortunately faced the main gate), and I would run an extension cord into the car and plug in a ceramic space heater, which was a whole heck of a lot cheaper than running the car heater. Anyway, it would get nice and toasty, so I would often strip down in between rounds and read my book.
Once the weather got warm though, it was on. The grounds are expansive, and I would have to say, it is not quite one square mile. There are also tall bushes along the main drag inside the fence, so no one can really see inside in many places. In addition, there are few lights. So I felt very comfortable stripping down and walking almost the entire grounds nude, to include the buildings I had access to, as well as the stadium area. I would often climb to the top of the stadium and sit nude looking at the lights of the city all around me. There was even an off site gambeling place on the grounds, but outside the rear gate, so I would drive to the gate, unlock and open it nude, drive through, lock it back up, go to the building, run to the door nude and enter the code, and walk the building nude. Then I would go outside after making sure the coast was clear, exit, enter the code to arm the alarms, and then go through the gate again, all while nude. I also had access to the green rooms that VIPs used to get ready for concerts, so I would sometimes go in there if I needed to shower (after a hot night) or I needed to get ready for a day event. It was nice to have the grounds to myself to do what I wanted. I only had one close encounter, and that was when a pack of coyotes came up from the Santa Ana River Bed, which ran through the grounds, and were yipping and calling. Being naked out in the open with only a flashlight in my hands with a bunch of hungry coyotes less than a 100 yards away was a hair raising experience!
Don
Yeah, the experiences I have submitted thus far were before security cameras became commonplace. In fact, the last story took place around 1994. Today, there is no way in hell I would get naked if I knew there were cameras in the area. In your case, it is NOT worth it. Not only might you lose that client, but word of mouth could cause you to lose other clients as well. However, if you have a good relationship with your client, and it does not affect safety, ask them if they mind if you or your workers can work nude. You might be surprised.
Don
The next time I was able to be nude at work was at a company called Cat-Tech. We would dump or vacuum the catalyst out of the big huge chemical reactors that you see in the refineries, and my specialty was as the troubleshooter. When ever someone could not figure out how to get something done, I was sent in to solve it. Whenever a situation was too dangerous and the other techs were too scared to go in, I went in. Anyway, my boss gave me a lot of lee way since I had such a good attitude and he could rely on me in a pinch.
The first time I got naked on the job was when I had to drive a fully loaded down Duelly back from Eastern Montana to Southern Cal. I was only one of two guys who did not smoke, so I was allowed to drive this truck by myself so there would be no bickering if someone wanted to smoke, and since I was on my own, I took off at seven at night. As soon as I cleared the refinery, the clothes came off. I had to put them back on outside of Salt Lake to get fuel, but they came off again afterwards. I stayed nude all the way to Vegas, and since I was way ahead of schedule, I stopped and stayed at the Luxor for the (now) daytime, and stayed nude in the hotel. I took off again that night, got naked as soon as I left the city lights, and stayed that way all the way into Long Beach.
The second time was kinda bizarre as well as risky. Some of the reactors we worked in were what we called multi-beds, in other words, they were one reactor, but had multiple sections. For safety reasons, no one worked in a multi-bed alone, as you had to have at least one guy in the bed above you, and if the bottom guy was three or more deep, there was a third guy above the second guy. We worked in a pure nitrogen atmosphere since oxygen and pyrotechnics are a bad combination, so we wore these special helmets that had five sources of air. In between the beds was normally a very narrow opening, a hatch if you will, that often was barely large enough to squeeze through, so if the bottom guy was vacuuming, the other guys were normally kicking back against the reactor wall, away from the hatch where he could not be seen, and usually took a nap if he was not needed.
Well, on one occasion, things were slow, the bottom guy was working really slow in the bottom and fifth bed, so we had plenty of time. I was on the third bed, working as safety for the other two guys. I got bored, and since no one could see me from below, and no one could see from above on the reactor deck, I decided to get naked, or, as naked as I could get. I had to leave the helmet on, but I unzipped the tyvek suit we wore, took off my gloves and boots, and took off the bike shorts I was wearing underneath (the reactors were very warm). It was sweet to be nude inside of a chemical reactor in a pure nitrogen atmosphere (well, nude with my helmet). I stayed that way for about a half hour before I decided that it was close to a change out, and went ahead and got dressed. Bizarre, but fun.
Don
I work at a carry-out and delivery restaurant that is pretty laid back. Most of our business happens at dinner time, so before 4 PM there is usually only a delivery driver and a manager. Last Thursday, I was that delivery driver and I was working with the General Manager. One of the assistant managers was turning 30 the next day, so the GM sent me out to buy a celebratory dessert for later that night. When I returned to the store, we discussed how I should surprise the birthday boy.
"We can hide it in the walk-in cooler," said the GM, "and you can bring it out when it isn't too busy." Then his face lit up and he started chuckling. "You should come out of there completely naked with the pie," he joked. "I'll give you fifty bucks!"
Little did he know, I didn't need the $50 as an incentive. A few of my coworkers know I am a nudist, but the GM didn't. I think he was a bit taken aback when he realized that I would really do it. For sanitary, budgetary, and customer visibility reasons (and probably a little nervousness on his part), we modified the deal so that I would come from the back bathroom in nothing but a half apron for $30. As some of the other employees arrived, I got them to write birthday messages on my torso and butt. In the intervening hours, I was alternately nervous and really, really excited to be naked in front of my coworkers.
The birthday boy eventually arrived, and I went in the back bathroom, stripped down to just the apron (which I later disposed), and waited. One of my coworkers started singing "Yankee Doodle" very loudly. That was my cue, and I emerged singing "Happy Birthday" wearing nothing but an apron, a hat, and a very big smile. The birthday manager, after exposing everyone to a pair of rude digital gestures, gave me a big hug and took pictures of his birthday messages.
"So," I asked, "can I just hang out back here like this?"
Most of my coworkers had already begun making their way to the front of the store, and the one girl who was left looked around, realized she and I were the only ones still there, said, "Okay, this is kinda weird," and followed the others.
Overall, it was a fantastic night! And the assistant manager will remember his 30th birthday for at least the next 50 years.
When I returned to California, I sold and installed our canopies, but, it is a seasonal product. People just do not think about needing shade in the fall and winter, even in sunny southern California. So I started to install horse barns. It was extremely lucrative, and I found, extremely fulfilling personally. They were steel frame barns with 2X6 tongue and groove siding, and metal roofs, and I have to say, it was incredibly satisfying to see a bunch of materials on the ground at the job site upon arrival, and then three days later, you have a finished six stall raised breezeway barn ready for their new tenants. Even more satisfying was the fact that I went all over the State of California and Utah, and my favorite was when I had to go into Gold Country: Angels Camp, Cool (yes, there is a town in California called Cool... just do not look for it, because everyone keeps stealing the sign), Auburn, Grass Valley, and Placerville. Really, the whole route of hwy 49 was awesome, and rich with equestrian people.
Typically, it was hot when we built these barns, and I could only bear the dirt grime and sweat for so long before I needed to shower down. The clients were always required to have both electricity and water on the site, so I always had a hose and nozzle in my truck. So when it got unbearable, I would drag the hose to a spot in the trees, hang it from an overhead branch, strip down, and turn on the nozzle to take a very refreshing shower. Just getting the crap off your skin and throwing your shorts back on was refreshing in itself, and I would be good for another few hours. Even if no trees were available, I would sometimes do it behind my truck where no one could see.
I had recruited a guy I worked with at Cat Tech to be my partner since the barns are two man jobs, and he got used to my nudity. And even though he would not get nude in front of me, he would go into the trees and duplicate what I did, and he admitted that it was very refreshing to get naked and get the grime off. But I also developed the habit of showering before we left the job for the final time, usually because we wanted to get on the road and either go home or get to the next job, and I didn't want to travel for several hours in my truck all grimey. Sometimes, the client was nice enough to offer their showers to us (equestrian people are just so incredibly nice), and so when offered, we both took advantage of that. But the norm was to load up the truck, and then we would take turns hanging that hose from the beam of the barn in the breezeway, and standing on a pallet or some thing to keep our feet out of the mud, we would strip down and shower (shampoo, soap, the whole nine yards) and dress for the trip. Matt usually was finishing loading and doing inventory of tools, and if he was not done by the time I was dressed, I would finish while he showered (he had come to the point of being nude in front of me to take these showers). I did this just about every where, since the barns had doors, and we told the clients we were going to be getting naked and showering, so they knew what we were doing and were OK with it. Weather permitting of course.
In addition, there were always delays in construction as is typical. You can not plan for everything. When that happened, I took advantage of it and would go to local nude recreation spots like the Angel's Camp Caves and the Yuba River... but that is another post in a different thread of discussion. I missed doing that kind of work, and the beauty of my job sites, and the freedom of getting naked on the job.
Don
I made good money building barns, but there were some times when we had to wait on materials that were a custom order, so I would have two to three weeks down time. I started to work for a handyman service, renovating whole houses, renovating rooms like baths or an entertainment center, or doing something as simple as running a new outlet. I had quite a few opportunities to get naked, when ever the client was out of the house of course. On one occasion, I had to install crown molding and wall paper borders in this lady's house and she had o work until 7PM every night, so I was free to be nude the whole time.
On another, I did a whole house renovation that required a LOT of work, and it was an empty rental that needed to be prepared for future rentals, so I told the client that I would work around the clock to get it done if he would give me a bonus. The quicker I got done, the quicker he could get someone in there. He agreed, and I worked 16-20 hour days, most of the time nude unless I had to work on a window that faced the street and could not have the curtains drawn. But it was nice to work nude, especially doing the sheet rock repairs and painting, since I could then go into his back yard (at night) and under his vine covered patio cover, and shower using his hose and my spray nozzle. I must have done about 80% of the work on that place nude.
On one other job, I had to repair some sprinkler heads and controls for a client, and they had a backyard pool. When they had to go into LA for a funeral, I finished my job by skinny dipping in their pool. And last, I did a lot of work for a client in Chino Hills, both minor and major electrical work inside and outside of the home, and this included repairing their stereo and speaker system for the pool area. When they left for a four day holiday weekend, I was able to sun and skinny dip in the nude after they left.
There were a few other nude opportunities while working for this company, but once again, when I had the opportunity, I seized it.
Don
I worked for a well known oil field service company in their wireline division, where we would use explosives to perforate wells, or use sensitive instruments to take readings in the wells. I often drove the wireline truck, which weighed about 80,000 pounds and had a sleeper on the back of it. When we took readings, the operation would often take several hours, since the instruments had to travel as much as 17000 feet at the rate of 5 feet a second, so there was a lot of down time. I usually would either get on my computer, read, or sleep, and if I slept, it was always in the sleeper nude with the curtains drawn (yes, I thouroughly scrubbed and cleaned it before I started sleeping in there period, much less nude). we were always required to wear long pants with our work shirts, and since we worked with explosives and grease, our clothes would always be rather filthy, so it was my standard practice to wear shorts or clean pants and a different shirt to and from work, and I would use a certain section of our parking lot to open my superduty truck doors to strip nude and switch clothes. If it was warm enough, and especially if it was night time when I was done with a job, I would strip and drive home nude on to my private 35 acre property, where I am always nude.
Later on, I became the "hot shot" driver, that would deliver the perforating guns to the job sites, or would make supply runs and deliver or pick up items from vendors in other cities, or to another one of our camp cities. I would never drive nude in a company truck since I was usually transporting haz mat materials and was subject to being stopped by law enforcement at any time, but on occasion if I had to go into a remote wilderness area, and it was a nice day, I would stop in a wilderness area and strip nude for a little nude time.
As a side note: People who say that perforating is destroying the water supply in our nation, get a grip. Water tables in this country are rarely deeper than 2000 feet. Perforating and fracking operations occur at 12,000 to 20,000 feet, so there is no way those operations are causing the problem. It may be a related operation, but not from perforating or fracking.
This is my last "nude at work" story, since I am now semi-retired. But all of my experiences were fun and I enjoyed them. I encourage people to look for opportunities to try getting nude at work.
Don
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