It was like two in the morning, and foggy out. I saw the lady through the big front windows of the Mini-Mart, standing at the counter under the fluorescent lights. There weren’t any cars in the parking lot. Mom and Dad were fast asleep after a night of loud sex that I heard from my bedroom before I snuck out of the house.

I walked out of the fog in my platform sandals, the ones with the cork heels and the pink straps that tie halfway up my calves. I have to take short steps in them, so if anything went wrong I wouldn’t be able to run. But what could go wrong? I was just an innocent little girl with a craving for a late-night snack.

A sign was taped to the inside of the glass door that said “Shirts and shoes required.”

“Perfect,” I said to myself. “I am wearing shoes, and I am wearing a shirt.”

The sign didn’t say anything about pants.

I pulled open the door and went inside, naked from the waist down. Well, not really from the waist. More like from the stomach. The shirt I had on was cut off under my pokies. It was a sleeveless white T that said Pussy Riot in pink splashy letters across the front. I also had on mom’s wide straw hat with the pink band and my tiny pink purse over my shoulder. I’d even put on some bright pink lipstick. You want to look your best when you leave the house.

And what’s better-looking than a bare ass?

Hey, I’m Danielle. It’s what I do. I love being naked, and I love being looked at – within reason. When I get the urge in the middle of the night, or after school, or out in the park, I gotta strip down, and if somebody sees me, that’s a bonus.

The lady at the counter was a chubby little thing with butch-cut gray hair, wearing one of those orange and red store smocks. She barely looked up when I came in. I don’t think she realized I was nude before I made a hard right and disappeared among the shelves.

I went to the big glass-door freezers in the back to get something to drink. It was fun, pacing back and forth, making up my mind, and knowing the lady couldn’t see my butt was hanging out.

Finally, I picked out a watermelon iced tea – the cold blast of air was a thrill when I opened the freezer door – then went down the snack aisle where they keep the fruit pies and cupcakes. Nothing appealed to me, so I strolled up the next aisle to look at the pretzels and chips, still hidden by the high racks.

I decided I’d rather have some candy, which is up front at the cash register. I came down the bread aisle, turned the corner, and thunked my bottle down on the counter. Very nonchalant. Just another customer. That’s when I realized the lady had been able to see me the whole time.

I forgot about the cameras.

They were all over the store, with a big color monitor in the corner, over the lottery printer. The screen had four images on it, and I was in two of them – one view from the front, over the lady’s shoulder, and one from the back, both looking down at an angle. I liked the one from the back. I don’t get to see my ass much, and I have to say, it made me proud. I didn’t look as skinny on camera as I do in the mirror at home, which was nice. My rear end was rounder and prettier than I imagined. At least I thought so. I had to admire it for a minute.

“Is that all?” the lady said.

“Uh, no,” I said. “I’d like some candy, too.”

I looked over all the orange and yellow and brown wrappers while the lady looked at my crotch. I’m starting to get some fuzz down there. It’s light blonde, and there’s not enough to hide my slit yet. I think she was trying to figure out how old I am.

“Know what you want?” she said.

“I can’t decide between the Skittles and the M&Ms.”

“Take all the time you need.”

I started to get that wonderful tingle all over, which is just what I want when I run around naked. This was amazing. The lady was into it, and I realized I was on full display through the big windows and the glass door. I imagined what I’d look like from the side, with the brim of Mom’s hat hiding my face, and my hair tumbling over my shoulders. Anybody outside would have an unbroken view from my ribs to my legs, with the half-bubble of my butt in the middle.

“Oh! You have Peanut Chews!” I said. “I’ll take those.”

I grabbed two packs and laid them beside the drink. The lady rang it up. I handed her a five-dollar bill from my purse.

“Would you like a bag?”

“Oh, let’s see” – dragging out the time – “yes, please.”

She put the iced tea and the candy in one of those white plastic bags Dad says are choking the planet. While she did that, and got my change, my hand wandered to my pussy. I made circles with one finger, pushing the lips this way and that. I wasn’t showing off. I did it absent-mindedly. It’s a natural thing when I go around naked. My toes curled in my sandals.