Photographed by KMann Photo
The summer after my freshman year of college, I was back
under my parents’ roof, taking summer school classes, in need of a job, and
completely unable to bend the truth. I had discovered the nude beach, Pirates’ Cove, and spent every afternoon there doing my homework and lounging around in
the beach dress code – my birthday suit. Finding a summer job proved a problem
as I lacked the ability to portray myself as living back in my hometown, and no
employer was keen to hire someone who would only be around for a handful of months.
Faced with no other option, I created and delivered fliers to an elderly
community near my temple, and hoped someone would take pity on the young Jewish
musician who may have been an honors student and fully competent in re-hanging
clothing tried on my frivolous teenagers and soccer moms, but still found
interviews coming to a close after the question about where she studied – not
the town where she sought employment.
Visibly nude in public, and clothed while working, the idea
of doing both certainly crossed my mind.
When I returned to Southern California for my sophomore
year, the idea stuck and I searched around craigslist and newspaper for ways to
combine my propensity to clean with my natural comfort being nude. Hired for
Randy Housecleaners (horrible pun intended) to clean homes while wearing a one
of several French maid inspired thongs (not to be confused with the crotchless underwear I just discussed), a bow tie and heels of my choice, I went home with
a collection of cleaning supplies which would turn out to last four years of
cleaning my own apartment, and the notice to stay posted about my first gig. My
young 19 year-old self was assured this was strictly for cleaning, and not
concerned. As a student, an additional gig a week with this job would provide
adequate extra cash to support my studies and satisfy my curiosity. The job never happened – they were confronted
with issues about legality and intention, and soon that potential for a high
paid, high exposure cleaning gig came to a close and was tucked away in my
memory bank of things not yet explored.
To me, cleaning in the nude makes sense. You don’t want your
clothing to get ruined by bleach? Take off your clothing. You need to use a lot
of water to clean out the bathtub?
Remove your clothing, hop in and now water is not an issue.
I have pursued this for an occasional photo-shoot, often
upon my own suggestion.
I have also helped clean several homes of people I know,
often in the nude because that is a Keira inclination. Call these examples of model photography or
documentation of a model cleaning your home (varying amounts of real cleaning took place); I present to you Keira Cleans.
Photographed by KMann Photo
Houston, TX
Photographed by End of the Road Studios
ABQ, NM
Fetish Nude Housecleaning Shoot
Folding Laundry with cuffed hands
Blindfolded, bound vacuuming
Napping on the job in washing machine
None of the above recommended for efficient cleaning, but this is how David wanted me to clean and he was the boss.
Photos by David Rolin
Photographed by StereoStyles
Rhode Island
This blog entry has been sponsored by celebratory bourbon spiked coffee and a dash of Christmas Cheer.
This blog entry has been sponsored by celebratory bourbon spiked coffee and a dash of Christmas Cheer.
Nude cleaning, your comment about not wanting to wear clothing, for fear of ruining them, makes perfect sense to me!
ReplyDeleteThere is logic behind some of this. :)
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