An Embarrassing Escape

I am such a stupid person to be honest. I'm a woman, having small boobs, a semi-hairy pussy, who is handcuffed in the middle of a fired Walmart, in just her shoes. Yeah, JUST her shoes. And nothing else. And at the same time, my clothes are lying somewhere out of reach. And what do I do? I panic. Of course!

Nevertheless. Even if the world's on fire, there's no possible fucking way that I go in front of people with my hands tied to my back like that. So what do I do? I return into the washroom.

And with nothing left to do. I think.

Firstly, I need my hands to the front. I sit down. And taking help of all the gymnastic, flexibility et cetera that I have in my body, I try getting my handcuffed hands to the front. I fail. Miserably. So I shriek. Ughhhhhh! Those godforsaken college rascals!

Well, so what was option number two? I had to get the key. I must.

So I approach the bathroom door again. The fire-alarm has stopped now. I peek outside. There's no one around. I manage to put just one leg out as I see some shadows and my heart shudders as I disappear into the bathroom again. The shadows soon disappear. I look out again. No one. And I move out. Still cowering. My hands cuffed at my back.

I move around counters. Hiding behind counters.

Some customers appear my heart skips a beat. A suddenly move behind the counter. It is a lady with her son. I rush behind a carton and lay there in silence. Hiding in plain sight. My knees press against my chest. My breaths ragged.

Soon, the voices submerge, and I know I'm safe again.

I peek up.

And there's no one. I cower out and start exploring the different sections again. And alas, in the next section. I find them. My clothes. Lying just beneath a counter.

I rush towards them. There's nobody around. And with rather difficulty of the handcuffed hands, I wear my shorts. But the t-shirt was a problem now. How could I possibly wear it!?

Ugh.

I was not roaming around topless. Neither could I. I could go to jail for violating public decency! And thus, I somehow manage to get the t-shirt on me. It presses tightly against my chest, and obviously, it is still a little translucent from the original splash. On the top of that, my nipples are definitely hard because of the recent prolonged exhibition.

And thus the light fabric t-shirt, which is clearly translucent, presses tightly against my chest. Showing all off.

Nevertheless. I remind myself that: "Beggar cannot be choosers." And thus, I turn around. Time to find someone to cut my fucking handcuffs. And as I feel like approaching a clerk, I realize, where the hell was my purse!? It had my car keys!

And what do I do again...? I panic, of course.