Angela makes a naked run for it

Angela rested against the wall. She was right, the mere thought of being exposed to that line of people made Annie want to hide in a container forever, but returning to her clothes now was just asking to get lost again. Not to mention that she should not waste more time, the blackmailer could return at any moment. Luckily, she had a plan.

“Hmm, I think I can open the locker without being seen, but you have to promise to do everything I say.”

Angela took in a deep breath. “…Fine.”

“Close your eyes.” Angela did, Annie grabbed her shoulders and spun her around a bit.

“What are you doing?”

“Trust me, this requires perfect timing. Don’t open your eyes until I say so, and follow my precise commands.”

Angela nodded her head solemnly. “Walk five paces forward …now twenty to your right. …Three more. Ok, at the count of three you will open your eyes and run left. One, two-”

“Look, a naked woman!”

Angela opened her eyes. She was at the entrance, face to face with a line of truckers, businessmen, secretaries, and other assorted people who came to put or retrieve goods from Container City. Needless to say, their boredom was broken, they were all quite entertained with the naked spectacle.

“A second streaker in two days?”

“She certainly has a couple of big packages.”

“Is she one of those mail order brides I heard so much about?”

“EEEK!” Angela began running to her right with her hands firmly grasping her chest to prevent them from bouncing too much.

While people were watching the blonde streaker, Annie sneaked to the locker and opened it. “Sorry Angela, but it was the only way,” she whispered to herself. “I swear I’ll make the blackmailer pay for making me do that.”