Center Stage

Grace slowly climbed the rungs of the thankfully unlocked catwalk access feeling her heart pounding in her chest the naked teen was soon pushing herself up onto the narrow walkway itself.

Buzzing with nervous energy forcing her to push forward. Her hands shook and goosebumps covered her exposed skin, as she felt every air current dance around her.

She found herself with a birds eye view of the crowd. The catwalk she was on was setup like a Y with a single pathway extending out over the stage before splitting about a third of the way down the room into a service platform for the theatrical lighting. Runners extended off of this platform towards the back of the room where she now found herself.

She spent nearly 10 minutes frozen trying to come up with a better solution to come to her. Deciding she couldn't wait out the 90 minute panel that had just started.

Praying the shadows would hide her, and mentally berating herself for getting into this mess, she began inching her way forward. Intending to climb down backstage and hopefully find something to cover with.

She couldn't believe what she was doing, She tried to stop herself from looking down, both from a fear of heights and because she was terrified of seeing people looking back at her from the packed audience below. Inch by inch she was making slow but steady progress. So far she had been on the side of the room in near complete darkness. She would now have to turn to her right and cross into the center of the room.

Down on the floor John was having an amazing day. His group of friends was generally more into Star Wars than he was but he didn't mind tagging along to the panel, enjoying the chance to sit down and rest for a while. He was just considering resting his eyes for a quick catnap, letting his head roll back on his seat. When a glint of movement and something shiny caught his eye. Focusing in as best he could where he had seen the flash of silver. He watched as a beautiful naked form slowly creeped her way across the catwalk overhead towards the center of the room. His eyes bugged out of his skull as he quickly pulled out his phone and began recording.

Grace was focused on her goal, it was the only thing for it, she refused to look down telling herself no one had a reason to look up unless she gave them one but feeling the eyes of the crowd on her she was **** to duck down under some air ducting, she winced as the heavy chain attached to he collar made what sounded to Grace like a drumline of clanking as it made contact with the metal grating of the platform floor. She pooled it in her left hand and began slowly crawling forward on 3 limbs. It was cooler than she'd have liked but even still she felt slick with sweat she was surprised her pounding heart couldn't be heard over the presentation.

John followed the naked girl on the catwalk with his camera phone, fascinated and knowing noone would beleive him otherwise. His upturned phone and lack of attention to the front was first noticed by his friends and then someone a couple rows back. Before long a small but growing patch of the crowd had spotted the crawling coed as she made her way over the stage proper.

Grace was almost home free, well... she was almost 1 step closer to being on the ground again and hopefully finding clothes... She was nearly over the stage itself as the voice actress for Asoka Tano in the clone wars was discussing her Starwars themed womens fashion line... When it happened, Grace was now more or less **** to look down as her passage was hindered by building supports and air ducting causing her to need to squat low or crawl. As she glanced down at the presentor she was shocked immobile as she locked eyes with the voice actress.

She had been spotted, oh god! Luckily for Grace the young woman giving the presentation just shook her head and continued with the presentation. After a brief stutter and trail off of her thought at the side of the glistening bare teen.

A short time later Grace found herself beginning to climb down the access ladder on the back of the stage. In total she had only been up there for 20 minutes or so and 10 of those had been spent getting up the nerve to move in the first place.

She felt the ball of nerves in her gut slack just a bit now that there was a thick theater curtain between her and the audience.

As she approached the bottom of the ladder she went to stepdown onto the next rung but found her foot blocked by a flat sheet of metal.

Shit! this ladder was locked! there was a metal sheet padlocked closed over the first 6 feet or so of ladder rungs. There was a series of thick ropes just a couple of feet to her left. she began to try and catch one of them with her foot. It took her a few tries but eventually she was able to grab the line with her toes and bring it towards her hand. Grabbing it with both hands she put her full weight on the rope preparing to slide down to the floor.

However when her full weight hit the rope. Instead of supporting her it was dragged down with her as she half fell half slid to the ground. Letting out a surprised scream despite herself and landing hard on her feet, falling forward to her knees. catching herself with her hands.

So focused on her sudden plummet and landing that it took her a few seconds to process what every other person in the room already had, as a flood of sudden light cast a hard shadow of her bare form on the wall.

That rope had opened a gap in the main curtains.

As the presentor turned her attention to the movement behind her. Grace now found herself front and center stage for an audience of several thousand people, desssed only in heels an ankle pouch and a collar. Several live streams scrambled to figure out a way to censor the poor girl as tens of thousands more people caught site of her from the comfort of their computer chairs at home.

She was frozen in shock for a beat before her mind caught up and she began sprinting for the exit. Her nude form projected 15 foot high on either side of the stage as the presentor camera followed her and the shocked audience was brought out of their silence when someone yelled "Streaker!" exploding in a chorus of gasps, catcalls and whistles.

The mortified teen had no thought in her head besides to get away sprinting as fast as she could out the side of the room the coed charged back into the con itself, her tanlines mocking her total lack of cover as they highlighted her exposed body for the world.