Cut your losses

"You let someone put an **** person in your dumb gross piss machine? And you're yelling at ME?!" You shout back, finding the remainder of your dignity as the man's piss continues to drip out and off of you. The lady looks shocked, not realizing you were **** when they put you in there, but her anger quickly resumes as you squat slightly and eject the piss from your bowels defiantly, not really caring what it looks like right now.

"Hey, bitch! Don't make me come out there!" She yells, grabbing some weapon she must use on unruly piss whores in her establishment, but you storm off in a huff, not wanting to stay and see what it is.

You angrily storm through the mall, quickly trying to make your way towards the exit while trying not to give a shit that you're completely naked. Parents are shielding their children's eyes from your naked body, apparently still caring deeply about the small pieces of barely-there clothes that make up your day to day outfits. You feel a bit more self conscious again, and try to hide yourself a bit more in shame.

Can't have someone calling the cops on you. You look over to see a paranoid looking mother in a nearly invisible dress seeming to be doing just that, mostly wanting to get rid of you as competition for the doses around the mall, rather than any protection of her bleary looking child. You begin to walk faster towards the exit. Why does it have to be so far away?

A mall security guard catches sight of you near the exit you're heading towards, so you quickly turn towards the next one, even farther away. You look behind you and the security guard is giving chase, leaning forward on his stupid scooter, slowly heading in your direction.

Luckily, such a thing is easy to outrun, so you break into a sprint after rounding a corner, quickly hiding inside a giant fountain. You sit in the shallow water, ass covered in loose change, while a small cherub statue pisses on your face from above. You try your best to stay silent and hope the guard rolls past. You hate the cruel irony of the not so golden shower from a fountain statue, but appreciate it rinsing all the very real piss off of you with its much cleaner water.

You shiver in the freezing cold water, holding your breath like you're avoiding a predator, as you hear the whining scooter roll up to you behind the deep lip of the fountain. It stops for a moment nearby, then whines away.

You breathe a sigh of relief, beginning to stand up, when you see a bright flash of light. You look over as you hop from the fountain and see a man looking at his phone, ecstatic he got a picture of you under the pissing statue before you got up. You sprint towards the exit before it can get any worse for you.

You reach the sliding door, slowing down for it to open while still gripping your fair sized chest tightly; both to keep them from bouncing painfully, as well as to hide them from more hungry or angry eyes. They'll just have to deal with the sight of your young shaven pussy; the breast focused censorship is more useful while you run.

You leave the confines of the mall, bursting into the parking lot then stopping short. It looks rather empty at the exit you've chosen. No one seems to be around, so you try to relax. You hold your arms around your tits and put a hand over your pussy anyway try to decide what to do next.

A cop car flies into view at what seems like a hundred miles an hour, screeching to a stop so hard and fast that smoke billows far into the air from the tires, squealing loudly, making you flinch extra hard. The wind from the speed of the car blows into you, sending your damp hair flying with the sudden entry. You see a handcuffed woman fly into the windshield violently without a seat belt. You hope that's not your fate.

The cop throws the door open as soon as the car comes to a stop about 20 feet away from you, the car barely out of motion before he's out of the car, gun drawn on you. How did we get to guns already? For mall nudity? What the fuck? You notice his erect dick is out and worry more.

"GET THE FUCK ON THE GROUND NOW!" The cop shouts at you at the top of his lungs, as though he just finished having a major high speed chase with you. The cop's uniform top barely fits, and it's completely unbuttoned. He wears a comically large police utility belt loosely over a pair of dirty jeans. You wonder if he's really a cop, but either way he means business, so you put your hands behind your head and lay down on the ground as you begin to cry.

"YEAH! That's right bitch! Do what I say! Officer Cuntsky and Detective Hardass, at your service! Keep your fucking hands where I can see them and don't move." Detective Hardass yells at you joyfully, still waving the gun around at you like a maniac, while a naked and handcuffed woman falls out of the cop's car onto her face.