Ditch the bra

Knowing she didn't have much choice, Anna quickly wriggled free of the bra and sat down.

Her bra was now suspended above her head, just out of reach, as she sat totally naked on the cold floor behind the smoothie bar. Her cheeks were blushing a bright red against her pale skin, and she started to shiver as she clutched her legs tightly to her chest.

Where was the barista boy?! She wasn't looking forward to showing him her naked body, but at least that would put an end to this whole mess. He'd been gone for at least 10 minutes now... had he forgotten about her? She knew that he was her only hope if she wanted to avoid streaking back to the locker room. As she sat there she realized just how bad her situation was. She had just lost the only clothes she had in the gym! Even if she got back to the locker room, she would still have a long walk home in only a towel! And that was assuming the gym would even let her "borrow" one.

She shuddered to think about streaking the full 3 miles back to her house. She had more immediate problems to worry about.

She heard footsteps walking up to the counter, and she hoped it was the barista at last.

"Hey, would you actually be able to make another of these? It was delicious!" she heard Emma's voice from over the counter.

Cursing her luck, Anna poked her head - and only her head - over the counter. Emma looked at her quizzically.

"What are you doing down there?" she asked.

"I... uhh... it felt good to sit down!" Anna lied.

Emma looked at her skeptically. Then Anna's situation got worse.

"Ooh! That's weird. Is this your bra? Do you just keep an extra one hanging here for emergencies?" Emma giggled. "Given your luck, that would make sense!"

Now Anna was truly beet red. Emma had a suspicious look in her eye, and Anna didn't feel like she could admit she was totally naked behind the counter. But she also didn't want to risk losing her last article of clothing! She contemplated her options.