Down To The Bottom

The people queueing at the base of the slide applauded and cheered as Emily came whizzing out the bottom into the landing zone, completely bare, without a scrap of clothing to her name. For a moment she lay there, heart still pounding, breathing fast, too dazed with adrenaline to move. That had been a very fast slide!

Slowly, the cheering worked its way into her consciousness. Emily sat up, looked down at herself, and shrieked.

Oh, no!

Not public nudity! The worst **** ever! This was exactly what she didn't want to happen!

She leapt to her feet, still a little shaky, covering her bare breasts and her lady garden with her hands, and looked up. There, at the top of the tower - a flash of yellow! Frank must still have her shirt. She had to get it back! Otherwise, she'd have to run all the way back to the locker room naked!

She ran back into the tower, her bottom flexing. She paused for just a moment at the foot of the stairs, looking up to the very top.

It seemed like a long, long way to run. And there were people all up the stairs, queueing to get to the slide. They were all holding burlap mats, for sliding on.

Of course! The mats! Emily looked around, and saw a box marked MATS. It was empty.

"Excuse me," she said to the nearest person, who happened to be a woman in yoga pants. "Can I borrow your mat, please?"

"Of course not. I need it for the slide."

"But I'm... I'm..."

"You're what?"

"Never mind," whimpered Emily, and took off at a jog up the stairs, ignoring the protests of people in the queue. She felt dozens of eyes burn into her as she scampered past them, wiggling her bare little bottom in their faces. And when she looked down, there were definitely people looking at her from below. She gulped. She really wasn't keeping her secrets very well.

She was panting by the time she got to the top of the stairs. Frank scowled at her.

"I warned you to take a mat," he said.

"I'm sorry."

"You're a disobedient girl. I won't be giving a very good report of you to Mr. Jackson."

"I won't do it again."

"And you don't have any clothes on. That's against the rules."

"May I have my shirt back, please?"

"Of course," said Frank. "It's your shirt."

"Oh, thank you so much!"

"I sent it down with your shoes," said Frank, pointing to a chute next to him. "It'll be at the bottom of the slide."

"I see," said Emily, stepping towards the slide. Frank shook his head.

"No cutting in line," he said.

Emily hesitated. Did she dare to break the rules again? Or was she willing to walk all the way back down the stairs, in the nude, in front of everyone?