Fired

Of course you get fired. That was always the most likely outcome. You hand in your uniform (unfortunately, the hat too), leaving you with absolutely nothing to wear. Good. As you leave, naked as the day you were born, you smack your ass at the owner and flip him the double bird, which is a super hot sight when you're in your birthday suit. You unlock your bike and you ride it, still naked. The wind against your bare skin is orgasmic. The cars honking at you is too. You stop in a busy intersection with tons of cars and pedestrians and start to grind against your bike seat. It's not long before the sounds of your lubricated cunt grinding against the seat gives way to a screaming orgasm in the middle of a busy intersection as dozens of people shoot video of the spectacle.

A cop comes up to you. Not beingused to this town, you instinctively panic. She gives you a warning "Ma'am, you can't keep blocking the intersection like that, you'll have to move."

This is the most fucking amazing town ever.

You move on and the wind and spectators keep making you horny. You have to keep stopping to grind against your bike seat. You stop three times on the way home. The first is in front of a bar. The second, in front of a high school. The final time is a block away from your house right in front of a group of boys your age. When you get home, you pass out naked on your couch that faces a large window. Is every day going to be like this? Even if it's once a week, you've gone to heaven.