Hide in that pipe!

There was no way in the world Taylor was about to let herself be seen in this state of undress by strangers. Even if they didn’t take pictures to sell to the media for a quick buck, Taylor couldn’t trust people she didn’t know to not go blabbing about this to their friends. Not that her body was worth gossiping about, but she couldn’t underestimate how badly things could go if she were seen.

Taylor already had her bugs hard at work finding areas for her to hide and a few flies not too far away had found a space that would work. She ran as the voices seemed to be right on top of her, making sure to keep her hands behind her to cover her exposed butt. The hiding spot wasn’t far, but it was low, a concrete pipe that she had to get on her hands and knees to enter. It was a tight fit, but not tight enough where she had to worry about being stuck. The problem though was that it was short, with not enough room for her to hide in the shadows without coming out the other side.

The voices were right on top of her and she froze, grabbing the hem of her tank top and trying to cover her butt while on all fours, her head bonked against the top of the pipe and she bit her tongue instead of cursing.

“…I’m just saying,” a man’s voice said. “I can’t get anything done with her working here.”

“I know what you mean.” A woman this time. “When she’s here I can’t stop staring. I make sure to get as much face time with her as I can.”

Taylor held her breath. They were so close! If they so much as looked as looked down they’d probably notice her rear sticking out in the pipe

“More like face-to-ass,” the guy said. There was a smacking sound, Taylor’s bugs showing her that the woman had hit him. “Ow, what? You’re constantly staring at her ass every time she walks away.”

Taylor blinked a few times, listening. There was no way they were talking about her, right? Another smack from the woman, harder than the last one.

“Don’t be stupid, no one is looking at her for her ass,” she said. Taylor was pretty confident she was the topic of this conversation now. “I’m looking at her legs, man. They’re practically sculpted.”

Taylor really didn’t think her legs were all that special, but she could see the appeal for people with strange fetishes. Who was she to judge. She was pleased, although not at all by their talk about her body. No, she was pleased because they were acting exactly as she imagined they would and she was very thankful she didn’t ask them for help.

“And her rack,” the guy said. “You’re staring at her tits just as much as you are at her ‘legs’.”

Wait, what?

The woman sighed. “Fine, yes, Revel has a nice rack too, you happy now?”

Ah, now it all made sense

“Pervert,” he said. Taylor nodded along and then banged her head against the pipe again and groaned in pain before slapping her hands over her mouth. The footsteps stopped.

Oh no. No, no, no, no. Taylor screwed her eyes shut. No way had she just screwed up this colossally! There was silence, but Taylor could see them with her bugs, the guy putting a finger up to his lips and the woman nodding as they crept over to the pipe. Through her bugs she could fuzzily see just how ridiculous she looked, tank top not doing a great job at all covering her butt. Her panties had started to cling to her, getting comfortable in her ass crack and crotch.

She could book it, scramble ahead and out the other side of the pipe and as far away from here as she could, but while she was plotting her escape she felt the woman softly nudge her with her boot, the steel toe thankfully pushing against her bony butt cheek and not a more **** spot. Still, Taylor’s face heated up.

“Hey, little boy, this isn’t a playground, it’s dangerous. Come on out and we can call your parents or you can scram or whatever,” the woman said.

What an absolute nightmare, and how rude of them, honestly, Taylor had half a mind to remind them exactly who they were speaking to. Or maybe she shouldn’t… while it would definitely become clear she was a grown ass woman (she hoped it would be obvious, at least) when she came out of here, not revealing herself as Weaver had its advantages. Taylor looked ahead at the literal light at the end of her tunnel. She could still “scram,” but it would be awkward at this point. Every option seemed horrible, why was this happening to her?!

Does Taylor:

• Run! Or, well, fast crawl out of the pipe and to god know’s where, just anywhere to avoid this situation. Surely she couldn’t end up somewhere worse, right?

• Come out and make a fuss about it, explaining to these people that she’s Weaver and got caught in the power effect and hope her intimidation factor made them help her out of this situation.

• Come out and hope they don’t recognize you no matter what. Play the victim if necessary and beg to use their phone for help or for some spare clothes.