Hiding isn't easy

Nancy never stopped moving, looking around the mall in a panic. The first quiet spot she noticed was an odd little knick-knack store, easily the least busy in the whole place. Barely anyone was in there, and it barely had any staff.

She ran towards it, bare feet slapping against the ground, shoulders brushing past strangers lost for words as they beheld her.

She tried very, very hard to think of nothing but her destination, and running around a little of this level to get to it. Trying to do that did nothing to diminish the burning in her cheeks.

Her thighs brushed against each other as she ran, the feel of skin against skin starting to become worryingly familiar to her, but no less embarrassing. With each rushed step, she felt her boobs shift, moving along with her as she ran; her hair streamed behind her, and she stared down at the floor, praying no one saw her face. It wasn’t like she had any hope in hiding the rest of her.

Sobbing anew, Nancy made it to the quiet shop and crossed the threshold without slowing. She darted all the way to the back and ducked behind a row of shelves. Crouching, she whimpered, shaking.

It didn’t feel nearly as secure as the back room of Scoops Ahoy, and how many people had seen her naked body on the way over there?! And even now, anyone could walk in…

She needed a plan. Nancy swallowed. Softly, crossing her arms over her boobs as the memory of how they’d felt jiggling brought a blush to her cheeks, she started to sidestep, peering around the edge of the shelf.

Outside, Robin had left Scoops Ahoy in the hands of a recently-arrived employee to hurry over to one of the mall’s security guards. She managed her sweetest smile.

“Hey! Hey,” she said. “I think I saw someone streaking into that shop over there.”

“What?” he said. “Streaking like…. Huh, would explain the ruckus. Thanks for letting me know.”

He was a step away when Robin grabbed his arm.

“Do you like ice cream?” she said.

“Who doesn’t?” he said. “Uh, why?”

“I work at Scoops Ahoy,” she said. “When you catch someone like her, you’ve got to give her a blanket or something to cover up with, right?”

“Yeah, can’t have someone exposing themselves,” the guard said. “That’s why we’re meant to deal with streakers.”

“I’ll give you a free serving of whatever ice cream you want if you won’t,” Robin said.

There was a pause. The guard glanced up towards the knick-knack shop contemplatively.

“You have mint?” he said.

“Yep.”

“Deal,” he said.

Less than a minute later, a trembling Nancy was still peering out around shelves, maybe hoping to find some souvenir that she could use to cover herself (damn it, she should’ve gone to a clothes shop), when she felt someone stand behind her. She whimpered, blushing deeper but not wanting to turn around and offer a view of more than just her bare back.

“Hey there missy,” he said.

She flinched, and hugged her arms tighter over her chest.

“You know you can’t be exposing yourself like this,” he said.

“I- I didn’t want to,” she whimpered.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said.

Nancy wailed as a hand grabbed her upper arm, wrenching it back. She stumbled, turning, one arm in the guard’s hand and the other flailing as she tried to catch her balance, still crouching.

She straightened nervously, getting to her feet, only able to cover up her boobs with her lone remaining arm long after the man had already seen them. The patch of hair between her legs, her cleavage, and her pleading expression were all visible.

The guard faltered. It was a long few seconds before he looked up and saw her face, and for a moment his expression softened to see how humiliated Nancy was.

Then he muttered ‘mint ice cream,’ and Nancy cried out as she suddenly found herself being turned around, and flimsy mall cuffs being fastened around her wrists behind her back, leaving her still stark naked, and still unable to cover up the tiniest part of herself with so much as a finger.

She started squirming, all the more frantic as the guard pushed her shoulderblades to get moving.

“What are you doing?!” Nancy squealed. “If you don’t want me to be exposed, at least give me something to cover up with!”

He still pushed her forwards, on towards the exit of the shop and the open, crowded main area of the wall. Her eyes widened, starting to resist futilely, straining against the cuffs. She felt the air against her body, between her legs, over her hardening nipples, whimpering.

Oh no, oh god no, this couldn’t be happening.

“Save it,” he muttered, and gave her another push.

Nancy rounded the shelves, and started to come into view of the outside. She bit her lip to keep from shrieking, trying to draw as little attention as possible and delay for as long as possible the inevitable moment when all the shoppers would find out and start staring at her exposed, nude form.

And over the far side, Robin was resting on the railings, a huge grin on her face as she was greeted with a much, much better view of the naked, humiliated Nancy.

Best day ever.