Jenn is paraded nude through the building

Jenn stumbled forward, the guard’s hand heavy on her arm, her wrists digging against the metal cuffs behind her back. With her arms pinned, her bare tits bounced freely with each **** step, water still dripping from her hair and down the curve of her back.

The gym erupted around her like a carnival.

People stood up from treadmills, hopped off bikes, dropped dumbbells mid-set, all to watch the 38-year-old milf be paraded throughout the gym wet and naked.

“Oh my god, she’s really naked!” one woman cried, phone already raised high.

“Get a video of this, dude!” another voice shouted.

Whistles pierced the air, followed by laughter and mocking cheers that made Jenn’s face flame hotter than the overhead lights.

Jenn ducked her head, but it was useless. She could feel their stares like burning spotlights on every inch of her body. No angle was safe. Her breasts shifted with every jolt of her stride, her ass bouncing helplessly, her legs bare and exposed as she shuffled along barefoot.

The guard marched her straight down the aisle between rows of ellipticals. Men and women leaned out over the machines to get a better look, phones glowing in every direction.

“She’s blushing so hard!” someone laughed.

Jenn’s throat tightened. “Please,” she whispered to the guard, her voice breaking. “Please don’t make me do this. Just give me a towel. Anything.”

But the man’s expression didn’t change. “Not my call. We’re going to the door.”

Matt and Tyler trailed behind the group, still grinning like kids at a circus. “Man, this is unreal,” Matt said loudly, just to make sure Jenn could hear. “First the pool, now the whole gym. What’s next, the parking lot?”

Tyler snorted. “Hope so.”

By the time they rounded the corner toward the lobby, nearly everyone had stopped what they were doing. Fifty pairs of eyes? It felt like hundreds. Phones flashed. Whispers spread. And Jenn, dripping, trembling, and utterly bare, could only walk forward, cuffed and humiliated.