Chapter 7 by Rowenar

Can Lena salvage this?

No, why should she be allowed cover?

“Fourth,” Lena began.

And before she could continue that thought, there was a rush of air and a sudden wrenching sound; a split second later and the podium she’d been hiding behind had been whisked away.

A slight shriek escaped Lena’s lips, and she had to resort to covering her pussy with her hands, still far from comfortable with how much of her legs were on display.

Panicked, she glanced from side to side; she was left with no cover, nothing else on her little raised platform. Just the crowd of reporters in front of her, with the cameras and no doubt plans to write stories that would make Lena flush even redder.

Oh god-

No, don’t think about it, one problem at a time. Don’t think about the city seeing photos of her like-

Stop. Focus, Lena squirmed, before hastily trying to walk backwards. She wasn’t going to turn around and show her ass off to those people, but if she could get back, crouch behind the stage…

Just as it felt like she was getting close, there was another wind; her blouse was suddenly unbuttoned.

Flustered, Lena hastily tried to rebutton her top, trying to use just one hand to get a button through a hole. When she couldn’t, she gave up; she wasn’t going to lift both of her hands from hiding her cunt.

“Stop it, stop taking photos!” Lena snapped in a futile attempt to regain some kind of authority.

Fuck, her bra was in full view; she tried to pinch her blouse together with one hand, but it didn’t do nearly enough to cover her, no matter where she pinched.

Another step back-

And her blouse was wrenched out of her grip. She realised too late that it had been a warning; she’d tried to head off the stage, and the buttons were undone. She’d kept going, and suddenly her blouse was torn from her grasp.

Now wearing only her bra, Lena stared ahead, panicked. There was no way out of this; stay on stage and be seen, or try to flee and lose her last vestige of dignity.