Nowhere to go

The door she had exited through was now a nondescript brown wooden one, a faded "no entry" sign stuck in the middle. M rattled at the handle, but the door was much firmer than she would have expected and did not move.

A light drizzle of rain was falling on her, dampening down her hair and soaking up through her socks. M took stock of her surroundings; she had gone through a door in a grey brick wall, with a road in front of her, and she could see a line of black taxis, then she saw the large double doors and stone staircase, and a sign proclaiming "London Waterloo".

She was at the busiest station in the country, in her underwear. Underwear that was rapidly soaking in rain water and becoming less useful.

For lack of anywhere else to go and wanting to get off the street, M spotted an open door and dashed inside.

Dozens of people turned to look at her, as M found herself standing in a McDonalds. Her cheeks reddened.

"Don't mind me..." she smiled nervously, and left through a glass door. This just brought her face to face with more people, on their daily commute into the city. M made an embarrassed noise and veered away from the crowds, making a spur of the moment decision to jump on an escalator heading upwards, away from the underground line.

As her escalator neared the top, she saw this had been a bad decision. She was heading towards the central concourse of the station, and more people than she ever wanted to get a look at her polka-dot panties. Wanting just a moment longer to think of a plan, M crouched down on the escalator to prevent her being seen immediately.

There was a frightening tightness around her neck, and M looked down to see her black tie had slipped between two steps.

"No!" she choked, pulling at it and trying to free it before she reached the top of the escalator in a few seconds.

There was a twanging from behind her, and M saw one of her bra straps dangle down onto the step. As she gave one last **** pull on her tie, the black material tore away, and her bra strap was added to the gap.

M reached the top of the moving staircase and tumbled head over heels as her bra was sucked off her and pulled into the workings. She landed sat on the floor, which was especially cold through the growing rip in the seat of her knickers. Her black tie now extended only three inched past the knot and ended in a ragged mess above her naked breasts.

All in all, M realised that having the commuters see her panties, now quite transparent from the rain anyway, would not have been the worst thing.