Pirate Booty

As hard as she tried Grace couldn't turn herself into a speedster. She wanted so desperately to be on the other side of this room in an instant. But her legs stubburnly refused the break the sound barrier.

A seemingly endless stream of people scrolled by on her right side with the wall of the building and a few scattered people on the left. By going around not through the crowd she had the advantage of a predominately clear path ahead.

However it also meant every foot of her right side was packed with a wall of people pretty much all with had a camera's out at the ready formerly focused on the cosplayers and friends posing by the wall.

It felt like she was flying past people yet the Skybridge doorway ahead of her seemed to be getting larger at a snails pace. She passed a bathroom on her right that to scrolled by too quickly for her to fully comprehend at the moment. Her panic stricken brain had no room for "Cover" when "get away" had so much dominance.

Her arms reached at her sides in proper form as she galloped around the crowd of thousands. Cheers and excited whooing, as well as calls of "streaker!" began to proceed her, the news of her being there arriving before the sight of her.

She would have thought it a dream if it wasn't for the burning in her lungs telling her this was very much reality. Her perky B cups bouncing merrily with every stride.
Eventually. after what felt like eternity but was really closer to just under a minute and a half She crossed the 3 football fields of packed together people and got to the skybridge.

Calls of support and excitement at seeing her as well as questioning if what she was doing was legal and if she has a cause behind it followed her in a giant ring of awareness and confusion as everyone dropped what they were doing to watch the girl nude-playing Leia in public. Her pleated hair and golden chain collar the only tell tail signs she had started the day out in a costume at all.

Unfortunately for Grace navigating while tipsy and panicked isn't the most effective and she went into the wrong skybridge, this one coming out not into the underground mall she had expected. But another hotel with the con. A small group was following in her wake and their footsteps urged her forward into a crowd almost as large as the last.

Her body vibrated with the intensity of it all. part of her was having the best day of her life. Part of her was mortified, and most of her was just overwhelmed and knew she had to get away from the crowd.

Running down a hall and around a corner Grace crashed through a set of double doors she thought was to a stairwell.
In fact it was the side entrance of a packed 3,000 person auditorium currently hosting a Firefly panel. As she crashed in the room the Camera swiveled over to her and Grace caught a glimspe of her naked form 20 foot tall projected on either side of the stage. Continuing to run across the front row rather than down the isle she was out through another set of double doors within seconds. As the door closed she heard the presenter say "I dunno if I need to say this but... someone should probably do something about the naked girl.. anyway, The next generation is... ".

Coming out the other side at the edge of the mainfloor into a large hallway she booked it to her left down the hallway away from the packed floor and once more cheering crowd.

Weaving through people she ran passed the elevator cluster with a group of nearly 100 people waiting to use the 8 boxes. Running towards the stairs she found it a bit less packed but still occupied by 20 or more people. Some going up and some down A few deciding to go the direction she was going. As a result she sometimes had to pause her gate and wait awkwardly for enough space to jet between people.

She was disappointed to discover no laundry cart or discarded anything on the ground as she rounded the last corner of the stairwell and shoved her way through the main doors.
Recognizing the lobby as the place she picked up her barge yesterday for early registration priority pickup. She was just glad the line was organized enough to give her a clear path to sprint passed as the naked coed sprinted her way passed several single file lines slowing churning forward to different check ins.

Crashing through the front doors at speed Grace for the first time in her adult life found herself completely bare outside, the wind completely unrestrained or blocked by any kind of fabric barrier was battering her with additional reminders of her nudity. The line for general admission wrapped around several blocks Running passed the line of people and onto the sidewalk at the end of the street, she just now started to realize she needed a better plan that "get away from con".
As she faced the 7pm rush of traffic still yet to fully thin out after rushhour in downtown Atlanta Georgia as well as the additional hundreds of nerdy costumers on the street milling about from one hotel to another.
Sprinting down the street as horns blared in her honor. She needed to get off the street but she couldn't go back to con. Looking for any answer she ducked into a parking garage and started looking for anything fabric to hide under. or wrap herself in.
As she rounded the third corner spiraling downward she found herself facing a truly ridicules line of cars not totally out of placr in a mad-max movie, but with a sense for theme. Some where much larger than others. Grace ran over to the pirate ship that looked to be one of the bigger ones. There was a treasure chest on the back that didn't appear to be locked, she was hoping upon hope there would be some cover in there.
Standing on the bumper of the vehicle and lifting up the large rounded top chest she found it very dark inside. Just as she had about decided it was indeed empty and began looking for a decorative sail or some other bit of fabric to borrow. She heard footsteps coming around the corner and what sounded like 2 male voices. quietly as she could she ducked into the rather roomy chest with a padded bottom. She gently closed the lid and tried to concentrate on not moving.

The chest was well made with thick wooden walls she couldn't hear anything going on outside once the lid was fully closed. Which meant she needed to be very careful not to make so much as a creak because she didn't know how close those men were. She didn't want to be caught and possibly arrested, or worse...

Within a few moments the friends left to return to their con, their experience with #NakedLeia was fun but they had a rave to get to. And she had escaped them.

Grace concentrated on slowing her breathing and not moving for so long she actually began to relax a bit. It was peaceful in this box compared to the panicked rush she had been in just moments previously. Besides it seemed the right answer to be in the fetal position right now to her. and just like that like a puffed out candle she passed out cold.

Grace had no way of knowing it but it had been nearly 9 hours since she fell asleep until she woke. Her half asleep mind blurring her memories with dreams both nightmare and sexual she'd had of being naked in public, She felt very full and still mostly asleep pulled her main vibe out, She was sore and sensitive and pull off the clip on her clit reached past intense into slightly painful for just a second as it faded into a morning call for attention from between her legs. She began with a few circles around her tinder clit when she started to stretch out her leg and found the movement blocked.
Coming awake fully she paused and hoped no one heard her bump the wall. She didn't hear any voices outside and after stowing her toy fully into her ankle pouch and composing her courage for a few minutes she peaked her head out and saw the coast was clear in the parking garage.

Once again taking a could minutes to compose herself, feeling slightly achey and in need of water she poked her head out fully and climbed her naked behind down the side of the vehicle.
Stepping carefully and timidly she peaked around corners triple checking the coast was clear before proceeding. Her sober brain much better at shaming her for being naked in the middle of... holy shit it was broad daylight. "Fuck!" she thought to herself as she saw the 7am foot traffic outside.

Retreating back to her hiding spot behind a stone pillar. She began to hear footsteps heading her way from upstairs. stepping as quickly as she could quietly she retreated back to her commandeered treasure chest, trying to think her way out of her naked Snafu.
Her train of thought was disturbed when the signs of an engine being started woke her from her reprieve. Yep, as the bump from a speedbump caused her to fly an inch into the air she had more than enough evidence to say she was moving.
As the car came to a stop a few minutes later Grace realized she really needed to get out of here before she was lost on top of naked outside in a strange city, without a phone, and surrounded by thousands of cameras. Steeling herself for the public display she was going to no doubt be producing she got into position to pop out of the chest. Just as as went to lunge up a 40 year old man with a pot belly and intricate pirate costume went to lift it up while a younger version of the same held up a giant bag of toosie roll looking candy. Grace sprang up and over the edge of the chest one foot landing on the bumper the other launched forward into a deep lunge off the back of the car.

Stumbling forward on all fours in a half crawl half run she quickly built her momentum into a full on sprint away from the parade float she had been hiding in.

She was 4 or five steps into her sprint before she glanced up enough to see her surroundings. Having previously been too focused on sticking the landing.

She found herself running down the middle of a paved blacktop street, completely naked save a pair of sensible wedge sandals and a waist length chain hanging from a leather collar around her neck.
On either side of the street stood a solid wall of people 3-4 deep Some in chairs some looking over others shoulders. Or else on steps behind them. About 8/10 with a Camera in their hand and almost a full 10/10 staring at Grace as she sprinted past The parade route was about 3 miles long and circular it began and ended at the Marriott right across from peach-tree station. For once luck was on her side somewhat as she ran in the correct direction. She was running the same way the parade would go in a few minutes but had started near the back of the pack while the frontrunners started at the actual starting line.
So while Grace didn't get lost or have to run through 3 miles of this gauntlet. The quarter mile or more she did run was past was through groups of every kind of nerdy flavor and into an increasingly thickening crowd. as she got towards the main hotel and the subway station entrance that would get her a step closer to her motel room and ultinately clothing.

As she was running by one of the girls in a festive fairy float held out a cloak/cape for her to grab which she ran straight into and got under her arm without pausing her stride. She rushed into the underground mall, around the corner,

Made a brief appearance at the food court before doing a 180 and sprinting down the hallway and then the subway station giant escalator connecting the Marta station to the surface of downtown. There was a steady stream of people on the opposite side of the platform from her, those arriving for the con in time for the 8Am parade. But very few heading down Once on the platform proper she finally slowing down enough to throw on her new hooded cloak she grabbed it closed with both hands and found it went slightly passed her knees.

A comparatively uneventful 10 minute wait and 23 minute incredibly awkward subway trip (in which most of the other passangers were suited business men) and short walk later she was back at her motel-room at last.

She slid past the door and felt her knees immediately collapse out from under herself. Feeling all the tension drain from her for the moment in the safety of her private room. She sat on the ground with her feet flat and elbows on her knees massaging her temple to cloak open and pooled on the floor,

Until she heard someone clear their throat...