Her thong

Claire moved her body and felt the grass tickle a place it shouldn’t. Claire gasped and ran a finger near her crotch. Instead of smooth cotton, she felt the coarse hair of her pubic region. She scurried back onto her feet and stared down. She was fortunate to still have her bra intact, but what she worried about was her lack of panties. She felt- no, she was naked without them. She wasn’t going through the damn jungle with her pussy and ass bare and hanging out!

She looked back into the gap for them. She didn’t need to look far as they were right outside the exit. To her displeasure, they were snagged on the last piece of sharp rubble. There they hung with the waistband snapped and the crotch ripped, uselessly flapping in the wind like some sort of monument foretelling that great grief happened here.

Claire groaned loudly and harshly rested her arms and head against the wall beside the gap. She let out more groans as her mental will was slowly deteriorating. “Everything…everything’s gone to shit!” Claire hissed under her breath.

First it was her nephews and their shitty reunion being all her fault, making her sister cry, disappointing Masrani with the Asset, seeing Owen again, having the Asset break out of containment, losing her nephews in the wild, almost being killed by the Asset, being left for dead, being chased by a dinosaur and slowly losing her dignity and clothes!

What the hell did she do so wrong to deserve all this?! She didn’t value the dinosaurs as living animals and not soulless products? She sure as shit got an eye opener when she saw what the Indominus did to them! She didn’t deserve to be chased by them or to have all of her clothes ripped away from her. Was she seriously going back to Owen and the others butt ass naked?! Showing them her ass and cunt? How the fuck will she explain this to them? The dinosaurs attacked her but only got her clothes! They’ll think she’s a streaking freak! Then there’ll be the news! ‘This just in! Senior Park Assets Manager of Jurassic World, Claire Dearing, was caught naked in the wilds after a dangerous dinosaur escaped and killed twenty people under her supervision! Irresponsible and a pervert?’.

Claire froze when she thought about the news, or more broadly, the outside world. ‘Oh god. I’m going to be fired…I’ll be blacklisted! I’ll be sued!’ And many more realisations like this played in Claire’s head.

The thought of losing everything and possibly facing jail time hurt Claire immensely. ‘It’s not my fault… none of it is…’ Claire would’ve sobbed and shed tears if the roar of a Baryonyx didn’t stop her.

Claire shot up from her resting place and stepped closer to the forest’s edge. The roar came from inside, but it was close. Too close for comfort. Claire looked to the forest line and bolted.