Celebration!

Every single male was fixated on the nude redhead before them. She tried to scream, but her mouth was muffled by a piece of duct tape with the word CONGRATS BOYS on it. Her hands desperately wiggled above her buttocks as Renee failed to cover any of her splendid body for the leering audience.

They had all seen the videos of her from the beginning of the semester. One where the redhead had presented and rubbed her pussy while moaning, followed by entering the MooMoo Cafe supposedly because it was supposedly abandoned, then showing up to her own birthday party in her birthday suit. The most recent of her boldly running through the mall with just ankle socks landing in a fountain. All these incidents had been caused by Tracy willingly to humiliate Renee but the town thought Renee was just being adventurous in her senior year.

Currently for Renee, it was without doubt the most demeaning experience of her life. For the boys, it was the most excitingly erotic thing any of them had ever seen. The legendary student body president streaker presented in her most **** state.

"Holy shit Renee's here to celebrate with us!"

"Why else would she be baring everything with Congrats on her mouth?"

"God dammmnnn I've seen the videos, but she really has some blockbuster breasts!"

"Did you see her rub herself online? I knew she was into some weird shit."

"I was at her birthday party, she trimmed her bush like that since she got into streaking! My buddy saw her thatch at the mall!"

"She's totally into this, look what I found! Her clothes are right in my locker! I see a bra, but no panties, she's been going commando boys!" Chet shouted, giving the boys belief this was something Renee was into.

She shook her head shaking her tits violently as they assumed the chest meant yes despite what her face clearly showed. Knowing no one was going to help or hear her at this point, Renee had to get out of there.