All My Money!

This motherfucking world! I was so pissed right then. I was so fucking, fucking fucking pissed! So FUCKING pissed I forgot that comma after the second fucking! Goddamnit!

The petty thief had stolen all my money. All of it! All!

Stupid world. Nevertheless. Atleast it still had my car keys and my house keys. Turning around, I pick up my hand purse and hold it by my back. These handcuffs were getting so fucking annoying.

By the way, I know. I know. There has been a looot of "fucking". Sorry for that. I'm not normally like that.

Moving on. I rushed out of the bathroom and headed straight to the counter. All sorts of people gave me weird looks. Some saw me with contempt, with annoyance, with mystery, with shock, with humor, with drool, and much more. But I made my way to the counter. I wasn't nude atleast.

So I reach the counter. And there is a long line. And so I wait. People give me many looks again. But I can't do anything about it. And I'm not gonna try explaining it to everyone. So I bear the looks and move on. Soon, I'm at the counter. The lady on the counter, just around my height, brown, with long black hair, slim in frame looks at me with a little bit of surprise. I shrug embarrassedly. Okay, so I finally have to explain.

"Ummm... Hi." Don't ask me why I did that. No. Don't ask. Don't-- "I uh- I came here around half an hour ago. And I was taking something from a counter on the top. I slipped and fell into a bucket full of water. My clothes were drenched. Which, well, they still are. And I went straight to the bathroom. I locked myself in a bathroom space and undressed myself, leaving my clothes to dry. But a few male bastards took my clothing..." from the counter-lady's expression I realized I didn't need to go in so much detail. She was like: _Why are you doin' this? _And I realized the cue: "Basically a lot happened and then the boys handcuffed me with this." I lifted my handcuffs from the side. "Can you please remove them!?"

I pleaded.

She looked at me in shock still. But then she grasped the knowledge of the situation and she began to search for something in her desk. She comes up with a big scissor like something. It was that thing used to cut wires.

"Turn around lady."

I do.

"Can ya please lift yer hands up?"

I do.

And being completely unmindful, that lifts my t-shirt as well. And just behind me was a long line of people. There were the young boy and his mother. Just behind me. The mother looked at me with pity. And the boy wit wonder.

The counter-lady pulls my hands towards her, and I shove backwards, my t-shirt venting upwards still. Almost my entire chest is exposed, and the t-shirt stops just beneath my tits. And I keep holding my chest upwards, because due to the shove and push of the counter-lady, trying to cut the plastic, my t-shirts keeps hollering upwards.

It had already revealed all of my stomach. And I realized that I was wearing my shorts, firstly, other way around, and secondly, they were worn too beneath by me. I hadn't noticed this. But they were worn just, just above my pussy. Exposing my shaved region. I was really like a baby. My skin. And I liked to keep it that way.

Other than my hair, with were tied in a short pony, since my hair were short as well, and the hairs in my nostrils and eyebrows, there was literally not a single hair anywhere else on my body.

I know the hyperbole is weird. But yeah.

Nevertheless, soon, the cuffs are cut. Much to my happiness, neither were my tits exposed. I bring my hands to the front in joy, and in doing so, I completely shrivel my t-shirt upwards as it lays around my neck. And I look around. All eyes on me. And I hide my boobs.

I turned around. Still covering my boobs.

"Th-thank you so much." And as I'm about to move out, the counter-lady shrieks again.

"Hey! You gotta pay for the handcuffs."

Fuck.