They go to the mall

The group led Melissa to their car, parked a short distance from the 7-Eleven. As they walked, Chaz explained their supposed mission.

"We were looking for '7-Eleven cryptids' - you know that meme? I think we found one!" He teased.

They reached the car, a beat-up sedan. "Hop in the middle back," Chaz instructed Melissa. She hesitated, but complied, sliding across the seat. Joan got in beside her, while a quiet guy Melissa hadn't noticed before slipped in on her right.

"That's John," Chaz said, noticing Melissa's glance. "He doesn't talk much."

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Chaz turned to face Melissa from the passenger seat, and Melissa's heart sank as she saw the Dr. Jorgensen's office shrink and disappear into the other buildings around. It would be too much to get them to turn the whole car around for her at this point. "So, tell us about yourself! What do you do when you're not streaking through convenience stores?"

Melissa squirmed uncomfortably. "Um, I'm a student. Studying biology."

"Cool, cool. Got a boyfriend? Girlfriend?"

"No..." Melissa mumbled.

"Really? A hottie like you? We'll find you one, don't even worry about it."

Suddenly, Joan piped up. "Let's play truth or dare!"

The questions continued, getting more and more personal. Melissa answered reluctantly.

"Yeah!" Chaz agreed. "But Melissa, you can only pick truth since you can't do dares in the car. I mean, there's always hanging the top half of your body out of the window but that would be dangerous in a moving vehicle, you know? Let's see, do you usually shave your muff?"

As the game progressed, Melissa found herself caught between her instinct for privacy and an odd compulsion to answer truthfully. Each question seemed to dig deeper into her personal life, and yet she felt a strange obligation to respond honestly. Meanwhile, every time the car turned or stopped, John would bump against her, his hand "accidentally" brushing her thigh or breast. Melissa tensed up more with each touch.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" Chaz asked with a grin.

Melissa hesitated, her cheeks flushing. She could lie, but what was the point now? She was already naked in a car full of strangers. And John had just finished taking a second to accidentally grab her upper thigh upon the car hitting a slight bump. "Yes," she admitted softly. "At a party last semester."

Melissa squirmed in her seat, acutely aware of her bare skin against the upholstery. "It was... nice," she mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

The questions continued, each more intimate than the last. Melissa found herself revealing details about her first time, her secret fantasies, even her masturbation habits. Chaz was impressed. "Dang Melissa, usually we don't ask people shit like this. Like, my mom told me not to ask this stuff to girls, but you're so cool about it. The chat loves you."

Melissa gave an adorable nervous smile before John grabbed a tit for support on a bump. His groping coming after the bump, which wasn't even that bad, and the fact that he had to reach to his left to do it made Melissa feel like he made a conscious effort to choose her as his support. "My fault."

"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" Joan asked, her expectant smile beaming at the naked girl.

As they drove through a busy intersection, Chaz called out, "Wave to the people, Melissa!"

Somewhat mortified, Melissa gave a small wave to the gawking drivers in nearby cars.

"Oops, sorry!" Joan exclaimed as she spilled some water on Melissa. The cool liquid made Melissa's skin prickle, the sensation amplifying her acute awareness of her exposed state. Every droplet seemed to trace a map of her vulnerability on her pale skin for the viewers, leaving her feeling more naked than ever - if such a thing were possible. "Gosh... got any napkins from Chick-fil-A up there?" Joan asked.

As Joan and John reached around to intimate areas to dry her off (not all of it was straight water down there), Melissa remembered the question asked of her. "I once let a date put it in my butt. We didn't have a second date."

The car went wild. The chat went eager beaver.

"Hey Melissa," Joan said, "can you read out some of the chat? I need to fix my makeup."

Melissa took the phone, her eyes widening at the crude messages scrolling by. She read a few aloud, her voice shaking on the ones rudely commenting on her or her disposition.

"IAmHumanBean says I should masturbate right now. Um... should I, or...? I don't know if that's allowed."

"No, no! Chat's just rude sometimes, the little shits. Chat, calm yourselves!" Joan course-corrected the situation.

Finally, they pulled into the mall parking lot. Melissa's stomach churned with dread, wondering what humiliations awaited her inside.

"You ready?" Chaz grinned as they exited the car.