Hide, in a chop shop

Fennec’s heart pounded in her ears as she darted into a narrow alleyway, her bound wrists pushed over her juice slicked tits. The sticky residue clung to every inch of her body, making her all too aware of her nudity as she jogged to the far end of the little alley.

She needed was a place to hide, clothes to wear, and a chance to clean up while she schemed a way to escape this crazy night.

Peeking around the corner revealed a flock of glowing signs advertising casinos, clubs, tattoo parlors, and pawn shops with people crowding around their doors, but she spotted something interesting about the rundown building right beside her. A dead neon signs hung above the entrance. It looked like it was, or once was, a shop of some kind. The windows looked dark from here and, most importantly, someone had left the back entrance unlocked!

It was risky, but she didn’t have a choice. The slavers were probably still on her trail, and she couldn’t afford to keep running naked through the streets. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she sprinted toward the door, slipping inside before anyone could see. Pressing her sticky body up against the wall, she took in her surroundings. She found herself in a cluttered workshop of some kind, the air thick with the scent of oil and rust. Severed droid limbs, shelves of electronics with wiring dangling off, and gutted chassis in haphazard stacks filled the room. She'd seen places like this before - a chop shop for stolen droids. Fennec’s eyes darted around the room, her heart racing. The faint whir of power tools from the next room indicated that whoever worked here wasn’t far. She was safe for the moment, but she was still naked, still ****.

Then she spotted a great treasure. On the far side of cans of oil and piled droid parts, an old apron hung beside a door. It was tattered, patched, and stained, but right now, more valuable than the take from any bounty she'd ever claimed.

Fennec crept slowly across the workshop, moving between the piles of junk, trying to stay out of sight. Her bare feet made little noise on the cold floor, but her anxiety heightened with each step. Every creak, every clatter of metal from the other room made her jump, her sticky skin tingling with a mix of fear and that same strange thrill of being exposed.

She paused in front of the door. Something had changed.

Fennec's heart skipped a beat. The tools had stopped. Footsteps were approaching!

Fennec ducked behind a nearby stack of droid chassis as the door slid open. Heavy boots thudded into the room followed by sounds of someone rummaging through parts behind her. A glimpse over her shoulder showed a burly man in worn overalls, muttering to himself as he riffled a shelf. A glimpse over her shoulder confirmed what she feared, the man was directly behind her, thankfully oblivious to the Fennec's naked trembling form in plain view an arm's length away. If he turned around to the right instead of the left, he'd be treated to her bound, nudity in all its glory.

Stay calm, stay hidden, she told herself, trying to suppress the frantic beating of her heart. She flattened herself against the wall, but cold metal pressing against her nipples only served to heighten awareness of her exposure. Cold shivers ran over her skin as she imagined what could happen if he caught her here like this, her little quaking frame helpless in strong arms. Her toes curled and she had to bite her lip to stifle a whimper.

But, he turned left and stomped out of the room, ignorant to the bare beauty quivering behind him. Relief flooded through her, but it was short-lived. The apron was gone! That was too close. She needed to get covered and get out of here.

Frantic, she looked around and grabbed the closest thing she could find - a large plastic plant sitting dusty and forgotten in the corner. She pressed the pot over her crotch and the dirty leaves, mostly, covered her modest-sized breasts. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.

Fennec’s face flushed red as she stood there felling the rough ceramic from the plastic plant press against her natural bush. She had to be the most ridiculous assassin that ever was, huddling naked in a droid chop shop, clinging to a plant for modesty like an airhead in some silly comedy.

As she turned, a plastic limb caught a basket of amputated droid hands. She could only watch helplessly as they tumbled to the floor, sending a metallic clatter echoing through the workshop.

"Who's there?" shouted a deep voice.

Without thought, she bolted. Turning, Fennec knocked right into a stack of emptied droid chassis that tumbled into yet more things, adding to the noise and chaos. The door slammed open, but she didn’t wait to see who was there. She headed for the door, comically waddling as quickly as she could behind her plant. Her swaying breasts crashing into leaves with every swing.

There was a second crash behind her as her pursuer slipped on the slurry of oil and parts that now littered the floor.

Her body still glistened with fruit juice, the cool night air hitting her skin as she burst out into the street once more. Behind her, she could hear the man shouting and closing fast. If Fennec didn't lock that door, he'd catch her for sure. With a grunt of effort, she smashed the panel with the ceramic pot covering her junk. Dirt and broken ceramic scattered across the open street, leaving her once again completely uncovered.

Her heart raced as she ran away through the maze of alleys, her body trembling with adrenaline and a strange, undeniable thrill. She was naked, exposed, and on the run again.