Squirrels

Elara spun in place, every muscle tense, eyes darting to every shadow, every flicker of movement. Her ears perked at every sound, her skin prickling with anticipation and fear.

A breath grazed her back — warm, teasing, impossibly close — and she flinched, spinning around, only to find empty air.

The model’s voice, soft but unmistakably commanding, drifted on the wind.

“Are you not getting dizzy from all that spinning, naughty thief?”

Elara froze, heart pounding. A subtle rustle drew her attention to her right — something soft falling into the mossy ground.

She dashed toward the noise, breath catching in her throat. A small squirrel scurried away, its tiny eyes blinking in surprise as it disappeared into the underbrush.

Elara’s chest heaved as she realized what had just happened: in her frantic dash, she had flashed her bare breasts to a squirrel. Her cheeks flamed as she clutched herself, the absurdity and humiliation mingling with the thrill of the hunt.

The model’s laughter echoed through the clearing, carried on the wind, invisible but omnipresent.

“Oh, my naughty little thief,” the voice cooed. “Even the wildlife gets a peek tonight.”

Elara swallowed hard, knowing that every step, every frantic dash, every glance over her shoulder only tightened the model’s control — and that the night was far from over.

Clothing Status

Elara: pale blue high-waisted denim shorts, white sneakers, socks, pale pink lace thong.

Model: Black lace bra, black lace thong, knee-high boots.

Basket Status: the model’s summer dress. Elara's lilac cropped tank top, pale pink lace bralette.