Causing A Commotion !

The limits of Debbi's new found exhibitionist streak were being pushed. She had found that she loved taking her clothes off but her precious experiences had been in far flung places or in relatively controlled indoor circumstances. She was now being led outside naked in her home town, tethered to a heavy robot that was guiding her who knew where ? The paper bag over her head granted anonymity but also had a disorienting effect. She lost track of where she was or how far she had walked. What she was unable to see, was that Vanessa and Z had organised the gallery audience to provide some kind of mobile protective corridor, through which Debbi and the robot dog could proceed.

This boundary did not curtail the interest and comments of the general public however. Some of this reached Debbi's ears. 'Disgusting' from a mature female voice; 'Nice tits love' and 'It's a bit nippy out today' from rough male voices; 'Mummy, that lady's got no clothes on' from a child; "What is going on here ?" from an authoritative sounding woman's voice. "It's an artistic statement by maestro Z" Debbi heard Vanessa explain. The hubbub continued as Debbi found her feet having to ascend a short flight of steps, which were surprisingly also within the capabilities of the robot dog to climb. 'Make way for my ****, make way for my ****' chuntered the harsh metallic voice from within its' casing.

Guiding hands turned Debbi around as the forward movement of the robot ceased and it was at that moment that she was shocked by Z dramatically lifting the paper bag off of her head ! She blinked fiercely in the sudden glare of the bright sunlight, scanning the crowd anxiously as she came to terms with the potential exposure of her identity. Closest to her were the faces she had become familiar with from the gallery audience but she was taken aback by the size of the crowd of gawpers that was gathering. She felt like she was on some kind of auction block, standing as she was at the foot of the town war memorial. Flanking her were the two art students in their robot garb, holding up signs reading 'Robots are the masters now'.

"Debbi ! Is that you ?" she heard a voice call. Turning in the direction of the cry, she saw her neighbour going about her weekly shop. Debbi fluttered her fingers in embarrassed acknowledgement. Oh well, she could explain next time they gossiped over the garden fence that it was all in the cause of art but that she hadn't expected to end up outside. Of more immediate concern to her was the sight of two stern looking police officers determinedly pushing their way through the crowd to find out what was causing all the commotion !

Fortunately, Lesley had also spotted the police's arrival. Stepping forward decisively, she took off her own jacket and draped it over Debbi's shoulders and began to usher her quickly down the steps and back towards the gallery. "Hey ! We're not finished yet" came a cry. It appeared that Z was capable of speech after all. "Piss off Charlie. This wasn't part of the gig. Go and take care of your tin can dog" Lesley called back at him. "Who's Charlie ?" Debbi asked. "Charlie Wilson, aka Z. He was in my class at art college. He was a talent-less asshole then and he's a talent-less asshole now !"

They made their way back to the gallery ahead of any pursuers. "Quick, grab your clothes. You can get dressed properly in the car" Lesley instructed. "Let Charlie and Vanessa deal with any flak from the Old Bill !"