Max doesn't arrive fast enough, Lucy is 'saved' by a 'kind' stranger

Lucy’s body was on fire with shame as she stood naked and abandoned on the sidewalk, her bare toes curling against the hard dusty concrete as she desperately tried to wake herself up from this nightmare.

Everything that had happened to her today had escalated so far that she struggled to think straight, or understand how or when her day went so badly wrong that she ended up here – naked in public, wearing nothing but a pink collar.

Around her she felt the stares and struggled to hear the whispered comments as people wandered past. Timidly the brunette tried to take a few steps forward, but her legs were wobbly and weak and she almost stumbled.

Panicked she looked around, ****, “P-please… does anyone have any clothes? A coat? Please…”

Lucy whimpered as the people nearest her pulled at their own clothes tighter and stepped away. What was happening? Why would no one help her?!

The adrenaline, the rush of emotion and embarrassment swelled inside the confused girl and she struggled to contain the erotic heat the flushed unwanted through her. It’s sudden appearance only causing her more confusion and shame, which fueled another unwanted surge… Lucy clutched her bare breasts tighter, terrified she was either going mad or she might spontaneously orgasm on the sidewalk like her body was yearning for nothing but stress relief.

If it wasn’t for the fact that she’d just been kicked out of a police car the girl would’ve been sure she would be arrested any minute – but now she had no idea what to do... or what was going to happen to her.

Lucy glanced back towards the campus gates down the road, whimpering and knowing she couldn’t go back if she wanted to. Kim had locked her out, and now she couldn’t hope to reach Max’s either… if even by some miracle she made it there completely nude – Max wouldn’t be there… he was coming to pick her up and that meant she had to wait right here!

“You look woozy,” A dirty looking man approached. Lucy smelt him before she saw him though the naked girl still jumped back fright, his gravelly voice menacing in her ears, “Maybe you should try on all fours?”

“Oh leave her alone! Can’t you tell you’re scaring the poor thing!?”

A soft female voice called out to Lucy’s rescue. A kindly looking woman, Lucy guessed about her mother’s age, strode towards her; her heels clicking with the elegance and youthful poise that came from the obvious privilege of money.

She shooed away the dirty man, who grumbled and stumbled away before she turned on Lucy, opening her arm to touch the naked girl in the small of her bare back. The affectionate touch was intimate yet firm and Lucy trembled against it.

“Are you alright?”

The naked girl felt her tears coming quickly. She wasn’t upset as much as she was emotionally overwhelmed and the woman’s affection and concern after Lucy’s terrible day was enough to set her off. Bottom lip trembling from shame, the brunette shook her head ‘No’, the little tag on her collar rocking side to side as she did.

“Let’s get off the street hmm? There’s a little park this way with some benches, it’s quieter,” The woman said kindly, and though Lucy gratefully let the woman guide her she gave little thought to the firm way she moved her along. "This way... good girl..."

The little ‘park’ the woman referred to wasn’t much more than a patch of grass of the side of the street, but bushes and trees offered some shelter from the passing traffic. The woman deliberately guided Lucy so her back was to the street, trying to create the illusion of as much privacy as possible and Lucy headed straight towards one of the old iron benches.

“Oh sweetie, don’t try to sit, cold iron won’t do you any good… you’re wobbly… just… kneel on the grass, it’s soft, it’s clean,” The woman said soothingly, finding excuses to guide Lucy to a spot safely on the soft lush grass beside the bench. Lucy dropped onto her haunches with a sob and looked up, her cheeks burning as she watched the woman sit on the bench above her.

“I just want clothes…” Lucy whined, pleading, her hands still trying to protect her modesty.

“Oh hun…” The woman cooed and Lucy mewled at the feel of her delicate fingers affectionately wiping a tear from her cheek, “I know…”

The fact that she made no attempt to help Lucy actually get clothes barely registered with the distressed naked girl as she felt the tide of all her fears start to spill out.

“What’s happening to me?” Lucy sobbed, “I just… I feel like everyone is out to get me... I know it sounds paranoid but… but… look at me!”

The woman smiled with reassuring warmth, “No one’s out to get you… It looks like you’ve just had a pretty unlucky day. Do you want to talk about what’s happened?”

Lucy whimpered and sniffed back another tear, “It’s just… M-my professor said I should drop out of classes… my best friend gave my bag to a guy and I don’t know where it is… all my stuff is gone. My clothes got taken god knows where… my best friend locked me out and abandoned me... the cops took my sweater… Some maintenance guy replaced my bed with… with… with a dog bed!” Lucy moaned out, her fingers reaching for the humiliating pink collar around her neck, she couldn’t bring herself to mention her little bathroom incident, “And m-m-my boyfriend locked me in this stupid thing… It’s all so… oh god, I’m naked in public! I feel like an animal!”

“Shhh shhh shhh shhh shhh…” The woman said soothingly petting Lucy’s hair, “…It sounds like it’s all just happened a bit quick hmm?”

The brunette mewled quietly and nodded; not quite understanding what the woman had just said and sniffing back more tears. Lucy closing her eyes, helpless but to enjoy the moment of kindness being shown to her.

“It’s all too much…” Lucy panted, letting it all out felt like relief and yet she suddenly felt exhausted for it too, she barely registered that she was kneeling naked in the grass of a public park, being petted by a stranger. "It's everything... it's everyone..."

“Listen, Lucy…” The woman stopped at Lucy’s confused expression and gave her an apologetic smile, “Sorry – I just read your collar…”

Lucy mewled helplessly in response, she wanted to shout that it wasn’t her collar… but she didn’t have the strength.

"You have to admit you do sound a little paranoid hmm?" The woman gave her another affectionate pat, "You've had some bad luck but to think everyone is out to get you... it's just impossible, alright?"