Planning

Her mind raced. Back pressed against the wall, arms feebly clinging back against herself, she stared in horror at Steve, barged into the room and greeted with a far too revealing sight.

“Are you… what? Huh?” Steve said.

Nancy squirmed, shaking still. That… thing had just come out of nowhere. And she remembered how much it had taken to kill the first Demogorgon, taking on another was scary in itself, but one that kept hounding her?

She glanced down, and let out a yelp as she realised her arm was at the wrong angle, one of her boobs resting visibly in the crook of her elbow. She frantically adjusted to hide a rosy nipple from Steve’s view.

He hadn’t seen this much even when they were dating!

“It… Demogorgon…” Nancy said, panting.

In a panic, Steve whirled around, holding the bat high.

“Not now,” Nancy said. She took a deep breath. “It was from the… other place. The things there eat… fabric, or something. It followed me. Took my clothes, and… oh god, it followed me…”

She hastily bared her boobs to wipe a few tears from her burning cheeks. If it really was following her, how could she escape?

As she squirmed, she could feel the wall against her bare skin behind her. On top of that, her shoes seemed almost to be mocking her. Her feet were covered, but that was all she had, and it just made everything above feel all the more exposed.

As did Steve’s eyes. He couldn’t focus on her face, though he made a gallant effort. All the flesh bare below made it hard. Even her pussy was covered only by a shaking hand, leaving her thighs either side wholly exposed and shivering.

“It what?” Steve said.

“Don’t make me say it again,” Nancy whimpered. “Stop staring!”

Steve took a slow step back. He’d just gotten out the door when Nancy squealed, then blushed as Steve hastily barrelled back in.

“What?” Steve said.

“I…” Nancy said. She swallowed. “I thought I heard something. Just the pipes, I think.”

“Ok, well, I… I’ll get the kids, see if they can help,” Steve said.

She shivered. Still, as Steve moved back again she felt even more jumpy. The first second she was alone in the room, the shadows seemed to lengthen. Oh god. There was a monster that pursued her and could jump out of nowhere. How was she meant to just wait?!

“Steve?” she said shakily. “Steve!”

Was he too far away to hear? Hair streaming back behind her, Nancy hurried forwards, stumbling out the door with her face bright red.

Steve had reached the front door. She shrieked as he opened it, and he turned back. It took a second before he could think about anything except the naked Nancy and remembered to shut the door.

“Nancy?” he said.

“Um, I don’t… I don’t really want to be alone with that thing chasing me,” she said.

She was still trembling. She didn’t even want to think about what her shivering was doing to the sight of her boobs, as inadequately covered as they were.

“You’re, uh, kinda too naked to come with,” Steve said.

“Don’t remind me,” Nancy whimpered. Her hands shifted nervously, fingers digging into her own pale skin as she desperately tried to keep covered, one grabbing her boob and one embarrassingly tightly pressed to her most sensitive spot. “But… I… what if it comes back?”

She was still shaking, still blushing and tearful and panicked, barely aware of how the tighter she pressed her arms against her boobs, the more she started to get actually noticeable cleavage.

“Ok, uh, let me think about this,” Steve said, still distracted. “Maybe… You got here dressed, right? Maybe it takes a while to follow? Or if it’s like the first, it prefers targets who’re alone. Maybe?”

“So… if I get dressed and run, it might not turn up immediately?” Nancy said.

It was… possible. She had been able to actually get dressed before without it pulling off her panties a second after they’d been put on.

“But what if I’m outside when it…” Nancy said, tears starting up again at the thought.

“There’ll be people to help,” Steve said.

“I don’t want to be stripped naked surrounded by people!” Nancy wailed.

“I meant who could help!” Steve said. “Besides, if we meet up with everyone who knows, most of them have already seen you so-”

“Not helping!” Nancy said.

“Well would you rather be in your room alone, or out with us with help, where it might not attack?”

Were there any good choices when everything seemed to end with a chance of her being exposed?