Meeting up with Spencer

At least she didn't need to look anyone in the eye. It wasn't much of a bright side. Nora crawled along the street, electricity and air wrapping around every inch of her nude body, her ass up in the air as she wove as fast as she could around the many people outside.

ALl she could think of, was that Spencer was waiting for her. She wasn't sure why that suddenly seemed like a big deal. Sure, she'd liked Spencer, loved the idea of being interviewed by her and meeting up, but she felt like she really should be prioritizing getting dressed or figuring out why she couldn't.

Instead she crawled to a cafe a street over, and spotted Spencer sitting at an outside table, only a rope barrier separating the cafe from the rest of the street.

Nora crawled up, slowing and whimpering as she started to move slow enough for people to see her at last. She knelt up, immediately crossing her arms over her boobs, rocking back to sit on her heels.

"Ah, there you are," Spencer said. "You made it then?"

Nora tried to speak, but only managed a faint whining sound, starting to shake as she heard countless voices react to the sudden appearance of the stark naked woman on the street. She looked pleadingly up at Spencer, though what she was pleading for, she wasn't sure.

Spencer reached out, brushing a stray strand of Nora's hair behind her ear, then idly scratching her. She chuckled, and Nora felt a flush. Apparently Spencer was enjoying her predicament. Nora whimpered.

"Oh, go on then, sit up," Spencer said.

She hooked her foot around another chair to bring it closer. Nora got up off her knees gratefully; even with the speed **** for protection, they were starting to get sore. She fell over herself trying to it in the actual chair, feeling something other than air against her butt, before she crossed her long legs in the **** hope of hiding her pussy.

What was happening to her? Why did this keep happening?!

Tearing up again, Nora looked around the cafe frantically, unable to move but still getting more and more nervous as more eyes turned to face her. She hugged herself tighter, but even if she could hide her boobs there was no pretending she wasn't completely naked.

So many people, and more and more every second. They could see her. Nora bit her lip and tried not to cry.

"Oh wow, you are adorable," Spencer said. "Thought you'd be fun, but not this fun. I almost want to keep you."

"Wh-what?" Nora squealed.

"Never mind," Spencer said. "You're here because I wanted an interview, right?"

"Er, yeah, I think so," Nora said.

What else could it be? She wouldn't have thought she'd have been willing to humiliate herself like this, but the day had been weird enough. Any other time and she'd be flustered to hear Spencer of all people compliment her.

Spencer's smile widened.

"Well, first of all, no need to cover up on my account," Spencer said. "You should rest your arms on the chair. And spread your legs. That's it, there's a good girl."

Nora shrieked suddenly, obeying without thought as she lowered her arms from her chest, exposing each of her pert boobs, and parted her thighs to show in far too much detail every inch of her most private of spots. She fidgeted, but something made her not want to get up.

She swallowed. There was no stopping the tears that time; she couldn't look away from Spencer, couldn't help the hot flush in her cheeks as the woman she'd kind-of crushed on raked her eyes up and down Nora's utterly exposed body, but even being distracted by the journalist couldn't make her forget that they were still outside.

"Now then, what to do with you..." Spencer murmured.