Stay in the alleys

Elm crouched behind a dumpster as she tried to take stock of the situation. A quick glance down confirmed what she already knew: that there wasn’t a single thread of clothing concealing her muscled body from prying eyes. A quick yank on the door handle also confirmed her fear that the door had locked behind her. With her options limited, Elm decided that she found sneak around in the alleyways until she could either find some clothing or make her way up to Atlas.

She glanced over the top of the dumpster to confirm that nobody on the street had noticed her, but Elm still found herself rooted to her hiding place. A part of her wanted to just stay there, out of sight, but she knew that wouldn’t solve her problem. And so, Elm finally willed herself to stand up and start walking, moving briskly into a back alley out of sight of the street. One arm she kept clasped around her breasts, both to cover them and to keep them from bouncing around, while with the other she kept her hand between her legs, where she tried to ignore the tickling of trimmed hair against her palm and the occasional pressure against her clit. She found herself looking up at the countless windows towering above her, and wondered if anyone was looking back down at her, watching her walk of shame. Elm tried to shake the feeling of being watched, but nevertheless found herself imaging each window as a person, crowding around her, examining every inch of her flushed skin.

The thought of exposure so distracted her that Elm didn’t realize that she was walking into another intersection with an alley that opened onto the street, right up until she heard a sharp gasp. She looked over to find herself making eye contact with a businesswoman making a call. She froze under the attention midstep, taking in the other woman’s shocked expression. After a moment, the woman pressed her phone against her shoulder and called out to Elm, “Are you alright, miss?”

That proved enough to get Elm back into action. She responded to the concerned woman with a surprisingly chipper, “Yes, I’m fine!” before sprinting further down the alley. She abandoned her attempts to cover herself in favor of more speed as she escaped from the embarrassing exchange, her breasts again able to swing freely, until she found herself rapidly closing in on a wooden fence. Without hesitation, she jumped up at it and pulled herself over, dropping down on the other side with the trained agility of an expert huntress.