No, she's saved

"Put her down!" A voice boomed over the speakers. Suddenly the music stopped and everyone carrying Glynda froze. Sam was close by holding a mic. "Put her down or else you are all banned from the club!"

A few people grumbled, but they put the naked blonde down. Once she was back on her feet Glynda instantly covered herself, she looked around with fear in her eyes. She was naked and surrounded by people. She tried to see where her underwear went but they were gone.

"Wait, is that the Bimbo Streaker?"

"Yeah, I remember seeing those big tits before."

Glynda started to panic, oh god they were recognizing her, this can't happen. She felt a hand touch her shoulder, she jumped at the action but settled down when she saw it was Sam.

"Just go to the change room and get changed, you still brought your own clothes right?" He suggested. Glynda's eye lit up, yes she had clothes.

She nodded and kept her head down and she ran passed everyone. She could still feel their stares on her body as she moved.

"Bimbo Streaker!"

"Bimbo Streaker!"

Eventually she made it to her room, she opened it and closed in behind her, the door doing little to muffle their cheers.

She immediately walked over and sat down on the chair. She covered her face with both hands and let out a muffled scream. "Why? Why does this keep happening?" She groaned out. She could feel tears brimming down her eyes in frustration. She worked for so long to be a well respected Huntress, and in a matter of 3 days has reduced herself to a common stripper.

She sighed angrily at as she opened the drawer containing her clothes, only to not find them inside. She closed that one and opened the next, still not there. Starting to panic Glynda threw open the rest of the drawers and her clothes weren't inside! She looked around the entire room and her clothes were not inside! She was trapped here naked.

She sank on her chair and screamed again into her hands, she felt herself trembling at the idea of streaking through the city again!

Glynda sat on the chair, silently crying in shame and humiliation for a few more minutes before there was a knock at the door. "Gem" Sams voice asked. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," Glynda softly replied, wiping her tears away.

Sam opened the door and quickly slipped inside before closing it behind him and locking it. He was more than a little surprised to see Glynda sitting there naked, not even trying to cover her nude form.

She noticed his shock look and gave a cold laugh.

"Um, don't you want to cover yourself?" His face was red and he was trying not to stare.

Glynda just kept her head down. "Whats the point, you and everyone else has already seen me naked. Besides, my clothes are gone." She motioned to the empty drawers on the ground.

He looked down and notice them empty as well, he rubbed the back of his neck, he seemed like he wanted to talk to her about something other than what happened.

"I was able to get something of yours from the crowd?" Glynda brought her head up hopeful he got her underwear back. "I got your glasses." He pulled out of his pocket. Glynda just hung her head down again.

"Listen after what happened I'll get if you say no and leave, but I have something to share." He started putting her glasses down on the dresser. "You've been invited to serve in the VIP Lounge."

Glynda's head perked up, they wanted her to continue working? "I thought you said only stand out workers worked in the VIP Lounge?"

"You certainly stood out after that, anyway I was sent to give you the offer if you want it." He replied.

This is what Glynda wanted, to get inside, find the White Fang and collect any intel she could find. There was just one problem. "I'm naked." She motioned to her nude body.

"I see both of your points." Sam muttered staring at her boobs, before realizing what he said and hastily continued. "The boss doesn't care if you're wearing something or working naked, he wants you. The offer is there for you if you take it. Just go to the door that says 'VIP' and they'll let you in, clothed or naked." He quickly walked out of the room leaving Glynda alone.

It was quiet after he left. Glynda was deep in thought, could she really do this? When Sam mentioned working naked she could feel her heart start pounding harder. Her mind imagined what it would be like, strutting around as her tits shook serving every customer, bending down and showing her entire ass to any lucky enough behind her, everyone staring at her body and taking pictures.

"Mmmm" Glynda bit her lip, why was this so arousing!? She placed her hand on her pussy and was surprised to find it so wet.

No, she couldn't do that, it would be so embarrassing, she had more self respect then that!. But her body had different plans as she stood up and started walking towards the door, everyone had seen her body already? She could feel her hand touching her pussy start rubbing her lips she walked.

"It's for the mission." Glynda breathed out. "Oooh!" She quietly moaned as she leaned against her door.

It was then she noticed the virgin killer sweater hanging up. She could wear that, it was better than nothing. But the thought of working naked kept popping into her head. Glynda bit her lip and moaned at how arousing it would be. But she was better than thinking with her loins, she had to wear it, despite how revealing it was.