Ask Chet For Help

“Sabrina!” Chet yelled toward her again causing her to swoon slightly at being recognized by the man she had adored at home while he was reporting. But a slight gust upon her buttocks reminded the teenager she was only wearing her hands for cover. Not the way she intended to meet her hero.

“H..hi Chet...do you think I could have something to wear?”

“Lose your nerve?”

“S-something like that…a shirt, blanket, hell a towel?”

"Not at all, I'm afraid." He lied knowing there was a large pile of local news shirts in the back for fans.

"But I've always been a fan of your breaststroke…" he smirked as she pressed her arms closer together seeing Chet leer at her exposed chest, surprisingly getting lost in his eyes.

The cameraman zoomed in on what seemed to be her hand panty start to subconsciously rub against its contents. This is going straight to Pornhub…. He thought to himself as he zoomed back out to get all the hidden goods in frame.

"Nevermind...I'm going to g-go now." Sabrina stammered as she broke away once again mooning the local newsman feeling her loins produce what felt like sweat. The crowds seemed to have grown, causing Sabrina to think that rumor of a streaker at Disney was spreading. People wore expressions of all types toward her. A goth girl slapped Sabrina's rear causing her to sprint back toward her original destination.

Running back toward the parking lot, Sabrina could see that the bus was thankfully returning, however her arms were thrown off her body and pinned behind her back. She turned her head around to see...