Awkward

Outside I became aware of something interesting. Even though it was about forty degrees out, I felt fine. I wouldn't say I was comfortably warm or anything, but I felt properly dressed even as I walked completely naked across the driveway. The only thing that stood out was that every breeze was bitingly cold, sending goosebumps rippling across my skin.

The agent lead me to a plain white van, newer model and well maintained. On my street that made it stand out like a sore thumb, because nothing in my neighborhood was taken care of. I paused when I saw another agent already sitting in the passenger seat. The one that was leading me out to the van paused and looked back at me, "Sorry, ma'am. Protocol, we don't want to put you at risk on the drive. You'll sit in the backseat with your escort."

I nodded my understanding, that made sense. PRT and Protectorate work was dangerous and it made no sense to put someone high up at risk. Which I now was, of course. My head began to swim, and I clenched my eyes for a second to clear it. Maaaybe I hadn't thought this through as well as I should. Despite this thought, I walked up to the side door of the van as the agent slid it open. Inside were a pair of well armed and armored PRT troopers sitting on either side of a bench seat, with a space for me.

Oh dear.

My heart pounded as I pulled myself up into the van, holding the box close with my free hand as I awkwardly stepped around the PRT trooper sitting there, trying not to shove my naked butt in his face. I took a seat between the two of them, and pulled my seatbelt into place. The sensation was weird against my skin and I had to adjust so it wasn't sitting on my nipples.

The two troopers didn't acknowledge my nudity either, and sat stoic as the van rumbled to life and left my house behind. I felt the vibrations up my legs and in the seat, the warm material soft against the undersides of my leg. The sensation made me squirm in my seat, as did the two men sitting next to me. Neither agent up front deigned for small talk, they were all business.

I was left to my thoughts and new sensations. Every adjustment in my seat brought a flood of new touches on my skin, some of them alluring others uncomfortable. Being pinned between two clearly fit men in the back of a van also didn't clear my mind very well either. I absent mindedly toyed with the box, flipping the lid open and closed as the van rumbled on.

My fingers brushed along a sticker sheet, the one labelled Slut. The Lust sheet had turned me into a cock starved whore, and just thinking about that made my groin ache. But the Slut sheet, I wondered about. Would it do the same to me, or would it just make everyone think I was a slut? Given the nature of the stickers so far, it wasn't hard to imagine it might go beyond that. I glanced at the two men in the back of the van with me, two big strong men hired specifically to protect me.

I wasn't surprised when I started playing with the sticker.