Braless and Breathless

Emily felt every single crack and pebble as she walked along the fairground. Losing her shoes was turning out to be extremely inconvenient, and more than a little uncomfortable for her sock-clad feet. But she was mainly walking because running posed a different problem. Emily had quickly discovered that, with her bra gone, her scrap of a t-shirt only barely came down far enough to cover her nipples. If she moved too quickly or abruptly, her breasts came spilling out of her top entirely. And so, despite all the shouts and cat calls she was getting, Emily walked slowly through the fairground. One hand kept her panties up where they belonged, while the other periodically tugged her shirt down, keeping it in place.

The girl's heart was still pounding from her last ordeal. She was breathing heavily as she remembered how she'd been seen by so many people. Emily's thoughts were interrupted by a hand grabbing her ass and giving it a hearty squeeze.

"Hey!" she shouted, whirling around to face the perpetrator.

"Don't blame me," he said with a smirk, "You're the one wearing a shirt that says 'Grab me' after all!"

Emily blushed, realizing the state that the back of her shirt must have been in. The man was right, in a way. She just turned back around and continued walking towards her goal. On the way she was similarly groped by another eleven or twelve men, and even one woman! They grabbed her ass and a few even squeezed her breasts, with the woman going so far as to tweak one of her nipples. And Emily most certainly did not enjoy the feeling of it at all. Not even as it sent her body shuddering and her heart racing at the contact. And she most certainly did not secretly hope that the next person would be brave enough to kiss her as they squeezed, letting their tongue meet hers as they explored each others' mouths. No sir.

Part of Emily was sorely tempted to simply leave and put the whole mortifying day behind her, but she knew that simply wasn't an option. She'd need Mr. Jackson's help getting into her locker, and he'd surely want her to finish up her last task. It was even on the way back to his office, so she reasoned she could hardly refuse. Given all the bad luck she'd endured so far, Emily figured she was due for some good luck for a change. Then she could go see Mr. Jackson and get some fresh new clothes, plus her things from her locker. All she had to do was make it through this one last task.