She leaves.

Mary cradled her gorgeous face in her leather clad hands but didn't stay that way long. She was getting sick of the pungent smell of leather. She definitely didn't want to deal with any more cops. She grabbed her bag and hurried out the door, noting as she passed the mirror that her cursed hair wasn't messed from sleep. She was perfect, gorgeous, forever.

She took the elevator down to the lobby and put a hand to the side of her face as she exited and the policeman in the lobby caught the other elevator up. It was a comical gesture as conspicuous as her clothes were. The dress gave her abused nipples a sharp pinch as she thought the word clothes. Skin was probably more accurate. As if in agreement the supple leather garment caressed her.

She exited the building and went left at random. She had just wanted to avoid the police and had no destination in mind. But the looks of confusion and desire from the various passerby on the street quickly made her feel self conscious. She lowered her gaze, blushing. The dress, sensing her shame, decided to add to it. It tickled at her nipples and the sensitive flesh between her pussy and ass, making her gasp and squirm. Mary looked around desperately for shelter.

As if on cue, a city bus pulled up. She hurried on.

Once the bus door had closed and the vehicle had started rolling, she realized she didn't have exact change. This turned out not to be a problem as every eye on the bus was glued on her and every male was willing to spare the change. She hurried to the back of the bus without thanking the young man who had paid her fare and took a seat.