Neve decides to streak back home

To stay in the streets was crazy. To find shelter would only prolong her awkward predicament. There was only one solution in Neve’s mind, and that was to somehow return to her apartment before her legs fully became jelly.

Her bare footsteps barely echoed on the hard sidewalk, but her streaking session was anything but silent. Everywhere she went, she left astonished gasps and bold catcalls on her wake. The city streets were not empty. Neve was jogging, her thighs flexing, her breasts jiggling with the motion.

Neve was not covering any part of her body. Not her perky brown nipples, hairless sex, or even slim buttocks. Instead, her fingers were squarely on her face, only with a scant opening to see where she was going. Everybody had already taken a look at her body in the coffee shop, so that ship had sailed, but maybe her run wouldn’t be so embarrassing if she managed to avoided recognition? Not that she was famous or anything.

“Hey, girl! Nice tits!”

“Yeah, let them bounce free!” Neve’s heart skipped a beat as she heard the catcalls of two office workers, her footing got shaky and she almost tripped on the asphalt. O-ok, maybe this was still pretty bad even with her face covered, but it’s not like a hand-bra would be much of an improvement. If only she had some proper …cover. Huh.

Something on the edge of her vision caught Neve’s attention. She stopped next to a dumpster, eyeing a couple of trashcans. Her first idea was to empty a bin and try to wear it home like a hermit crab … but Neve would honestly rather dance naked on public television than touch that smelly thing. So, she opted for plan B.

Grabbing the metal lids of the trashcans, she held one in front of her body and the other behind. It was …not ideal, she still looked ridiculous, and everyone at her sides could see her naked silhouette. However, it was better than nothing, and it covered the essentials, if barely.

Taking timid steps, Neve resumed her walk of shame. She still commanded the attention of most people around her, but there were fewer shocked gasps than before. Neve hunched over herself as much as she could and kept going. She managed to continue like this for a block. Just as she was passing by a crowded bus stop, she noticed something was wrong.

“Yo, check out that weirdo.”

“Yeah, what’s that weird dance she is doing?”

“She probably likes to show off.”

“There isn’t that much to show off, to be honest.”

Neve’s feet stopped on their own. Those three guys were talking about her, but what did they mean? The lids should be enough to cover everything… “Eeeek!” Neve couldn’t help but scream. The lids … were still there, she could feel their heavy weight on her hands. There was only one tiny problem.

They were completely invincible.

Which meant Neve was completely naked and not covering anything. Her hands were balled in front of her stomach and behind her back in a weird pose, almost like she was mid-dance move.

Realizing her predicament, a jolt of adrenaline shot through her spine. Neve discarded the lids and latched on to the first thing she saw.

“Hey, that’s my newspaper! What-Whoa!”

Wrapping the paper around her body and looking away from the elderly gentleman it used to belong to, Neve pushed her legs to run as fast as they could away from the small crowd at the bus stop. She reached the end of the block in no time and crossed the street just before the lights turned red.

Neve stopped to catch her breath in front of a group of stylish young girls, each wearing the latest in a trendy fashion. Heels, fancy skirt, designer boots. They stared at the newspaper-clad Neve like a cockroach crawling out of the sink. They whispered at each other, and Neve could tell that she was the target of the impolite gossip.

Yikes, Neve’s knees buckled on their own… humans could be so judgmental. Well, at least she wasn’t naked, that would have been ten times worse, right? Neve nervously adjusted the newspaper around herself and felt something peculiar at her fingertips. The paper, it was like it was getting wet… and soapy. What?

Neve looked down and stared at a miracle. The newspaper quickly turned into bubbles. Bubbles that flew away from her naked body and rendered it devoid of cover…

Ugh, her sister was such a bitch.

Neve looked up from her stiffening brown nipples. The girls were staring at her with their mouths hanging below their chins. Worse, they had their phones up and were taking pictures of the magic trick …while Neve had her hands were at her sides. They had seen everything… they had taken p-pictures of everything!

“Eeeeek!” Once more, Neve broke into a sprint. She could hear the shutter of the cameras taking shots of her slim posterior. Thinking fast, she grabbed the Sandwich board from a nearby restaurant; two cardboard rectangles hung together by suspenders that told customers the menu of the day.

“Hey, that´s my property.” A man quickly ran out of the restaurant after Neve.

“S-sorry! T-think of this as free advertising!” Neve shouted back, pushing her legs to run twice as fast. Neve put down the board onto herself, with one half in front and the other covering her back. Once more, she found herself decent, if not looking somewhat ridiculous.

Neve didn’t know how long her latest cover was going to last, so she kept running. Surprisingly, the little board held up for at least two blocks, maybe her sister got tired of messing with her? Or maybe she enjoyed how Neve cringed every time her running thighs accidentally kicked the board up and flashed her crotch to the street?

In any case, Neve came to a dead stop. In front of her was a stadium, a torrent of people was pouring out, or were they coming in? It was hard to tell. Even if she was technically decent, Neve could not bring herself to walk next to such a big crowd in her current attire.

Maybe, maybe she could cut across the block by going into some buildings? Seemed like a good plan as any, so Neve went inside the first open door she saw. A sports bar.

“… tell you. The men’s league doesn’t have this kind of shenanigans.”

The door ringed as Neve’s pushed her way inside. A small group of women, all wearing blue soccer uniforms, were hanging around drinking some beer. They all scowled at Neve when they saw her. “And who is this bitch?”

A blonde beauty walked up to Neve. “You have a lot of audacity to come here like that, girl.”

Yikes, talk about a cold shoulder. They seemed like quite the rowdy bunch, but maybe they weren’t that bad? They wouldn’t do anything to a poor, lost, woman like herself, right?

Or maybe they would. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe she was better off facing the crowd in the street… although knowing her sister, she might make her appear in the middle of the stadium naked if she found it amusing. Should Neve stick to her plan or go out and try to cross the sea of people?