Search the dumpster for something to wear

You decide that your best bet is to throw something on from one of the dumpsters and then hitch a ride home. You could probably convince one of the truckers that visits the adult bookstore to give you a lift or you could try your luck thumbing it by the side of the road.

You lean over the open dumpster and the sickening stink of sour booze, body odor, and urine wallops you in the face. It's a bit hard to see by the early morning light, but you can just make out the hem of a tan trench coat. When you tug on the fabric you realize the coat is attached to a sleeping wino who sits up and cries out with alarm. He's a small old man in a knit cap dressed in layers of filthy clothing. Part of a banana peel is stuck to the side of his scruffy face. When he focuses on you his bloodshot eyes widen.

"What're ya doin'!?" He demands.

"Some guy ditched me here naked," you explain. "I need your coat to cover up."

"Mmmm!" He staggers to his feet amid the trash.

You cover your breasts with your arm and your bare pussy with your other hand, but he still gets more than an eyeful as he looks you over.

"Tell ya what, missy," he strokes his chin and knocks away the banana peel. "Hop on in the dumpster and we can make a deal."

He licks his chapped lips, still staring at your naked body.