She'll go and buy a drink at the bar

Hannah was in a position she never imagined she would ever be in. Every rational part of her brain urged her to just go home, but she was too horny to reason. The idea of exposing herself again was irresistible now. With Alissa goading her, she agreed to go into the bar and actually order a drink.

Easier said than done, of course. As she stood upon the street, not even truly hidden, she could not get herself to take that first step. Alissa stood and watches quietly for a little. Hannah opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't. Then Alissa placed her hand gently on her lower back and pushed a little. The touch sent a wave of excitement through Hannahs body. Her nipples perked tight, her breath hitched.

"O-okay. I'll go." Hannah said less confidently than she had imagined.

She took a step, then another. The pavement felt rough, cold, and damp beneath her trembling little feet. She adjusted her hands. She could not get herself to walk in entirely exposed, even if she knew keeping herself covered with her hands like this would only betray her shame and do little to conceal her total nudity.

"I'll be right here," Alissa said, leaning against the brick like she had all night. "Act like you belong. Order. Drink. Come back. Easy."

It was not easy.

The smokers outside saw her first. There was a pause, then a laugh, then someone saying something she did not catch. Hannah kept her eyes on the door. She tried to walk normally. Her shoulders were up around her ears. Her hands were glued in place, one across her petite breasts, the other pressed between her legs, and it looked exactly as desperate as it was. She told herself she was just a girl in a hurry. She was a naked girl in a hurry, and everyone on the pavement knew it.

The door stuck. She had to take a hand off her chest to pull it, and the cool indoor air hit her nipple before she could cover again. A little bell chimed. Conversations inside hiccuped and died.

It was a small village bar. Low ceiling, sticky floor, a television on mute in the corner. Maybe twenty people. That was twenty too many. Every head turned. Hannah stood in the doorway, fully nude, lit from the street behind her, and attempted a smile that came out as a grimace.

She walked to the bar. She tried to do it casually. She did not do it casually. Her thighs kept brushing together. She could feel her own heartbeat in her face. Someone at a table actually put their glass down to watch her pass. A guy at the fruit machine said, not quietly, "Is she for real?"

Hannah pretended she had not heard. She pretended this was a dare she was bored of, not one she was coming apart in the middle of. She reached the bar and stood with her hip against the wood so at least her ass was not aimed at the room. It did not help. The bartender, a woman maybe ten years older, stared at her like she was waiting for the punchline.

"Hi," Hannah said. Her voice was too high. "Um. A beer. Please. Whatever's cheapest is fine."

The bartender's eyes dropped, then came back up, then dropped again despite herself. "You... want a beer."

"Yes. Thanks." Hannah tried to sound brisk. She sounded like she was about to cry or laugh or both. She had to take her hand off her breasts to get at the little cash Alissa had slipped her. For a few seconds she stood there with one arm still clamped between her legs and both tits bare to the whole bar, rummaging, face on fire. A wolf-whistle came from the back. She found the note, slapped it on the counter, and covered up so fast she almost knocked a bowl of peanuts over.

Nobody was talking now. They were just looking. Hannah stared at a wet ring on the bar and told herself not to look back. She looked back. A table of guys her age. A couple in the corner, the girl's mouth open. Someone by the door who had followed her in from outside. Too many eyes. She could feel them on her nipples, on her hand, on the bits her hands were not actually hiding. Her skin was buzzing. She was still horny, which made it worse. She wanted to be nonchalant and instead she was shaking.

The beer arrived in a pint glass, too big, too slow. She had no free hand. She had to choose. She let go of her chest again, grabbed the glass with a white-knuckled grip, and tried to take a dignified sip.

It did not come out dignified. She drank. Then she drank more, because if she was drinking she did not have to stand there being looked at with nothing to do. Foam on her lip. Cold in her empty stomach. The glass was still half full and someone said, "Go on then, love," and that was it. She tipped the rest down her throat in one nauseous go, slammed it down too hard, and muttered something that might have been thank you.

A chair scraped. Someone was getting up. Hannah did not wait to find out why.

She bolted.

The door, the bell, the smokers exploding into laughter as she burst back onto the street, beer on her breath, one hand grabbing at her chest, the other not even covering anymore, just pumping as she ran. She did not stop until she hit the alley and Alissa's waiting silhouette.

Alissa caught her by the shoulders, laughing, delighted.

"You actually did it. You should see your face."

Hannah could not speak. She pressed herself into the alley wall, trying to disappear into brick, both arms back in place, whole body trembling. She could still feel the bar on her skin. All those eyes. The bartender. The whistle. She had not pulled off casual for a single second. She had been a spectacle, and she had stood there and let it happen, and then she had run like a coward, which somehow felt even more exposing than staying.

"I want to go home," she managed. "Please. I'm done. I'm so done."

"Yeah," Alissa said, softer, still smiling. "Yeah, that tracked. Come on. You've earned it."

She took Hannah's hand. Hannah let her. Behind them the bar door opened and a slice of noise spilled out, but Alissa was already walking her toward home, and Hannah did not look back.