She flees

Katelyn's head spins. "What am I doing?" she asks herself as she looks at her naked body in the mirror with the giant number counting down. She could see her thighs glistening and realizes her primal need and lack of self-control was once again putting her in a position to further ruin her life.

"Forty seconds," a computerized voice speaks as the wall flashes the same number.

Punishment. That could mean anything! It could be something painful or...or...worse like ****. She felt panic rising in her chest and her feet start to step backward.

"Thirty seconds," the voice booms.

Katelyn decides she can't go through with any more of this. She turns and runs out of the room and into the hall. As soon as she's in the hall the door shuts and clicks into a locked position. "Unfortunate," she hears the female voice say. "The Facility wishes you luck."

The hallway lights up and the door she came in through opens. She looks around the hall for her clothes, keys and phone but doesn't see anything. She curses under her breath before yelling at the ceiling "can I have my things?"

Instead, the computer voice says "twenty seconds to leave the building or face termination."

"Termination?" she says to the empty hall. "Please, I need my clothes."

Katelyn doesn't move from the spot. She gazes down the long hall toward the door opened to the outside world. What does "termination" mean, she wonders? The scared girl waits for a reply but soon the voice comes back online and says "10 seconds until termination..." and begins counting down. Katelyn, heart-thumping, begins running down the hall to the exit. Her bare feet slapping on the floor. As the voice says "2" she bursts out into the night air. The door slams shut behind her and there's a loud hissing sound from behind it.

"What the fuck?" she says as she stares at the door. A cool breeze reminds her that she's buck naked in an industrial park at what she guesses is around four in the morning. Looking around she confirms she's the only one around. Katelyn scurries along the long wall of doors until she gets to the parking lot. Hunching down she runs to her car and tries the handle. Locked. She knew it would be locked but she had to try. She goes around to each door and even jiggles the trunk. Katelyn's lip trembles and she fights back a frightened tear. "Fuck!" she says and kicks the door with her barefoot. "OWWW!" she yells into the early morning air. Hopping on one foot and tears starting to run down her face, the redhead starts to wonder if she made the worse decision. Maybe punishment wouldn't be so bad.

Suddenly she hears the whir of an electric motor and the sound of small tires on gravel. A spotlight falls on her body exposing her to a security guard speedily making his way in her direction in a golf cart. Katelyn looks around for a place to run and hide but the parking lot is big and empty. She goes around to the other side of her car.

"Stop!" an amplified voice says as the cart picks up speed.

Katelyn ducks down. She tries to hide her naked body behind the car deciding to sacrifice a view of her backside to save the front from his eyes. He swerves around and the headlights and spotlight fall directly on her. Still sniffling she tries to push up a smile as he disembarks the vehicle and approaches with a flashlight in hand.

The security guard is older, likely in his mid-50s. His pear-shaped body suggests he spends more time tooling around in the golf cart than walking the premises or possibly a medical condition. "Are you okay, little lady?" He says in a grandfatherly tone.

"I-I'm locked out of my car," she says. His flashlight roams up and down her body.

"Do you have some i.d.?" he asks as he licks his lips. His light resting on her ass.

"In the car," Katelyn swallows and presses herself harder against the vehicle.

"I suppose with your clothes? What is this, some sort of college hazing or something?"

The guard steps forward and moves his light off the girl which doesn't really make a difference because the lights from the vehicle are still exposing her. He shines it into the vehicle. Looking at both the front and back seats as Katelyn replies "no, it isn't. I'm not in college," she tries to decide if she should be honest as to why she's here.

"I don't see any clothes or keys. Are you sure this is your car?"

"Y-yes! Of course!" she panics. "Everything is locked in the trunk. I, um, I had the urge to go streaking."

He grunts. "In the trunk. Sure. Well, I can't do anything for you, so we should head back to the office while we wait for the police.

"The police!" she practically yells "don't you have one of those lock shimmy things?"

"If I can't confirm your identity I can't break into this car. Now let's go."

Katelyn sighs and walks to the passenger side of the cart with an arm across her chest and her pussy cupped under her hand. As the guard climbs into the driver seat he laughs. "For an exhibitionist, you sure are shy about showing off your body."

The girl clutches her body tightly. "I'm not really an exhibitionist. It was just a one-time thing."

"Sure it is. Was this like an Internet dare or something?"

"Yeah, something like that," she shivers as the open vehicle moves across the parking lot.

The security guard drives slowly around the building. He keeps glancing over at the exposed girl in the passenger seat. Suddenly he stops. "You know, it dawns on me that if the police come they'll probably charge you with a three-one-four."

Katelyn doesn't love that he's stopped moving. She just wants to be safe inside the office and out of the night air. "Charge me? What's a...three-one-four?"

"Indecent exposure. Possibly six-months in jail, up to $10,000 in fines, and, a 10-year minimum registration on the sex offenders list."

Katelyn swallows. "Even for a first-time offense?"

He nods. "Well, a lawyer might be able to negotiate the first two but, yeah, no matter what you'll end up on the list." It wasn't necessarily true, but Katelyn didn't know that. And her already tattered reputation would be completely destroyed if she was placed on that list.

"Oh no!" Katelyn starts to sob again. Her hands stop protecting her body from view and go up to cover her face with grief.

"And it dawns on me," he continues, "that if the keys are locked in your trunk you won't be able to leave anyway."

"The Facility has my things," she finally admits. "They're the occupant of this building. Door 6."

"Door 6," he laughs, "no one has rented those offices for three years."

"It's true. Go check. They have my clothes and my keys. They lured me here and made me strip down," she looks toward him. Eyes pleading. "Please don't call the police."

"You expect me to believe some organization called, what did you say, The Facility, is hiding out in my building stripping girls."

"Well, no-no they didn't strip me. I mean, not technically. I did it willingly because I thought it was a game."

"This is ridiculous," the golf cart starts moving again. "If you're going to keep making up lies I might as well call the cops."

Katelyn almost yells that she isn't making it up but also realizes how crazy it all sounds. She really doesn't want to be marked as a sex offender. She moves her arm away from her chest exposing her breasts. Placing a hand on the guard's knee and leans toward him a little. "Please, I'm sorry for making things up. Don't call the police. Maybe you can drive me home after your shift so I can get my spare key?"