Somehow, she does.

It’s long, and more embarrassing than anything she could’ve imagine before today, but after 10 agonizingly long minutes, Emily reaches the Wal-mart parking lot.

She’s about to breath a sigh of relief, when she realizes she has to go inside the store…where there are dozens of people…

She walks up to the front entrance, a crowd of people whisking by her. She hears dozens of comments.

“Nice ass!”

“Yo is that chick naked?”

“What a slut…”

“Bro get a picture!”

Emily is overwhelmed…but she can’t waste time. She hurries inside the store, and grabs a cart. She realizes almost immediately that pushing the cart will take both hands, which means that she can no longer cover herself.

And so Emily is **** to shop, her goods fully on display as she goes through the store, buying all sorts of supplies. Sponges, towels, etc. She endured more and more comments, and after a while a crowd forms, following her around and taking photos.

Emily blushes deep red at that… She’s going to be all over the internet isn’t she? She wonders if some of her classmates will find the pictures and videos…

Emily has finished the list except for one thing in a secluded aisle on the back. Her audience has diminished, and she’s finally able to find a moment alone as she grabs a spray bottle. But then she feels a hand on her ass!

“Been waiting to get you alone…” says a voice with a thick southern accent.

Emily tenses up and looks over her shoulder. It’s a middle aged man, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. He’s dirty, and smells of ****. Emily tries to push his hand away, but he is insistent, his hand groping her ass openly. Emily is about to scream when he puts his other hand over her mouth. “No need to make a fuss, hot stuff. Just want a little fun.”

He’s getting pretty rough with her butt, but Emily can’t break free! She hopes he doesn’t take this too far…she might not have a choice in what happens.