Someone trips Isabel, and things get interesting

Originally written by Bluefish

Isabel caught up with the brunette, who beamed at her. "Enjoying yourself?"

"No! Why are you doing this to me?"

The brunette slapped her ass, making her jump. "Because it's fun." Isabel reflexively grabbed her own buttocks, which were stinging from the slap, only to realize a moment later that she had just completely exposed her breasts and crotch to the public. Gales of laughter erupted, and she screamed, clapping her arms over her front again.

Still, Isabel couldn't quite argue with that. The times in the past where she had been on the other side of this situation, she had certainly had fun...but when it was happening to her, it was no fun at all! "Can we go?" she begged.

The girl began walking - slowly - in the direction of the furthest exit. "What's the rush?" she said, running her gaze once again over Isabel's naked body. "I like slow walks. Enjoy the moment, you know." She raised her voice slightly. "Wouldn't want to take you away from your adoring public too soon, right?" She was met with approving cheers from the crowd, which Isabel noticed was mostly female. One nearby onlooker caught her eye, and with a lurch of dread Isabel recognized her as the pretty redhead who had mocked her before in the food court. Now that Isabel was both completely naked and being actively humiliated, the redhead looked like she could hardly believe her luck.

The thought of being slowly paraded down the entire length of the mall, stark naked, with who-knows-how-many people snapping pictures and spanking her ass, and the redhead tormenting her along the way, was too much for Isabel. "No!" Forsaking modesty, she made a furious grab for the brunette's shopping bag. If she wouldn't give her the clothes, then she would take them.

She missed, and her clumsy grab sent her stumbling several paces, making her round breasts jiggle indecently. The brunette seemed more amused than ever. "Naughty, naughty! I said you'd get them outside! Now? Now I'm just going to keep them for myself!" Turning around, she took off running, taking the bag with her - but with a deliberate slowness that suggested she wanted Isabel to chase her.

Isabel obliged. Kicking off her heels, she took off in pursuit, horribly aware that her entire luscious body was now totally exposed in front of the jeering onlookers. But covering her nudity would slow her down far too much. She tried to ignore the laughter and taunts, focusing solely on Getting. That. Bag.

She was a fast runner, faster than the brunette expected, bare feet slapping against the floor. Within moments she was nearly caught up with her, hands reaching out desperately. She saw the brunette's face flash over her shoulder, surprised at Isabel's speed, though still obviously delighted at her humiliation. Isabel's fingers were so close, she could almost reach the bag, and-

Someone stuck a foot out and tripped her.

Isabel wiped out and fell flat on her front, breasts crushing painfully against the cold floor. "No!" she wailed. Glancing up, she saw with horror that the redhead had been the one to trip her, and was now standing over her with a look of stunned glee on her face.

Come to think of it, the crowd was awfully quiet as well. The laughter had stopped. They seemed more shocked silent.

Isabel realized something was in her hands, and very slowly, she looked forward.

She was gripping a pair of jeans, which were currently around someone's ankles. And also - Isabel gulped - a pair of black boyshort panties.

Even more slowly, she moved her gaze upwards, up a pair of shapely pair legs, to see a perfect round ass, bare for all the world to see. And the back of a stylish jacket.

She had accidentally depansted the brunette.

She bolted to her feet, recoiling in anticipatory terror, and then the laughter resumed, louder than ever before. The crowd seemed to appreciate this new twist. The brunette turned to face her, and Isabel saw her cheeks were bright crimson and her pretty mouth was hanging open. She seemed too surprised to even cover herself - she was bottomless in front of hundreds of people. Isabels couldn't help but notice her pretty shaved crotch, and felt suddenly elated at having exposed her tormentor. Even if she was still naked herself.

Shock gradually morphed into rage on the brunette's face. "You-" she sputtered, clapping her hands over her bare crotch. "You're going to pay for that!"