Streaking performance

Ivy couldn't believe she was doing this right now. Sure, the pay was good, but this was nothing like she'd imagined.

"Alright. And, camera's rolling," said Dan, the camera guy. It was just the two of them in a sea of strangers. He was barely more than a stranger himself. She'd only met him today, though she'd spoken to him online before.

Heart pounding like a drum in her ears, she faced the camera, holding her head high, and dropped her dress to the pavement. She had nothing on underneath, of course. It was strange to feel the sun on her crotch, the wind caressing her bare ass. It was even stranger that so many eyes were suddenly on her, and more would be. She nodded to the camera, her smile wobbling. She turned and began walking down the sidewalk, waving to passersby.

It was a wild assortment of people out and about today. Middle of the afternoon, in the busiest part of town. It wasn't surprising. She saw young and old, black and white, male and female, and everything in between. Some waved, embarrassed. Some whistled, sending heat up her face.

This was... nice, actually. Her heart hammered against her ribcage like a wild animal, but on the whole, she felt exhilarated. She felt alive. She felt damn sexy, what with the way so many guys (and a few gals) were checking her out. This was freedom. Dan, trailing behind her, became mostly an afterthought. It was just as well. She did a twirl as she walked, but otherwise just went about normally. For anyone watching this afterward, the walk itself was showing enough.

Over by a large fountain near a shopping district, she saw two older women chatting. She waved her greetings as one glanced her way, then did a double take, almost audibly snapping from the hard turn. Ivy's stomach sank a little when the two ladies began to approach her. Was she about to be confronted? Dan didn't seem interested in offering help.