Super Streaker

Seeing no other way back, our heroine decided that streaking through the streets was the best option. She wasn't too far in town so she could duck and hide in alleys, behind buildings, and move under bridges to avoid being seen. Jamie worked up the courage and started walking down the wide, dingy alley to the edge of the street. Back around the corner, the crowd of onlookers had mostly left by now and all that remained were a few dozen that talked to the police that had arrived on the scene. She saw mostly naked women being questioned by the cops who were too distracted to properly take questions or even offer blankets. A female cop grew frustrated at her colleuges for their unprofessional attitudes and for perversely ogling these women. The rest who had stayed did so for the same reason, to watch these deeply embarassed ladies shifting there as they attempted to cover themselves.

With that side of the alley being occupied, Jamie moved to the other and found it to he practically abandoned. Her little feet dashed across the hot road and made her way down some of the sidewalk to the next alley. At far end she heard two men talking as they came by the entrance and ducked behind a dumpster. "Did you get a good look at the hero babe that showed up in the metal armor?", one asked the other.

"Nah man. I didn't see shit! I was in the back but got a good look at all the other women who lost their clothes. Even made out with a pair of polkadot panties!"

"That's fuckin' sweet dude. But none of those bitches compare to this chick. She was so damn fine and she was fucking stacked, bro! Too bad she made out before any of us could 'thank her.'" The two men laughed as they passed by the alley and Jamie crept to the corner to watch them disappear onto another street. Jamie gritted her teeth, further angered by their remarks, and took another dash across the next street.

This next alley was shorter and lead to a small parking lot, open and filled with cars. Jamie crouched as she walked around the sea of cars, using them as cover from those who might be around. At the last few rows, she stood and ran down through the parking lot and down the road. A man sitting in his car was eating his sandwich at the time and became distracted by the pleasant and unexpected sight. He leaned forward as he watched and bit his hand instead of his tuna melt.

Jamie ran into a predictament this time around as she carelessly ran out into the open with out scoping out her next move. This street had no alleywways to duck into and there were pedestrians and cars all over the place. An SUV stopped in its tracks to avoid hitting the girl; the driver staring at her with a gaping maw and Jamie standing there like a deer in the headlights with her arms wrapped around her chest.

The girl panicked and fled to the sidewalk where she barged past groups of people, her big tits swinging from side to side as she let her arms pump for maximum speed. Various applogizes left her mouth as she made sure she was swift enough to not be recognized or remembered by anyone. Around the corner she found herself on the edge of town, a long road with fields and woods on one end with building on her end. A small canal parted the two roads and stood as an obstacle for Jamie. Idea rattled on her head about how to get over the river while staying out of sight.

Running down into the canal seemed like the best option as no one could see her unless they strayed to close. She slid down the side and dipped her burning feet in the wate before waking along the water's edge. She walked for some time with the river never narrowing enough for her to move across without being covered in what filth swam with it. Eventually she came upon a bridge whose underside posed another problem.

Underneath the concrete and steel, stood a shanty town made from plywood and tin where many of the city's bums called "home." The night had begun to fall and the fires of their drums lit the walls with an orange glow. She started to sweat with fear, the trouble she'd have being found here may be worse than than that of the street. So she stuck to the shadows and found her way through the maze of shacks. Many a time did Jamie have to duck and dodge wandering, mostly drunk, homeless men and women as they pissed where they pleased and talked shit about the world around campfires.

Eventually she found the perils of the shantytown behind her and saw that there was a small walkway up ahead. Jamie was carful not to lose her balance, break the boards, or get splinter in her feet as she walked across the lumber. There was a ladder too on the side of the bridge which allowed Jamie an easy climb back to the road where she made sure the coast was clear before proceeding.

Now Jamie just walked through the night, sticking to the road as to not get lost and keeping close to the greenery that would serve as cover when cars and trucks rolled by. Night turned to day and after wandering around, making wrong turns and a few circles, Jamie found her base and scanned her hand. The doors opened and on she went, heading straight for the bedroom where she had a long nap.