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Chapter 5

How does the sprint to the park go?

Surprisingly well, until...

Sticking to the plan, the four naked women ran through the wooded area surrounding the park, Wendy and Cameron giggling and roaring playfully as ran. Stacy kept quiet but still ran alongside her friends with a grin underneath her mask. Kaylee, however...

"Will you two shut up please?!" Kaylee hissed, looking around nervously through the eye holes of her mask. "The whole point of this was that we go streaking without drawing attention to us!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Wendy giggled. "And stop being so nervous! No one has spotted us yet, right?"

"Well..." Kaylee said, looking around again. She had to admit, stupid and crazy as this plan was, it appeared to be working as none of the people visting the park even looked in their direction.

"C'mon, Kay-Kay! Live a little!" Wendy said as she gave Kaylee a slap on the ass, causing the other woman to yelp before shooting her a glare.

"Okay! Okay. And stop calling me that!"


After an hour, the four concluded their streak as they headed back to the van while laughing. Even Kaylee was giggling at what happened. They had just successfully streaked this park and back, and not once where they caught by anyone!

"Okay, okay." Kaylee chuckled as the four carefully made their way back to the van, "I'll admit it. That was really fun."

"See? Didn’t I tell you?" Wendy asked.

"Yeah, you did." Kaylee chuckled as she removed her mask. She then donned a serious expression and said, "But we are never doing or talking about this again!"

"Yeah, right!" Cameron giggled as she and the others took off their masks. "There's no way that any of us won't bring this up again."

"Ha! Yeah, I don't think I'll be able to book a streaker with a straight face ever again." Stacy agreed with a laugh.

"Fine! But only between us and we really don't go streaking anymore!"

Wendy chuckled as she patted her bare thighs... A look of confusion on her face before it transformed into a look of fear. "Uh oh..."

"What do you mean by, 'Uh oh'?" Kaylee asked with a glare as Stacy and Cameron's smiles faltered.

"Well, that depends..."

"On what?" Stacy asked.

"How mad would you girls be if I said that I may have dropped the keys somewhere in the wooded area?"

"You WHAT?!" Kaylee hissed as she grabbed Wendy by the shoulders, glaring angrily at her friend. "If this is one of your jokes, Wendy, this is not funny!"

"Um..."

"Oh, I knew this was a bad idea!" Cameron whimpered, wedging a hand between her legs. "I knew this was a bad idea and I agreed with it anyway!"

"O-okay, let's just try to calm down here." Stacy stammered as she tried to take control of the situation. Clearing her throat, she turned to Wendy and asked, "Now, Wendy, do you know where in the wooded area you dropped the keys?"

"I think it was somewhere in the middle of the park." Wendy replied.

"You 'think' or you 'know'?" Kaylee growled.

"Easy, Kaylee." Stacy said.

"'Easy'?!" Kaylee asked in a shocked hushed tone. "Thanks to this idiot, we're miles from home, naked in public, and wearing only paper tiger masks and tiger stripe body paint!"

"Uh, 'body paint'?" Wendy asked, blinking a few times.

"Yeah. What people paint their bodies with?" Cameron replied, all three looking at Wendy in confusion.

Wendy looked at her friends, blinking a few more times before giving off a sheepish grin and chuckle.

"We're wearing actual paint, aren't we?" Stacy asked flatly.

"Of course not! I know that that's dangerous!" Wendy replied, "I just... I just made my own non-toxic paint from..." she gulped, "Dye and food coloring."

"'D-dye and f-food'...?" Kaylee stammered, briefly imagining herself at the next mayoral debate against her opponent dressed in her fanciest suit with her skin orange and white with black stripes. How was she going to explain that? She'd be laughed right out of the building! She narrowed her eyes at Wendy and snarled, "Stacy, remind me before I wring this idiot's neck. Do I have tenure or diplomatic immunity?"

"Neither." Stacy said calmly, despite giving Wendy a small glare while kicking herself for agreeing to this. "However, we just need to calm down and grab the keys before things get worse."

"Stacy, c'mon!" Kaylee groaned, "We're miles from home. We're in the middle of a public place. We're naked. We have no clothes. We have no way of getting back home. And on top of all of that, we're now dyed orange and white with black stripes. How the hell can things possibly get worse?!"

How do things get worse?

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