The streak

“Let's just get this over with. Go Germany. Woo! Next world champions!” Evie began sprinting and chanting her lungs out.

“Err, yes. Go Belgium!” Amanda said, picking on the other team because what else was she going to yell? And she did desperately want to shout something, obscenities mostly.

There was a collective gasp in the stadium as they entered the field. Cheers rang out along with jeers and insults. While a sizeable part of the stadium enjoyed the distraction, others were angry that they were interrupting the game.

The two naked girls made their way into the field, the grass tickling their bare feet as they ran. The wind rushed against their curves as if trying to stop them, but it provided a modicum of relief for their burning faces. As the two intimately knew, being naked in public had the funny side effect of sharpening their senses. Their minds were alert to see if anyone was staring at them.

And boy did a lot of people stare. Evie hoped the stadium would be empty as people stayed inside to watch the World Cup, but no, it was full. The spectator's phones glittered from the seats like stars in the night sky. Their catcalls and insults resounded in her head like jackhammers… and to make matters worse, they were in the Jumbotron! Her tits were in the giant TV, in case anyone was too blind to see her tiny silhouette running in the grass.

Also, wow, they were bouncing quite a bit out of her hands. With the help of the giant TV, Evie realized just how much her nipples liked to slip between her fingers. She casted a glance at Amanda. Her friend was just as flustered as she was, but with her smallish breasts, she had an easier time covering up. Evie got jealous.

Amanda returned the look, Evie seemed to have problems keeping everything under wraps. The jumbotron might as well be renamed the tit-o-tron with how much it was focusing on her breasts. She really should be thankful that she wasn't the center of attention, but a part of Amanda's ego was hurt that the TV wasn't giving her enough screen time due to her less curvy physique. Amanda got jealous.

But jealous for what exactly? Tomorrow morning her pixelated ass was going to be all over the internet! People would stop to stare at the street to see if it was the crazy streaker! Ugh, what would her clients think about this? Well, there's no such thing as bad publicity. She could always play it off as a silly bet, but still…

As a flash of light almost blinded Evie, she bit her lips. There's no way that those photos would not make their way to her office tomorrow. Ugh, and she hoped the days of Nekkid Evie were behind her. Although considering what she did to all the people who lost their bets at her job, maybe she kind of deserved it…

Back in the empty hallway, the bartender laughed at the misfortune of the two naked girls. Yeah, no way she would have the courage to go out. She wrote a little note on the wall for them.

“I heard your little plan to ditch me so I figured that turnabout is fair play. I took your clothes, have fun running around like headless chickens. PS. If you want your free drinks you can still come and get them, if you dare to show your face back in my bar again.”

“Ok, now to grab the clothes and...”

“I found the streaker,” a bald, muscular man interrupted her. The guard talked to his earpiece before stepping on the pile of clothes on the ground.“I'm afraid you'll have to come with me.”

“I'm not a streaker!” The naked bartender yelled, realizing how ridiculous that must have sounded coming from a naked woman. “Ok, maybe I'm technically streaking, but I'm not the streaker you are looking for, man!”

“Come in quietly and we won't have any trouble.”

“Hijo de puta!” The bartender tackled him and began to run away.

“I need reinforcements! Streaker running down the west exit!” the man said, grabbing her clothes and chasing after her.

The good news of the bartender's little stunt was that all the security guards were too busy playing hide and seek with her to focus on Amanda and Evie. With flushed faces, spinning heads, burning lungs, and sore legs, they finally reached the end of the field.

“That was, without a doubt, the most humiliating thing I have done... since last year.” Evie bent down, grabbing the post of the field goal for support as she panted her lungs out.

“Yeah, let's agree to never talk about this again. Where the hell is that damned bartender? Ah! Evie, look. The hallway! She is not there! And neither are our clothes!”

“That double crossing bitch!” Evie stomped her bare feet in the soft ground. “What are we going to do now?”

The crowd cheered extra loudly. A full frontal image of both girls was shown on the Jumbotron. The two realized they stopped covering as they recovered her breath, just long enough for a whole army worth of cameras to record every inch of their anatomy for eternity.

You would think that after getting ogled by a small town's worth of people, Evie and Amanda would no longer care much about getting spotted, but the opposite was true. Both girls, Evie especially, craved clothes. They didn’t want to have yet another stranger look at them like they were exhibitionists or clowns.

They both squealed, and crouched, feeling the weight of a thousand jeers weight on their back. “The only thing we can do,” Amanda sighed. “Run out of the stadium and try to find a way back home.”

“Y-you don't have to tell me twice!”

And so, both girls turned around and began to run out of the field faster than even the professional football players. It seemed like their night was not over yet. “I hope you learned your lesson about these stupid sports bets!”

“Yes, next time I will bet against Germany!”

Amanda scoffed. “Well then, next time you are going out drinking alone!”