Yes, she tries to check the book out

Anna took one final look about her to make sure no one was around, then dashed toward the exit. At last, she reached the threshold of the door. She was home free! She felt the book slipping from her hands a little as she ran. She would need to get a better grip.

However, then she suddenly stopped. The book! She realized the door had an alarm, and it would go off if the book was not checked out. She hesitated, absentmindedly standing still while her bare ass faced the whole library.

She briefly considered just dropping the book and taking her chances out there stark naked. However, as embarrassed as she was to be discovered covering herself with nothing but the book, she would be so much more embarrassed if she was caught totally naked. She had to check it out.

The library had a self-checkout kiosk near the front desk. She could not just stand there and check it out, however. Someone would surely see her if she did that. Anna thought to herself. Maybe she could crouch down under the counter to keep herself concealed, then lift the book above her head to get the bar code under the scanner. It seemed like a ridiculous idea, but she did not have any other thoughts. Anna crouched down to stay out of sight and slowly crept over there, facing the counter with her back to the library. This minimized her public exposure to her back and a little bit of her butt.

When she was finally under the scanner, she tried to lift the book over her head and over the edge of the counter. However, from this position, her arms could not bend in a way that would raise the book over the lip of the counter; her forearms would bump into the ledge before she could position the book properly. She either had to come out from under the counter, or turn around.

She decided to keep herself concealed under the counter and risk turning around. She covered herself as best as she could with one hand, holding the book with the other.

From her new position facing outward toward the library, she could hold the book out in front of her, then flex her forearm toward her shoulder to lower the book onto the counter, and position it under the scanner. A good plan, in theory. However, the book was awkwardly sized for what she was attempting. When she lifted it, its weight and center of gravity made it wobble around unpredictably. It was all Anna could do to keep from dropping it. She hurriedly grabbed it with her other hand and managed to get a hold of it. She raised the book above her head with both hands and managed to slide it onto the counter.

However, she had not considered that this maneuver required her to totally expose her crouching body. If anyone walked by, they would see her with her legs spread and her arms raised high, fully exposing her torso from breasts to pussy, not to mention the rest of her. What would she do then? There would be no hiding, or even covering up. Such a thought did not occur to Anna right now, however. She was too focused on the task at hand.

She had gotten the book onto the counter, but now she had to get the bar code under the scanner. She awkwardly slid the book around, left and right, forward and backward, blindly searching for the point of laser light, waiting for the familiar beep. That would make a noise, of course, but that sound would be expected in a library, and would probably not draw any attention. However, despite what felt like minutes of searching, she did not hear anything. With a sudden fright, she wondered whether she had the book the wrong side down, so the bar code was facing the counter. She was ready to flip it over and try again, when she finally heard the beep. She sighed with relief. However, the next sound she heard filled her with horror: "please scan your library card."

How could she have forgotten this? Checking a book out required you to scan your student ID! She obviously did not have one on her, since she did not have any pockets on her birthday suit. What could she do now? Either she would have to leave the book behind after her all, or she would somehow need to get her hands on a student ID. Or, she supposed, see if she could find something else to cover herself with.