You get arrested

Trash, stick, bag. Trash, stick bag. Car, honk, squeal, crouch. Trash, steal, bag. You are getting into the rhythm of things, the terribly embarrassing rhythm. “Excuse me miss, can we have a moment of your time?” Trash, stick, reporter? Camera? Ah! Squeal, crouch.

“I think that sounded like a yes, boss.”

“You are right. Roll the camera. Greeting citizens, this is Robin Grey for the evening news with an exclusive interview with the talk of the town.”

You don´t dare to stand up. You see the grinning journalist looming over you and shake with trepidation. “Come on, isn´t this punishment enough?” You are standing on the sidewalk with naught but your trusty bag, a pointy stick{if Hut > -50}, and a hand towel wrapped around your waist{endif}. The blush on your cheeks is burning as strong as it did yesterday when you covered the same route, but now that you are in front of the cameras, you feel it expanding. Even the tip of your ears is hot.

“Precisely. For all those folk at home wondering why this naked lady is cleaning our street, our lovely guest here is sentenced to hundreds of hours of community service after wreaking havoc on our town the past week. Now, as you can see, she isn´t wearing the orange uniform that you expect out of her ilk, why is that?” the reporter shoves her mic to your face.

“T-they told me that´s there isn´t a budget for prisoner uniforms.”

“But, what about your clothes, girl? Don’t you own a pair of pants or something you can put on?”

“W-when they called the camp, Sabrina said that she didn´t know me and that I didn’t have anything there …But she is lying, you hear me? I was a counselor there! Sabrina is a two-faced-lying cu-”

The reporter pulls her mic away before you finish your callout. “And that´s why our pretty guest here is cleaning your streets on her birthday suit. {if Hut > -50}At least judge Denver was sympathetic to the plight of our lovely rascal her and lent her that hand towel.”{else}Of course, some speculate that judge Denver made that punishment up after our lovely rascal here stole her clothes from the beach. Eyewitness report that before the sheriff calmed her down, our fair judge wanted to put her on a pillory and ride her out of town on a rail.”{endif}

{if Hut > -50}“Y-yeah, but it keeps falling off. S-sometimes I think that the anticipation is even worse than not wearing anything at all.”

{else}“T-that’s still on the t-able if I fall behind my quota…” you admit with a bit of fear in your voice.{endif}

“So, how´s our fair town treating you? Enjoy our famous breeze? The hospitality of our fair citizens?”

The breeze bracingly dances across your chest and make your nipples stand up in HD. “W-well, most people scoff, laugh, or jeer at me. Some do all of the above! T-then there are these old grandmas who always come to scold me for hours, and this brat that loves to poke my butt with a stick before running away. So, no. I don´t feel much hospitality.”

“There you have it, folks. Our miscreant lives up to her reputation. She thinks we are all a bunch of rude cavemen. Feel free to keep mocking her when you see her!”

“That´s not what I-!”

“But let´s learn a bit more about her, shall we? If you had a million dollars right now, what would you buy?”

“Clothes.”

“What´s your dream? Your most innermost desire?”

“R-right now? To sink into the Earth.”

“And on the other side of the coin, what’s your deepest nightmare?”

You look at the reporter, her camera, and then at your breasts being squished against your fingers. “Are we live?”

“Of course.”

You shiver. “This. Definitely this.”

“And that´s it, dear viewers, an exclusive interview with the criminal cleaning up our streets. Her sentence is far from over, so expect to familiarize yourself with her naked butt in the coming weeks. Back to you with the weather, Rob. …Nice interview kid, you are a natural. See you around.” As sudden as they arrived, the press left.

You stand up and try to forget about the incident. You resume your work. Trash, stick, bag. Trash, stick bag. Car, squeal, crouch. Yup, this still sucks. It´s true what they say, crime doesn´t pay.

THE END