Autograph session

Madison shuffled awkwardly in the direction indicated, realising that somehow her sneakers had stayed on her feet despite everything, not that they helped much as she did not even have socks on underneath. Besides her pinching footwear, the only thing she had left was her ruined bra, broken straps dangling, which she held over her chest while her other, empty, hand protected her crotch.

Madison reached a folding table with a rickety wooden chair set up behind it which she lowered herself into, wincing at the cold seat against her bare rear. Her plump flesh soon found a loose screw which poked her in one buttock and it was all she could do not to jump up out of the chair again.

In a moment, the crowd seemed to have formed themselves into a queue leading up to her table, all holding autograph books and photos of her. Madison realised there was nothing to stop them seeing under the table, so she crossed her legs, trying to hide herself that way. She opened up the bra she had screwed up in her hand to see if she could figure out a way to use it to cover her breasts again, but as she did the cheap stitching gave way and it broke into several pieces. Groaning in frustration, Madison dropped it to the ground.

"I've seen all of you." Madison looked up to see an eager young man standing in front of her.

"Excuse me?"

"All of your films. I've seen all of your films." he smiled, and held out an autograph book.

"Oh, right." Madison found an assortment of pens on the table, she grabbed one and quickly wrote her name on a blank page in the book. Or tried to, as it scratched the paper but nothing came out. She threw it over her shoulder and picked up another, which also produced no ink. The third was similar. Madison grunted and shook it angrily, prompting a large drop of ink to fly up and splatter across her cheek.

"That one works." the fan pointed out helpfully. Madison scowled at him, wrote her name in his book, and then looked to the next fan, who put a photo of a redhaired actress on the table.

"This is Lindsay Lohan." Madison pointed out.

"Yeah?" the woman with the photo said.

"That's not me."

"I think it is."

"Wh... I am not Lindsay Lohan! I'm Madison Montgomery!"

"Are you sure? Well, do you think you could sign it as Lindsay? I'm her biggest fan."

"Are you?" Madison wrote a quick X on the photo to make the woman leave so she could get to the next one.

She began writing her name on whatever pages or photos were put on the table in front of her, trying to ignore her humiliating situation. But the crowd whispering among themselves managed to carry to her.

"Why is she naked?"

"Typical Hollywood slut, no shame."

"Did you see the size of her ass?"

"Much better than her tits, what are they, a B cup?"

"AA if that."

"They happen to be a BB on a good day." Madison muttered.

"What?" asked the fan who had approached her table next.

"Nothing. Give me the book."

"Do you think you could make it out to Trzebieslaw Kazimierz Melchizidor?"