Go to the nudist beach.

In the massive sea of cars outside the amusement park swam a lone shark. A naked Shark. Mackenzie stealthily made her way across the parking lot. Having been rendered completely naked at the amusement park, losing everything including her car keys her only choice was to seek sanctuary at the nearby nudist beach. Getting there without further humiliation, however, would take some work. She ran from car to car each time ducking down and pressing her naked tits against cold metal waiting for the sound of a scream or wolf whistle in her direction. When she heard nothing but silence the redhead would pop her head up and scan the next road before running over to the next lineup of car and start the cycle again. After repeating this process what felt like a hundred times she made it near the edge of the parking lot. Now only the road separated her from the beach.

"Just a little further," She muttered. She made it to the final line of cars at the edge of the parking lot. Next was the beach, not that anyone could see it. Peeking out Mackenzie saw the massive wall protecting the nude beach from onlookers. How else could a nude beach operate so close to a family friendly amusement park. It was a tall steel structure that looked truly indomitable. This wasn't your average nudist beach this was a nudist club. It catered only to a select cliental some of which were famous or even fabulously wealthy, so if Mackenzie was going to get in, she needed a way over that wall.

Suddenly Mackenzie heard the roar of engines in the distance steadily approaching. Panicked the naked redhead ducked down behind a car once again waiting for the van to pass. But to her endless dismay the vehicle instead stopped right between her and the wall. A group of men dressed in black exited the van, all carrying cameras. Mackenzie shrank down even smaller at the sight of them. Then a final man in black exited the van, he had a confident air about him and along with his black clothes and camera he had a pair of night vision goggles. Mackenzie held her breath as the man with the night vision goggles swept his gaze across the parking lot. The cold metal of the car door pressed against her bare back, sending a shiver down her spine. Who were these men? Why did they have camera? What was going on? Mackenzie watched as the men in black moved with practiced efficiency. One of them swung open the van’s rear doors, revealing a stack of collapsible ladders strapped to the interior wall. The metal gleamed under the parking lot lights as they unlatched them with sharp, precise clicks. She pressed herself tighter against the car, her bare skin sticking slightly to the cold surface, as she tried to get a better look. The tallest of the men hoisted a ladder onto his shoulder, its hinges creaking softly as it swayed with his steps. Another followed, unfolding a second ladder with a series of quick, mechanical snaps.

Mackenzie’s breath hitched as the men in black moved with eerie precision, their boots crunching against the gravel. They planted their ladders against the towering steel wall with a metallic clang, testing its stability with a sharp tug. Wordlessly they ascended, black-gloved hands gripping the rails, boots scraping against the metal with each step. The man with the night vision goggles paused at the base, sweeping his gaze one last time across the parking lot. Mackenzie managed to just barely hide before coming into his view.

"Something wrong boss," another man in black asked as the rest of his comrades carried ladders to the wall.

"It's nothing." the goggle man said, "We just need to be fast. You never know how long we have. Remember no flash. There should still be enough daylight that we don't need it."

Mackenzie’s pulse roared in her ears as the man with the night vision goggles finally turned and climbed the ladder. The moment his head cleared the top of the wall, she heard the rapid click-click-click of camera shutters firing. The other men had already positioned themselves along the wall’s edge, lenses angled downward, snapping photos of whatever lay beyond.

"The nudist beach." Mackenzie gasped, "They were photographing the nudist beach."

So that was this was about these men were paparazzi. Here to get nude photos of the sunbathing celebrities. Mackenzie watched the men as they moved with predatory efficiency, their cameras clicking like hungry insects. Then all at once at their leaders signal they ducked down behind the wall likely to keep from being spotted by the beachgoers. After a few seconds they all rose back up and continued to take photos. They moved like a well-oiled machine. Mr. Nightvision, clearly the leader, must have been planning this for a while. Mackenzie actually felt bad for the nudists. Like her they were being exposed and humiliated by these men. Except they didn't even know it. Suddenly filled with a sense of kinship for the nudists, Mackenzie knew she needed to act. But how? The idea fermented quickly. Mackenzie stood up, not even caring she was naked, and took a deep breath.

"PERVERTS." She screamed at the top of her lunges.