Go with Alicia.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2162013 on 06-10-16 - 8:48am

Erica didn't say anything. She couldn't bring herself to. Instead, she let her actions show what she was thinking, picking herself up and beginning a walk of shame back to Alicia's car. Anger and disappointment were clearly visible on her face. Loose bits of gravel from the rough pavement crunched under her bare feet, and she did her best to keep her head down. It was better to minimize the amount of her body that was visible to Alicia's camera lens. The toll of the events of the scant few hours of the day that had passed already had left her skin with an uncomfortable slickness from sweat and other bodily fluids. Considering their neighborhood, Erica considered it no small miracle that all of the commotion had not attracted any attention. but at least they were in a quiet residential area. That would quickly change as they traveled to the major roads closer to the airport.

“I knew you'd make the smart decision,” Alicia gloated. The gleeful undertone to her speech was obvious.

Having reached the passenger side car door, Erica chose not to respond, electing to stand there and do her best to cover the essentials. There was definitely an accumulation of wetness beneath the hand that was covered her crotch that had started when she realized she was going to have to be naked for an extended period now. She knew that it was an autonomic response. That people couldn't help that sort of thing. She most certainly wasn't trying to get wet on purpose. And she wasn't insane. Yet, that autonomic response was the basis on which her habitual tormentors justified their continued ****. It would be best to try to hide her arousal from Alicia for as long as she could.

Alicia finally put down her camera as she entered the driver's seat of her car, but not before taking the opportunity to film a few last humiliating moments of her victim standing completely naked, waiting to be let in.

It was beginning to sink in that the same event was going to happen all over again. This time, the crazy option to streak back to her own house for refuge was not available to her. Erica jiggled the door handle, but it was still locked. A car drove by and honked their appreciation of Erica's unexpected nudity as it passed. In a panic, Erica broke her silence to beg for access to the car. "Alicia! Let me in! He can see me!"

Alicia finally unlocked the car door. Erica grabbed the handle with both hands, briefly flashing her breasts in Alicia's direction as she opened the door and dove into the passenger seat. This brought a cheer from her audience, but Erica didn't care if it meant no longer being out in the front yard totally in the nude. Her bare chest heaved as she tried her best to calm down, telling herself that, at least for the moment, she was safe from the prying eyes of strangers. Obviously, she was still completely visible to Alicia, but that was par for the course and she was somewhat used to it. Numbed to it, more likely.

Erica's captor started the car and for the second time that day, the pair of them were headed towards the extremely populated public area that was an international airport. A major difference, however, was that Alicia's driving was faster and more aggressive than before. She waited longer to stop at stop signs, braking more suddenly, and she was pushing past the speed limit on the roads they were traveling on, too. No doubt, she was attempting to ensure that her passenger would not act on the idea to abandon ship a second time, but Erica could honestly claim that she wasn't even considering getting out of the car. Whether or not Alicia would believe her if she said so aloud was a different story. In the best interest of her safety, Erica decided to don a seat belt, despite the uncomfortable chafing that came with it on her chest and lap.

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