Jenn gets a pyrrhic victory

Jenn streaked through the gym as the audience hollered and Rhonda's eyes bugged out. Jenn couldn't let the hoots and the hollers and the camera flashes bother her - she had her clothes to get to! So, she sprinted, naked to the world, with her tits and pussy flapping to the wind while she could taste her blood in her throat.

She ran down a hallway marked "exit", stopped just before the door to the outside, and caught her breath to look around. Her heart sank when she saw that the lost and found was nowhere to be seen. So, she ran back out to the gym floor, which had calmed down a little. It erupted into roaring applause yet again upon her appearance, and she had to streak some more lest Matt take all of her clothes.

"God," she thought to herself, "I'm going to be all over the internet, aren't I?"

Eventually she saw a sign that said "Lost and Found", and slowed herself to a jog, her buttcheeks still jiggling and clapping to everyone else's delight. Jenn still had her wet hair clinging to her face, but she was more concerned about her sweat and bloodflow as she staggered into the lost and found and saw her shirt, panties, and towel sitting in the bin.

Her eyes widened at the beautiful sight. Jenn quickly ran up to the bin and grabbed her stuff when she heard a voice call out.

"Excuse me!" Rhonda called out to Jenn, who looked at her wide-eyed, bent over like a raccoon caught in garbage holding her clothes in her hands.

"Have you been streaking in my gym?" Rhonda asked with indignation, mostly rhetorically.