Keep going

MJ clasped her hands over her exposed body and pushed her way past the crowds of pedestrians. Her full breasts bounced, barely restrained by her light bra, and she wished she had worn more substantial underwear. She heard cameras clicking around her, and a few comments about selling photos to the Daily Bugle, who would no doubt love to make a story of an attractive redhead walking the streets in her underwear. MJ kept her head down, hoping at least that she would not be recognisable in the photos, although whether it would help or hinder her fledgling modelling career was debatable.

"Excuse me," she muttered as she squeezed her way between people, "coming through... Ow!" she jumped as someone pinched her firm buttocks, but she could not tell who.

As far as she could tell, she was about ten blocks from the theatre. Ten more blocks of walking the streets like this and she should find some clothes. She wished she wasn't out on the street wearing her underwear.

MJ regretted making that wish, as there was a sudden loosening around her right breast, and when she looked down she saw the shoulder strap of her bra had snapped and was hanging down. She moved her hand away from her chest to pick up the strap, and the cup slid downwards, letting her rose-pink nipple free.

"Oh, no!" MJ gasped, hurrying to hide the hard nipple back inside her bra. She held the cup in place and kept going.

A moment later, there was a familiar feeling from her left breast, and suddenly she found herself wearing a strapless bra, but without the support to hold it up. MJ had to move both hands to her chest to keep the flimsy garment from sliding down, and that left her embarrassing panties completely exposed.

"No no no no no..." she groaned, speeding up her pace. She was about eight blocks away now, she could see the bank which she passed on the bus.

A sudden explosion rocked the street, and the crowds on the pavement froze in place. The large doors of the bank swung open and shattered, and a figure stepped out.

A woman with auburn hair, dressed like a Playboy bunny, but wearing a coat with a dangling watchchain and swinging an umbrella around. Her face was painted with whiskers and a pink nose. Behind her marched two more women, wearing overalls designed after playing cards, they were carrying bags of cash.

"No one can stop the White Rabbit!" the bunny girl laughed.

"Great, that's all I need." MJ sighed.