Not without exposure

Amira erupted out of the janitor closet. She immediately realized that ditching her boots might backfire, as she slid across the floor in her socks. Regaining her balance, Amira sprinted down the hall, so far she was not spotted. Rounding the corner, she reiterated to herself that only one hallway was left until safety.

After making the turn, catastrophe struck. Walking Amira's way was a fellow student. Both immediately made eye contact, and Amira lost what little composure she had left. The next sequence of events seemed to occur in slow motion. She instantly used both hands to cover her huge breasts. However, her flawed running motion, combined with her slippery socks, caused Amira to fall, sliding right in front of the boy. Amira now was on all fours, with her ass extremely exposed, her skimpy underwear struggling to even remain on.

The boy could only watch in silent astonishment. Mere feet from him, this almost-naked, hijab-clad woman desperately crawled away. At this point, the final exposure hit Amira's soul directly. Her knees completely failed her, as if they were amputated the second the boy looked at her. As Amira pathetically squirmed in the direction of the gym, she jerked her head back to look at the boy, hopelessly hoping that he was an illusion. Of course, he was not, and this caused Amira to squeal and moan simultaneously. As she unsuccessfully tried to get to her feet, she would lose her balance, giving the hypnotized student multiple views of her ass.

This slapstick routine continued until Amira got halfway down the hall. As her heart raced faster then ever before, Amira found herself right in front of the cafeteria door. The door that was wide open. The sounds of a regular cafeteria could be heard, laughing, yelling, conversations. A table of freshman were closest to the door, and a few turned to look in her direction.

This jolt of hear finally pushed Amira into survival mode. Somehow, she succeeded in propping herself up, and bee-lined towards the gym. Sprinting as fast as she could, Amira did not bother to look back or even cover up. This was her last chance to escape without being seen by multiple people. She could feel her ass jiggle uncontrollably. As she reached the end of the hall, the dreaded bell run once again.

Nearly stopping her heart, Amira indistinctly picked a direction and scampered towards the door. Once again, she narrowly missed the crowd of students leaving the gym towards her next class. As she fell into the locker room, Amira could not even get up. This time, it was not because of fear of humiliation. Rather, she had completely used all of her energy. As she could barely breathe, Amira simply laid up against the wall near the locker room entrance. As she regained her breathe, Amira realized that any second now the locker room would be filled by her fellow female classmates. Then it hit her...