Pick something up at a copy shop

"...pick up the prints at the copy shop."

Anna smiled for the booth camera as it flashed. It was odd for the photo booth to be hooked up to the copy shop, but the shop itself was next door. Walking there didn't seem so bad after having to streak in a frilly nightie through half the mall.

After the pictures were done, Anna took a deep breath and poked her head out the booth curtain. The hallway wasn't especially crowded.

She ran on her tip toes from the booth to the shop. A few heads turned and followed her skimpy body, but she knew it could be much worse.

At the copy shop, there were a couple businessmen doing a print run, a college girl at a computer, and a pimply faced guy behind the counter. They all turned to stare at her, barefoot and in a thigh-length v-neck nightie. Anna hesitated a minute, but the stares were unrelenting.

She found the courage to approach the counter. The clerk's tag identified him as Fred.

"Hi," she spoke awkwardly, "I'm here to pick up my photos. The photos from the booth. The photo booth over there."

Turning to point at the booth, she noticed that a bunch of guys with skateboards had gathered just outside, staring at her plight through a window. This was all too slow. Fred was still staring too.

"The photos?" she asked again.

"Right. You have to give me your clothes and I'll give you the print."

"Sorry?" Anna couldn't believe her ears. Did they really expect her to strip naked in front of all these guys?

Fred held up a giant print of Anna in the skimpy nightie. It was mounted on hard cardboard, and there was a string just the right length to hang off someone's neck.

"I can't give you the print until you give me your clothes."

Anna was shocked. They wanted her to strip naked, and then they would give her a humiliating joke of a sandwich-board to cover herself with. She risked a glance at the door, and her audience had grown even more. The college girl in the shop was staring at her aghast, and the businessmen were outright leering.

"Do I get a choice?"

"Not really. Same rules every year."

Every year? Anna boggled. Did this game happen every year? Was getting college girls to strip and humiliate themselves in public an annual tradition?

"Come on," the guy reminded her.

Anna swallowed. She had come this far. It was far too late to quit. She needed to finish this, and maybe even win the prize.

She crossed her arms, grabbed the hem, and started hiking it up.

Her pussy and pert ass came into view, followed by her long back and then her boobs. She got the nightie off with one final yank and tossed it to Fred. The guys in the audience cheered her nudity. Anna blushed, both flattered and humiliated.

Fred passed Anna the sandwich-board print of the booth photo. She quickly hung it around her neck. Even though her ass was completely exposed and the guys got to see plenty of side-boob, she immediately felt better. At least her pussy and nipples were covered.

"Get back to the lingerie shop for your next assignment."

Anna nodded and ran out of the shop. A few guys slapped and pinched her bare ass, but she ignored it. She felt like she was doing well in the game.

She ran bare-ass through the mall, her front covered by an embarrassing pin-up photo of herself. People swarmed around her, staring. She had learned her lesson. Taking the easy way was a mistake. She would be a good girl, show off her body, and do things the way the game wanted.