Streak!

"Streak!"

As Kent made the call, the van doors flung open, and Lisa bolted out into the open. The adrenaline rush from her bare skin coming into contact with the summer sun gave her a shot of energy that rivaled even her favorite coffee shop espresso. The sensation of her feet smacking on the pavement took her mind off of exactly what she was doing for a moment. Pedestrians saw and cheered, whistling as the chubby streaker raced by them.

Lisa managed to find a spot to collect herself. Her time had already begun, and she needed a game plan. The rules said she couldn't grab any cover, so she decided to hide behind some trashcans while she attempted to figure out where she was. It was definitely familiar, being on the same path she took when driving to her campus. But she never really paid attention to the surrounding buildings beyond them simply being there.

The city had many hidden cameras stowed away by the production crew, able to capture her at any time. As it were to happen, she unintentionally parked herself in front of a hidden camera that was giving the viewing audience an uninterrupted view of her bountiful ass. She remained in that spot before darting through the slow moving traffic to the other side, reaching an alley where she could get a better idea of where she should be going.

"Alright, think," she said to herself. "The booth is somewhere in the city... but where would it be?" The alley opened up next to a large road, which served as a main road for much of the city's traffic, both automotive and pedestrians. Next to her, though was a fire escape. If she could get up onto the roof, it would give her better idea of her surroundings and, hopefully, give her an idea as to where the goal was. Only issue was the windows going along the way up. If she wasn't careful, someone would spot her through the window. Either path would be risky, but which path was better at that moment?