Takes the ride

"I... I do. I do. I'd do anything to save my hair." said Lauren, unable to imagine herself with short hair or bald. "Please save my hair." she sobbed.

"Of course, honey. Come on!" said Cecily, making a mental note on that 'anything'.

"Can... can you at least wrap my towel around me?"

"Sure, let's hide those tiny bumps." said Brenda and hastily wrapped the towel around her from behind, in a way that the gap was on the front, showing off her tummy and bald snatch. But before Lauren could have objected, she pushed her out the door and closed it behind herself.

"Hurry!" said Cecily, grabbing Lauren by the elbow, marching her through the hallway.

Lauren had never been more anxious in her entire life. She was running through the dormitory in only a flimsy towel she could feel left little to the imagination. She really, really hoped nobody would be up. But when they reached the ground floor, the hallway was no longer empty. Of course some stupid freshmen had picked morning classes...

Brenda was pushing away the few in their way with lines like "Make way! Lauren needs our help! It's an emergency!" Making sure each and every one of them knew exactly who the towel-clad woman was, in case they hadn't recognised her.

The pain Lauren felt in her scalp as Cecily was pulling on her arm was nothing compared to the abject humiliation she felt baring her bald sex to some freshmen losers. How would they take her seriously after that? How could they?

"We make a rush for the car to spend as little time out in the open as possible." said Cecily as they reached the exit, and the moment their mad dash started, she made sure Lauren lost the towel along the way.

"My..."

"Leave it! It's not worth stopping!" said Brenda, urging the naked woman on and checking Miss Perfect's boney behind along the way.

Lauren was a bit surprised to see which car Brenda was moving towards. It was an old, green Chevy El Camino. In short, it was a pickup truck. Not the most ideal for transporting others. While Brenda went for the driver's side, Cecily led Lauren to the other side.

"We can't all fit in." said a panicked Lauren.

"Hell we can! You'll sit between us!" shouted Brenda as she got in. "It's an official 3 seater!"

"On the front seat?" whined Lauren. That would put her within sight of anyone looking from the front. She could not be able to hide herself. And her towel had been left behind.

"Well, unless you want to ride in the back." said Cecily, but upon hearing Lauren's groan, she pushed the naked woman in.

Lauren slid along the bench as Cecily got in next to her. As Cecily secured her seatbelt, Lauren could hear her smirk as her hand brushed against her bald snatch. 3 seater or not, it felt extremely uncomfortable sitting sandwitched between two other women. Their legs touched, and her upstuck arms offered no protection to her exposed torso. She could feel the movement of their arms and elbows brushing against her sides. She felt extremely defenseless. Or maybe it was only because she hadn't a stitch of clothing on.

"How are we in time?" asked Brenda as she started the engine.

Cecily checked her watch, "We have about 8 minutes left. Minus the track to the lab, we need to be there in roughly 6 minutes."

"This rustbucket is not going to make it..." worried Lauren.

"Challenge accepted. Start the timer." winked Brenda. "'cause wheels be blazin', Yee-haw!"

As they left the parking lot, Lauren could see pedestrians and drivers looking at her. They heard a number of honks as they were speeding through the town. Lauren was essentially paraded through town naked, only a lot faster.

"Is... is there anything you can cover me with?" asked Lauren.

"Why?" asked Cecily.

"B - Because people can see my breasts."

"What breasts?" she laughed.

"Boobies." corrected her Brenda with a smirk. "They can see your tiny boobies."

"And your bald pussy." added Cecly giggling. "Tell me, honey, did you shave or have you just not grown any big girl hair down there yet?"

The two women were having a blast on poor Lauren's expense. She wanted to retort, but just groaned. They were not as refined as she was. Common women. Plus she hadn't been very nice to them in the past, so maybe she felt that their teasing was a bit justifiable. And nudity was not the best state for starting arguments. Regardless, what mattered was that they were helping her in her hour of need. She couldn't really think of anyone else she would have been more okay with seeing her like that. Definitely not her usual click.

Finally, after a honk-filled joyride across town that felt to Lauren like an eternity, they pulled up in front of the facility.

"4 minutes left. Rustbucket, eh?" smirked Brenda, satisfied with her driving, or more like speeding, skills.

"Now we just have to get inside and we'll be good to go." said Cecily, fishing out her lab ID from her purse. "I'll save your hair, honey." And then we can talk about that 'anything' and have a little fun, she thought.