Tiffany's New Task

Despite being completely naked, or the fact I now had cum plastered on my face, breasts and drying in my hair, I made a toothy grin as I walked over to stand by Tiffany. She tried to look stern and me, and almost managed before giving in to a small smile, giggling in my direction.

I smile back, and we stand quickly among the gaping and staring crowd, but a few moments later she seems to remember why she's there. I hear Tiffany clear her throat, as she tried to make herself look serious. "Well, we thought that making you work naked, which don't forget is all you arrived wearing, would keep you out of too much trouble." Tiffany paused then, looking at the patient, the doctor and then back at me, "Looks like you managed just fine anyhow. Common ... I have just the thing for a young attractive thing like you to end the day doing, and you won't even need to do anything."

At that point, Tiffany grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. I find myself leaning forward, surprised and yet excited. I'm **** to walk quickly to keep up, and I can easily hear my shoes loudly clicking on the floor with each step. As I moved, I saw the members of the crowd were staring with confused expressions, even as their gaze signified they saw my nakedness and were attracted to it.

Tiffany deftly pulled me through the group, all of whom were staring at rather specific parts of my anatomy; Breasts, ass and shaved mound were high on the list, though the cum on my face and in my hair still ranked. She managed to walk past the group, and only as I walked passed did I notice how many were there. I giggled softly as we moved, quietly enjoying the attention, as we made our way away.

As we walked, we caught the attention of yet more individuals, both patients and staff alike; many of whom managed to keep walking, though they did stare as we passed. I felt the cum drying in my hair, and thus quietly reminded me of what I recently part in.

Without stopping, she leads me back to the main lobby. I see guests and staff coming and going, and I hear myself gasp, my mind racing if she is putting me to work or if she has something else in mind ...