Rachel by now had removed both her Sandals, after struggling to get started, her bare feet touching the cold, dirty smooth concrete floor. After putting them in the Back Pack, she reached under her skirt to peel off her Panties. Putting her thumbs between the elastic of the Panties with her thumbs touching her skin, the Panties came down and off her legs in a hurry, with no ceremony.
She had regained some of her composure, was more lucid of her surroundings and the crazy feelings and thoughts swimming around her body and mind. The conflicting signals were making her shy and hot, both at the same time. She didn’t like this, but she also didn’t hate it either.
The skirt was next, her hands and fingers were slightly shaking. Reaching round her waist for the zip, her fingers unable to grasp the little metal zip handle. Frustrated, “Argh! Come on!” she muttered. She moved the skirt so the zip was to her front. “Bingo!”, her fingers finally found purchase and the zip started to move. She could start to see her trimmed bush appear, as the skirt dropped to the floor. Her bottom half now exposed, but also half hidden by the Lockers.
The halter top was the final item of clothing to remove. She wasn’t wearing a bra today, as the halter top was somewhat supportive due to it’s body hugging fabric. Crossing her hands across her chest, from underneath the fabric she could feel the outline of her hardening nipples on her bare arms, her body receiving the feedback from the nipples being touched, “Oh no!”. She grabbing the bottom of the top, quickly pulling it over her head and letting it drop on to the pile of clothing accruing on the floor.
Rachel squatted down close to the ground, making herself small as she collected the clothes and placing them into the Back Pack. She could feel her sex exposed and the top of her thighs rubbing against her breasts and her nipples. A little unexpected gasp from her, caught her by surprise, as she felt more intense confusing signals along with her blood feeling hot, coursing through her veins. “What the hell?!”, Rachel thought, as out of nowhere fleeting memories of the events that got her into this mess.
Her Cellphone rang, startling her out of the recall of events, “Not now!”. She didn’t recognise the number. The Cellphone went into the Back Pack still ringing and vibrating, along with the head phones, her clothes and Sandals. Standing up she put the Back Pack and the now empty box in the Locker and closed the door. She could still hear the muffled ringtone, outside of the locker, it soon rang out.
Reluctantly she had something more pressing to do that was beyond her control.
She felt very, very vulnerable right now, feeling everything inside her body. Hearing every thought and scream inside her head, telling her to get out of here with her clothes and remaining dignity, letting whatever bad things happen, happen. It wasn’t true, that this whole thing was out of her control, however she had dug herself deeper since the beginning. She had every reason to feel sorry for herself, but now wasn’t the time.
Turning around naked, exposing her front to the outside world. The items she had to bring and wear, were out in the open, where she clumsily placed them. Scooting over to them, dropping down low and dragging them back to the relative visual safety of the Lockers. In her squatted position Rachel attempted to put the first of the Stilettos on, she failed and stumbled backwards. Falling on to her naked ass, that touched the concrete. A gentle shriek erupted from her mouth, as soon as her ass touched the cold, dirty floor.
Sitting on the floor, she brought her knee up to her chest allow her enough reach to slip the first Stiletto on. Then the remaining Stiletto followed. Her legs and ass were trembling from the cold floor, nerves and whatever else was going off inside here weren’t helping.
Sat down, naked, on her ass, Rachel looked over at the Latex mask. The mask was a cheap rendering of a Horse’s head that wouldn’t be out of place in a children’s cartoon. The thing that made it freaky was that it was grinning like it was on Acid, with a with a tongue hanging from it’s mouth. Strange as it looked, she had to wear it. At least she’d couldn’t be recognised by her face, Rachel thought. How recognisable and memorable the rest of her body was, that would be a different matter.
Scrunching her hair in to a temporary top knot, she put the mask on over her head. It was a little to big and slopped around as she shook her head. Then she realised as she looked through the eye sockets, her vision was severely restricted. The holes for the eyes were only just larger than the width of a pencil. Inside the mask, it was getting hotter, due to Rachel’s breathing. She couldn’t wear this, walk in these Stilettos and carry the small Boom box. She took it off, laying it down beside her.
Struggling to pick herself up from the floor in those Stilettos, she lent her back against the tiled wall. Another shriek echoed around the Lockers; those tiles were as cold as the floor. Turning around to use her hands against the wall to get herself of the ground. Success. Rachel was standing up at last, naked but standing upright.
The Stilettos felt comfortable, didn’t slip much at all. She moved her feet around, with her hands against the wall for balance. She could feel the effect the Stilettos were having on her ass. Under different circumstances she’d be happy with them and how they displayed her ass, this wasn’t that moment.
In her current state, she forgot about the mask and the Boom box still on the floor. With one hand on the wall, ass sticking out past the Lockers, she bent over to pick them up. That’s when she heard a noise. Not one that she made, she was sure of that. Then she heard it again, more clearly.
A very loud Wolf Whistle echoed around the Locker area, followed by some beefy cheering. She had been discovered. Naked. Bent over. Ass sticking out. No mask on.
That quickly changed. Rachel, put the mask on as she heard someone in the distance shout, “Check out that naked ass. There! Right over there!”
That was followed up with someone else shouting gleefully, “Nice legs, honey!”
Carrying the Boom box in one hand on the arm attempting to cover her breasts, the other hand covering her sex. She turned around and started to walk/run as fast as she could from the Lockers to get to the Fountain in time.
Time! She’d lost track of time again!
What time was it? Rachel emerged from the Lockers area to the Terminal concourse to a grow crowd and a mixture of sounds. Wolf whistles, cheering, clapping, unexpected gasps from shocked people. She looked up at the large clock hanging from the roof. It was an old style Analogue clock of big hands and little hands. She wished she had big hands to cover herself better at this moment in time.
Through the small peep holes in the mask, Rachel worked out that it displayed 11.05am. The question was how accurate was it? She knew from using public transport in the past that the clocks were never on the dot. They were either several minutes fast or slow. Sometimes, they never worked. As they say, a broken clock shows the correct time twice a day.
The mass of people gathered around her as scooting away from the clock as quickly as possible. The Stiletto’s heels, click clacking as she put one foot in front of the other. Brushing past people, who hadn’t noticed her or the growing mass of people impeding her progress, as more people attempted to take photo’s of a naked lady in public, wearing a stupid horses mask.
Being harassed, cat-called, she made it to the Terminal’s exit. Still her arms covered her breasts and her sex. Remembering the instruction about playing the Boom box and holding it above her head all the way to the fountain. Feeling humiliated and scared, she removed her arms covering her lady bits. Exposing herself to the crowd.
She felt ashamed as people took photos of her breasts, her sex. Everything.
She was aware someone trying to pull her mask off. She fought with one hand to keep the mask on, thus her identity intact. She was also aware of stranger’s hands touching her breasts, grabbing her ass, one stray even touched her sex. She squirmed, for various reasons, her body was giving her the wrong emotions and feelings to what she was thinking.
Fighting her way outside, Rachel forced herself to turn the Boom box on, put it on her head carrying it both hands. At least the mask wouldn’t be easy to remove.
Starting to walk, still being harangued by strangers. The music started to play. Beginning softly, building slowly with Stringed instruments. Continuing to walk, Rachel with her eroding group of admirers, she felt the warmth of the daylight sun on her exposed skin. She didn’t know what to feel.
The song began in earnest as the drum kicked in with the Stringed instruments.
She continued to walk, exposing all her body. The Stilettos, extenuating her hip movement and her butt jiggled with each step. Her quick pace, making her breasts to move and jiggle. Feeling her inner thighs rubbing together as they crossed each other.
Her nipples and her sex feeling…
Given the situation she was in and enduring, her body was betraying her current thoughts.
The lyrics of the song started, “Cause, it’s a Bittersweet Symphony, this life…” Ironic!
No longer paying attention to the music, Rachel looked around with limited vision in the mask. Rachel, needed to cross a street and event got to a crossing point. She’d have to wait, the traffic was still flowing past, horns honking, inaudible comments flung her. She was embarrassed. She was feeling light-headed now, from the experience she’s currently and physically for the heat building up in the mask.
Soon, Rachel was walking across the street. Other people giving her a wide berth for some reason as she went past them. Continuing to walk, with music blaring out. The first song had finished, the next one started and she knew it straight away. Destiny’s Child – Bootylicious. The song threw her, has she had got somewhat used to be used to naked, in public. She’d strangely forgotten about her lack of clothing. Now, the song was making her self-aware of her body and her ass as she walked.
Feeling people’s eyes on her booty as she walked, Rachel grew more embarrassed. As she walked further, Rachel’s breathing was becoming a problem due to the lack of ventilation of the mask. Stopping next to a 7-11, she leaned against the outside wall. Using one of her arms to shift the mask, to allow more air in. This was was tough.
An lady in her 70’s exited the 7-11, noticed the heavily panting Rachel leaning against the wall. “Are you ok, dear?” asked the enquiring stranger.
“Yes, I’m fine thank you, ma’am. Just needing some air.”
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you. My hearing ain’t what it used to be.” Rachel, restated her statement from before. Pondering Rachel’s response and unsure what to make of this. “Looks like you need something else!”. Her head nodding down. Downwards towards between Rachel’s legs. Rachel, cringed when she realised what the old lady meant.
“Oh! Fuck!”, said Rachel rather loudly. Rachel heard a cheeky reply back, “Yes, that! Or some other release, if you know what’s good for you”. The other woman walked off, shaking her head at this very unusual encounter. As she left, “Lady Marmalade” started blaring from the Boom box. “What the hell is this?” queried Rachel. No-one around her to give her the answer. She continued towards the Fountain.
After a walking a few more blocks, getting honked at, people taking photos of her naked body, she’d grown used to the heat, the lack of clothing and the frustrating wildly varying emotions firing off within her body.
She was sure that the Fountain was near. Wanting this day to be over, she marched on, breathing heavily under the mask. From the peep holes of the mask, she was certain she could see City Central Civic square in the distance. She could also make out that it was very, very busy with people. She’d already had a bad experience with a large crowd at the Bus Terminal, this couldn’t be any worse she thought.
Setting off once more, she heard someone behind her shout something at her. She couldn’t understand due to the music. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, pulling her to stop in her tracks.
Turning around, Rachel shouted “Fuck off, leave me alone will you!”
“Lady, you don’t want to talk to us like that!” Rachel squinted through the mask’s eyes. That’s when her world caved in further when she saw that she’d told two Police Officers to go and do one. One male and one female.
A crowd of people who were either going to or coming from the Civic square had stopped and formed around the naked circus. Cellphones and cameras out, recording it all.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know who you were.” Rachel nervously replied.
“Ma’am, that’s one question I’d like to ask you! Who are you? Another question, why are you undressed like this?” This was asked by the female Officer, who was unimpressed by Rachel’s lack of clothing.
“I can’t tell you that.”
“Can you tell me, are you on some kind of medication? Are you having a breakdown of some kind?”
“No”, replied Rachel.
A member of the crowd tried to get in closer. “Leave her alone, she ain’t harmin’ no-one”.
“Where are your clothes?”
“I don’t have any with me”
“Ma’am, is there anything you can tell us. Your lack of answers isn’t helping you.” Rachel didn’t respond. She couldn’t see, but could feel the Boom box being pulled from her grasp. Then felt a male hand grabbing a wrist and feeling the cold steel of Handcuffs being applied to that wrist, then the other one. Hands now bound behind her back. Rachel’s mind was racing, stumbling over itself.
Rachel was marched naked, forcibly towards the Police patrol car. Stilettos dragged on the sidewalk. Rachel, kicking her legs to stand up straight. The crowd was behind her and getting a good view of her struggle to stay upright.
The passenger side back door to the Police was opened, Rachel was thrown on to the backseat. She saw the male Officer smiling at her and giving her a wink, as he closed the door. His female partner, saw this and gave him a stare that made sure she didn’t approve.
The Police car drove off to the local Precinct, with a handcuffed naked Rachel in the back seat, still wearing that stupid mask.
As the Police car drove off from the curb. A dark SUV with blacked out windows pulls away slowly a few moments later. Following at a safe distance.
Inside the SUV, the driver, makes a phone call. “Can you put Sarah on? It’s urgent!”. The driver, waited for the other person to pick up. Finally. “Sarah… yeah… she’s been picked up by a local patrol. The car number is 219. I think they’re taking her to 8th Precinct. You need to work your magic…. uh huh…. should take them about 10 minutes in this traffic. Thanks, keep me updated.”