The clerks final suggestion was less than impressive to Karina.
"Doughnuts?" she demanded.
"It's all we have!"
"But doughnuts have a freakin' hole in the middle! That's the entire point of a doughnut!"
"Well yes, but-"
"And the important thing about clothing, and I really must stress this, is that they don't have a hole in the middle!"
"Look, just trust me on this. Come around to the back so you'll have a little privacy and I swear to you that I'll get this to work."
There seemed little point in complaining. Her only alternative was to run home naked and that, as far as Karina was concerned, was the last action of a desperate woman. Better anything than that.
He led her through a door, which opened into a small storage area. Boxes of ingredients rested on a series of metal shelves, and a sink and mirror sat in the corner, but other than that the room was fairly sparse. Another door, this one presumably to the delivery area at the back, stood inbetween the shelves. Karina sat on a bucket, her knees locked together and her arms crossed over her breasts, while the clerk began to untie the strings covering the boxes. Before long he had a fine collection of the stuff, and after a moment in the store he returned with a box of doughnuts.
Being careful not to crush the delicate materials, he tied two of the doughnuts together with a piece of string a few inches long. Then, with two longer pieces, he connected the top of each doughnut to the bottom of itself creating, Karina realised, a very basic shoulder strap. He held out the garment for inspection.
"Here, try this on." he said.
Reluctantly baring herself once more, Karina reached out and grabbed the improvised bikini top. She slipped each of her arms through it. The doughnuts settled loosely over her breasts.
"It's a bit loose." Karina complained.
"I'll tighen up in a minute. But let me just show you..."
The clerk grabbed the mirror above the sink and brought it over to Karina. She stared back at her own reflection. The improvised clothing looked very sexual to her - that she was naked underneath it was obvious. But in the dark holes of the doughnut, where her areolas lay, she had to admit that she couldn't see anything. The shape of the doughnut blocked any light from penetrating its centre.
"That's... actually not that bad." Karina ventured.
"I told you to trust me. Here, let me tie together the shoulder straps at the back and then I'll get your bo-"
"Chris?!" a voice - a man's voice - called from inside the store. "Chris man, where are you?"
"Oh ****!" swore the clerk "That's Dave, the owner! You have to get out of here!"
"But I-"
"You'll have to finish off yourself."
So saying, he snatched up some string and a sole doughnut and practically shoved her out of the rear entrance. It all happened so fast that Karina couldn't even put up a struggle. Before she knew it she was barefoot and bare assed in the middle of some parking lot with nothing to cover her modesty but three doughnuts and some string. The door slamming shut behind her had the sound of finality about it.
"Oh... hell." she muttered.
***
Behind one of the dumpsters, Karina crouched as she put the finishing touches on her bikini bottoms. That is to say, she put a string through the hole of a doughnut and tied it as tightly around her waist as she possibly could. The stood up slowly. The string pulled down on her ample hips and the doughnut settled over her most intimate of areas. She pulled her bra straps - if that's what you could call them - higher on her shoulders and steeled herself for what was to come.
"Here goes..." she told herself.
With nothing to cover her behind, Karina was forced to use her hands as she began to jog around the back of the hair salon towards the street beyond. Her chest bounced wildly with the motion, knocking the doughnuts out of position, and her bottoms felt precarious at best.
"I'll have to walk then."
After once again sorting out her outfit, Karina walked head down, shame faced and with her hands clasped behind her onto one of the busiest high streets in her rural little neighbourhood. The sidewalk felt hot and rough beneath her bare feet, but she barely noticed. People began laughing and gasping with shock as she passed them as quickly as her outfit would allow. She passed maybe a dozen - no, two dozen - people before she finally reached the quieter streets of the houses.
"Did I really walk naked down here?" she thought to herself.
Thankfully the roads seemed quiet. The absence of lawnmowers and children's laughter hinted that it was perhaps too early for most of the world to be awake, and perhaps Karina stood a chance at returning home without incident.
She was perhaps five blocks from her home when her stomache said "Grrrlgh."
Karina used one of her hands to wipe the sweat from her brow. To her surprise the hand was shaking badly. Indeed, her legs were beginning to feel unsteady.
"Of course." she told herself. "It's a hot day and I haven't had breakfast yet."
Her stomache growled once more, but she did her best to ignore it. Only four more blocks to go! She pushed herself onwards, sweat beginning to drench her as weakness threatened to overcome her limbs.
Finally she said "Enough. I can't do this. I need to eat."
But there was only one source of available food...
This item is in your Recycling Bin
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
