This choice: Jessie is gone, and so are her clothes. • Go Back...Chapter #6Jessie is gone, and so are her clothes. by: Apollo   Crossing the now empty bar, Lauren starts wondering about her enemy. Jessie wasn't among her followers, so she should have been in the bar among the tables cluttered with cans, bottles, and the wide array of glassware bars use. Although, perhaps Jessie was just mad about losing her admires to Lauren, despite all the things she said, and took off in a huff. Whatever the reason, it just made it that much easier for Lauren to end this night with a throng of guys stored in her cell phone's contact list.
However, when Lauren returned to the table she put her clothes on, the only things adorning it were the cups she emptied. The only sign her clothes were ever on this table were two imprints on the table in the shape of her shoes. She wouldn't do that, Lauren thinks while her eyes scour along the floor in the hope her garments fell off the edge. Once she was certain they weren't in the bar anymore, Lauren sank to her knees.
"Jessie stole my clothes," she mumbled, as if trying to convince herself.
The effects of the alcohol were beginning to wear off, or perhaps the confidence was only there because Lauren told herself she'd be redressing soon. Whatever the answer, Lauren's arms moved to hide her boobs and slit as best they could, even though she was still alone in the bar. Her eyes flew wide in horror, now realizing that even her purse was gone, meaning her keys were as well. Only now does Lauren realize how stupid this whole idea was, only once it left her naked with a college campus and locked doors separating her from all of her clothes.
A loud chatter burst through Lauren's mind, snapping her back to real world, in which she is trapped in a bar, its large crowd has finally returned, and her nude frame is free to be observed once more. Seeing her hands haven't moved brings a wave of relief to splash her ankles. She's neither home nor clothed, but at least she's concealed herself as best she could. Except for the butt, she thinks in horror. That big bubble butt is still on display, and now without the alcohol or clothing to make her feel better about it.
As all eyes converged on Lauren again, she saw two options. One is that she runs out one of the doors and makes her way home and away from prying eyes. If she can get back quickly enough, she can get her door opened and regain her clothes. However, if she's too late, she'll have to spend the night naked and waiting. The other is that she drops uses her admirers again. With all the support she got out there, one of them is bound to help her if she asks. Right? After all, Lauren reminds herself, these are drunk, horny college guys being confronted with a nude woman. Maybe the women would be more helpful?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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