Isabel realized that the crowd was just enjoying her embarrassment, and trying to heighten it to boot. Unable to bear the thought of videos of her in nothing but her underwear showing up on the Internet, she put her head down and ran, face burning.
She was relieved to see the crowd part before her, and she sprinted through it amidst gales of laughter. Suddenly she jumped as she felt a hand insolently smack her panties-covered bottom. Letting out an audible squeak, she whipped her head around to see the red-haired girl had taken the opportunity to spank her as she ran by, and was now grinning and waving at her while still holding up her phone.
Gritting her teeth, Isabel picked up the pace. She broke through the crowd and kept running as fast as her heels would allow her - which wasn't easy to do while still trying to use her arms to cover herself as best she could. She wasn't even sure where she was going. Where could she go where people wouldn't just laugh at her, the embarrassed half-naked girl?
Rounding a corner, the sounds of laughter faded behind her, much to her relief. Right on time, she spotted a sign indicating the public restrooms. Perfect! Diverting her course, she made a beeline for them, and burst through the door into the women's bathroom. Stumbling to a halt, she doubled over to catch her breath. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat from her impromptu dash, and her breasts heaved as she gasped for air, barely constrained by her fragile white bra.
Looking around quickly, she saw that she was alone in the room. A stroke of good luck for once! Someone might come in at any moment, though, and there was no telling whether or not they would be sympathetic to her situation. Thinking quickly, she pushed open one of the bathroom stall doors and ducked inside, closing and locking it behind her.
Phew! Now she had a relatively safe place to try to think of a way to save what remained of her modesty. The idea of going back out there, half-naked in front of the jeering crowds, made her shudder. But what could she do?
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