As if being teleported without a stitch of clothes on wasn't bad enough, the middle of Times Square was an especially bad for Lauren. Not only was it crammed with people; not only were New Yorkers known for being discourteous. Since it was Times Square, many people already had their phones and cameras out.
Though Lauren was trying to cover her sex and breasts, she was pretty sure that some of the people gathering around her had already recorded her. Lauren also realized that several of the people were circling behind her, where her tight butt was fully visible.
Then the crowd started talking about her and Lauren's face turned ruby.
"Is she a performance artist? A protester?"
"Thank god I charged my phone this morning. This will be my breast video."
"Maybe she's just a pretty naked girl. Not that there's anything wrong with that."
"I love Nude York."
"I'm outta here if she's jail bait."
"Speaking of outta here, where the hell did she come from?"
"I don't know, but that ass is out-of-this-world."
"Is she an advanced hologram?"
"Let's find out."
Lauren jumped a little as one of the spectators graduated to groper and patted her booty. A couple of other young men moved forward to lightly but embarrassingly touch her. It wasn't threatening, but her face felt on fire and she looked at her dainty feet.
Lauren felt the classic urges: fight, flight, or fright.
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