The private yoga studio was small and cozy, barely holding fifteen people, and they loved it. But everything comes at a price, so there were only two shower stalls and the girls always had to wait in line after class. No big deal, no one was in a hurry.

Except for their teacher, Sarika. She glanced impatiently at her watch, then grabbed her bag.

“Sorry girls, I have to run home. My kids are waiting! Whoever’s last, just turn off the light and shut the door behind you, okay? See you on Wednesday!”

“Okaaay!”

“Of course!”

“Bye, Sarika!”

It was a custom in their group. They had practiced together for years, and everything was built on trust.

Nancy stood at the end of the line and chatted with her friends.

“I’m so excited about the interview tomorrow! Thank you, Mary, thank you again! It’s my dream job, if they just accept me...”

“Don’t worry!” Mary hugged her. “I told them how good you are, there should be no problem!”

“Thank you ... But I’m still worried...”

The girls laughed.

“Breathe, Nancy. Breathe...”

When Nancy finally got to the shower, there were only two girls left. Showering last had its benefits, she could relax and take her time under the hot water jet without feeling guilty about slowing down the line. She splashed, daydreamed, and felt a pleasant weariness leave her body.

The girls outside muttered and slammed their lockers shut.

“All right, we’re outta here! Nancy, will you close up the studio?”

“Okaaay!” she replied absentmindedly.

“See you on Wednesday!”

And she was left alone.

She splashed for a while, then turned off the water and stepped outside, reaching for her large towel. Her hand reached for empty air.

“Um?”

She looked at the towel hooks. Her towel was gone.

“What?...”

She looked around, then glanced at her locker. It was empty, too!

Her heart dropped, then raced. It simply could not be!

She remembered the girls that stayed last. She trusted them completely, there was no way they could play this cruel joke on her. None of them could, in fact, such things were unheard of in their close circle.

Nancy shivered, feeling weak and helpless. Who could have taken her things? Someone must have come from the street...

“Hey!” She yelled - more like squealed, really. “Hey! Anyone there? Give me back my clothes! Heeey! This ain’t funny!”

Silence.

Nancy strained her ears, hoping to hear the rustling of a stranger’s footsteps somewhere in the studio or at the door...

Nothing.

She hugged herself, wet, naked, trembling with tension and fear, then frantically rummaged through the lockers. Maybe her clothes were just in a different one...

Nothing. Every locker was completely empty. Not even a spare pair of tights anywhere. This was strange, the girls often left their things behind so as not to have to carry them back and forth ... But nothing.

“Fuuuck!!!”

She hit the wall and burst into tears, both from despair and pain in her fist.

Then she sat down right on the wooden floor.

“Calm down. Calm down...” she muttered to herself. “Breathe, Nancy. Breathe...”

Dhyana helped, as usual. In a few minutes, she calmed down enough to think more or less clearly again. What are her options?

She is alone in the studio, without her things. Her anxiety paid off, Nancy grinned. Being afraid of robbery, she never took anything of value to the classes, even her cell phone was a cheap backup. So there’s nothing to mourn. Her only concern was to get back home, that is.

She breathed a little more, then stood up and methodically searched the studio for anything that could pass for clothing. Nothing, not a robe, not a sheet ... That was really strange. The studio had never been so clean. Someone really really had taken the effort to set her up, even to clean the studio ... Who could that be?

She shook her head. Stay focused, Nancy. The unknown burglar wasn’t important right now.

All that was left to her was a small towel that she had used to wrap her hair up in the shower, and the hair band that was on her wrist. Well ... she exhaled and managed to tie the towel around her waist. It barely covered her pussy and left her left hip completely exposed, but it was something. She tried to cover her chest with her hair, then sighed and tied it into her usual ponytail. If she had known in advance that she was going to get into this kind of trouble, she could have grown her hair longer in a few months...

She giggled hysterically. Stay focused, Nancy. What to do here and now?

Maybe she could just spend the night here, a thought crossed her mind, and tomorrow Sarika or someone else would come to help her ... She looked at the schedule pinned to the wall. Shiiit! There were no classes until Wednesday. No one will come. And on top of that, she has this important job interview tomorrow.

So, how to get home?

Public transport was out of the question. Even if the driver would let her ride for free ... She imagined herself naked on a cramped bus, coughed, and crossed it out.

She could hitchhike ... Um ... Nancy imagined herself getting naked in a car with an unknown man, and what favor he could ask of her in return ... N-nooo ... In her shock, she completely forgot that she could stop a car with a female driver. No. The car was not an option either.

So she had to walk home. She knew the way, sometimes she walked from home to the studio, it was only about four hours ... She never did it barefoot, but okay, she could do it ... Her roommate Clara would worry about her being late, but that was her least problem. She just had to stay focused, walk confidently, and not draw any extra attention ... She just hoped that no one she knew would see her naked ... Oh my God, imagine her fellow students walking by ... Or colleagues from work...

Nancy paced nervously through the studio, then pushed the door ajar and peeked outside. The studio doors opened directly onto the patio, and it was empty. Well ... She turned off the light, took a deep breath, and stepped out, slamming the door behind her. The lock clicked. In a sudden burst of panic, she tried to turn back, but of course, the door did not open. No turning back now.

She stood on the patio, shivering, hunched over, and looking down. It was a beautiful warm summer evening, which was a plus. On the other hand, there was still a good hour before sunset. Calm down, Nancy. Breathe.

She almost forced herself to relax, to straighten her posture, to open her shoulders. It was an old building, with grass growing out of the cracked paving of the patio. There were a few old benches around, sometimes she hung out there with the girls after yoga. And there were dozens of windows overlooking the place ... Nancy closed her eyes, imagining dozens of eyes watching her right now. Her skin almost burned from those stares. Calm down. Just stay confident and act natural, no one will notice you.

She could just knock on a random door and ask for some clothes, she realized, and was immediately overcome by fear. It wasn’t really a bad neighborhood, but the building was old, probably inhabited by old weirdos who had been living here for decades ... Who knows what kind of perverts might live behind these walls? The open streets were almost like a sanctuary to her now, compared to the alternative.

Nancy walked a few slow circles around the patio, getting used to the warm breeze on her whole skin, and the cool, rough pavement beneath her bare feet ... and finally stepped into the archway leading to the street.

She didn’t look up. She didn’t look sideways. She kept her head down, looking at the surface in front of her, and walked confidently, trying not to breathe faster than usual. Calm down, Nancy. Act natural, like you always walk like this in public. It was an almost painful effort to slow her jumpy gait, to straighten up again and look to the sides.

People were walking by. Not many of them. She heard voices, laughter, footsteps, cars ... They looked at her, of course, raised their eyebrows, grinned ... But none of them stopped to pay any particular attention to her. Nancy exhaled, smiled, and relaxed a bit.

By the end of the street, she was almost sure she could make it.

After twenty minutes of walking, Nancy really began to feel natural. She attributed it to her relaxed posture and breathing, her self-confidence ... and ... the mischievous excitement that was slowly growing inside her. Really, if she’s already in this mess, why not treat it as an adventure?

There were quite a few people around, and the sun hadn’t even set yet. She noticed looks, giggles, smiles, thumbs up ... Some boys whistled at her, and she couldn’t help but grin. People were taking pictures and videos of her, she could not do anything about it, and she really did not want to. If she’s going to go viral on TikTok and Instagram, so be it! Let millions of strangers admire her sexy body! She made an impromptu pirouette in the middle of the sidewalk and winked at the guy filming her.

However, she decided to make a detour to avoid a crowded intersection and turned into a narrow passage between the backs of two buildings.

It was a mistake.

There was a group of teenagers casually leaning against the walls, smoking, chatting, and drinking beer. A boombox on the floor filled the passage with a loud rap. Four boys, two girls, not really a gang, just a bunch of teenagers. Nancy suppressed the urge to scream and run, feeling how thin her crust of self-confidence was. She was not sure if she could stop screaming and running if she started.

So she took a couple of slow breaths, lifted her head, and walked ahead confidently. Just act casual, Nancy, all you have to do is pass them and get to the other side of the street.

Their chatter faded as she approached, leaving only the music booming out. The teenagers watched her curiously, then burst into laughter.

“Look who’s here!”

“Hey babe, where you going with your naked ass?”

“Cool!”

“You’re crazy, sis!”

“Stay a while! Wanna get a beer?”

Nancy stopped and smiled at them, doing her best to look calm and not show her inner tremble.

“Why, the beer’s a great idea!”

She took the bottle they offered and downed half of it in three swallows. The teens whistled and cheered. Nancy handed the bottle back, feeling her tension and trembling fade away.

“Where are your clothes, baby?”