Jane ran like the wind, her slick feet feeling every bump of the sidewalk, her glistening breasts flopping all over the place. The adrenaline started to die down a bit; her cheeks burned with shame yet again at the thought of what had just transpired, her pissed soaked hands and thighs a cruel reminder of her situation.
She tried her best to ignore the looks of shock people had, as they saw this naked woman run like she had been told that her partner's parents weren't home. She kept pleading in her mind for no one to obstruct her path; she had to get to school on time, she couldn't get expelled or getting close to Bill would be even harder. But perhaps even more pressing, she didn't want any guys having enough time to get any wise ideas.
Luckily, she managed to get to her school street without much incident. Other than a few catcalls and whistles, it was smooth sailing. She looked at her school from a distance, hiding behind a dumpster, panting. She still had 20 minutes before the bell rang, marking the start of the lessons for the day, so the school was mostly empty.
"This is it Jane, you've gotten this far and you have to do this" she tried to motivate herself.
Surveying the entrance, she saw a few students talking to each other in a group, walking inside. Other than that, the coast seemed clear.
Taking a deep breath, she started running straight to the entrance.
She had done it. She was at the door and now she was in a somewhat safe place, where the school staff at least knew of her "dare".
Then, just as she was starting to take more confident strides, she slipped on the floor and fell.
"Oh no" she realised in horror "The principal orders the floor waxed every day" she now cursed the man's obsession with perfection, even in detriment of an actual good school environment. Even your regular student would sometimes slip in the early hours of the day, and Jane's skin being coated in a perfect layer of baby oil didn't help matters.
She tried leaning of the walls and get up, but she found it was too hard to keep her feet still. She decided to sit back down with a sigh of resignation, and settled for dragging her butt on the floor, pushing the wall for propulsion. It was absolutely degrading, her having to move like this. However, all she wanted was to get to the school's locker room and wash herself.
It took her a while to reach her destination, and by the time she got there, the school was starting to get more busy. Students started walking by her, chuckling to each other and pointing.
"What a freak", she heard someone say. She tried her best not to let that phase her. She got to the locker room, showered her body, focused on drying her feet as best she could with a hand drier and ran to class before the oil covered her skin again. Remarkably, she got to class with 5 minutes to spare, just as her skin got shiny again. She plopped down on her plastic seat, bracing herself for the rest of the class to arrive.
"Time for the weirdest English lesson ever" she muttered under her breath.