Search the trailer for something useful
From Create Your Own Story
| Status | ||
| Condition | Sweaty, Pissed Off and Lost, Getting Thirsty | Apparel and Items: Booty-Length Jean Shorts, strap top shirt, sweat-soaked panties, high-heel sandals |
| Day, Time | Thursday evening | |
| Need to Bathroom | Getting worse | |
| Level of Humiliation | Some - But Alone | |
Katie looked over at the run-down trailer and rusted vehicles surrounding it. She had already gotten her fill of the water already, and she could always get back to looking for the gas station later. She approached the trailer in her skimpy clothing, half wanting for there to be no one there to catch here while the other half of her wanted help to find the gas station. Taking the clothing off had definitely helped with the temperature issue, she was no longer feeling so hot because of the air, but the sun was bearing down hard on her freshly exposed skin. Everything from her feet in the sandals, up her legs, to the half-exposed cheeks of her butt, her open midriff, her arms, neck, face, and barely covered chest was both sweaty and being touched by the sun's rays. Just thinking about it was making her hot. Approaching the trailer's front door, Katie noticed that the cars rusting away were actually older vehicles from the 60's or so. The only other important detail she could see was that the trailer's front door had a confederate flag emblazoned on its front.
"Hmm, not sure if that is a good sign." Katie thought aloud as she stepped up to the door.
Katie knocked tentatively on the door. There was no response. Katie let out a sigh of relief and tried the door handle. She was pleased to find it unlocked. Proceeding inside, she found that the interior was largely at shitty as the exterior. The walls were paper-thin and small hills of sand covered the floor in many places. There were signs that someone may have been living there recently, namely the guns, bullets, greasy frying pan, and the hole in the corner that she assumed was the toilet by the smell.
"Oh god." Katie clamped her hand over her nose.
The smell was horrible... but she had been needing to go. Katie walked over to the toilet and avoided looking down the hole. Instead she looked up at the sign just above the pit.
Katie bit her lip and considered her options.
Katie uses the pit toilet with the warning (and gets caught)
