Adventure of a Slut (walking naked)

Slut - definition by Merriam-Webster dictionary - a promiscuous person : someone who has many sexual partners --usually used of a woman.
December in New York is a time of parties. When there is snow blizzard and cold wind outside, young people gather in apartments for partying, drinking, smoking pot, and having fun.
This happened to Linda on the evening of December 31st, 20xx. Linda was a petite young woman with brown hair, blue eyes, and C-cup size breasts. She lived in New York on the Columbus av. near Central Park. She liked partying, drinking, and loud music.
Linda went to Central Park with her best friend Sarah to celebrate New Year. They joined a crowd of people, mostly young and drunk, waiting for midnight. It was a cold night, with snow and wind. But that did not deter a crowd of young New Yorkers from celebrating.
Linda and Sarah met with two young men, who introduced themselves as Fred and Dick. Linda and Sarah introduced themselves too. Dick opened a bottle of sparkling wine and poured it into plastic cups. Soon they were standing, drinking Champagne from the plastic cups and cheering the new year. At half-past 12, Fred suggested going to his friend's home, where a company will gather to continue the celebration and partying. The girls agreed to go with them too.
They went to his friend's apartment, took off their coats, and joined a crowd of young people already partying there. They did what young people usually do at such parties. They ate pizza, drank wine, then martini, then smoked pot, drank vodka and tequila. By 1 am at night they all became very drunk and their party went wild. A few drunk girls undressed and danced nude in front of men, other girls started doing blowjobs to the guys.
Fred bent to Linda's ear, nibbled it with his lips, and then whispered "Let's go with me". Then he took Linda by the hand and led her to the bedroom. She went with him, walking slightly unsteady because of the alcohol she consumed. In the bedroom she stood in a doggy pose, holding hands on a sofa for support. Fred pulled down her panties, unzipped his pants, and took out his cock. It was long and hard already. He inserted his penis and started thrusting forward quickly. Linda moaned and giggled drunkenly. Then she turned to him, bent on her knees, and took his penis in her mouth and played with it, helping with her hands massaging it. Fred rolled his eyes and groaned with pleasure. Then she lay on her back on a bed and spread her legs wide. He penetrated her again, with his hard penis, thrust a few times, then he started moving forward wildly so that the bed shook under them. Fred continued until he cum inside her, panting loudly. Linda felt a stream of warm sperm inside her and screamed with the first orgasm. He pulled his penis out and some drops of white liquid poured from her vagina on a bed. Fred stood up, zipped his pants and left the room. Linda closed her eyes and waited on the bed for the next participant.
In a few moments, another drunk man entered the room, unzipped his pants, and penetrated her with his long hard cock too. Linda moaned again and protested slightly, but the man kept thrusting his cock until he ejaculated inside her too. Then another man entered the room. She passed out with alcohol blackout. During that night at least seven men fucked and ejaculated inside her. And a few other men masturbated on top of her and ejaculated sperm on her face or her genitals. Linda just moaned and giggled. She did not remember well how did that happen.
Linda woke up on a tile floor in a bathroom. She was naked. The tile floor was cold. Her face and vagina were covered with sperm. The word "Slut" was written on her forehead with pink lipstick. She stood up, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and she immediately felt sick. She threw up into a sink, then she washed her face with cold water and immediately felt better. She wiped the word "Slut" with a towel and soap. Then she went into the living room, looking for her clothes and underwear.
Most partygoers already left, only a few remaining drunk men slept on a sofa and a chair.
The room was in disarray. Partygoers left empty bottles, food leftovers, feminine tampons, and assorted pieces of clothes. Linda did not find her clothes bahçelievler escort or underwear and she did not want to put on someone's else clothes. She felt she needed fresh air to clear her head. She took a cigarette and a lighter and walked out of the apartment door on the stairs, still naked and barefoot. She lit the cigarette and smoked, standing naked with her back against the wall. Linda felt lightheaded and she sat on cold cement stairs with her naked butt.
She thought about the word that somebody wrote on her forehead. "Maybe I am a slut?" she thought, "But so what of it?" She thought for a moment longer. "Maybe it is my punishment?" she continued thinking, "Or maybe it is my destiny to be a slut, to satisfy men, to give them pleasure, and get some pleasure for myself in return?"
Her mind cleared from the cold air. Linda felt cold on the stairs, she shivered, stood up, and tried to get back to the apartment. But the apartment door was locked. She jerked the handle up and down, but the door did not budge. She pressed the bell many times and knocked on the door with her hands until her fists started bleeding. But no one answered. Obviously, the remaining residents were so drunk asleep they could not hear her much less open the door for her. She was alone on the cold stairs in the unfamiliar house on the 4th floor, in the middle of the night, on the New Year.
She tried ringing bells of the other doors on a floor, hoping that someone would help her. But other doors remained closed too. Linda sighed and rolled her eyes. "I guess I'd have to go home naked," she decided. She slowly climbed down to the first floor. There was no one on the stairs. All doors were locked and no one opened. She opened the front door of a house and glanced on the street outside. It was cold and dark. She did not recognize the place. Linda walked outside and made a few cautious steps, barefoot on the snow, then yelped and tried to jump back into the relatively warmer staircase. But the heavy door closed shut and locked behind her with a metallic clank. She had no way to get back inside. Linda had no choice, but to keep walking.
The cold was excruciating. She winced and shivered from the chill, hugging her body with her hands to stay warmer. Her feet were in 4 inches of fresh snow.
It was a snowstorm that night, with the cold wind and wet snow.
(Watch YouTube video of a snowstorm in New York in the night like that
"New York City's Major Snowstorm in 5 Years")
Linda walked from the house to the street corner, keeping her face down from the wind. She glanced around and recognized the place where she was. She stood on the corner of 67th street and 1st Avenue. It was early morning, approximately 5 o'clock. The street was empty. No one walked this time of the night. A few rare cars passed by on the snow-covered street.
She tried to stop some cars to hitchhike the ride home. The drivers of passing cars saw a crazy-looking naked woman who jumped and waved her hands on a side of a road. Some drivers blew their horns and laughed. But no one stopped. She appeared drunk and no one wanted to deal with a strange drunk woman, at night, on New York street. Linda got angry and threw a large snowball at the back of a passing car. The snowball crashed smack into the middle of the car's back window. But that won't help. The driver did not stop. She stood alone and naked on the street, at night, in a snow storm.
Linda thought, "I can walk home from here. Just walk half a mile along 67th street, then cross Central Park, then a few more blocks until Columbus Avenue, and then I will be practically home. I can manage that. I am a tough woman."
"It's not too bad," she thought. "I have been through worse."
Linda had her share of alcohol and drug use before. She was in an alcohol rehab once or twice. But that does not make her a bad person, right? Now she stayed mostly clean, except for occasional partying. She slept often with different men, rarely more than two times with the same man again. Linda was a slut, obviously. But that does not make her a bad person. Do you agree? She was not a bad person, just misguided. She did not have a center in her life, and bahçelievler escort bayan she looked for one. That's what she thought when she walked along the empty street, wincing and shivering from cold, dragging her bare feet through the fresh snow.
Linda hugged herself with her arms trying to stay warm and rubbed her shoulders and her body with both hands. At first, she felt terrible cold with her soles and toes. Then she felt as if her feet soles were hot. After 10 minutes, she stopped feeling her feet at all, her soles became completely numb.
The street was almost empty, except for a few early morning pedestrians and cars passed by. Passersby looked at her astoundingly, but most said nothing and kept their distance from the strange naked drunk woman. This was New York and people were used to seeing almost anything.
Some used their cellphones and took pictures or videos of her walking. She did not care. She did not have enough strength to protest. Someone made a video of her, through the window, when she walked on a snowy street in a blizzard and uploaded it later to YouTube. People found that amusing. But no one offered any help to her.
One hardy man worked with a large shovel, cleaning a sidewalk from snow. He looked at her in disbelieve, shook his head, and continued working without saying a word.
Linda trudged stubbornly along the street, crouching from the wind, and covering her vagina with one hand, her boobs with another hand. She trembled from the cold and goosebumps covered her skin. Linda shivered and sneezed a few times, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
A homeless man sat on the street, with his back against the wall. He was dressed in a nylon winter jacket with a hood, and warm pants and boots, and he wrapped himself with a piece of tarp or blanket to protect from wind. When he saw naked Linda he smiled.
"Hello, sister," he said in a low voice.
"Hello, yourself," Linda replied weakly. She came close and stopped. She rubbed her body with her hands trying to warm it.
"You sure chose a bad night for walking naked," said the homeless man. "Aren't you cold to the bone?"
"I am frozen badly," answered Linda, her teeth chattered.
"And what about yourself, sitting by the wall on the street all night, aren't you get cold too?" Linda asked the man.
"I am all right here," answered the homeless man, "I used to sit here on this corner every night. I have plenty of warm clothes on me."
"Only I need more booze to keep me occupied and warm through the night," he added. "Do you happen to have a few dollars to give me for the booze, sister?"
"I don't have money or anything on me, you see," she replied.
"It's all right, sister," said the man, "is there anything I can help you with? I would give you some of my clothes, but I need it too, you see."
"Will you give me a cigarette?" Linda asked tiredly.
"Sure," he said and handed her a cigarette and a lighter.
She lit a cigarette and then stood smoking it for a few minutes. She felt better from the cigarette smog, and her shivers and chills subsided for a moment. Linda finished smoking, coughed, dropped a cigarette butt, then she said, "Thank you, I have to get moving, or I'll freeze here."
"There is a homeless shelter not far from here, you know," said the man. "They are usually full and don't service at night. But they won't turn down a woman in need."
"No, thank you," she said, "I am not far from home."
And Linda continued walking.
Soon she got to the Central Park alley. She had to cross the park now. Normally she would avoid going through Central Park at such time at night, but now she did not care. She just had to cross it on the shortest path. She walked along the alley in Central Park, with snow-covered trees and benches. Linda did not notice much of it now, as she was frozen and half-conscious already. It was dark on the empty Central Park alleys. Rare street light posts gave them a weak ethereal light.
Suddenly a lonely policeman appeared in front of her. He looked at the naked woman who walked unsteadily along the park alley. He approached her, blocking her way, and said loudly to escort bahçelievler her,
"Could you stop for a second, mam?"
She staggered for a moment and looked up at the policemen.
"Why are you not dressed?" he said, "do you require any assistance?"
"No," she said, "I am just walking home, please let me go."
"Mam, it is a violation of law in the State of New York to go naked on the streets," the policemen said. "You can be fined up to $100 or placed in jail for that."
She sighed and said nothing. She knew from experience that if a policeman focused his attention on you, he would not let you go easily. He would either arrest you for something or question and then release you if you prove innocent.
"What's your name and address, mam?" the policeman asked her sternly.
Poor Linda stood in front of the policemen, shivering, and covering her boobs and vagina with her hands.
The policeman opened his protocol notebook, took a pencil, and started writing, filling in the protocol form. "What's your age?" "What's your phone number?" he asked.
It took him an unusually long time to fill the form, and Linda thought he did it that slow on purpose.
Then the policeman said that he intended to put handcuffs on her hands and escort Linda to the police department for arrest and questioning. He said they would give her clothes.
But Linda protested. She said sobbing, "I cannot walk to the police department. I am naked, I am frozen, don't you see! The nearest police station is at least one mile away. I would freeze on the way. And the whole town would see me walking naked and take pictures of me."
"All right," said policemen. "You may go home, but you will receive a ticket and you will pay a fine for your violation."
He did not want to hurt a poor naked woman indeed, and he did not want to be accused of cruelty later. So he let her go. Policemen looked at her naked butt while she walked away from him, and shook his head. He thought that he saw everything on the streets of New York. But it was the first time that he saw a naked young woman walking naked in the cold and blizzard at night.
Poor Linda kept walking along the alley, then on a city street, frozen and half-conscious. She did not feel cold anymore, did not look at the houses and the pedestrians on the street. She was in a such state of hypothermia that everything was blurred. She missed her intersection and continued walking straight along 67th street, staggering sometimes.
A little more time and she would certainly fall and pass out and maybe die on a street of hypothermia. But a stroke of luck finally happen to her.
A man walked toward her on a street. He looked at her astonishingly and recognized Linda. He was one of her men. Not a boyfriend of cause, just an acquaintance with whom she shared bed a few times in her small apartment. But he remembered a woman that he met in a bar and with whom had a few wild nightstands. He rushed to Linda and touched her by the elbow.
"Linda, is that you? What happens? Why are you naked?" he asked.
"Live me alone," she said weakly. "I am going home."
"But your home is the other way," he said. "You are going away from it."
"I did not see that," she said, looking confused. "Where am I?"
"Come on, I will walk you home," he said.
Luckily, he remembered where Linda lived. The man took his coat off and put it on Linda's shoulders, then he took her by the elbows and directed Linda to her home. She did not protest. She thought maybe that man knows where she lives. And even if not, he would probably take her to his home which was fine by Linda. Any place where it is warm.
The man escorted Linda to her home, went with her to the elevator, then asked her what is her apartment number. She said it was 87. She was correct. They ascended on the 8th floor on the elevator, where they got out and looked at the door. "Where is your key?" he asked. She looked at him incomprehensibly, then looked down on a doormat. The man searched under her doormat and found a key. He opened the door and helped her to get inside.
Linda nearly collapsed on a chair. He covered her with a large blanket and waited patiently. She sat there without moving or saying a word for a long time, so he began worrying. Then Linda looked around and recognized her room. She sat straight, then she asked,
"Can I have a cigarette?"
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*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination.
But the YouTube video of a half-naked woman on a street was real.