3 .
Nala knew that her ass would be posted all over the internet in a matter of minutes as she hurried away from the hotel, pulling her skirt down around her thighs as she did, and then pausing to adjust the bag slung over her shoulder.
At this point she was used to pictures of her butt circulating social media, but those were pictures of her on the beach in sexy bikinis, not her hanging out of a second story hotel window with her skirt riding up for an entire city block to see her underwear.
As she hurried down the street, she turned back to the hotel and watched for either Bala or Adriana to hurry out, by now they had probably realized that she was gone.
They were on a busy street in downtown Miami, and Nala quickly hurried to a crosswalk to blend in with a large crowd who were waiting for the light to change.
A few blocks behind her, several photographers were pointing her way and aiming their cameras.
Dammit. She sighed and pushed her way deep into the throng of people waiting at the light.
If anyone was going to get her caught, it would be the paparazzi hounding her.
Nala had no idea where she was going, but she knew the only way she was going back to that hotel was if she was dragged kicking and screaming, which Adriana very well could do.
Once Balal and Adriana had left her alone in the room, the princess had considered for a moment dressing in her classiest dress to get ready for the charity lunch, but as she stood there staring at her open closet, a deep, red hot rage boiled from the pit of her stomach.
How could Balal endorse the treatment of her, a woman he had watched grown up?
Worse off, he said her father was okay with it too.
Her father, the King, who wanted to bring Muzzaria into the modern world, but was okay with the old methods of discipline being used on his own daughter.
It didn’t make sense, but Nala did know one thing, she would never let herself be treated like that again.
She quickly changed into a white bra and matching white thong panties, then pulled a black, form fitting low cut dress over it.
The dress stopped around her upper thigh, and was more suited for a night at the club than climbing out of a window, as she soon found out.
Then Nala threw some swimsuits and a few other changes of clothes into her bag, fashioned a rope out her blanket and bed sheets, and climbed out to greet the warm Miami afternoon.
As she dangled out the window and climbed down the side of the hotel, Nala thanked herself for putting shoes in her bag and scaling the side of the hotel barefoot, but she quickly realized that she should have worn something more sensible than the dress.
She was barely a few feet below the window when she felt the short dress ride up and completely expose her buttocks to anyone who would look up.
And there were quite a few people outside the hotel who took notice of a beautiful girl in a white thong climbing out the window.
The paparazzi who had been staking out the hotel since she arrived realized they had hit pay-dirt and began snapping away, and then passersby noticed and began snapping photos and taking videos on their phones.
Nala considered stopping to pull her dress up but knew it was no use because as soon as she resumed her descent down the side of the building it would ride up again.
So instead she scaled down the rest of the hotel wall with her ass hanging out, simply hoping security wasn’t waiting at the bottom to escort her back to her room.
Thankfully, she made it down, put her shoes on, and hurried off while pulling her dress down.
Nala had no idea where she was going, but she just wanted to be far away from Balal and Adriana.
Maybe she could disappear for a few days, lay low in Miami enough for Balal to really start sweating, or for her father to threaten the man.
After enough time, she would contact them and say she was ready to come back, but only after certain conditions were met.
Of course, those conditions were the immediate dismissal of Adriana, as well as Nala calling the shots on the rest of the trip.
Nala tapped her foot as she waited for the light change, risking a look back in the direction of the hotel. The photographers were shouting and pointing in the direction of the crowd waiting at the corner.
Come on, come on…
She bit her lip and glared at the bright red DON’T WALK sign, then she looked back at the hotel and felt her heart leap into her throat.
A familiar, muscular brown skinned woman emerged from the lobby, Adriana. The bodyguard surveyed the area, saw the paparazzi pointing to the crowd, and hurried in the direction they were gesturing to.
The light changed, and Nala almost leapt for joy.
She pushed forward, marching across the street like her life depended on it.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw the paparazzi were sprinting after her, cameras flashing, and Adriana was hot on their heels.
Nala continued to hurry down the sidewalk, speed walking like a woman late for an appointment, but she knew that sooner or later, the paparazzi or Adriana would catch up with her.
She scanned the area, looking for some quick way to lose her pursuers. There were no signs of a taxi anywhere that could ferry her to safety, but a few doors down she noticed a department store.
Perfect!
She quickened her pace, wobbling to maintain her balance on her heels.
Just as she reached the door, a few customers stepped out and Nala hurried in before the doors closed.
The air conditioning of the store was a jarring feeling after being outside in the warmth, and she could feel her skin raise from the sudden cool.
Several customers looked up from their browsing at the sight of the beautiful woman in the short dress rushing into the store.
Nala slowed her pace, tried to catch her breath, and smiled at the onlookers as she walked over to a rack of coats and pretended like she too was a prospective shopper.
It wasn’t working, and the men in the store were all gawking at her like they had never seen a woman before while the women were staring at her like she was diseased or something.
Nala did her best to pretend like she didn’t notice as she walked around the various tables and racks filled with clothing.
As she pretended to browse, she turned to look out the department store window to see the paparazzi peering in, aiming the obsidian lenses of their cameras directly at her.
Shit! Nala hurried deeper into the store, looking over her shoulder at the window as she did.
Adriana was pushing past the paparazzi towards the door. Nala wasn’t sure if the muscular Brazilian had seen her but she had to assume she did.
Nala rushed deeper into the store, her mind racing. Was there a back entrance? A second floor? Or maybe…
Yes!
Set against a wall was a sign reading “Changing Rooms.” It took all of Nala’s self control not to sprint directly towards them, and she did her best to seem like a normal customer about to try on an outfit.
Nala stepped through the archway into the changing area, noticing that several of the changing room doors were closed.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Nala nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the voice, and spun around to see a young man, maybe late twenties, browsing one of the tables.
She stammered, looking at the man for a moment, half expecting him to be store security, but he just seemed like a regular customer.
“Excuse me?” She asked.
“I think you forget something.” He repeated.
Nala stared at him for another moment, and then remembered her bag slung over her shoulder.
“Oh, this?” She lifted the bag. Now that she thought about it, it might be mighty suspicious to be marching into a changing room with an already full bag.
“Well, that, but also you don’t have anything to change into,” He laughed. “Or did I catch you shoplifting? If so, that’s none of my business.”
“Oh, right…” She bit her lip. While she was talking to him, her eyes were drifting around the department store for any sign of…
Adriana!
From where she stood, Nala had a perfect view of the woman as she marched through the front doors.
While all of the browsing customers stared at Nala when she walked in, they all could tell from Adriana’s demeanor that she was not someone to be messed with, and quickly averted their gaze from the bulky yet feminine woman.
The man who had been talking to Nala noticed her looking, then turned, saw Adriana, and quickly grabbed a set of lingerie from the table he was browsing and handed it to the princess.
“Go, hurry.” He nodded to the changing rooms.
“Thank you.” Nala smiled at him, grabbed the underwear from him, and hurried to the first open changing room.
Once inside, she closed and latched the door behind her, kicked off her shoes, and reached behind her to unzip her dress.
Wait, I don’t actually have to change, do I? She paused, but realized that the sound of someone moving around and changing would avert suspicion.
Nala unzipped her dress and hung it on a hook along with her bag, then looked at the set of lingerie the young man had given her.
It was a bright fluorescent orange bra with green trim and a matching thong.
It wasn’t her style, but could look sexy.
As she removed her own bra, Nala found herself wondering why a man was shopping for lingerie?
Perhaps a wife or a girlfriend? She thought as she put on the orange bra. It wasn’t her business really, but it still raised her suspicions.
“Have you seen a young girl in her? Dark hair and dark eyes, curvy?” Nala heard Adriana’s voice. She was right outside the changing room hallway.
Nala froze, standing in the middle of the changing room in the store’s orange bra and her own white panties.
“No I’m sorry, I haven’t.” She heard the young man reply.
Nala remained perfectly still, listening.
“It’s very important that I find this woman, think hard.” Adriana pressed.
“No I haven’t seen anyone.” The young man said again with a hint of annoyance.
Nala smiled, whoever this good samaritan was, he was handling this beautifully.
The next moment felt like an eternity, and Nala realized she was holding her breath.
“Who’s in the changing rooms?” Adriana asked.
“It’s my girlfriend, not that it’s any of your business.” The young man answered.
As if on cue, Nala went back to changing, slipping off her own panties and sliding into the orange and green thong.
It fit her perfectly.
“Your girlfriend?” Adriana pressed.
“I’m sorry,” The young man said again. “But what is this? Do you work for the store? Because if not then I’m going to ask you to leave us alone or I’ll get security.”
“I’m sorry,” Adriana sounded annoyed but defeated. “It’s a private matter, sorry to bother you.”
Nala waited by the door, listening for any sign that Adriana had left. She wasn’t sure if the bodyguard had bought the young man’s story, but him threatening to get security seemed to have scared her off.
A moment later there was a soft tap on the door.
“The coast is clear.”
Nala smiled, and then decided she should maybe thank her rescuer for his help.
She unlatched the door and let it drift open, giving him a full view of her in the bright fluorescent lingerie.
There was a mirror directly behind her, so not only did he get to see how the bra lifted up her breasts, but the young man could also see how the orange thong disappeared into her tanned ass cheeks.
“How do I look?” She asked, smiling at him.
The young man’s jaw had dropped, and it seemed like it was taking a herculean effort not to stare at her cleavage.
“Umm yeah… great…” He stammered.
“You picked out a perfect set.” She giggled.
“I… I see that.” His jaw was still squarely on the floor.
“So it’s a yes?” She did a twirl for him, which nearly caused him to break out in a sweat.
“Yes… totally.”
She giggled again and grabbed the changing room door.
“Why don’t you wait outside “babe,”and I’ll change back.” She smiled at him.
“Right, sure… Those will be on me, my treat.” He managed to smile at her.
“I wouldn’t expect any less.” She winked and closed the changing room door.
A few moments later, Nala emerged from the changing area back in her little tight dress and handed the lingerie to the young man. Part of her expected him to be gone by the time she stepped out, but he was still waiting like a loyal boyfriend.
“Here you are.” She handed him the bra and thong, which he took with a smile and began walking towards the nearest cashier.
“Anything else you would like… “dear?”” He asked.
She stepped forward and hooked her arm in his.
“I think I could go for a bite to eat, maybe a drink.” She smiled.
“I think I’ve worked up an appetite myself.” He smiled back at her.
As they walked, Nala scanned the department store for any sign of Adriana, but it seemed like the Brazilian woman really had gone, at least for the moment. She was sure the paparazzi were still camped outside though, unless store security had scared them off.
“So,” She began. “Do you always camp out in the lingerie section looking for damsels in distress?”
“I don’t know, are you always hiding from women who look like they could break me in half?” He countered.
She smiled at him.
“Touche”
They stopped at nearby register where a bored, middle aged woman was doing her best to make it seem like she wasn’t texting. Nala set the lingerie down and the young man stepped forward, credit card in hand.
“Thank you, “honey.”” She smiled at him.
The cashier seemed annoyed at their very presence, and rang up the underwear without a word, bagged it, handed it off to the young man, and went back to her covert texting.
“Besides,” He said as he took her arm again. “I have a feeling I’ll get multiple uses out of this.”
“Oh is that so?” She asked.
“Indeed.” He flashed a mischievous grin at her.
“I’m all ears.” She batted her eyes at him.
“Perhaps that’s something we discuss over food, my treat.” As he spoke, Nala realized just how charming his smile was.
As far as rescuers go, she really could have done worse. He was tall and lanky, maybe roughly her age, with thick brown hair cut short and combed to the side and matching eyes. Whoever he was, he had a good sense of style too, and was dressed well but not too trendy.
“It’s a date.” She smiled up at him.