"Sally!"
Amy jogged down the aisle of the lecture hall - her naked breasts bouncing with each step as she held out her arms for balance on the stairs. Most of the eyes in the classroom were on her, but more than that the cameras in the back of the classroom were following her journey intently - the crew holding them staying a few steps back.
"Amy?" Sally stood up from her seat, her face still flush with the recent orgasm.
And suddenly, there were two arms thrown around her shoulders as the redhead gave her a great bear-hug. Sally hugged back, letting the smooth skin of her friend's body press against her own - a welcome difference from the harassment she'd received up to that point.
"What were they making you do?" Amy whispered.
"It's a long story," Sally whispered back, using the cover of their hug to hide the conversation. "Why are you here?"
"I saw one of the newspapers on the ground outside." Amy pulled back a bit. "Gayle's Tales; It reminded me of what was going on."
"The papers made it all the way over there?"
"They're littering the whole campus!" Amy disengaged at the sound of footsteps. "A few blew up to the door of the women's dorm."
Sally looked around the room, the flushed but reserved faces of all the men in the classroom, and the teacher - now meekly looking down as though he were innocent of anything. Gayle's paper had reached a wider audience than she could have imagined.
"Excuse me, may I have a few questions?"
It was no doubt the sound of a news reporter - the intentions of the phrase veiled behind a mask of professionalism. Sally shuddered a bit at the thought of being interviewed like this, but as she turned around felt a sense of shock. She wasn't the one being asked.
"I- well, I never..." Her teacher was stuttering into a microphone.
"This is a simple place of learning." He gathered his thoughts to an extent. "We were merely beginning our lesson."
"There was a woman masturbating in the front of your classroom. Is this standard procedure at Westridge?"
"Of course not!" He tried to be indignant, his eyes darting to the two naked women and then back at the reporter, as if his response were directed at all of them.
"So this is something exclusive to your classroom, then?" The reporter seemed smug, several behind her were taking notes fervently.
"No, I- well, not normally but... You see, I was merely..." He glanced back over at Sally in an accusing way. No. Not Sally. Next to her. "It was their idea! The other students were pressuring her to behave lewdly! I was trying to maintain professionalism as always, but they took over!"
There was an uproar of complaints from the students as several stood up - shouting comments over each other. The crowd seemed to agree: He did it.
"I think it would be prudent to go," Amy placed a hand on Sally's shoulder. "Before they turn their attention to us."
Sally nodded and kept her head low as the reporters fervently recorded the back and forth in the classroom. For a moment, she had forgotten her nudity - as had the rest of the room.
And this feeling extended to her presence in the hallway. So far, every time she had left a classroom she saw every single eye on her body - the stares of men overwhelming her as they leered at her nudity and made snide comments to one another. But now, she had a different kind of attention.
Sure, the men were looking at her, but these were only quick glimpses before they hurriedly turned their eyes away. The low number of people on the campus made these awkward side glances all the more obvious - and she saw why.
A cumbersome camera was set up near the side of the hallway - its crew surrounding it while discussing something among themselves. No doubt it was recording some ambient footage of the campus to be played in between segments in an upcoming program about the protest. Sally gulped at the sight.
"Come on." Amy grabbed Sally's hand. "Let's go this way."
"But that's in front of the camera!" Sally protested.
"Exactly." Amy began to walk. "They want a story. It would be wise to ensure that our side of events is the first perspective they see."
"I'm naked!" Sally reminded her before realizing that Amy was, too. There was something about the way she carried herself that made you forget that fact, a casual confidence that made it appear as though her lack of clothing was completely normal. Sally wished she shared that confidence.
The crew spotted them long before Sally was ready for them to see her. But then again, it was likely impossible that she would ever build up the nerve to expose herself on camera like this. It was actually her first time seeing a camera up close - and not the conditions under which she thought this life-time first would come true.
"Excuse me!" A middle-aged Asian woman with a commanding voice beckoned the two nude girls over. "May I speak with you for a moment?"
It was the same tone the earlier reporter had spoken with - though it had a different response. Amy eagerly volunteered her time (And Sally's in the process; Her grip tightened as she led her over).
The woman began saying a few things about framing and scene composition as she simultaneously checked her make-up and worked in a few vocal stretches. The crew behind her was setting up a shot - checking that there wasn't too much light or not enough in the faces of the interviewees. It had barely registered that Sally was one of the interviewees, she merely felt her whole life flashing before her eyes as the big black eye of the camera turned to face her.
"E-excuse me." Sally muttered. "Is this really going to be... You know..."
"Don't worry." The reporter smiled. "This broadcast will be censored when it airs. You can stop covering yourself, if you'd like to."
Sally didn't remember covering her chest. She didn't even remember Amy letting go of her hand - although she vaguely recalled her fingers flexing once or twice when she felt an emptiness there. Glancing down at her body, she remembered her nudity anew. The small breasts beneath her neckline were dotted with erect nipples - whether they were still aroused from the scene in class or the chill in the fall air she didn't know. And although she could no longer feel the remnants of her self-pleasuring escapade from a few minutes ago, there was still a hint of wetness hiding in her bush as sun slightly glistened off of it.
"Could you... erm..." Sally swallowed. "Could you censor my face as well?"
"Really?" Amy asked. "But what of the protest? I feel as though there is a lesser benefit to airing our grievances anonymously."
"Well, I mean..." Sally didn't want to admit she was ashamed to be seen naked by thousands of news watchers. She was ashamed to be seen naked by a few hundred classmates and this extra step was too far.
"It should be about the message itself, right?" She forced a smile. "We're representing every woman out there who has ever been mistreated. It's not about us, it's about all of us!"
There was a bit of muttering from the camera crew as the reporter nodded enthusiastically.
"Excellent!" She stepped into her mark. "Could you repeat that for the camera? We absolutely need a message like that for our audience!"
Sally had to repeat herself a few times to finally get the clip the news needed for their show that night. The entire time she was focusing on the censor that would inevitably be over her body and her face. She hoped it would be thorough - though with her luck this week, it would probably barely hide her features. Sex sells, after all.
Amy took over for the rest of the interview - recapping several events although she largely quoted from Gayle's article for the stuff she wasn't personally present for. Sally noticed the girl eagerly leaning back and forth on her bare feet, from heel to toe and back again. She remembered Amy's weird reaction to being naked in class a few days ago and was a bit taken aback at how calm she was acting in the moment.
"Thank you so much." The interviewer gave a slight bow. "We will be airing this tonight - no matter how many favors I have to call in. I think this story will be national news by tomorrow.
"By the way, my business card." She handed Amy a small white piece of card stock - one Amy hesitantly took before laughing.
"Thank you Connie." Amy said. "But I really don't have anywhere to put this."
"Oh my." Connie chuckled. "My mistake."
The women laughed together. Sally wanted to join in but only managed a slight smile - the cameras were still pointed at her naked body. And the glance she gave over her shoulder as the two walked away confirmed that the lens continued to follow her to her next class.
A group of boys was standing around chatting when the two naked girls walked by. Sally accidentally made eye contact with a boy leaning against a tree and he reacted by looking up and down her body before standing upright to approach. But one look at the cameras (spurred on by an elbow to the ribs from one of the other guys) made him realize that having permanent proof that he had molested a protestor may be unwise. At least some things were going right.
Amy gave a goodbye at a split in the path just before Sally's next class. She gathered her strength to make the rest of the trip solo - Jennifer was in this class, too, but with all the camera crew wandering around she felt it was too risky to hang out in the hallways waiting on her. The last thing Sally wanted was to be interviewed again.
Her physics professor was setting up some sort of rope device in the front of the classroom when Sally entered. Most of the seats were empty and the few that were occupied had men fervently whispering among each other. When a guy tried to stare at her nakedness, he'd look over his shoulder first. Some men even kept their heads down, only giving the slightest glance just in case.
She took a seat near the front row - as far from the doors of the classroom as she could manage. Sure, guys would be staring at her back, but at least this lecture hall had full chairs so her butt was more or less covered. She stared down at her desk and tried to parse the events in her head so far. The energy she could feel was completely different; Men were still ogling her as before, but it was much more similar to the first day - before the molestation had begun.
Jennifer entered the room to a renewed silence - though not the silence of awe-struck onlookers as usual. Instead, men seemed to be embarrassed to have been whispering among themselves. Jennifer commanded the attention of the classroom the same way a strict teacher might silence her students; Even if she carried none of the confidence that educators needed to maintain this respect.
She meekly cowered towards the front of the room, finding an empty seat next to Sally that she sat in after a bit of hesitation. The slow way her fat butt padded against the seat reminded Sally of the way she sat on the first few days; Was she already used to her bare butt touching foreign surfaces?
