Allegra stood confidently on the crowded bus, turning heads a**** the passengers. She had sharp cheekbones, full black stained lips, heavy dark mascara, and a well-defined jawline. Her clear skin and well-groomed eyebrows added to her overall appeal, and her sleek, modern style had a vintage edge.
Allegra had carefully chosen her outfit for the day's job interview, opting for a vintage t-shirt with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample bosom. Her black curve-hugging mini-skirt cut off at just the right length to accentuate her toned thighs, while the fishnet stockings made her already long and lean legs appear even more elongated. Her heavy Wednesday boots completed the look with a touch of edge, making her appear both fashionable and fierce.
The bus jerked forward suddenly, and Allegra instinctively reached for the overhead bar to steady herself. But it was too late. A ripping sound echoed through the bus, and Allegra's eyebrows raised in horror. She could feel a cool breeze brush against her bare legs and began to panic.
“That's what I call a wardrobe malfunction!” whistled one of the male bus riders. Allegra's gaze flicked down to her lower half and her sharp cheekbones began to burn. Her leather skirt lay split in half on the floor, the zipper busted where it had caught on the rough edge of a seat. In the blink of an eye, Allegra was now standing on the bus in nothing but her T-shirt and a pair of legs that were sure to catch anyone’s attention.
"You're looking fine!” said another man. The other passengers erupted into a chorus of gasps and giggles. She quickly grabbed the torn skirt and covered herself, feeling grateful that she had worn adequately feminine underwear that day. “Can I get your number?”
"Damn, girl! You've got some legs on you! You could be a model!" a man in the back of the bus yelled out, prompting more laughter from the other passengers. She wondered how she was going to make it to her job interview like this.
"Um- Excuse me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, Allegra tried to ignore the catcalls and snickering, but she could feel their eyes on her as she made her way to the front of the bus half-naked. "When will we be arriving at Basin Street?"
The driver looked her up and down and raised an eyebrow. "Do you know you're not wearing any pants?" he asked, amused.
"Uh, yeah I know, it's a long story," Allegra nodded.
"Well, we're supposed to be there at ten till, so it will be another twenty minutes," the driver responded answering her question.
“Mommy? Is that lady a prostitute?” a child asked as she slinked past the passengers again to return to her spot. Allegra's spirits dampened at the prospect of having to endure another twenty minutes of standing around with all eyes on her bare legs. She was acutely aware of the stares and whispers from the other passengers, and overheard an old lady saying "I used to have legs like that."
"Hey, you should try out for one of those reality TV shows!" a woman with bright pink hair commented, eliciting a few chuckles. Allegra started to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. She had always been a bit of a rebel, but this was taking it to a whole new level.
The bus finally pulled up to her stop after what seemed like an eternity. Many in the Los Angeles crowd noticed the tall leggy goth step off the bus, wearing nothing but a shirt. But their attention quickly turned to the struggle the girl was having with the bus door. Before she was free and clear Her shirt had become caught in the double doors, and she tugged and pulled at it, desperation on her face.
“No!” Allegra pleaded as the bus pulled away into the street. The girl stumbled on her long skinny legs like a baby deer as the force of the speeding bus spun her about, tugging emphatically on her shirt and bra till they could take no more and tore away clean.
In seconds Allegra was ******* in the middle of downtown Los Angeles, her skin smooth and pale. Her small breasts were firm and perky, defying gravity as she frantically tried to cover herself with her hands, but there was just too much bare skin on display. The onlookers couldn't believe what they were seeing, while others watched on in morbid fascination.
“EEEEEEE!” Lean muscle could be seen flowing beneath the smooth skin of her legs as Allegra hopped around in panic, her high-pitched squeal echoed through the crowd who couldn't help but stare at her body. Some whispered in disbelief, others laughed. Some in the crowd tried to come to her aid, but they didn't know where to look or what to do.
For Allegra, the moment was nothing short of mortifying. She was not the type of girl to show off her body. She sincerely believed it was nothing anybody wanted to see, even though many people suggested she could make money as a model. She usually stayed covered up, even the short skirt she had worn was rare for her. But now her body was laid bare, with nothing to hide behind. Meanwhile, her torn shirt hung from the door of the bus, flapping in the wind as it continued on its way.
"Nice ****!" A man in a passing car yelled out, as the tall girl ran into the street with nothing but stockings and heels. The woman winced at the crude comment but didn't have time to react as she was too busy trying to hold onto her breasts and grab her shirt that was caught in the bus door.
But just as she reached out to grab her shirt, the bus hit a massive puddle of water, sending a huge spray flying toward her. The force of the water knocked her off her feet, and she landed hard on her backside, her stockings and hair now soaking wet.
The goth girl was now sitting in the middle of the road, completely drenched from head to toe. Her long dark hair clung to her face and neck, and her makeup was running down her cheeks in black streaks. She could hear the laughter and the jeering of the people around her, and she knew that she had to abandon the scene before it got even worse.
Allegra ran as fast as she could into the nearest building, which happened to be the club she was interviewing at, and headed straight to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She was standing there, *******, with her ******* and fishnet stockings on, her boots still laced up tightly around her calves. She was shivering and her ******* were hard from the cold outside.
As she stood there trying to gather her thoughts, she heard a knock on the bathroom door. It was her boss Mr. Balotelli, who had come looking for her.
"Allegra, are you okay in there?" he asked, concern in his voice.
Allegra took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She opened the door slowly, trying to cover herself as best she could with her hands. Mr. Balotelli looked at her with a mixture of surprise and amusement.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Balotelli. I had a bit of an accident on the bus," she stammered, her face red with embarrassment.
"I see that," he said, his eyes flicking over her exposed breasts. "But don't worry, accidents happen. Let's get you cleaned up and see if we can salvage your interview."
Allegra was grateful for his understanding and couldn't believe how lucky she was to have found such a kind boss. After cleaning herself up and putting on a fresh outfit, Allegra emerged from the room feeling more confident and ready to take on the world. She walked into the interview room and sat down across from Mr. Balotelli.
"Allegra, I must say, you certainly know how to make an entrance," he said with a chuckle.
Allegra smiled back, feeling more relaxed now that the worst was over. "Well, I always try to make a good impression," she said, trying to play it cool.
They chatted for a while about her experience as a DJ and her music taste. Allegra felt like she was really connecting with Mr. Balotelli, and she began to relax even more.
Just as the interview was wrapping up, there was a knock at the door. It was the bus driver from earlier, holding a pile of clothes.
"Excuse me, Mr. Balotelli, but I believe these belong to your employee," he said, holding out the torn and wet clothing.
Mr. Balotelli looked at the pile and then back at Allegra with a smile. "I guess you won't be needing those anymore," he said, causing both of them to laugh.
Allegra thanked the bus driver and took her clothes, feeling grateful for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought her to the club that day. She knew that it was going to be a great job, and she couldn't wait to get started.