This is new episode about young exhibitionist model Svetka. In the first episode Svetka completed her first photo shoot and earned 1000 €. In second episode she served beer in a bar naked. In third episode Svetka worked in a striptease club.

Svetka was eastern European girl, slim, blond, with short hair. She was a student and she worked part time as a waitress. She attended classes in a day time and worked as a waitress in a bar in the evening. The bar opened at 6pm and closed at 12 o’clock at night.

This happened on Tuesday, December 16th. At half past 11 pm, Svetka yawned and looked at the clock. She was already tired and sleepy. She did not care about the tips anymore. She had to wake up at 8 in the morning to get to the college classes.

Svetka announced to the remaining customers “The bar is closed, please leave. ” usually that was enough. But sometimes there were stubborn customers who did not want to leave.

One drunk man sat at the table in a corner.

He looked at Svetka with narrow eyes and demanded “Bring me another beer. ”

“The bar is closed, please go home, ” asked Svetka, “come back tomorrow. ”

“I want beer now, ” said customer angrily, “bring me beer”.

Svetka ran in the back of a bar and called a bar’s owner for help. Bar’s owner Stanley was a heavy set man with a bald head. He came with her to the bar room and approached the customer. He said firmly to the drunk man “Bar is closed. Leave now, or I will call a police”.

The drunk man looked at them menacingly, muttered some bad words, then he stood up and left, walking unsteadily. Svetka sighed with relief and rolled her eyes. The bar’s owner said to her “lock the door. ” Then he went back into his office to finish counting money.

Svetka locked the front door and went to the back room to change clothes. She tiredly took off her apron, put on her jacket and boots and then she left the bar through the back door. She needed to go fast to catch the last evening bus which went around 12:10. If she was late on a bus, then she would have to walk home about two miles on the empty streets.

The back door of a bar opened to a dark narrow alley between houses. Svetka always tried to walk through that place as fast as possible. She was afraid that something could happen there, especially at night. It was not a safe place for a young woman. It seemed the alley was empty. She sighed, looked around cautiously and walked quickly toward exit from the alley.

It was a winter time. The air was cold. She heard sound of snow crushed under her boots. Suddenly a large dark men’s figure blocked her way.

The man said in a low voice “Hello, Missy. You did not want to give me a beer. Now you will give me something else. ”

Svetka recognized the drunk man who demanded a beer and who just recently left the bar. Svetka tried to run but he grabbed her by the elbows.

Svetka worked in a bar and she used to deal with a drunk men. She screamed loudly “Get out of me, you moron!”. That was usually enough to shake off drunk men’s hands, plus in the bar she could count on help of a barmen or a bar’s owner. But now she was alone in a dark alley against that angry man. She jerked her hands trying to free herself. The men’s grip was too strong.

She tried to kick him with her foot but she missed and lost her balance. She fell down on ground, but he lifted her and turned her around like a doll. She screamed loudly “Help! Call police!” She hoped that may be bar’s owner would hear her from inside the bar.

“Stop fighting, ” grunted the drunk man, “and it will be easy for you. If you keep resisting I will make it hard for you. “ Svetka screamed and kicked. But the man was strong and she could not break free from him.

He forced her to bend down on her knees then he grabbed her jeans and pulled them down with the panties. He tried to pull them off but her boots were in the way. So he pulled of her boots and then her jeans and panties. Svetka felt down, with her naked butt into the snow, crying. He tried to unzip his pants with one hand. Svetka continued struggling and kicking him. She pushed out his hand and got free. Svetka stood up and ran as fast as she never run before in her life. She did not have strength any more to scream. The drunk man started running after her, but he stumbled on a garbage can, lost his balance and fell down, screaming profanities.

In a seconds Svetka got out of an alley and stopped on a street to catch her breath. She could hear sound of her heart pounding in her chest. She looked around hoping to find help. The street was empty. No help was coming. But the good news was that the drunk man did not chase after her.

She looked at herself. She was naked from the bottom, no jeans, no panties, no boots or socks. She realized that she stood barefoot in a snow, and the cold chills ran through her. Her legs and feet were cold. She was bruised and scared. But she was dressed from the top. She still had her jacket and a blouse. Her jacket was dirty and unbuttoned, most of the buttons torn. She lost her beret hat and her hair was a mess. It was luck, she thought, to have at least some clothes.

It was very cold indeed. But she has been through worse. Now, she thought, she just needed to get home somehow. She buttoned her jacket and pulled it as low as possible to cover her naked butt and pussy. She hoped that nobody would see her naked private parts. She walked barefoot on a street through the snow toward the bus stop. She hoped to get on the last bus. A few rare passersby stared at her in amazement but said nothing. No one spoke to her or offered any help or asked what happened.

She came to a bus stop and waited there, alone, shivering and jumping from foot to foot on the cold cement. In about 5 minutes the bus arrived.

She got on a bus. The bus driver looked at her with amazement. He saw everything in that city, but it was the first time he saw such strangely dressed passenger. A young woman, possibly in her 20, was dressed in a winter jacket, but with bare legs without pants or stalkings and barefooted.

The driver smiled and said “Hello, miss, it must be pleasant night? Did you forget your pants somewhere?”

“Not of you business, “ answered Svetka rudely. She found some change in her pocket and paid for the ticket. Then she went inside the bus and took a seat by the window. It was warm in the bus. She felt safe, and she wanted to sleep. She put her cold feet close to the heater went from which the hot air was blowing. The passengers noticed her strange look and clothes and stared at her.

“Nice legs, ” said one passenger. “Thank you, ” said Svetka.

“Are you all tight?” asked another man, who noticed her bruises. “Do you need help? Should we call the police?”

“No, I am all right, ” she said, “Just tired. Need to get home. Please leave me alone. ”

She got off the bus on her stop. But it was not over yet. She had to walk a few blocks to her home. She stood barefoot in a snow again. She felt tired and exhausted. There was nobody on the street at this time. She thought that all “normal” people go home at 6 o’clock, have dinner, and go to bed. Why, she though, she has to work till 12 at night, then suffer such an ordeal when she just wanted to go home and rest? She walked toward her home, glancing around nervously. She was afraid that the drunk man could follow her and attack her again. But nothing of that kind happened. She was alone on the street, the snow was icy cold under her bare feet. She was tired and her legs and feet were cold.

She regretted that she lost her winter boots. It was the middle of winter and she had no other winter footwear. She would have to go in snow in her sneakers or in a high hill shoes tomorrow, until she would buy another pair of winter boots.

She came to her house, and walked barefoot on a cold cement stairs to the 6th floor. She opened the door and went into her small apartment. She took off her jacket, took a hot shower and went to bed at about 1 o’clock. Tomorrow was another day. She had to wake up early and she needed to sleep.

*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author s imagination.