A little trip to the print shop

"So here's my little dare for you," Lucy pointed. "I'd like you to go across the street to the print shop, go inside, sit on a scanner, and make a copy of your bare naked ass. And do it in full color on one of those big glossy sheets."

Vivian was impressed with Lucy. She'd been made a menace by learning from Vivian's schemes.

"So, how do you expect me to do that buck naked?" The redhead asked. "I'm pretty sure I can't sit on a copier sopping wet and expect it to work."

"No worries. I've got a plan for that," Lucy grinned, holding out the short girl's raincoat. "You can take this or the apron."

Vivian knew the old "illusion of choice" trick very well. She wasn't too pleased to trade the temporary cover for something made of transparent plastic.

The material squeezed and pulled at her bare skin as she put the coat on. Her features were a little blurred, but the closer the coat stuck to her body and the closer the viewer, the less effective it was.

Soon, the redhead was pushing open the front door to the diner. Luckily, there was still no one in sight. Before she could start running, Lucy grabbed her arm.

"You might want to take this," Lucy held up a card. "It'll be a little hard to make copies without it."

Vivian snatched the card before sprinting into the downpour. Her feet pattered down to the street and splashed across. When she saw a car coming, she faced away from it and hoped they wouldn't notice.

Approaching the shop, Vivian could see water streaming down the large glass windows. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle. That was the fear of exposure, right? Being humiliated by Lucy was part of the plan. There was no way she wanted to feel this excitement again.

A bell rang as the door opened. "Welcome to Sheryl's Print Shop Emporium," a monotone voice greeted, "Ask if you need anything."

The short-haired girl behind the counter didn't even lift their face to look at the customer, which Vivian greatly appreciated. The shop was moderately small, so she preferred to avoid any gazes.

Tables were in two rows parallel to the windows with a large printer/copier unit at the end. Computers sat behind the row nearest the window with their screens facing the back.

Vivian started to go between the rows before she spotted another customer rising from a computer. The redhead dove behind the end of the row. The customer saw the movement but wasn't interested in investigating.

To avoid the employee at the back and the customer in the middle, that only left the front. The redhead resigned herself, justifying that people were unlikely to look through the windows anyway.

She crawled along the floor until she reached the copier. Creeping up, she scanned the card and punched in the settings. Now came the hard part.

Shaky fingers removed the transparent raincoat and laid it on the floor. The top of the printer leaned back slowly to no one's notice.

Vivian's heart was thumping out of her chest when she climbed up. The cold glass of the copier clung to her sensitive skin. The printer's top blocked her view from behind, so she could only hope no one had noticed. She stared at the open windows in front of her as she hit the start button.

The machine roared to life with its loud beeps and mechanical noises. The instant the sweeping light finished scanning her backside, she peeled herself off and leapt to the floor.

She waited impatiently for the page to come out. Her body was on fire with anticipation. She snatched her photo and only just managed to slide under the table before the employee came around the corner.

Vivian huddled in the corner against the printer and the back of a computer desk, knees to her naked chest.

"What's this?" The girl knelt. Their faces were only feet apart.

She picked up the coat from the floor. "Is this yours?" She asked the customer in the other row.

"Nope, haven't seen it before," they responded.

The short-haired girl shrugged and started to walk away with the coat.