An unexpected photo shoot

Beth Harmon scrunched he face in annoyance as she tossed and turned on the pillow.

The bed was so comfy, and sleep so welcoming, that she didn't want to leave either. She tried to clear her mind she sink back into unconsciousness, but now that her body was waking up, it was proving difficult to send it back to sleep.

That irritating clicking noise wasn't helping.

Giving up, Beth reluctantly opened her eyes...and was jerked wide awake by a bright flash!

Blinking furiously, the ginger girl sat up and clutched the bedsheet to her chest.

A photographer was moving around the bed, snapping photos of her from a variety of angles.

She hated being photographed at the best of times, but when she was sleeping-oh God, and stark naked!

"What the fuck are you doing?" Beth squealed, her face turning as red as her face.

A woman with a notebook sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling kindly down at her even as Beth shuffled away.

"Good morning, Miss Harmon! We're from the Kentucky Herald!" the woman smiled. "Sorry for waking you, we just wanted some candid photos!"

"Do you know how fucking CREEPY that is?!" the naked girl asked, her pale skin crawling under the covers.

"I'm sure you can understand that our readers back home will be interested to know how a girl from the Methuen orphanage grew up to become a beautiful young woman and chess prodigy!"

While the reporter was introducing her team, Beth pressed a hand into her swollen abdomen. By some miracle, she hadn't wet herself overnight, but wasn't sure for how much longer that would be true if she didn't do something about it soon.

"OK, but do you think we could do this later?" Beth asked, eyes flicking towards the bathroom. "I'm...err...not exactly...wearing...anything..."

"Well we were sort of hoping for a nude photoshoot," the woman asked, unperturbed. "Don't worry, this will be very professional, you'll have the utmost privacy."

Except everyone back home seeing me naked, Beth thought. She wanted to push back harder, but was in no position to do so; she didn't think wetting the bed in front of reporter was a good PR move.

"Fine, but can I at least go to the toilet first?"

"In a minute. We'd just like to get a few more of you in bed, first."

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"Please try and stop fidgeting, Beth. Just relax and uncross your legs, there's a good girl."

Beth did as she was told, twisting her body gingerly into the posture required, knowing that if she moved too quickly or too drastically, the dam would burst.

True to her word, the reporter didn't make her bare her most private areas, but they did **** Beth to expose just above every other inch of her body.

One shot seemed to blur into another: pretending to be asleep, her face framed with her messily arranged red hair; the bedsheet rolled down to her waist, hands cupping her breasts; lying down, her body curled around a chess board, staring longingly at the pieces; lying on her side, head propped up on her elbow, studying the chess board while the sheet was draped loosely across her torso and only just covered her crotch; lying on her back with her arms outstretched, pretending to laugh; sat on the edge of her bed, wearing the bed sheet like a toga.

When the shoot was finished, the nude girl bolted. She wrapped the sheet around herself and leapt out of bed...but the sheet was trapped under heavy photography equipment, causing it to slip through her grasp and send Beth tumbling to the floor. She quickly scrambled to her feet, arms thrown loosely across her torso, and barreled into the bathroom.

Beth collapsed onto the toilet, closing her eyes and finally opened the floodgates.

Privacy, at last. She was still a long way from getting out of this nightmare, but at least she was one tiny step closer...