Call Taylor's bluff?

"Oh, you won't do it?" Taylor said, pulling out her phone. "Then, how do you spell your last name? I want to be sure I get it right when I post this video of you showering..."

"Don't post that!" Lauren objected desperately.

"There's only one way I won't," Taylor grinned, keeping her phone at the ready. "If you do what I say."

"I... I will!" Lauren agreed again desperately.

"Good. Then get streaking!" Taylor demanded.

Lauren realized how **** she was. She simply couldn't call Taylor's bluff. She couldn't risk her nude body getting broadcast across the internet, it would destroy her last shreds of dignity! So, reluctantly she started moving towards the door. She crept forward, clutching her chest, shivering and dripping wet. She opened the door and peaked her head out. It appeared nobody was around, but her trailer was across the park! Anyone could see her if she ran there naked! She couldn't do it, she just couldn't!

"Quit dawdling!" Taylor demanded.

Tired of waiting she smacked her hand on Lauren's bare, fat butt. Lauren squealed, stumbling out of the communal showers into the exposed world...