Jenny, a want-to-be exhibitionist

You like living in the city. You tell everyone it's the food, the entertainment, the people. But really it is the anonymity. There's no memory of you, and what you do today doesn't reflect on tomorrow.

Or at least so far it hadn't.

Things changed the spring Sunday when you went for a walk in the park.

The reason you liked to be an unknown is that sometimes you liked to go out of the apartment dressed for a little...risk.

Today, your outfit was a cute sundress with spaghetti straps that fell to mid-thigh and some cute sandals. And nothing else. Before going out, you checked the mirror. Your nipples were just noticeable through the thin cloth, but only to someone who knew to look. As you reached the sidewalk, you enjoyed the brush of the hem on your legs, and that fluttery feeling that came from the air just reaching between your legs, where the slightest of dampness was noticeable.

You walked sedately, sunglasses hiding your eyes, not drawing anyone's attention. By the time you reach the park, the flutter in your abdomen has become more noticeable, but you yourself draw no attention: people are playing games, kissing, chatting, drinking coffees.

It happens suddenly--as you enter one of the underpasses under a road, the wind kicks your dress up for the briefest of moments. You grab it and smooth it down, heart pounding, but certain no one saw anything.

You continue your walk, the flutter definitely stronger than it has ever been. But when you walk back through the underpass, a beautiful women a few years older than you approaches you from behind, so that you don't see her until you hear a whisper in your ear:

"That was quite a little display, love."

You blush but don't answer.

"Perhaps I should make a charitable contribution to buy you some underthings. Or maybe that's exactly what I *shouldn't do."

Smiling wickedly, she hands you a small embossed card.

"Maybe I'll see more of you sometime," she laughs, walking away.

You look at the card: the embossed part is of an old-style scale, a lock and a key resting on the pans of the scale. Otherwise, it has only a web address and a 16 digit code.

At home, you try the address.

"Welcome to AG. Please input your code."

Once the code is input, you find a website. You notice a banner at the top with a similar gold coin icon:

Your balance is 30 Gilt.

There are pictures of men and women obviously intentionally flashing in a variety of places, including in some cases completely naked in what appear to be normal stores, coffee shops or building lobbies.

A ping sound distracts you. You see that you have a message.

"I am so glad you decided to take me up on my offer. I'm having a little get together for friends like you on Saturday. Dress is casual--unless of course you prefer to come casually ...undressed...

Hope you can make it!"

There is also a link to the address and a door code to enter.

You heart pounds...are you brave enough to go?