Kate Kane's Nude Life 3: Adjustment

The journey home had been doable in the end. Kate had needed to ask if she could use the parlor's phone (and had felt three pairs of eyes on her ass the whole time she was on the call) to get Mary to come pick her up. The hardest part had been figuring out who the best person to call had been.

Of the people she knew that were in Gotham and could afford to drive by on short notice, she'd ruled out her father immediately, and didn't quite feel up to facing Sophie just yet, which left her with surprisingly few options. Her step-sister was probably the least awkward option.

Kate had just needed to wait in the parlor, choosing to stand rather than sit any closer to the other visitors, until Mary's car had pulled up outside. Then she'd walked as briskly as she could, sitting in the back to limit how much Mary saw of her.

"Wow. I saw the news, I didn't actually believe it."

"Just drive!"

Luke had been the only other option - at least he knew that she was Batwoman, she could explain both the **** and the stakes to him, while she still couldn't tell Mary that. She could say she was being blackmailed, but then she'd have to explain what they had over her, and that would go in a direction she wasn't comfortable with - and someone like her father or Sophie would insist on tracking down the culprit, which would only out herself further.

Gender had been the deciding factor in the end. She'd just spent several minutes naked surrounded by men in the tattoo parlor, and after those stares the least worst option was probably being picked up by Mary. Even if Mary had to think she'd genuinely chosen to go nude 24/7, she at least wouldn't ogle quite so much.

Mary still shot disbelieving glances into the central mirror, as Kate curled up on the back seat and watched the streets rush by.

"So, that whole interview thing was real, huh?" Mary said.

"Sure," Kate said, distracted.

"Sure?" Mary said. "That's all you're saying?"

Kate didn't answer, looking down at her legs. There was nothing better for her to say - her only justification for all this was the script she'd read at the press conference, which she could barely remember. She couldn't explain why she was doing this any more than that.

Though that didn't change anything.

"Seriously?" Mary said.

Kate shrugged, red-faced, looking out the window. She kept low to better stay out of sight, trying to keep it looking casual.

"Fine. Whatever," Mary said. "We're here."

Running inside was her next step. Immediately, Kate went to her room, waving goodbye to Mary and trying to think. It was easier to focus when she was alone.

She could hypothetically dress here, she supposed - the world at large ought to never know. The problem there was explaining herself to her family. And, she supposed, the fact her blackmailer was a telepath meant there was a good chance that if she ever breached the terms of their agreement even in private, he'd know.

Looking longingly at her wardrobe, Kate nevertheless walked past it, sitting by her laptop. She booted it up, grimacing as the rough cushion of her home chair pressed against her ass. It still felt so unnatural for that texture to be against her skin.

She shot an email off to Luke explaining the broad strokes of her situation, then opened a shopping site to try and find a decent looking bag for her things. It was hard enough to find clothes with good pockets, and now she didn't even have those.

And all the while she browsed, a folder of her bookmarks was in the corner of her eye. Her gaze kept darting over to it, despite herself. She lasted long enough to place an order, and skim Luke's baffled response, before looking at her bookmarks.

She'd had a long day.

Within the folder was a list of sites, the names of which she didn't want to all be visible to anyone looking over her shoulder. Speaking of, she glanced back to make sure her door was closed, before skimming down them. Some sites were more typical porn, some were stories of experiences (real and fictional), but today her tastes were leaning in a certain direction.

She clicked on a site that was one of her regulars, dedicated to all manner of photos and videos of women in variously revealing situations. Some were more confident, others were clips from films and other videos that focused on the embarrassment, and others she could tell were giggling amateurs just trying it out; the videos were certainly fun to watch. Glad of any distraction, she clicked the tab for the latest uploads.

And came face to face with herself. Right at the top of the page was her press conference, with a suitably over the top title (all-caps, 'KATE KANE BUTT NAKED SPEECH! FULL FRONTAL! UNCENSORED VERSION!'), with an unblurred thumbnail that delivered exactly what the title promised. It was next to a blurred version that had been uploaded earlier. Both already looked like they'd gotten a lot of views and thumbs-up.

Quickly, Kate exited out of that window. She'd expected this, there was no way it wouldn't have happened, but she hadn't expected to be so immediately confronted with the reality. That was her, completely naked, for all the world to see - and more than that, there had been grainier shots of her around the streets of Gotham, offering yet more angles. (One title had even boasted of a new tattoo).

No videos then. She clicked on a bookmarked forum, hoping that a site more dedicated to text would be the distraction she needed. People wrote down stories, experiences, fantasies... She clicked into the past experiences board, got comfortable in her chair, and fingered herself to the much more enjoyable image of someone else naked in public. The story in question was a simple self-imposed dare, to try to streak to a friend's house, filled with risk, close calls, and being caught.

She came, groaning, some few minutes later, panting in her chair. She'd needed that to clear her mind. She shifted a little, and made a face at no longer having panties to help prevent a mess. She wiped her hand on her thigh, and stood up to pull out a spare pillow-case to sit on for the time being, legs unsteady.

The site was still open on her computer. When she sat down again, she paused, a thought crossing her mind - she backed out of that board, and clicked into a general section, making herself a quick burner account. Well, if there were any people in the world who had tips on going about their days in a city nude, it would be patrons of this site.

New exhibitionist in need of help!

Hi, I live in a fairly big city, and looking to spice up my life a little. If I wanted to streak to get around, does anyone know the best kinds of ways to avoid being caught? Ideal routes, best times to walk around, that sort of thing.

DM me if you want to talk specifics, not looking to share my home city in the main thread.

There. That was suitably vague, but would hopefully get her some tips. Kate clicked post and took a deep breath.

Now she just had to wait.

And then the door opened. Kate span around, instinct making her cover her chest with her arms - her father was in the doorway. Jacob Kane stood there, to see Kate with the very obviously explicit site open in front of her, thighs wet, and body completely bare, her boobs squashed together by her arms.

"Knock!" Kate said, bright red and pressing her legs together.

"Or what, I'll catch you changing?" Jacob said sarcastically. "Kate. We need to talk."