Leaving, and coming back

“Sure,” he said. “You’ve done your bit. You can go unless you want more tips.”

Oh god no. Mary shook her head, legs still shaking.

“Where are my clothes?” she said. he seemed surprised.

“Huh? Should just be where you left them,” he said, and looked down. “Girls sometimes steal them. Should’ve been more careful. Shit, oh well, we’ve got a couple of old outfits in the back, you can take one.”

What?! Mary whimpered, but followed his gesture to a back room. She stumbled inside and gratefully shut the door behind her.

It was the first second in a long, long time where she hadn’t been exposed to someone.

She took the least humiliating outfit, slipped it on, held all the various dollars clasped tightly in one hand, and tried to ignore the breeze up between her now-pantieless legs as she went back outside.

The instant she was out of the club, and out of view, she muttered ‘Shazam!’ to get some actual clothes for once. Gasping in relief, she ran home as fast as her powers would let her.

She’d been exposed, humiliated, groped, displayed, gone through the bar-none absolute worst night of her entire life, and all she had to show for it was…

She flicked through the bills. Her eyes widened, and she flicked through them again.

Ok. That was a lot of money.

No way.

No way. She was not considering this.

In a way, she thought of herself as the big sister to the team. She was responsible, she took care of them. And when it turned out that pretty much all her siblings were getting low on cash from accidentally lightning-burning their way through so much…

She’d leant out some of her ‘earnings,’ not mentioning where it had come from. It hadn’t lasted.

And they needed more cash.

And it had been the most humiliating thing she could imagine. But she had gotten through it, she had survived, even if she’d blushed at a few notes of certain songs for weeks after.

Fuck. She was a superhero, Lady Shazam as she’d been thinking of herself. She could not just moonlight as a stripper, let all those strangers ogle her naked body.

But she was also Mary Bromfield, big sister, and how was she meant to not help her siblings when she knew she could?

She wandered the city, pulling her hood up over her head nervously.

She’d survived one night. What harm could one more do it would be utterly humiliating, but then it would be over, and no one would ever know, and no one would know a superheroine was exposing herself.

Just get it over with.

She made it back to the strip club, shaking slightly.

“Wondered where the fuck you’d gotten to,” the same man as before said. Mary bit her lip.

“Can I…” her voice trailed off. Shit, she couldn’t even say it.

“Get back there,” he said.

Mary nodded, and hurried before she could talk herself out of it, trembling. Fuck, she couldn’t really be thinking about going through with this.

But it had been a lot of money. More than she could get doing anything else, and they needed it…

She donned the same outfit as before, and had brought with her the sexiest pair of her own panties she owned. They hugged her ass tightly, showing off most of the cheeks but still covering the crack, for what little it was worth, giving room for dollars to be slipped in. Lacy, dark, and actually covering her pussy.

That did nothing to improve the short outfit that was an embarrassing parody of her own costume. This time there was even a short white cape.

She took a deep breath. Then, nervously, Mary walked out onto the stage.

She was out there for a whole second before her eyes widened, she squealed, and stumbled back to the dressing area.

Oh no. Oh shit, shit, shit, of fucking course this would happen.

There were a few men sat in the front near the stage, staring in wonder at the women that danced. Tall, dressed in heavy trenchcoats that completely covered their bodies, and Mary knew their faces well enough to know that if those coats opened, glowing lightning bolts would be visible.

Of course Billy was still using his powers to sneak into strip clubs. Billy, and Freddy, and Eugene, and by the look of it Darla, though she at least just seemed to be staring, captivated at all the glitter.

Mary blushed bright red, reduced again to a whimpering wreck. She’d been dreading doing this enough, but now?

Now if she went out there, she’d be exposing her naked body to all her foster siblings.

Oh god.

“The fuck is it now?” the man said.

“I, I, there… there’s people I know about there,” Mary whimpered, clutching her dress nervously.

“Happens to everyone eventually,” he said. “Get over it and get on stage!”

She whimpered. Oh god, no, this couldn’t be happening. Not in front of Billy, not in front of all of them.

Mary bit her lip, then caught sight of the rack. Hastily she darted over to it, spotting a loose mask hanging from it.

Ok, it was plainly designed for sex appeal, but it was at least a mask. She quickly pulled it over her face, pulling her long, dark hair back to let her slip it on.

It wasn’t much. But maybe at least she could get through tonight without them knowing it was her boobs, her butt that they were staring at. If it went anything like last time, she knew that as soon as she walked into this place, she wasn’t going to be getting out until she took her clothes off.

She knew this was a terrible decision…

“O-ok,” Mary whimpered, nervously approaching the stage.

And even if she’d always know that her siblings had seen her naked, it was better if they at least didn’t know that it was her, right?