Laura is bamboozled into exposing herself in the hotel´s gym.

The kid grabbed my hand and dragged me to the other side of the room. We seemed to be in a storage closet of some kind. “My mom sings for the hotel, so we live here for free. I know this place like the palm of my hand.” We stopped in front of another door. “Go straight and then cross the pink door. Take the first left in the hallway and you should be there.”

I pressed my face against the wooden frame. I could hear people on the other side. The other room wasn’t empty. I looked at the kid, he gave me a thumbs up. Could I really trust him? Maybe this wasn’t the best of ideas. “Come on!” the kid yelled. He opened the door and pushed me outside. I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

When I gazed up, I could see a dozen puzzled faces looking down on me. Men and women in sports clothing stopped their routines to stare at my body. That brat pushed into the middle of the hotel’s gym. I could hear his laughter from behind me. Nonetheless, there was a pink door on the other side of the room, so I got up and made a break for it.

“How scandalous!”

“Where is your towel?”

“Wow, nice rack.”

“The spa is that way.”

I was definitely calling the attention of everyone around. How could I not? It was hard to not stare at a crazy half-naked woman that appeared out of nowhere. Especially when that person was the most beautiful private eye on this side of the coast. I closed my eyes and tried to block the comments. Bad idea. I crashed into some dumbbells and fell to the floor ... again.

“Girl, you forgot this!”

I opened my eyes and saw an upside-down woman waving my panties into the air. Wait, that made no sense. Right, I was the one upside down … No, wait! Why did she have my panties? I saw the kid giggle behind her. The brat not only pushed me, but he lowered my panties before he did. No wonder I tripped. I must have left them behind in my mad dash …Wait, if those were my panties, that meant…

A flash of light blinded my eyes. One of those Japanese tourists entered the gym and took a photo of me. I squealed like a cat in pain. If those were my panties, then the whole gym was looking right at my …

I rather not finish the thought. I quickly stood up and turned towards the pink door. Yes, I was leaving my last piece of clothing behind, but if I had to streak all the way to my panties and back, there was a very real possibility that I would melt in shame. I crossed the pink doors to the sound of cheers and whistles. A couple more flashes illuminated my bare behind as I closed the door. The Queen was going to pay for this…