Shannon's revelation

There was a camera in the room?

She looked down at herself. Of course, she was still totally bare ass naked. Her little nipples had erected like diamonds throughout the many minutes she had spent undressed in the not so warm room. And her fiery pubic hair in the shape of an arrow was pointing at her exposed slit. She could practically see the blush travel from her neck to her navel at this realization. She was being recorded.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkk!!!" she immediately hugged her body with her arms and clenched her thighs together.

She franctically looked around the room to find the camera, but she couldn't see anything. As a detective, she had a pretty good understanding of what sizes cameras came in, but the room had nothing similar. It was a relatively empty room. It must have been a micro camera, which were extremely expensive by the way, or it was just a bluff. But why would it be a bluff?

"Turn off the camera! Now!" she yelled at the mic. "This is outrageous! You cannot record events happening in the decontamination room!"

"No need to worry, sweet pea" came the next message, "Not interested" and then a bit later the words "in what little you have to offer" were added.

"How dare you?!" exclaimed Shannon, her face flushing at the insult. So there really was a camera. "My boss will hear of this. They will sue you out of every credit you've got!"

"No they will not" came a new message. "Women like you would never put such a moment in their reports"

"Women like me?" wondered Shannon. Though she knew the person was probably right. She would never put this embarrassing situation in any report. It was bad enough it happened. She definitely didn't want the entire station laughing at her because of it. "What do you mean women like me?"

"Women like you: flat chest"

"Excuse me?"

Then the messages went on, "...tiny tits, flattie, mosquito bites, titless, flat as a board..."

"Enough."

"... roses are red, tires are black, why is your chest as flat as your back..."

"I said enough!" screamed Shannon. She had never been so humiliated for a decade now. She thought those days were well past behind her. And this faceless nobody was having a blast at her expense.

"I still had a couple more" showed the screen.

"Get me in contact with your superior. And get that camera offline!"

"I have no superior" came the next message, "But we will meet soon".

"I don't want to see your ugly mug. And you got to have a superior. You can't just..." then Shannon stopped mid sentence as she heard movement right outside her door.

"Police will escort you to me" came the next message. Then the previous computerized voice added, "Have a pleasant stay on Urma 7, sweet pea."

And Shannon just stood there, naked as the day she was born, when the door to the decontamination room opened.