Helping out

Nora skidded to a halt in front of an office building, only to shriek, wrapping her arms over herself.

"Shrap," she muttered, looking around the street in a panic. There were dozens of people all around her, all the busier from people being herded out of the office building. Somehow she'd ended up running out into the middle of them.

Her legs felt weak, shaking from the feel of the run over there, the air whistling past her bare skin at supersonic speed. And it still wasn't over, she was still naked, still reeling, and she barely knew what was going on. She hadn't wanted to strip suddenly at home, and she definitely hadn't wanted to run over to help her dad while she was still nude! But somehow she'd done it anyway.

It was only as she focused enough to hear people catcalling that she wailed again, and glanced around to try and find anything she could use for cover.

She spotted a loose blanket hanging out of a cop car, probably used for treating shock, and in a rush of lightning ran up to it, picked it up, and wrapped it tightly around her shaking body. The light wool rested comfortably against her boobs, considerably looser around her lower half. It didn't reach her knees, but it was so, so much better than being naked.

Then she tried to find her dad. If she was here, she might as well help. It didn't cross her mind to leave; something made her focus on helping Barry.

She spotted the Flash talking to a few cops on the scene. She hurried over, and Barry did a double take when he saw her.

"N- er, XS," he said. "You sure you want to be here?"

"What do you need?" Nora said.

"Right, um, ok," Barry said. "Apparently there's been a bomb threat. We need to search the building, up for that?"

"Sure!" Nora began. "You take the right, I take the..."

Her eyes vaguely drifted over the crowd, and in among the many, many who were eagerly paying attention to the recently-naked speedster, was a face Nora recognized fairly quickly. Spencer Young! She loved Spyn Zone, Spencer's reporting blog.

Oh god, of all the people to be seen in this humiliating situation by-

It was a second before Nora realized she'd thrown her blanket away. She shrieked, and sped over to where it had fallen, bending over and unwittingly pushing her firm ass up in the air to try and pick it up, but she failed to put it on.

For a horrified moment, Nora looked back. She took in the sight of just how many people were like this, her slender form entirely naked in front of all of them. It was, without a doubt, the most humiliating moment of her entire life. She screamed again, and vanished in a streak of lightning; rather than run away however, she went into the building.

The compulsion to help was still strong in her, and at least everyone had been evacuated from inside.

She sprinted through the first floor at what felt like a higher speed than she'd ever moved before, then ascended to the second before taking a break, slumping back against the wall, the plaster coarse against the bare skin of her back. She panted, for the moment glad no one was looking at how her chest heaved.

Why was this happening to her?! Not only had she just been exposed in front of her mom and her dad in the same minute, but so much of the city had seen her, on top of Spencer, the awesome reporter lady she'd been following and kinda-sorta crushing on. Nora whimpered, still shaking.

They'd seen her. Seen every private, intimate part of her, out in the open.

"XS?!"

Wait, whose voice was that? It sounded like a woman. Nora whimpered, speeding into a nearby room, giving it a once over to make absolutely sure there were no cameras and no one hiding inside it, and slammed the door shut. Then opened it a crack, peeking through with only her eyes visible, trembling.

Someone climbed the stairs. Was that... Spencer Young? What was she doing here?!"

"XS! Come over here, would you?" Spencer said.

Nora wailed as she suddenly found herself opening the door and hurrying over to Spencer. She came to a stop, bare feet on the carpet, legs straight, and for an awful second every inch of her front there for her sort-of-crush to see. She yelped, and crossed an arm over her small boobs, though her even small arm did a terrible job at doing anything to hide her cleavage or underboob, and tried to hide her pussy.

Spencer just smiled. Nora's cheeks burned and she tried very, very hard not to think too much about the look in Spencer's eye. Any other time and she'd have been flattered to have a woman she liked look at her like that, but not when she kept ending up naked in public!

"No need to be shy around me," Spencer said. "Arms by your sides."

Nora squealed as she found herself obeying. She stared at Spencer, confused, and started to tear up, still shaking, still beyond humiliated that this was happening to her.

"Wh-wh-why are you in here?" Nora said.

As far as she was concerned, Spencer was just a cute innocent outside who was in a building subject to a bomb threat. Whatever was making her naked had happened when Spencer wasn't around, after all, this was just one more embarrassing ordeal.

"Oh, it's easy for me to talk my way past anyone," Spencer said. She smirked. "I'd just _love _an exclusive with my favorite speedster, especially now I know she's as adorable as you. If you don't mind me asking, was there any reason you turned up without your costume this time?"

"I- I don't know," Nora whimpered. "I took everything off at home. In front of my mom! Today just keeps getting more and more shrappy."

"Your mom?" Spencer said. She frowned, then after a second chuckled. "By any chance, would she be a journalist?"

"Huh, yes, how did you..."

"Never mind," Spencer said. She chuckled. "Now, onto why I came in here... Let's see, there's one little thing I want you to do. Make sure this is working."

"Make sure what's working?" Nora said.

"Never mind that," Spencer said. Her eyes lit up, sliding up and down the trembling Nora's exposed body.