Aftermath

Rojas sat in her well furnished lounge, trying to forget what had happened just hours ago but now felt a life time. She had been **** to answer all sorts of questions in the buff, out of harms way but in full view of everyone watching, every inch of her body now ingrained on the minds of friends, workers, rivals, viewers.

When they all returned from the Collective Dream, what she wanted to do was damage control and find out what had gone wrong. Alas before she could look into the device, everything piled on top of her. A bashful William had quickly come into her office, his eyes looking everywhere but at her, to explain the live-stream had gone wrong, instead of paying customers only it had gone onto their front page for free. Oh and the TV channels of Catco. Every single one. Nothing had been blurred.

Calls and emails had flooded in, from members of Obsidian North board demanding to know what had gone on, from employees seeking instructions, from media seeking quotes and interviews, from rivals expressing “sympathy”. She had chosen to ignore all these for now, leave them to her press team, but the tone of the “concern” and the helpful photo’s and videos just kept reminding her of what had happened.

She had tried to push her staff to play it down but William had argued back, claiming it was too big a global story and they would be seen as trying to cover things up, a phrase that made her blush, they had to go with it. He was backed by the staff journalists but also by the Collective Dream team who didn’t want their invention to be downplayed, it wasn’t the publicity they wanted but it was publicity.

So she had sought to have images blurred and the nudity played down but the first report on the Catco website was from the fashion desk, led by Kara, she and the other journalists talked if nudity would be part of this new world and if not, how to seek to avoid such a fashion disaster. Andrea couldn’t help but notice there were a lot of sample photo’s to show exactly what to avoid, all of her naked body. Advice included “make sure your grooming is properly done”, “be aware of potential glitches”, “how to cover properly and how not to cover” with an expert giving advice on “how to answer questions in the nude.”

Andrea wondered if this lifestyle hack had actually ever tried it, when your mind can’t focus on the questions or the answers as only things it can focus on is the need to cover as much of ones self as one can with only body to do so, being sensitive to the feeling of nipples on the arm or the hair on the hand protecting her pussy, the wind caressing her skin. The realization growing about all the people seeing her in all her glory, seeing that she was forever going to be recalled with chest out and legs open whenever they thought of her, that was naked, nude, starkers. It is one thing knowing to stand confident and give clear answers but in the moment she couldn’t help but squirm in her bent over position, her words mumbled and garbled as she struggled to clear her mind of the position she was in.

She had tried to concentrate on work but every time she looked at the faces of her staff, she could see how things had changed. The odd leer, some refusing to look her in the eye, the quiet little smirk’s while she could feel herself struggling to impose her usual level of authority. Even in the sanctity of her office, she was reminded by the ping of the email, the calls to her office phone, the look through the glass doors and the TV’s. The latter two were a great idea by Cat Grant in normal circumstances, one could see all the journalists without leaving the office while being head of a news giant it did help to keep abreast of the news.

However it was not so good if, say, Andrea wished to hide away from her staff and the world due to being seen naked by everyone. She didn’t want to see her staff and she certainly didn’t want to see them looking in or feeling they could come into her office “for a chat about recent events”. Unfortunately someone had taken the TV remote controls so she couldn’t turn them off, all stuck on news channels and their top story was of Andrea’s naked showing, her naked surprise, the Naked Collective Dream. With full showings of her naked body, in the interests of transparency. Even sports news seemed very keen to reference the potential of her device then quickly get sidetracked on discussions about the clothing issue. Which required footage, so people could follow their sporting talk, of an initially confident Andrea showing everything to the world and then squirming, covering to hide her naughty bits from the viewers eyes.

In the end she had decided to just get away from it all for the afternoon, leave her nightmare for tomorrow. She had left things in the hands of William and gone to the privacy of her own home, showered to try to ease the stress of the day then sat in her lounge trying to think of anything but her naked adventure. She had silenced her phone, was not looking at TV or her emails but she found it harder to shut out her thoughts, of the memories of the moment she looked down to see her pale flash greeting her sight and the sight of everybody, of the looks on the faces of everyone she knew.

She needed a distraction and though it had been the cause of her nightmare, her Collective Dream device could at least provide an escape from what had happened. At least she would be clothed in her other memories….