The School Library

She still couldn't believe it as she entered the library. The task she was given wasn't nearly as bad as what she was imagining. She thought she'd have to go streaking or take a photo of herself naked and post it. Instead, the blackmailer just wanted her to do some low stakes exhibitionism.

The text explained that he was a fan of her books and that he desperately wanted her to write an erotica novel, but that authors always say the best writing are ones that they can relate to so he needs her to relate to being an exhibitionist so she can write an erotica novel from the perspective of one. It felt stupid to her but it didn't make sense to argue with a blackmailer. At least not until she figured out where he lived and could send Genocide Jack/Jill after him.

It took her a few minutes but she finally found the part of the library she was looking for. A bookshelf with all her books on it. Despite loving to read and write, she never looked at that shelf. Being near there just felt wrong. Like she was a narcissist that wanted people to walk by the shelf, notice her books, and recognize her as their authors. So she always kept her distance, often reading at the opposite end of the bathroom.

Today, she didn't have that luxury. She needed to get one of her books specifically. After a glance around to make sure no one was looking, she finally did her task. She put her hands under her skirt and pulled down her panties. They were black and lacy, and she quickly put them into one of her books with the panties sticking halfway out. Anyone looking at the shelf would notice it easily.

She just hoped that no one would put together that the panties belonged to the books author. The same author that was in the library...