Going public

Moriah held her hands strategically over her front to try and hide her brightly-coloured underwear as she made her way back across the car park to her car. Around her she heard gasps of astonishment and enthusiastic comments, as well as the occasional appreciative car horn.

"This is not the sort of fame I had in mind when I started my channel." Moriah muttered to herself. She reached her car, which she had left unlocked, and got in. She reached to her pocket for her keys to start the engine, but felt only her bare leg. Of course, no jeans meant no pocket, and no pocket meant no keys.

Moriah grabbed her phone from the passenger seat to call for help, get one of her family to bring her some clothes. But as she swiped the screen, before she could go to her contacts, she saw her Twitter feed lighting up.

"New video?" she read her messages, puzzled, "I haven't posted..." she tapped a link, which brought up a YouTube video, "Moriah Elizabeth hot strip tease." she started it playing and recognised it straight away. She had left her camera in the store, which had recorded her losing her jeans and t-shirt, then someone had found it and posted the footage online. She scrolled to the comments.

"Woah, hot mama!"

"Fantastic ass!"

"How can she do this, she knows she has a fanbase of young girls!"

"She'll do anything for views. Hot body, though."

Moriah closed the browser and looked at the store. She needed her camera back, so she could get the video taken down and not have it go back up again. And she had to act fast, before people made copies.

Leaving her car, Moriah covered her underwear again and ran back to the store. She entered and looked at a group of employees standing around the registers.

"Um, I left something behind in here." Moriah began.

"Like your clothes?" one of the employees suggested.

"Well, yes. But also..."

"Love the unicorns!" a female employee laughed.

"Er, thanks. Look..."

"We're definitely looking, don't worry."

"Stop it! Who has..." Moriah stamped a foot and splayed her arms in frustration, the sudden movement causing her bra clasp to snap and the bra to fly from her body, "My bra!"

"Not you anymore!" a girl replied, looking from the bright pink bra lying on the floor, to Moriah's exposed breasts, pink nipples hard, which she quickly clasped both hands over.

"Please, give me back my bra! And my camera!"