In the neighborhood

(Originally by Stretchweasel)

Kate couldn't believe her luck. Right outside her door, directly under her bedroom window, in perfect framing of her camera, a strange car had elected to park. Clamped in the door of this car, for reasons that she did not witness, was the hem of a bath towel. The bulk of this towel, meanwhile, was wrapped around the otherwise apparently bare body of a very much distressed-looking woman. This woman was fit, leggy, sporting a deep brown complexion and a beaded set of braids that danced about her neck with every futile tug at her trapped garment. Kate fixed her camera on the stranger and let the film roll, confident that her hold on her modesty could not last long.

After a while, Kate grew impatient. In what must have been an off afternoon in her neighborhood, the distressed damsel down below had retained her towel for at least the thirty minutes she had been watching her. Deciding it was time for a new angle, Kate took her camera from its tripod, shifted her bikini into place, and went down to get things moving in the right direction.

"How did this happen?" Kate asked the stranger.

Her response came with an embarrassed not and a strained smile. "It's a long story."

Kate zoomed in on the woman's ass; with the last flap of the towel, she thought she almost caught a glimpse of something awesome.

"I suppose you'd be wanting a few hand-me-downs about now, wouldn't you?" Kate said.

"If you're talking about clothes, then yes."

"What would you do for some?"

"Do? Look, if you're some kind of creep, I'll have you know that... WHOOP!"

Kate swooped in to poke at the newcomer, poking at her exposed flesh and plucking playfully at her towel. She continued to tease her, building up to when the star of her next movie would finally fall out of her cover when the woman suddenly cast the towel aside and turned on her aggressor.

A set of handcuffs snapped closed between the cups of Kate's bikini, the other end leading to the handle of the car.

"What th-," said Kate, looking from her predicament to the cutoffs and tank top that were covering the scraps of loveliness that she had so recently assumed were nude. "You're not naked! What gives?"

"Guess who I am," said the woman.

"No."

"Whatever. I'm Max. Does that ring a bell?"

"Max... From 'Max Exposure Palace'?"

"That's the one."

"Why's your name 'Max?'"

"Because 'Maxine' makes me sound like I should have grandchildren."

"'Max' makes it sound like you should have something else entirely."

"Shut up. Now, you and I both know that you infiltrated my website with a hacked password and posted most of my material as your own. That's eating into my revenues, you hack."

"Oh, you pay sites have such an ego! You can't charge people for beauty! The female body is a thing to be shared!"

"So is a sea of pop-up ads, tracking cookies, and spam, judging by your site."

"I... Shut up!"

"But that's where we differ, I guess. I believe in providing people with a quality product for a modest fee, and you prefer to prey on anyone foolish enough to get caught up in your keyword spamming. But there is one very important credo we share..."

Max opened the door of her car, forcing Kate to jump to keep up with her own bikini as the door it was chained to swung away. Max produced a camera of her own, one which was clearly head and shoulders out of the league of Kate's.

"We both agree that the female body is a thing to be shared!" said Max.

Max pointed her camera at Kate just as she felt somebody's thumbs invade the straps of her bikini bottoms. Too slow she moved to intercept as they were yanked downward and ripped away from under her feet. She looked around to see a ginger-haired girl give a thumbs-up to Max and run away with her prize.

"Now, here's a video I'm pretty sure you won't be pirating!" said Max.