Barely Covered: A City Chase

Chapter 1: Exposed Beginnings

The city buzzed like a hive of horny bees, and I was the damn queen, albeit in a less regal state than I’d prefer. Locked out of my apartment in nothing but baby blue panties—pink hearts dotting the fabric, with cheeky red accents near my pussy and anus—and a purple bra with stars twinkling over my breasts, I was a walking wet dream for every perv in a five-mile radius. My mission? Get to my sister’s house on the other side of this crowded, judgmental hellscape without becoming the evening news.

I darted through the alley behind my building, my bare feet slapping against the grimy pavement, when a voice sharper than a stiletto heel sliced through the air. 'Well, well, if it isn’t the skirt-puller herself. Karma’s a bitch, isn’t she?'

I froze, my heart pounding harder than a jackhammer. Turning slowly, I saw her—Lila Voss, the reporter whose skirt I’d accidentally yanked down at a charity gala three years ago, exposing her bare pussy to a room full of gasping socialites. She’d never forgiven me, and now, with a camera crew in tow, she looked like a predator who’d just spotted a wounded gazelle.

'Lila,' I said, crossing my arms over my chest, though it did little to hide the stars on my bra. 'Still holding a grudge over a little wardrobe malfunction? You’ve got no class.'

She smirked, her red lips curling like a venomous snake. 'Oh, honey, I’ve got plenty of class. And soon, I’ll have footage of you parading through the city in your skivvies. Let’s see how you like being the naked headline.'

I stepped closer, my voice low and dripping with defiance. 'You want a show, Lila? Keep following me. I’ll give you something to broadcast that’ll make your ratings—and your panties—wet.'

Her eyes narrowed, but I caught the flicker of intrigue. She waved her crew forward. 'Stick with her, boys. This is gonna be gold.'

I turned on my heel, my ass barely contained by the thin fabric of my panties, and bolted toward the main street. The crowd was thick, a sea of gawking eyes and whispered snickers. I pushed through, ignoring the catcalls, my skin prickling with sweat as the summer heat and sheer embarrassment burned through me. Lila and her vultures were hot on my trail, cameras flashing like lightning in a storm.

I ducked into a narrow side street, panting, my chest heaving under the purple bra. That’s when I spotted him—a street vendor with a cart full of cheap tourist tees. He was tall, rugged, with a smirk that said he’d seen it all. 'Need a cover-up, sweetheart?' he drawled, holding up a tacky 'I Heart This City' shirt.

'Only if it comes with a side of dignity,' I shot back, snatching the shirt and tossing him a crumpled bill from my bra. 'Keep the change, stud. And keep your eyes up here.'

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on the red accents of my panties. 'Hard to do when you’re serving up a feast down there.'

I slipped the shirt on, but it was two sizes too small, clinging to every curve like a second skin. 'Enjoy the view while it lasts,' I said, winking. 'I’ve got places to be and a bitch to outrun.'

As I turned to leave, Lila’s voice echoed down the alley. 'You can’t hide forever, darling! I’m gonna strip you bare for the world to see!'

My pulse raced, a mix of fury and something hotter, more primal, stirring in me. If Lila wanted me naked, she’d get her wish—but not on her terms. I’d turn this chase into a game, and by the time I reached my sister’s, I’d have Lila sweating and begging for more than just a story. I could feel the tension building, my body already aching for a release I hadn’t anticipated. The thought of her watching, of everyone watching, made me wetter than I cared to admit. This city was about to get one hell of a show.