Barely Covered: A Race Through the City

Chapter 1: Exposed and On the Run

The cool morning air bit at my skin as I stood on the sidewalk, locked out of my apartment in nothing but my baby blue panties adorned with pink hearts—red splotches mocking me near my pussy and anus—and a purple bra with stars twinkling over my breasts. My keys were inside, my dignity was outside, and the city was already buzzing with judgmental eyes. I had to get to my sister’s place on the other side of this crowded hellscape, and I had to do it fast.

I tugged at the edges of my panties, as if that would magically cover more of my ass, and started speed-walking down the street. Whistles and catcalls followed me like a shadow. 'Nice hearts, sweetheart!' some jackass yelled from a passing car. I flipped him the bird without breaking stride. I’m not some damsel to be gawked at—I’m Lila fucking Voss, and I’ve got a spine of steel.

But then I saw her. Cassandra Reed, the reporter with a vendetta sharper than a switchblade. Her camera was already up, lens glinting like a predator’s eye. A few years back, I’d accidentally yanked her skirt down during a heated argument at a public event, exposing her pussy to a crowd of onlookers. She’d never forgiven me, and now, her smirk said she was here for revenge.

'Well, well, Lila,' she purred, sauntering closer, her heels clicking with purpose. 'Looks like karma’s got you in her crosshairs. Stripped down to your skivvies for the whole city to see. How poetic.'

I crossed my arms over my chest, pushing my breasts up defiantly in that star-studded bra. 'Cassandra, if you’re looking for a show, you’re gonna have to work harder than that. I’m not some shy little wallflower. Take your pictures—I dare you.'

Her eyes narrowed, but a hungry glint flickered in them. 'Oh, I will. But I’m not just here for a snapshot. I want the full story. How does it feel, Lila, to be so... vulnerable?' She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a taunt. 'Bet you’re sweating already, aren’t you? Panting under all that bravado.'

I laughed, sharp and biting, stepping into her space. 'Vulnerable? Honey, I’m a goddamn wildfire. And if you think I’m sweating now, stick around. I’ll have you dripping with envy by the time I’m done with this city.' My words were a challenge, my body inches from hers, the heat between us crackling like a live wire.

Her gaze dropped to my panties, lingering on the red near my pussy, and I saw her throat bob with a swallow. 'You’re all talk, Voss. But I’ll get my shot. I’ll see every inch of you laid bare.'

'Keep dreaming, Cassie,' I shot back, turning on my heel, my ass swaying with purpose as I pushed through the growing crowd. My heart was pounding, not from shame, but from the thrill. I was horny for the fight, for the game. I could feel the wet heat building between my thighs as I imagined turning the tables on her—making her beg for a taste of what she thought she could humiliate.

I darted into an alley, my breath hitching as I leaned against the brick wall, the rough texture scraping my bare skin. The thought of Cassandra chasing me, camera in hand, made me ache. I wanted to shove her against this wall, to feel her hard against me, to show her I’m no prey. My fingers twitched, itching to slide into my panties, to rub away the tension building in my core—but not yet. Not until I had her right where I wanted her.

The sound of heels echoed nearby. She was close. And I was ready to make this a game she’d never forget.