Lady Nude

I leave the lunch room and return to the office. There is no way I can get away with stripping naked here without being seen when I come back. I empty my bag on my desk, and run to the ladies room. I check that I am alone, then practically tear of my clothes off and stuff them in my bag. I place the bag in a corner, and break the safety mechanism preventing the window from opening more than two inches. Then I am out, and airborne.

The rain has just stopped, but the wind is still very strong. I quickly find Petrus Tower, and see the group of people stranded on the roof, and the helicopter wreck. The strong wind is fanning the flames on the floors below, soon it will reach the roof. Across the street, on a building slightly larger than Petrus, two groups of journalists with TV cameras and long zoom lenses are busily filming the disaster. I cannot help feeling angry that they are filming instead of helping, although there is really nothing they can do.

This time there is no point in arriving like a bullet, I will still get filmed. I land softly in front of the group. Some of them see me arrive and shout out in surprise, and I find myself the center of attention of around twenty people. I am painfully aware of being naked, and know that I am blushing.

"What's wrong, folks? Have you never seen a naked superhero land on a roof before?" I try to joke to hide my embarrassment.

They look at each other. "Not really, no," one of them replies.

"I'll evacuate you to the roof of the next building." I point at a smaller building next to Petrus Tower. It is upwind from the fire, and the roof is not full of journalists.

"Who's first?" I ask.

A young woman steps forward. I pick her up and jump into the air. She screams as we fly over the street far below, then I put her down on the roof. There is a door giving access to the stairs, but it is locked. I try to pull in the handle to remove the lock, as I did the other day, but just manage to tear off the handle. Instead I grab the door by the hinges, and pull it completely off. Then I fly back to Petrus tower.

Now everybody is ready to be evacuated, but since they cannot see how close the flames actually are, there is no panic. I pick up an elderly woman and fly her to safety. Next I take a young man. As I pick him up, he cannot help staring at my tits so close to his face. His blushes even more than I do.

Then I pick up a woman that seems vaguely familiar.

"I have seen you before," she says, as we take off. I realize that she has visited our office a few times, collaborating with my office mate John.

"You must have seen me on TV," I reply.

Finally, I have ferried everybody over to the next roof. Not a single one of them have thought shelter or gone down the stairs, they all look at me when I land with the last person.

"Thank you, Lady Nude," a young man says. "Can I take a selfie with you?"

Without waiting for an answer, he pulls out a phone and steps up next to me, with the fire in the background. He puts one arm around my shoulders, and hold out the other arm to take the selfie. As a reflex, I smile at the camera. Then another guy steps up and does the same. I am mortified. I am the naked girl on these young men's selfies. Only porn stars do this!

Then the first one returns. "Why is your face blurred on the photos?" he asks. "Well, I will recognize you wherever I see you again. Thanks for saving our lives". Then he hugs me.

I almost break down in shame, turn my back to them all, and fly away. Right at this moment, the rain returns. Minutes later, I am hovering outside the ladies room where my clothes are. I use the x-ray vision to make sure that it is empty, then I fly back in and close the window. I am soaked from the rain, but there are no proper towels here. I try to dry myself with a stack of paper towels. Fortunately, the bag with my clothes is still there.

When I am reasonably dry I realize that I could probably have dried myself faster with some superpower. I pick up my panties, but just as I am about to put them on the door behind me opens. I turn around, and see my office mate Karen.

"Oh my God, why are you naked? And your hair is all wet! Did you see on TV, the Lady Nude ..." She stares at me, mouth agape. "Oh," she says as she realizes the truth.

I may have a superpower that hides my face on TV, but now all my colleagues will know that it is my body they have been watching! And they will see it again and again, I cannot let people die for my modesty.

THE END.