Originally posted to Deviantart on March 14, 2018. It was for a super power event.
The bathroom door opened and hot steam flooded the room. She stepped out while wrapping a towel around her soaking hair. Bearing a smile, she took a seat on the bed and found the remote. As the TV provided mindless background noise, she massaged the towel into her head. A phone chirped for her attention, so she picked up the device and slid her fingers over the screen.
Messages displayed, reminding her to get good rest. She smirked and silenced the phone. The towel fell to the ground, as her red, moist hair scattered over her shoulders. Then she stood up and went to her travel bag, and retrieved a hairbrush. Soft carpet tickled her feet before she returned to the humid bathroom. As she brushed her hair into a presentable form, the towel slipped from her chest slipped. Her hand caught it before it fell to the ground.
The towels she found in the bathroom were the softest to ever caress her. It glided onto her body and hugged her tender skin. Despite being damp, it possessed a pleasing touch. She didn’t want to remove it, as the clothes she planned on wearing were not as comfortable.
She bit her lip as she set the hairbrush down. Did she need to change into sleepwear? The towel felt heavenly, and she needed good rest. On top of that, she had earned the right to have a private room. Who would know?
A smirk appeared on her face, and her hands gripped the fabric. Every droplet of moisture she could find saturated the towel, leaving her dry. Without hesitation, she discarded the towel in a basket and found a new one. It’s warm, fluffy texture wrapped around her, earning a purr of delight. That would be her sleepwear.
Now feeling content, she took her seat on the bed again. She shut the TV off, bored with the local news. A giggle escaped her lips as she laid down on the soft mattress. It was something she never imagined before, but the towel felt amazing. Was she going to sleep with no other clothing on her body? Her playful legs squeezed together as she blushed. Toes clenched and feet kicked.
She reached for the hemline and took another glance at the door. A new idea danced in her mind, and it made her cheeks hotter. Could she do more than sleep like this? Her room was private enough, and there was still plenty of time for quality rest. Still, the thoughts still possessed a perverted nature. Doing what she was thinking of on a hotel bed seemed risky. It wasn’t space she was familiar with.
Still, there seemed to be no way any harm could come from it. Her smooth legs spread, parting the towel and exposing her warm thighs. A tongue slid over her lips, as her right hand approached her waistline.
Then she heard a banging noise. She perked her head up, looking at her door. More bangs followed.
“S-Stop it! Let go of me!” cried a desperate voice, muffled by the walls.
The redhead raised an eyebrow and rose to her feet. She rushed to the door and looked through the eye hole. “What the…?”
She saw two people. One was a woman dressed in a blue blouse and a matching skirt. The other was harder to see, but they were gripping this woman by the arm and pulling hard.
“You are coming with me, right now!” Came the masculine grunt.
“No! I’m not going with you! Leave me alone!” The woman begged.
She watched through the eye hole, stunned by the sight. Naughty thoughts flew away as a hand clenched into a furious fist. As she reached for the doorknob, she glanced at her towel and hesitated. It wasn’t meant for confronting people. Clothes better suited for that task were in her travel bag. Going out like this wasn’t an option. At least a t-shirt would do.
“Let me go! STOOOOOP!” The woman sobbed.
That cry made her grit her teeth. Damn the thoughts of embarrassment, someone needed her help.
The door burst open, and the towel glad woman leaped out. “Hey!” She barked, “you keep your hands to yourself!”
He glared at her and snarled. “You stay out of this! This doesn’t concern you.”
She planted her bare feet and took an aggressive fighting stance. The cool air conditioning reminded her of her limited attire. Her blush sustained its color, but embarrassment did not temper her fury. “Last warning.”
“H-Help!”
“I smacked her around, I’ll smack you around too!” He let go of the woman, balled his hand into a fist and moved in to attack the challenger.
At least, that was his plan. Every punch was a clean whiff.
She ducked, sidestepped, and blocked each effort. The man couldn’t come close to striking her. Soon she saw an opening, leaped into the air, and shoved her knee into his face. Although the towel fluttered and waved, teasing a view with every maneuver, its snug knot held.
The man stumbled backward and clutched his nose. “D-damn it!” He turned and began to retreat down the hallway.
She sighed and relaxed her stance before looking at the woman. “Are you alright?”
“Y-yes, th-thank you, you saved me.” The woman stood up on shaking legs and brushed brown curls out of her face. “W-what’s your name?”
“Courtney,” she said, adjusting her towel so it would be in place.
“I-I’m Penelope,” she trembled.
“Do you know that guy?”
“N-no, he just came up and started grabbing me, I don’t know what he was going to do, but… thank you,” she said.
Courtney glanced down the hallway and looked in the direction the man ran. “Hmm… he might go after someone else then. Run into my room, call hotel management, and tell them what’s going on. I’m gonna chase him.”
“W-wait… what? I mean, I saw you hit him really good but…”
“Oh don’t worry about me,” Courtney smirked. “I’m the captain of my martial arts team. I just don’t want him to get away.”
“B-but, you’re just in a towel!”
Courtney cringed. That woman had a point. Still, she couldn’t let someone so rotten be at large. “Some things are more important!” The redhead said. Without waiting for a response, Courtney sprinted at a breakneck pace. She had to take that guy down so proper authorities could bring him to justice.
As she ran, the towel fluttered and tickled her skin. Courtney reached down to keep the hemline in place, but it came at the cost of her top speed. She looked at the doors as she passed them. Nobody seemed to react to the commotion, as the hallways were vacant. So, she let the hotel air flap the soft fabric about, exposing her intimates.
When she caught up with the man, he was stumbling into an elevator. The man’s eyes widened as he noticed her. He mashed buttons as Courtney charged towards him. Despite Courtney’s effort, the door shut before she reached him.
“Damn it!” She snapped. Courtney looked at the lights and saw the man was going up, so she turned to the stairs. She made her way up, wasting no time thinking about how she appeared. That man had to be stopped, and she wouldn’t let anything get in her way.
Courtney reached the next floor above her and ran out of the stairwell to check the elevator. The lights were blinking for the top floor. “Damn it, where are you going?” She hissed, before running back to the stairs.
The concrete steps were cold to her naked feet, but they didn’t cool her resolve. She was angry, not just because she lost a relaxing evening. It wasn’t even that she was nearly nude. That man’s unforgivable attack on that woman needed punishment, and she was the one to do it.
When she closed in on the top floor, she heard the tapping sounds of frantic footsteps. Then, the clattering of a door. Courtney grinned. He trapped himself.
With all her agility, Courtney reached the top floor and shoved through the door leading to the roof. She paused and grasped her knees as she panted. Then she looked up and saw the man clutching his nose.
“Ha, nowhere left to run!” Courtney declared. “Now you can surrender quietly, or I can kick your ass again.” She cleared her throat. “Either way, hotel security and the police are going to be looking for you, and you’re trapped!”
He shook his head and balled his hands into fists. His crumpled nose muffled his voice. “Lucky shot! But you won’t get another!”
Courtney crossed and shook her head. “If you believe in luck, you’ve already lost,” she took her fighting stance and smirked. Her hand raised to taunt the man into making the first move.
The man answered and charged at her, swinging clumsy fists at the air around her.
It was almost too easy. Each punch missed clean, passing inches from her face. Every move he made passed without contact. She jumped back, letting the man trip in front of her.
Her target was wide open. Courtney’s feet left the ground, and she straightened her left leg. The kick crashed into his face and sent him tumbling to the unforgiving concrete. He placed a hand on his bruised cheek and looked at her.
He was grinning.
“What are you smiling about?” Courtney hissed, as she pulled her leg back, preparing for another strike.
“You throw a mean round-house. Maybe a bit too mean, but I’m not complaining,” he said, pointing to the ground in front of her.
She raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what he was talking about. Then she saw it. On the ground, sat the towel that concealed her body. A breeze caressed every inch of her skin, telling her what she already knew. The towel was ill suited for combat, and she was too aggressive for any knot to hold.
Courtney’s hands shifted into covering positions. One hand cupped between her legs, the other wrapped around her chest. “I… um…” Her face turned bright red. She shook her head. “That doesn’t make me afraid of you!”
He gripped the towel and stood up. “You’re as good as the rumors say. None of my students can beat you, and neither can I. But if you’re in jail for streaking, we won’t need to match your skills!” he laughed.
The nude girl’s eyes widened. “WHAT!?”
“Sorry Courtney!” said Penelope, stepping out from behind an air conditioning vent. She held a familiar bag in her hands.
“What’s going on!?” Courtney said, taking steps backward.
“You’re so good it’s not even a sport anymore! We’ve lost too many tournaments in a row, it’s time your team tasted defeat!” Penelope frowned. “So the hotel security are looking for a streaker. And you’re dressed just like one!”
“W-what!? You mean… you lied to me!” Courtney’s jaw dropped.
“I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d be in just a towel. That made this easier!” The man said. “Penelope, would you like the honor?” He said, presenting the towel.
“With pleasure, Sensei!” Penelope chirped and skipped towards him. She snatched the towel and stuffed it in Courtney’s bag. The brunette smirked at Courtney and held the bag over the edge. “This is the year of the Blue Wings!” She tossed it off the top of the hotel.
“Nooo!” Courtney ran for the ledge but stopped short. Her luggage bag plummeted to the ground, far out of her reach. All her clothes and any other means of cover were now ten stories away from her. There was no way to conceal her nude body.
“You won’t get away with this! When I get my clothes back I’ll…” She snapped her head towards Penelope and her mentor. They vanished. “Damn it! I should have figured, why else would he have run for the roof?” Courtney stomped her foot.
She shook her head. There were no other options, she had to either get her clothes back or find one of her classmates. If someone saw her dressed this way, she would be spending the tournament in jail.
The door creaked open to an empty stairwell. Courtney took a deep breath. She stood at the top of a ten-story building, and she wouldn’t see a friend until she reached the second floor. If she could reach any one of her friends, she could get out of this mess.
Each step of the concrete stairs felt colder than before. Courtney’s pulse still raced, and her breathing had yet to slow down. She kept her hands placed over her exposed intimates. Her hardened nipples poked against her forearm, reminding her of her undressed state. Proper clothing was far away. Even the gentle touch of the luxurious towel abandoned her.
Courtney didn’t have an excuse for how she appeared either. Claiming she was being a good Samaritan wouldn’t work, as the victim was part of a trap. Instead, she looked like a simple streaker out to have fun in the nude.
Once she descended several floors, Courtney began to calm down. She hadn’t heard anyone enter the stairwell, so it seemed like she was home free.
Then the door below her creaked open.
“They said the streaker might be on the roof,” said a voice.
“So the elevator doesn’t lead up there?”
Courtney’s eyes widened. She shot a look towards a nearby door. Floor six wasn’t her floor, but it was the only way to avoid detection. Those voices were likely hotel security or police. Either possibility made Courtney shiver. An arm stayed around her chest as she exited the stairwell.
Soft carpeting greeted her feet, but there was no time to appreciate its warmth. The naked girl held her breath as she crept up to a corner near the hallway. She heard the squeaking wheels of a cleaning cart. That meant the hallway wasn’t empty.
All Courtney could do was hide and try to think of a plan. She couldn’t use the stairwell, and there was no telling if the elevator was empty. Instead, she knelt down, trying to take up as little space as possible. Squeaking wheels grew distant, granting her a little more privacy. Courtney let out a breath and decided to check the stairwell. The door opened ajar, but it gave an obnoxious clack. Its hinges squealed, echoing into the stairwell.
“Did you hear that?”
“She must be close!”
Courtney slammed the door shut and turned around. Her pulse accelerated. She didn’t know if the elevator was safe, but she knew for sure that the stairwell wasn’t. The naked girl took another glance down the hallway. When she was sure she nobody would catch her, she bolted for the elevator and pounded the button to go down.
After a ding, the silver doors opened. Unfortunately for Courtney, it wasn’t empty. Another woman stood there, dressed in a one-piece swimsuit and had a towel in hand. “Whoa!”
“Ahh!” Courtney looked back to the stairwell and saw the doorknob turning. “S-sorry!” She jumped in and mashed the button to close the door. “Oh my god oh my god…”
The elevator dinged, and the doors sealed the two inside. Courtney sighed with relief as she felt the elevator begin to descend.
“Um, are you alright?” said the woman.
The naked girl gasped and rushed her hands back into covering positions. “U-um, y-yeah, I’m fine. J-just um… at the wrong end of a prank.”
The woman raised an eyebrow. “Really? Has anyone else seen you?”
“I um… I kinda don’t want to talk about it?” Courtney kept her eyes on the ground. She tried to hide her body as much as she could. Her hands squeezed her intimates tighter as if it changed her nudity. It didn’t and instead made her look more vulnerable.
“Aw come on, I won’t tell on you,” she winked. “Tell you what, I’ll let you borrow my towel if you tell me what’s going on.” The woman dangled the fabric in front of Courtney’s face.
Courtney stared at the fabric, seeing a chance at getting cover. Not only that, that woman had the same kind of towel she was enjoying earlier. She bit her lip as the numbers descended. “W-well, I’m the captain of my martial arts team, w-we’re here for the tournament. And our rivals showed up, and they tricked me and stole my stuff.”
“They tricked you? Shouldn’t you be strong of mind or something like that?” She fought off a laugh.
“I thought someone was getting attacked! So I rushed out to help them, but it was a stupid trap,” Courtney shook her head. “I can’t believe I fell for it.”
The naked girl put the palm of her hand to her face, feeling helpless, exposed and trapped. Then, a soft fabric hugged her back, bringing warmth with it. She looked and saw the woman placed the towel on her shoulders.
“Don’t feel bad, they’re the ones doing something low.” She said, caressing Courtney’s back through the cuddly fabric. It brought a soothing effect to Courtney, slowing her trembling.
“I know… they’re trying to get me arrested so I won’t be able to compete tomorrow.” Courtney said as she gripped the towel and wrapped it around her body.
“Sounds like they were either jealous or afraid of you. Either way, go ahead and borrow that towel. Meet up with your team, and tomorrow show those other guys what happens to cheaters.” She smiled at Courtney.
“Th-thank you!” Courtney stood upright as she assembled a firm knot near her cleavage. “You don’t know how much this helps me.” She stood, and despite the fact she was blushing, the redhead narrowed her eyebrows. When the elevator displayed the number two, the doors opened and she stepped out.
A light tap bounced off her bottom.
Courtney’s face illuminated with red as shot a look back behind at the woman in the elevator.
She was giggling! “Sorry, you have a cute butt, I couldn’t help myself, bye!”
The doors slid shut before Courtney could even process what happened. Was that woman being flirty with her? She shook her head and began to run down the hallway. Her team’s co-captain had a room near hers, and that was who she had to knock on.
Courtney sprinted down the hallway, her towel flapping the entire time. She skidded to a halt once she was close. A standoff was happening right in front of her friend’s door. There, her loyal friend Jessie stood in an oversized t-shirt.
“You leave her alone! She didn’t do anything to you!” the blonde demanded.
“Back off, this doesn’t concern you!” shouted the man’s voice.
“P-please, help me!” Penelope pleaded, struggling to get free of her mentor’s grip.
“Take your hands off her, NOW!” Jessie barked again.
“AHEM!”
All three of them turned their heads to see a towel-clad Courtney. The angry redhead was popping her knuckles while glaring at both Penelope and her mentor. She took her own fighting stance. “Last warning.”
Penelope and her mentor looked at each other and nodded. They both took off, sprinting as fast as their legs could carry them.
Jessie watched them flee, and then looked back to Courtney. “What was that all about?”
“Two people who got greedy.”