Samantha Uncontrolled

[Rawr112]

Come on do more chapters
If you’re out of ideas rather then mass public exhibitionism just get her to put on clothes again and do something more humiliating later. there has been heaps of ideas suggested. The blackmail angle with Samantha’s rivals is great.

[Debbifan]

Come on do more chapters

We have to be patient. The author did warn that because of circumstances updates would be less frequent. It may have been an idea to have shorter chapters but with more frequent updates but we all have different ways of working. And the need for translation adds another layer of complexity.

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More plz

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6 weeks later, pls don’t abandon story

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My arms immediately crossed in front of me, trying to cover my chest while my thighs instinctively clenched in a vain attempt to protect my nakedness. But there was nothing that could really hide me.

Megan let out a low laugh, crossing her arms as she watched me with blatant satisfaction.

"God, Samy, look at you... From a serious and arrogant professional to this."

Amy, on the other hand, didn't laugh.

She didn't take her eyes off me.

She wasn't like Megan, or Julia or Carla, who always had a mocking expression when they saw me like this. Amy looked at me with something different.

Her eyes slowly scanned my body, from top to bottom, as if her mind was still trying to process what she had in front of her.

I could barely breathe under her scrutiny.

I had always been used to Amy seeing me dressed impeccably, with my silk blouse neatly pressed, my tailored blazer, my perfectly matched heels. That was the image she had of me.

But now... now she only saw naked skin.

Amy finally blinked and shook her head, as if she couldn't believe what she was witnessing.

"I can't believe you're like this..." she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Megan smiled, delighted with her reaction.

"Isn't it surreal? A few hours ago she was in her office, with her elegant work clothes and her usual attitude, and now look at her. Nothing's left of that."

Amy didn't respond right away. She kept looking at me.

I felt her gaze like needles piercing my skin, as if every thought that went through her head was reflected in the way her eyes analyzed every inch of my body.

Finally, Amy took a breath and looked me straight in the eyes.

"I can't believe you're like this... and in this place."

Her tone was serious. There was no trace of mockery in her voice, just pure disbelief.

Neither can I...

Megan leaned slightly towards her with an expectant smile.

"Well, Amy, now that Sam is ready, tell me... what do you want me to do?"

The silence stretched.

Amy didn't respond immediately.

She seemed to be thinking calmly.

And that terrified me even more.

The silence in the room became thick. Amy still hadn't responded, her eyes fixed on me, analyzing every detail, every tremor of my body as I tried to cover myself. She wasn't used to this. She had always been the one in my position, the one who felt helpless, the one who had to obey. But now everything was different.

Megan noticed it.

"Don't know where to start, Amy?" she asked with a mocking smile, crossing her arms. "It's normal. You've never been on the side of the one giving the orders, right?"

Amy looked away for a second, as if processing the situation.

"I... I don't know what to do," she finally admitted.

Megan let out a light laugh and patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, that's what we're here for," she said with amusement. "Let me give you some ideas. You don't have to do anything extreme. With the situation Sam is in now, anything, no matter how small, will have a huge impact on her."

My breathing quickened.

"You don't have to do this, Amy," I said in a desperate attempt. "I wasn't to blame for what happened to you in the park."

Amy slowly turned her head towards me. Her expression changed immediately.

"You weren't to blame?" her voice sounded sharper, with a hint of resentment I had never heard before.

I swallowed.

"No! I didn't mean to—!"

"Shut up!"

The firmness in her voice hit me like a bucket of cold water.

My lips closed immediately.

Amy held my gaze, her posture firmer than ever. She was no longer the nervous and shy girl I knew. Now she had the control.

Megan smiled with satisfaction.

"Wow, Amy, and you haven't even started, and she's already obeying you," she said with amusement. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

Amy didn't respond. But I saw the slight curve on her lips.

Yes, she was feeling it.

Megan let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Well, I think you already have enough advantage here. The only thing left is to make sure Sam has no way out."

Amy looked at her, as if understanding what she meant.

Megan smiled.

"Why don't you give me your backpack and I'll take her things?"

My eyes widened.

"No, wait—!"

Amy didn't even look at me when she spoke.

"Yes, take it. We'll meet anywhere in the theater later."

I couldn't believe it.

Megan grabbed the backpack with enthusiasm, as if it were a treasure, and headed towards the door calmly. Before leaving, she turned and gave me one last mocking look.

"Have fun, girls."

And with that, she left, taking with her the last thing that connected me to my clothes.

The sound of the door closing behind Megan echoed in the small room like a dry slap, leaving me alone with Amy.

My whole body shuddered.

My mind screamed, but I couldn't do or say anything.

I had nothing.

I had no clothes.

I had no way to regain my dignity.

Just my own hands, clumsy and insufficient to cover myself completely.

I curled up against the wall, trying to make myself as small as possible, my skin completely exposed to the cold air of the place. I crossed my arms over my chest and squeezed my thighs together in a desperate attempt to cover myself. But nothing was enough. There wasn't enough space to hide.

And Amy...

Amy was watching me.

Not with compassion.

Not with nervousness.

With control.

She took a moment to observe me in complete silence. As if she were enjoying the weight of the situation, feeling for the first time what it meant to have power over me.

I couldn't look her in the eye.

I didn't dare.

Not after everything that had happened.

The air in the room was thick, charged with overwhelming tension.

Then, Amy spoke.

"Wow, Sam..." she said in a tone I had never heard before. Almost mocking, almost condescending. "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

My lips parted, but I couldn't respond.

She smiled.

"That's what I thought."

She walked slowly towards me, with a strange confidence in each of her steps. She wasn't the Amy I knew. She wasn't the Amy who looked away when she talked to me in the office, or the one who tried to avoid eye contact when I spoke to her seriously.

This Amy didn't shy away from looking at me.

She crossed her arms and tilted her head, as if remembering something.

"You know, Sam... This reminds me a lot of what you made me go through."

My chest rose and fell with irregular breaths.

Amy didn't avert her gaze.

"Do you remember when you took me naked through the entire office, Sam?" she asked with a light tone, but there was resentment in her eyes. "You told me it would be a 'tour', but all you did was exhibit me on every floor as if it were a joke."

My hands trembled, clutching my own skin tightly.

Amy didn't finish.

"And what about the rooftop?" she continued, her voice lowering slightly but without losing firmness. "That was your favorite part. Do you remember? The company event, everyone well-dressed, chatting with clients... while I hid under a table, trembling with fear because at any moment someone could discover me."

I bit my lip hard.

I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell her that I hadn't planned any of that, that it wasn't my fault.

But my words meant nothing at this moment.

Not while I was like this, curled up, completely vulnerable and at her mercy.

Amy took a step closer.

"And what about this place, Sam?" she murmured with a smile. "Because I was here too. And you know it."

My whole body tensed.

Of course, I remembered.

I had brought her here myself.

I had brought her in the car without anything on to look for some papers.

I had made her live a nightmare on the outskirts of this theater.

And now, fate had turned in her favor.

I had no excuses.

I had no arguments.

I had nothing.

Amy looked me up and down, with an intensity that made me feel even more naked than I already was.

And this time, she didn't look away.

My lips parted slightly, my breath still trembling. I had to speak. I had to explain to Amy that this wasn't fair, that what had happened earlier wasn't my fault, that I hadn't wanted her to go through any of that.

"I... Amy, you have to understand..."

But at that moment, the sound of voices on the other side of the door paralyzed me.

They were people walking down the hallway, chatting casually, unaware of what was happening inside this small room.

My body reacted before I could think.

A muffled squeak escaped my lips, and without realizing it, I curled up even more, squeezing my thighs and crossing my arms tightly in a desperate attempt to cover myself. My skin immediately prickled, and I felt a shiver run from my nape to the tips of my toes.

Then, I heard something that froze me.

Amy... laughed.

It was a low, taunting laugh, as if my reaction had seemed really funny to her.

I lifted my head in disbelief and saw her smiling, enjoying the scene.

"Wow, Sam... So this is how it feels to be on the other side," she commented lightly, not hiding her amusement.

I couldn't believe it.

Amy knew exactly how I felt at this moment. She should be the only person here who understood how terrifying this was.

And yet, she was laughing.

The voices in the hallway moved away, and when the silence returned, Amy looked me straight in the eyes.

"Save your words, Sam," she said with a coldness I had never heard in her voice before.

I swallowed, feeling my mouth go dry.

"But... Amy, please, listen to me, I—"

"No."

Her voice sounded firmer, leaving no room for argument.

"I don't want to listen. I'm not interested in what you have to say. The only thing that matters is that now you're going to do exactly what I say."

A shiver ran down my spine.

Amy took a deep breath and crossed her arms over her school uniform, her posture relaxed, confident.

"Because if you don't obey... I'll tell Megan, Julia, and Carla to leave. To leave you here, alone, in this theater, with nothing."

My heart skipped a beat.


She couldn't do this to me.

She couldn't.

But when I saw her gaze, her posture, her unwavering expression... I knew she meant it.

Reality hit my chest like an unstoppable wave.

Amy had the control.

And I had no choice.

I clenched my lips tightly, feeling the shame burning my skin, and finally... I nodded my head.

I waited for Amy to speak.

I waited for her to tell me what she wanted me to do.

She smiled. Because this time, it wasn't her who was trembling.

The air in the room was becoming heavier. I was still curled up against the wall, my skin completely exposed, my arms trembling in an impossible attempt to cover what was already impossible to hide.

Amy, on the other hand, seemed more and more comfortable in her new role. She had gone from uncertainty to firmness in a matter of minutes. Her posture was relaxed, her breathing calm. Her school uniform contrasted sharply with my state, as if her clothing represented the control she now had over me.

Then, without saying anything, she put her hand in the pocket of her skirt and took out her cell phone.

I saw it immediately.

My muscles tensed.

"No... Amy, wait—"

The sound of the shutter echoed in the small room.

A shiver ran down my spine.

Amy smiled, looking at her phone's screen calmly, as if she were checking any casual photo.

"Hmm... This is interesting," she murmured, tilting her head as she swiped her finger across the screen.

My breath quickened.

"Delete that!" I exclaimed, feeling panic settling in my chest.

Amy didn't even look at me.

"Why would I do that?" she asked, her voice devoid of any trace of nervousness. "It's the first time I've seen you like this, Sam. I don't get this opportunity every day."

Another click of the shutter.

My entire body trembled.

Amy looked up and observed me attentively. She was analyzing me.

Not with fear.

Not with doubt.

With amusement.

I could see in her eyes how something inside her was changing. She was enjoying it.

She had always been on the other side, always the one suffering, the one trembling while someone else made the decisions. But now she was the one in control, and I was the one left defenseless.

And she liked what she saw.

"Come on, Sam," she said suddenly, with a light tone. "Strike a pose for me."

My blood froze.

I looked at her in disbelief.

"Wh-what?"

Amy placed a hand on her hip and sighed with feigned patience.

"Come on, make it more interesting. Put your hands behind your head, or tilt your hips a little. Something. You look too stiff."

My entire body tensed even more.

"No! That's... that's crazy!" I protested, hugging myself tighter.

Amy let out a soft laugh.

"Is it crazy? Why? Wasn't it the same thing you did to me when you took me to the rooftop and forced me to hide under a table at the event?"

My mouth went dry.

"That... that wasn't my idea," I tried to say quietly, but even I didn't believe it myself.

Amy took a step closer.

"Maybe it wasn't," she murmured with a slight smile. "But that doesn't change the fact that now you're the one in my position."

I was still trembling, clinging to my own skin, with desperation growing in my chest.

Amy shrugged and, with a sudden movement, walked towards the door.

I followed her with my eyes, panic rising in my throat like a suffocating knot.

"Amy... what are you doing?"

Amy placed her hand on the doorknob and smiled.

"If you're not going to cooperate, then maybe I should leave the door slightly open," she said naturally. "If someone walks by in the hallway... well, I guess it would be your fault for not obeying me."

My skin immediately prickled.

"No! Don't do that!" I pleaded, feeling my knees almost buckle.

Amy observed me calmly, waiting for my reaction.

Amy slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door just a few centimeters.

The sound from outside rushed into the room, hitting me like a gust of reality.

I heard footsteps.

Voices.

The echo of people walking through the theater corridors, some talking calmly, others laughing. They were so close.

My skin immediately prickled, my muscles tensed, and a muffled whimper escaped my lips as my body instinctively curled up.

No. No. No.

My arms tightened their grip on my body, my legs trembling uncontrollably. Every fiber of my being screamed danger, a suffocating sensation of pure terror running from head to toe.

Amy didn't take her eyes off me.

She didn't need to say anything.

Her smile said it all.

She was enjoying every second of my reaction.

Seeing me like this, in a state of complete vulnerability, seemed to give her a strange pleasure, as if she finally understood what it meant to be on the other side.

I bit my lip hard, trying not to sob.

Then I saw her hand slowly move towards the door, opening it a bit more.

"It's okay!" I exclaimed in a frantic whisper. "It's okay, I'll do it! I'll do whatever you want, just don't open the door any further!"

Amy paused.

The silence between us was heavy.

My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears.


Amy tilted her head, studying my expression, making sure my surrender was complete.

Finally, with a slight satisfied smile, she closed the door again.

My knees almost gave way at that moment.

Amy put her phone back in her skirt pocket and crossed her arms.

"Well. I'm glad you finally understand."

I didn't respond. I couldn't.

I just lowered my gaze, my breathing still erratic, my skin burning with humiliation.

Amy waited for a moment, as if wanting the weight of the situation to fully sink in, and then took out her phone again.

"Now, the first thing I want is to take some more pictures. But this time..." her smile widened, "I want you to let me photograph you."

My entire body shuddered.

God... this is only getting worse...

Amy held her phone calmly, the screen's glow reflecting in her eyes as she aimed the camera at me.

I remained tense, every muscle in my body rigid, my arms still trying to cover what I could, though I already knew it didn't matter.

"Come on, Sam," she said with an almost impatient tone. "Don't just stay there curled up. Do something more... interesting."

My mouth went dry.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

Amy looked around the room.

It was a small space, with old plaster walls and some metal shelves filled with boxes. In one corner, there was a coat rack with some costume pieces covered in plastic. A full-length mirror leaned against the opposite wall, its frame worn by time.

Her smile widened.

"Let's see... why don't you do something with the mirror?"

My stomach sank.

Amy pointed the camera directly at it.

"I want to see how you look from another angle."

I immediately shook my head.

"No. I'm not going to do that."

Amy sighed.

"Do you want me to open the door again?"

My skin prickled.

I knew she wasn't joking.

With trembling steps, I turned towards the mirror, avoiding at all costs looking directly at my own image. I couldn't face my own reflection in that state.

The sound of the shutter resonated in the room.

Amy took a picture of my back, capturing my silhouette reflected in the glass.

"Wow, Sam..." she murmured with amusement. "You've always looked so... serious in the office. And look at you now."

I clenched my lips tightly, feeling the heat in my cheeks.

"Now..." Amy pointed to the coat rack. "Lean on that."

My eyes widened in horror.

"What?"

Amy smiled patiently.

"Just put your hands on it. As if you're checking the clothes. Nothing difficult."

I knew exactly why she was asking.

I knew how it would look in the photo.

But I had no choice.

Slowly, I approached and placed my hands on the rack, my trembling fingers touching the fabric of the hanging costumes.

Another click of the shutter.

Amy laughed softly.

"This is fun."

I couldn't breathe.

Then, when I thought things couldn't get any worse, Amy turned her head to the side and frowned.

"Wait... what's that?"

I immediately knew something wasn't right.

I followed her gaze and my heart stopped.

There was another door.

It was smaller than the one we used to enter, with an old metal knob and a worn sign that was barely legible. I hadn't noticed it before.

Amy approached curiously, her hand brushing the wood surface as if considering something.

Slowly, a malicious smile appeared on her face.

My stomach tightened.

I had no idea where that door led.

But I was sure Amy was going to find out.

Amy slid her fingers slowly over the doorknob, savoring every moment of the tension in the air. Without hurry, she turned it and opened the door just a few centimeters.

I remained in my place, hugging myself tightly, dare not move. I couldn't see what was on the other side.

Amy bent down slightly, peering around cautiously, silent.

For an instant, she said nothing.

But then, her expression changed.

From surprise to excitement.

"Wow..." she murmured, her smile gradually widening. "This is... interesting."

A chill ran down my spine.

"What's there?" I asked, my voice trembling, daring not to approach.

Amy looked at me with a calculating expression, as if deciding the best way to make this even worse for me.

"I think I'd like us to go to the other side," she said, her voice too calm, too controlled.

My skin immediately stood on end.

"No!" I exclaimed instantly, stepping back. "I can't... I can't go there."

Amy chuckled softly and closed the door a bit more, as if toying with the idea.

"Sam..." she whispered, her dangerous tone one I was beginning to recognize.

I shook my head, my breathing erratic.

"I can't, Amy... please..."

But I knew the moment our eyes met.

I had no choice.

Amy raised an eyebrow and leaned casually against the door.

"Then, do you want me to call Megan again?"

My stomach clenched.

My whole body trembled.

Every cell in me screamed that I couldn't do this. But I knew there was no escape.

With clumsy, trembling steps, I slowly approached the door.

Amy watched me with satisfaction as my trembling hand rested on the cold wood.

I took a deep breath and, with fear tightening my throat, peered through.

In an instant, horror struck me like a wall.

The other side of the door opened directly into the main theater.

It was a huge space. The auditorium stretched before me like a slumbering beast, with endless rows of red velvet seats that seemed to go on forever.

The stage was immense, bathed in dim light that revealed the gleam of polished wooden floors. Portions of a set were placed on it, but the place itself was silent.

I saw no one.

No whispers.

No footsteps.

No laughter or casual conversations.

For a moment, it seemed empty.

And that made it worse.

The fact that I couldn't see anyone didn't mean no one was there.

The theater was so large, so full of corridors and balconies, that at any moment someone could appear, someone could look my way.

My breathing became erratic, and I immediately jumped back, my back hitting the wall behind me.

Amy let out a little laugh.

"Wow, Sam... Don't you like what you see?"

I couldn't answer.

My mind could only repeat one thing:

No. No. No. No. No.

Amy closed the door just a bit, but not enough to make me feel her presence had vanished. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she'd already made up her mind in her mind.

"I think we should take advantage of the emptiness and enter," she said lightly, as if suggesting something completely harmless.

My head snapped sharply toward her.

I stared at her, wide-eyed, unable to believe what she'd just said.

"What?! No, Amy, that's madness!" I whispered frantically, shaking my head repeatedly.

But she didn't seem to be joking.

She watched me with a subtle smile, showing no signs of nervousness or regret. She meant it.

Panic coursed through me like an electric current.

No. No. No. We can't do this. It's too much. It's too risky.

I shook my head more forcefully, stepping back, trying to move away from the door, from her, from all of this.

But Amy had already decided.

Before I could react, I felt her hand firm on my wrist.

"Come on, Sam," she said casually.

"No—!"

But I had no chance to finish the sentence.

Amy pulled me effortlessly.

Panic made me resist instinctively, trying to plant my feet, trying to break free, but my nerves betrayed me.

My legs were too weak, my hands too clumsy. I had no control over my own body.

And she knew it.

Amy didn't need to apply much force. She only had to pull confidently, and my steps stumbled without pause.

Before I knew it, I had crossed the door.

My heart pounded hard inside my chest as I took a step into the main theater.

The carpeted floor was soft under my bare feet, the air was wider, freer, but also more terrifying.

Everything was so big.

So open.

So exposed.

I couldn't breathe.

The vastness of the auditorium enveloped me, with its imposing structure, its high ceiling filled with majestic lamps, the multiple levels of balconies offering a complete view of the stage. Every corner of the place seemed designed to be seen.

And I was there, completely naked in the middle of it all.

This wasn't like the previous times, when at least I could cling to the security of a closed room. Here there were no walls to protect me.

Nothing prevented someone from seeing me.

Nothing prevented someone from entering at any moment.

Panic swept through me like a cold wave.

"This is madness..." I muttered in a barely audible whisper, my voice drowned out by anxiety.

Amy turned toward me with a satisfied smile.

"Maybe," she said indifferently. "But you can't deny it, Sam. This is much more interesting; you don't look as professional."

My legs trembled.

My hands clung to my body in desperation.

But we were already inside.

There was no going back.

The theater air enveloped me like a cold blow, seeping into every exposed inch of my skin.

My bare feet sank slightly into the thick carpet, its soft texture contrasting with the tremor in my legs. It was an odd sensation, too real.

My breathing was shallow, labored, as if my own body refused to accept what was happening.

But no matter how much I wished this were just a nightmare, every part of me knew the truth.

The high ceilings adorned with colossal lamps, the endless rows of red velvet seats, the elevated balconies stretching to infinity… Everything was real.

My eyes darted frantically, scanning every corner of the auditorium as if searching for an exit, an escape, but there was none.

Only space. Too much space. Too much openness.

My arms tightened around my body, my fingers digging into my own skin, but no matter how much I tried to cover myself… it was useless.

The sound of my own breathing echoed in my ears, blended with the dull silence of the theater.

The emptiness of the room made me feel even more insignificant, more vulnerable, as if all that open space existed solely to expose me.

The stage was before me, massive and threatening. The place where all eyes would normally be fixed.

And for a moment, I felt them already there, though no one was present.

My mind was playing tricks on me.

It was as if I could imagine the crowd, as if I could feel the pressure of hundreds of unseen eyes, as if the seats were filled with people watching me with fascination, whispering among themselves, their gazes scanning me without mercy.

A shiver ran down my back.

My senses were completely heightened, every fiber of my being on high alert. I had never felt such fear, such anxiety, such awareness of every part of my body.

The air in my lungs felt heavy, my skin hyper-sensitive to every slight breeze, to every touch with the infinite void surrounding me.

My chest rose and fell with an irregular rhythm.

My mind screamed this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening…

But my skin, my body, my shaky breathing, the touch of the carpet under my feet, the hollow sound of the theater told me otherwise.

Amy stopped a few steps ahead of me, her arms crossed, a purely amused expression on her face. Her posture was relaxed, completely at ease in the immense theater, while I… I couldn’t stop shaking.

"Wow, Sam… You look so tense," she commented with a playful smile. "Relax a bit. After all, there's no one here… or is there?"

My head immediately turned toward the massive entry doors.

Tall, heavy, with frosted glass on top. Anyone could walk in at any moment.

The thought hit me with such force that my skin instantly prickled.

My breathing became more erratic, and my arms, already crossed over my chest, tightened even more.

Amy softly chuckled.

"Imagine if, right now, one of those doors were to open?"

My stomach clenched.

Amy slowly took a step to the side, enjoying my desperation.

"It could be anyone… A theater worker, someone checking the lighting equipment… or maybe a group of tourists who came for a guided tour."

The air burned my lungs.

My eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from the doors. Every second they remained closed was a relief, but also a torment. Because I knew they wouldn’t stay closed forever.

My gaze frantically wandered through the room, searching, needing a place to hide.

But there were no closed corners, no safe nooks. Everything was open, exposed, dangerous.

My legs barely supported me. My instinct urged me to disappear.

Without realizing it, I shifted one foot slightly over the other.

The contact was so slight, so involuntary, that I barely noticed it at first.

But when my bare skin touched the other, the sensation hit me like an electric jolt.

It was soft, warm… but also an unbearable reminder of how defenseless I was.

The touch was enough for my hypersensitive skin to react with a shiver.

Amy noticed.

Her smile widened.

"Sam? What's going on? You look… restless," she said with pretended concern, tilting her head slightly.

I just shrank further, unable to utter a single word.

The game had barely begun. And Amy was enjoying every moment.

A sound hit me like a lightning bolt.

Laughter.

Female voices approaching the theater door.

My blood froze immediately.

My eyes widened excessively as my head spun frantically around the place. I had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.

Amy looked at me and smiled.

"Oh? Did you hear that?" she asked with feigned innocence. "It seems someone is coming…"

My body reacted before I could think.

My legs moved by pure instinct, pushing me into a frantic run up the lateral stairs leading to the upper part of the auditorium. The only place where I might possibly hide.

But I was too nervous. Too terrified.

My bare feet barely touched the carpet as I climbed, but I didn't go far enough. The voices were too close.

I wasn't going to make it.

In a desperate act, I threw myself between the rows of chairs midway up the stairs, falling heavily onto the padded floor.

A muffled groan escaped my lips as my body crashed between the seats, my elbows bumping against the wooden chairs.

The pain didn't matter.

I just had to disappear.

With my heart pounding in my chest, I curled up between the chairs, pressing my thighs together and hunching as much as I could, eyes closed and arms crossed over me.

Please… please… don't find me…

The sound of laughter grew clearer.

I heard the door open.

Footsteps echoed on the theater carpet.

I dared not peep out.

My breathing reduced to tiny, silent gasps, every fiber of my body on high alert.

The laughter continued. Voices speaking familiarly.

And then…

"Where is Samy?" one of them asked.

My blood froze.

Squinting my eyes shut even tighter, I strained my ears, recognizing the tones of their voices.

Valeria. Carla. Julia. Megan.

It was them.

My stomach sank.

I heard them approaching, still daring not to move.

And then, I heard Amy's voice.

"Sam is here…" she said in a light tone.

There was a brief pause.

Then, her voice sounded again.

"She's hiding. Why don't we look for her?"

My heart skipped a beat.

No… She couldn't be doing this…

Amy had just turned this into a game.

And I was the prize.

The laughter intensified.

I heard the girls moving among the rows of chairs, their footsteps muffled by the carpet, but their voices getting closer, filled with excitement, as if this were a simple round of a children's game.

But it wasn't a game. Not for me.

Crouched between the chairs, my body in a ball, every muscle tense, I knew this wouldn't last long. Hiding in my condition was as useless as trying to hide an elephant under a napkin.

It was impossible.

Absurd.

A joke in itself.

And they knew it.

"Come on, Sam! Where are you?" Carla sang with delight.

"This is too easy…" Julia mocked, and I could hear her smile in her tone of voice.

I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.

The sound of footsteps surrounding me made my skin crawl to the point of pain.

And then, a shriek of excitement.

"There she is!"

My eyes snapped open just as horror pierced my chest.

The first face I saw was Valeria's, with her serious and impassive expression, but holding her phone firmly in her hands, capturing every second.

The others…

The others were laughing as never before.

Carla was doubled over, clutching her stomach as if she couldn't bear the pain of laughter. Julia had a hand over her mouth, but her eyes sparkled with tears of mirth.

Amy, in her perfectly arranged school uniform, smiled with a mix of satisfaction and contained pleasure, enjoying the outcome of her own creation.

And then…

Then there was Megan.

Her smile wasn't like the others'.

It wasn't just about fun.

It was the most malicious smile I had ever seen on her.

As if this was exactly what she wanted to happen.

My lungs closed.

Shame crushed me like an unbearable weight, every fragment of my being consumed by the searing heat of humiliation.

The carpet floor was warm against my skin, but the sensation of vulnerability made everything feel cold. I couldn't move. I couldn't stand up.

The impact of being found, the way their laughter filled the air, the humiliation burning every inch of my body… it all weighed too heavily.

I knew they were there, surrounding me, their eyes fixed on me as if I were a private spectacle, something they were enjoying more than they should. And they were enjoying it.

"God, Sam! I thought you'd find a better hiding spot" Carla mocked between giggles, still clutching her stomach. "This was way too easy."

"Yeah, you didn't even try" Julia added with a mischievous smile. "You just fell to the ground like a scared animal."

The words cut through me like blades.

My skin burned, every cell in my body screaming that this couldn't be happening.

But the worst came when Valeria, still holding her phone, slightly lowered the camera and spoke in her calm but sharp tone.

"Sam…"

My body tensed immediately.

She looked at me calmly, but her expression held something dangerous, something that made it clear her words were a sentence.

"You know you can't use your hands to cover yourself" she said without haste. "Unless you want us to leave and leave you here alone in the theater… with nothing."

The words fell on me like a stone block.

My stomach churned with physical pain.

No… They couldn't do this to me.

But when I looked up, I saw determination in Valeria's eyes. She wasn't joking.

None of them were.

Amy crossed her arms with a satisfied smile.

"Yeah, Sam. You don't want to stay here alone, do you?"

Julia let out a snicker.

"Imagine if someone from the theater comes to check something and finds you like this…"

Carla clicked her tongue, still laughing.

"It'd be funny to see how you explain it."

The pressure in my chest became unbearable.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't move.

My arms were firmly crossed over my body, my thighs pressed together, desperately trying to hide from their gazes.

But now I knew I had no choice.

If I wanted to get my things back… if I wanted to get out of this…

The silence after the taunts became heavier, more oppressive. I remained lying between the seats, my body pressed against the carpet with an unbearable tension. Every part of me was shouting to disappear, to merge with the floor and cease to exist. I was afraid to lift my head, afraid to move a single muscle that might reveal my presence even more. But I knew they were all there, standing, observing, still laughing in hushed tones. And the worst part… filming.

I tried to keep my mind blank, but the shame burned like coals on my bare skin. I felt my heart pounding hard against my chest, erratic, as if it might burst at any moment.

Then, the sound I least expected paralyzed me.

A slamming door in the distance, followed by hurried footsteps, laughter. Young voices, shrill.

Girls.

Boys.

They entered the theater vestibule, their footsteps echoing cheerfully through the empty structure. The group of girls around me instinctively turned toward the sound, surprised.

"What… is that?" Carla murmered, her tone still amused.

I held my breath. I couldn't lift my head to see, but I felt it. They were entering the auditorium. Running among the seats, heard jumps, shrill voices calling names, clear laughter. A group of children, perhaps on an excursion, or escaping a class.

God… God, no. Not now…

My body contracted even more. I slid slowly to the floor, between the rows of seats, curling up even more, trying to make my shoulders and back disappear into the shadows. I pressed my forehead against the carpet, trembling, feeling the heat and pressure of the floor against my bare skin, against my hips, my legs, all exposed.

The children's footsteps approached. One of them ran between the seats just a few meters from where I was hiding, laughing, his voice shouting something indecipherable. I felt their presence so close that my heart almost stopped.

I clenched my teeth. Any minimal movement, a single louder breath, and everything would be lost.

Don't see me. Don't see me. Don't see me…

And then, as if a miracle had answered my plea, an adult voice echoed from the entrance.

"There they are! Come back here; you can't enter the auditorium alone!"

I heard a couple of complaints, footsteps returning hastily, children protesting as they left. The door closed with a sharp bang.

The silence returned.

But I remained curled up between the seats, my body stiff, my skin drenched in cold sweat.

So close.

I had been seconds away from being discovered.

And still, the girls behind me said nothing.

There was no need.

They knew what that had meant for me.

And they were enjoying every second.

The echo of the children's voices faded as quickly as it had arrived, and with it, the external tension seemed to dissolve. But within me, the tremor remained. Fear, anxiety, shame—all were still there, pressing heavily on my chest, keeping me hunched between the chairs as if I were still in danger.

I knew there were no more children. I knew the doors had closed. But I couldn't move.

Cold sweat slowly trickled down my back. My muscles were numb from staying so hunched, my knees pressed against my chest, my face pressed against the carpet which now smelled of enclosure, old dust, and worn wood.

And then I heard them.

The girls.

The same laughs that had momentarily brought me peace returned now with greater force, as if the danger I had faced only fueled their amusement.

Carla was the first to speak, her voice overflowing with mockery as she took a couple of steps toward where I still hid.

"Samy, that was movie material!" she exclaimed, bursting into laughter. "Seriously, you should see how you looked from here… like a mouse trapped between chairs, waiting to be stepped on."

Julia laughed behind her, her tone higher-pitched, as if she couldn't contain her excitement.

"Yes, and that way you curled up… Who would have thought that elegant Sam knew how to crawl so well on the floor? What a talent!"

Valeria didn't join in the laughter. Her voice was softer, but precisely for that reason, sharper.

"Don't forget what I told you, Sam. Don't try to cover yourself. Every time you do, it just gives them more reasons to leave and abandon you here, like now. Is that what you want?"

My lips trembled. I couldn't respond, couldn't look. I just squeezed my eyes tightly, wishing the floor would open and swallow me.

And then came the voice I dreaded the most.

Amy.

She didn't need to raise it. She spoke with her calm demeanor, with a confidence I had never seen before… but that was all hers now.

"Can you feel it, Sam?"

I froze completely.

"That pressure in your chest? That feeling that any sound could end you. That everyone is watching you. That there's no escape…"

She crouched a bit closer, as if to ensure she was heard directly, without distractions.

"That… that's what I felt."

Tears filled my eyes.

Amy took a deep breath, her tone remaining serene.

"And I'm glad you feel it now too."

The weight of her words sank into my chest, leaving me breathless.

I couldn't sink further.

And yet, I was still falling.

Still lying between the seats, with my legs curled and my back pressed against the carpeted floor, I summoned what little of my voice remained. The laughter continued around me, but I couldn't endure it any longer. Every word, every taunt, every mocking tone gnawed at me from the inside.

"Enough…" I whispered, barely audible. "Please… it's enough."

My voice was weak, broken, trembling. Just a thread.

For a moment, I thought maybe, just maybe, one of them would show mercy.

But Megan's laughter was the first to break that fleeting silence.

"Enough?" she repeated with a mocking smile as she turned toward Amy. "What do you think, Amy? Since you're in charge, I think it's time for a little more fun."

Amy didn't respond immediately, but her gaze lowered toward me, still hidden between the seats.

"You could make her leave the auditorium…" Megan continued, with a soft malice in her voice, as if speaking of a simple game. "Make her go from one side to the other. Something daring… but fun. Something that puts her at real risk."

My head snapped up with a spasm, my eyes wide open, looking at her in disbelief.

"No… you can't be serious…"

But the other girls were already reacting.

"That sounds perfect!" Carla exclaimed, laughing as she spun around. "The Shame Walkway!"

Julia slapped Amy on the shoulder amidst her laughter.

"Come on, make her walk from the stage to the last row, like a little model… naked."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

And then, for the first time since everything began… Valeria smiled.

Not a wide smile, nor a loud one, but just a slight movement at the corner of her lips, subtle, almost invisible. But I saw it. And that was enough.

She knew that what Megan was proposing was dangerous, that this wasn't just embarrassing, but actually risky for me.

And yet, that flicker of a smile on her face said it was entertaining.

Megan, completely enraptured with the idea, turned again toward Amy.

"Come on, Amy. You decide. But make it interesting. We'll give you space to think…"

And as if it were part of an agreed ritual, Megan, Carla, Julia, and Valeria began to walk toward the exit.

"We'll be right outside," Carla said, her laughter echoing through the walls of the auditorium.

"Decide well," Julia added, winking at Amy.

Valeria said nothing, but as she turned, I saw her look at me for a second longer. That small flicker of a smile on her lips still lingered.

The theater doors closed behind them.

And now, only Amy and I remained.

Left with the one who now held my fate in her hands.

And the idea of crossing the theater naked… was too much.

The silence that followed the closing of the door was thick as fog. A dense silence, heavy with anticipation, as if the air itself contained the laughter of the girls who had just left. I remained among the seats, curled up, my skin still pressed against the warm floor and my breathing irregular, but the soft footsteps of Amy breaking that stillness put me on alert.

I didn't see her immediately. I felt her. I felt her presence walking between the rows, approaching slowly, taking her time. I knew she no longer needed to raise her voice or impose herself: she already had me.

She stopped a few steps away from me. I raised my head slowly, trembling, and met her gaze. Amy looked at me from top to bottom, lingering on my tense arms across my chest, my firmly pressed thighs, my curved back in a pathetic attempt to make myself invisible.

Her expression was a mix ofmockery and satisfaction.

"Sam… look at yourself" she murmured with a crooked smile. "Were you the one who walked with your chin up in the office hallways? The woman who spoke without anyone daring to interrupt?"

I couldn't respond.

The trembling in my lips, the heat in my cheeks, the tight knot in my throat… everything spoke for me.

But Amy didn't need an answer.

She leaned in slightly toward me, as if she were about to whisper a secret, and her tone changed.

"Your challenge is to leave the auditorium… and find a way to the car."

My mind took a second to understand what she had just said. When it did, panic hit me like a freezing wave.

"¿Q-qué…?" was all I managed to murmur.

Amy had already straightened up, with the same satisfied smile.

"If you don't do it soon, Sam, we'll leave without you."

My heart raced. The echo of her voice resounded in the empty theater like an unavoidable threat.

"¡Wait…!" I pleaded, trying to get on my knees, but my movements were clumsy, weak, as if my body refused to cooperate.

But Amy didn't wait.

She turned, walked to the door with a light step, and just before leaving, let out a soft laugh, as if all of this were a fun game.

Without looking back, she closed the door.

The loud click of the lock echoed in my chest like a gunshot.

And suddenly, the entire theater seemed to empty of air.

I was alone.

Naked.

Shaking.

With my heart beating so hard it hurt, my muscles tense to the point of collapse, and my mind blank, unable to process the magnitude of what I had just heard.

Cross the theater. Go out into the hallway. Reach the car.

Each word bounced in my head like a sentence.

I didn't move.

I didn't breathe.

I was in shock.

The silence of the auditorium was overwhelming. There was no music, no voices, no sounds of chairs, not even the echo of distant footsteps. Only the faint sound of my labored breathing and the deafening thud of my own heart beating against my ribs.

I remained on my knees between the seats, my body hunched, trembling, my palms firmly pressed against the carpet, and my forehead brushing the floor as if I could hide in it.

But there was no hiding. Not this time.

Amy was gone. None of them were there.

And her words continued to swirl in my head like a sentence: "Your challenge is to leave the auditorium… and find a way to the car."

Every time I repeated that phrase in my mind, my chest hurt more. Not because of physical fear. Not just because of the possibility of being seen. It was something deeper.

It was my name.

My career.

My reputation.

I had worked years to build that image: the flawless woman, the untouchable professional, always perfectly dressed, always calm, confident, with answers for everything. I was the one who gave orders, not the one who obeyed. The one who held people's gazes, not the one who avoided them.

And now?

Here I was.

On all fours.

Naked.

Shaking.

Hiding like a criminal, like a child caught in a shameful prank.

If someone sees me like this… If even a single person recognizes me…

It wouldn't just be humiliating.

It would be devastating.

My job, my respect, the credibility I had worked so hard to build… everything would vanish in seconds. A single image. A video, a laugh, a whisper in the hallways the next day.

And the worst… was that they knew it.

Amy knew it.

That's what made this challenge so perverse. It wasn't just crossing a physical space. It was dragging myself through the exact threshold I had avoided for so long: the boundary between pride and total surrender.

I bit my teeth.

I couldn't stay here.

If I stayed, they wouldn't come back. They had told me. They would leave me alone, and I would end up in the worst possible situation: trapped in a public place, without clothes, without a way to explain myself, without an escape.

But if I stood up… if I dared to leave the theater… then I would be accepting everything.

The humiliation.

The fear.

The obedience.

I stayed still for one more moment, feeling the tremors running through my arms, my thighs, my back. The cold air caressed my skin like a constant warning, like a reminder of what it meant to be so completely exposed.

Oh my God… how did I end up here?

And still, I couldn't remain on the floor.

I had to move.

Because this time, it wasn't just about shame.

It was about surviving.

The lights of the auditorium were still on, bathing the empty space with a golden glow that offered no refuge, no shadows. Every surface seemed to want to betray me, every open corner, every row of neatly arranged seats, as if they were silently observing me. The echo of my shaky breathing was the only thing breaking the stillness.

Still on my knees, I knew I couldn't stay in that position for much longer. My entire body ached. The time between Amy's last order and this moment stretched like a punishment. I had only one option left. And it was the worst of all.

To leave.

I lifted my torso slowly, feeling a slight dizziness from the effort and the nerves that squeezed my chest like a closed fist. The floor no longer offered comfort. It only reminded me of how low I had fallen.

I had no clothes. I had no plan. I had nothing but the need to survive this nightmare.

I stood up completely, wobbling slightly as I put my feet on the ground. My legs continued to shake. The cold in the place wasn't extreme, but my skin reacted with extreme sensitivity. Every draft of air, every subtle change in temperature caused shivers to run through my entire body.

The gentle tingle of a bead of sweat running down my spine made me bite my teeth. It was as if my body didn't know if it was colder or hotter, if it should tremble or sweat. A small layer of moisture covered my skin, mixing with the cool air and creating a feeling of absolute fragility.

I moved slowly between the seats, brushing against the edges of the upholstered chairs with my hips and arms, trying not to make any noise, as if that could help. The theater was empty, yes, but the real fear wasn't inside… it was beyond that door.

In front of me, the exit of the auditorium loomed like a feared threshold. The dark wood of the double door shone polished, and the metal handle seemed too large in contrast to the trembling delicacy of my fingers.

I stopped just before touching it. My breathing was fast, uneven. My knees trembled. Every inch of my skin was on alert. The cold sweat at the back of my neck made me shiver.

This is madness… I can't do this… I can't…

But I did.

I gripped the handle.

And, very slowly, I opened the door just a few centimeters, enough to stick my head out.

My hair, disheveled by sweat and anxiety, slid down my cheeks as I leaned toward the opening.

My eyes scanned the hallway.

Nothing.

No one in sight.

But that didn't calm me.

Because I knew that at any moment, someone could appear.

And now, there was no turning back.

[mcenf]

I know, I know! It’s been a while since I posted a new chapter, but between the chaos of everyday life and my ongoing battle with time, it hasn’t been easy to sit down and keep the stories going. Most likely, I’ll be wrapping up each one soon and focusing on writing shorter stories… ones that don’t take me half a lifetime to finish

I hope you enjoy this chapter, because things are about to get way more intense—and way more embarrassing—for Sam. Buckle up, the worst (for her) is yet to come

[Debbifan]

Great to have this continue and to know that things are about to get even worse for Sam. Another excellent chapter with Amy's growing confidence and her awareness of the contrast between the sophisticated and smartly dressed Samantha she knew and the exposed and vulnerable figure she now has power over.

All stories have to eventually come to an end ( unless they are just left to 'hang' like too many in this genre ) but I hope the conclusion isn't at the end of this day when she finally gets back to the car after however many embarrassments. It would be great to have at least one more climactic session in the office environment With Valeria insisting on the 'no covering' rule

[Hooked6]

It would be great to have at least one more climactic session in the office environment With Valeria insisting on the 'no covering' rule

Agreed!! At least ONE more new adventure - okay, possibly TWO for Samantha (what can I say this is such a great story and I am greedy when a talented author such as yourself comes up with such a great premise and such great characters.)

Love this Chapter and I can feel the tension rising! This was well worth the wait. Thank you for all your hard work!

Hooked6

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