The Games She Plays (Part 1) [F][voy][exh][reluc][ENF]

**The Games She Plays (Part 1) [F][voy][exh][reluc][ENF]**

Regina spent every night before bed on FacePlace. She wasn’t the only one at college, of course, but with her it was part of her nightly routine: finish her reading, brush her teeth, get undressed, put on pajamas (or a nightgown if it was warm), and sit down in front of her laptop with a cup of tea to read what was going on in everyone’s lives. Her roommate had a more hands-on approach to the world, out almost every night, drinking, partying, half the time not even sleeping in her own bed. It wasn’t that Regina was a goody-two-shoes, she just liked to keep her private life private, and quiet evenings on the computer helped with that.

She read up on her old high school friends, made a few off hand comments to pictures and updates, and browsed through what others had shared. She saw one of those surveys, they kind that tell you what kind of Potter character you are, or Star Trek, or whatever was in the theaters that week. Most of them were probably invented by marketers, but fun, regardless. “What kind of FacePlace user are you?” One of her high school friends commented: ‘Guess I’m a Creeper…lurking, never sharing. How about you?’ She’d shared it with a lot of people.

Regina clicked on the survey, the screen blanking as some window opened, a bunch of questions fading in, followed by instructions to answer everything, however silly. She went through, answering things about her favorite colors, how many friends she had on FacePlace, what she liked, disliked, the survey was long to the point of being annoying, but then it was done, and the screen changed, reading: ‘You are a Prudist. Someone who secretly wants to let it all hang out on FacePlace, but carefully controls their persona to appear good and wholesome. A prudist goes out of their way to point out if someone is showing too much cleavage in a post, while sitting in front of the computer without much on.’ Regina looked down at herself in her pajamas. She was perfectly decent. Well, she wouldn’t go out of her dorm room like this…the pajamas were thin, low-cut, and made it clear she wasn’t wearing underwear, but she wasn’t embarrassed when her roommate was around, even if she had female friends with her. Male friends were a bit different, but then, Regina didn’t normally *not* wear a bra or underwear around guys. ‘Do you want to share?’ The survey asked. She rolled her eyes, not really happy with the results.

She got up from her computer desk, feeling a little warm from the tea, especially now that it was early spring and the nights weren’t cooling off as much. She went to the window and peeked out at the campus through the blinds. There were some people walking around out there, but it was pretty late for a weekday, so she opened the window to let some air in, not too worried about noise, especially with the blinds closed. If her roommate wasn’t back by now, she probably wasn’t coming home that night. She grabbed her one of her nightgowns from her dresser, the shorter cotton one that was embarrassing if she didn’t watch how she sat down or leaned forward in it. On warmer nights, she’d usually wear panties with it so she didn’t have to worry about her ass hanging out if she got up to go to the bathrooms at the end of the hall. She took off her pajamas, putting them back in the dresser and looking at herself in mirror.

If she had lived alone, she probably would sleep in the nude, but her roommate had gone out of her way to make her feel uncomfortable in her own skin, pointing out her tan lines, her smaller breasts, even commenting on the red thatch of hair between her legs. It was all nonchalant, but cutting. ‘Oh, Regina, it must be so nice to not have to worry about a bra.’ Even though she wore a bra, a B-cup. ‘You probably have to be really careful with the sun, it looks like you’re wearing a bathing suit!’ That was the last time she ever took her towel off after a shower with her roommate in the room. ‘Guys probably like that because you’re a natural red,’ she said pointing out her pubic hair, ‘I mean, I’d rather get oral than be stared at…but to each their own.’ Regina’s first serious boyfriend had been obsessed with her strawberry blonde triangle of hair, and she could never bring herself to get rid of it all. Yes, she went to the salon every handful of weeks and got waxed between her legs—where it mattered to most guys for oral—but she liked looking down to see more than bare skin.

She sat down at her laptop again, not bothering with her nightgown, smirked as she looked down at herself, and clicked ‘Yes’ to share her survey results. She added a few of her friends to share list, and it popped out on her feed. She commented, ‘I don’t know if I’m really a Prudist, but then what I do in the privacy of my own room, clothes or no clothes is my own business.’ She added a winky face at the end. She got up, letting the screensaver come back on, since she used it as a night light, and pulled on her nightgown. She turned off the light, shivering as a light breeze blew up under her gown and over her bare body, like fingers tracing over her skin, but she crawled under the covers of her bed, snuggled in, and was quickly asleep.

—-

The next morning, Regina woke up to see her roommate Julie collapsed on her bed, snoring off what would probably be a bad hangover for her late morning class. Julie had left a trail of clothes to her bed, her shoes near the door, her purse and socks midway to the bed, her shirt at the foot of the bed, and her pants mostly off and inside-out but hanging off of one her bare feet. Julie’s ass was in a bright blue thong, and her bra was nowhere to be seen. Regina must have slept deeply to have not heard the disturbance, but it was hardly anything new. Her roommate was terrible *and* she was a heavy sleeper. She grabbed her robe from the closet and quickly pulled off her nightgown and tied up the robe to head to the showers. She was half-tempted to snap a photo of her roommate, maybe for some later ammunition, but she thought better of it, knowing that her roommate would probably be happy to escalate on her attempts at blackmail.

Regina grabbed her towel and shower stuff before heading off to the bathrooms. The dorms were co-ed, but it was girls on one side of the hall, guys on the other, separated by the main stairwell. She’d been shy about walking in the halls at first without much on, especially after seeing some of the other guys at the far end of the hall in loose towels. And then there was the foreign girl from one of the Nordic countries not wearing anything but a towel on her head for the first few weeks. The Resident Assistant had to have a talk with *that* girl, much to the complaints of the guys in the dorm, but the looky-loos disappeared after a month into the semester, and Regina doubted if anyone would blink if she pranced down to the bathrooms in just her nightgown.

It was early, but so was her first class. That meant the showers weren’t busy, and there was plenty of hot water. She luxuriated in the steam and spray for almost ten minutes before actually bothering to wash, checking that she didn’t need to shave her legs, even making sure she wasn’t due for anther waxing appointment. Her thoughts wandered while she touched herself in the privacy of the stall, but she was interrupted by two other girls coming into the shower room.

“Did you see that email from the school IT Department this morning?” One girl asked.

“The one about that FacePlace thing? The virus?”

“It’s kind of a virus…they said it was an exploit or something. I don’t really understand the stuff. My boyfriend says our college was targeted because of our old IT. Did you take the survey?”

“I did, I was a *Sharelock Holmes*, but I changed my passwords after I got the school email. I totally like to figure stuff out about my friends from their posts, though…the virus wasn’t wrong. Still, that’s all I need is some creep spying on me or whatever.”

“Well, they don’t know what the virus does…so you know, maybe no one saw how much of a slut you are.”

“Ha, fucking, ha.” The other girl said. Regina was shaking. She turned off the shower, quickly dried off, threw on her robe, and ran down the hall to her room. Julie was sitting up when she walked through the door.

“You may want to tighten that robe up a little if you’re going back out, Red.” Julie said. Regina looked down and saw that her robe was half-open, one of her breasts and half her bush showing between the flaps of thin terrycloth. She clutched the robe closed and sat down at her computer. She saw the urgent email from IT, reading through it quickly.

*‘…at this time, we do not know the extent of the exploit’s spread through our network or the intent behind the malicious code. We ask that all students avoid answering any surveys on FacePlace or other social media sites, update their virus scanners, and change any passwords associated with sites where a malicious survey may have been taken. The IT Department is prepared to help…’*

She didn’t bother with the rest, all legal boilerplate, and immediately updated her virus scanner. In matter of minutes, her screen lit up, saying her laptop was infected with half a dozen things she didn’t understand, but it looked like it was taking care of them all. She scanned her computer once more for good measure, and saw no new viruses. She went on FacePlace and removed her survey post, then changed her password. She got an email moments later notifying her of the change, and verified it. She breathed a sigh of relief.

“Got hit by that stupid social media virus, huh?” Julie said, stripping down the rest of the way and wrapping a towel around herself. “The only time I ever use that is to spy on old boyfriends and find out where the parties are. Don’t give away all your information, that’s what I always say.” Regina frowned, glaring at her.

“Do you even know where your bra is?” Regina asked, exasperated.

“I lost it in a bet…so right now? Probably tacked up in some dude’s room. Don’t lash out at me because you got yourself hacked.” She walked up behind Regina and leaned over her laptop, opening her towel. “Get a good look, guys! They’re the biggest you’ll see in front of *this* screen.” She straightened up, redoing her towel, and left the room laughing to herself. Regina started getting dressed and went to her first class, trying to put the whole thing out of her mind.

—-

Ignoring the hack was harder than she expected since everyone was talking about it. She saw her friend Indira after class; she was a petite, second-generation, Indian computer science major. She was a bit of a stereotype given her heritage, but had no accent, and she broke the mold for being a girl, at least. Regina asked her about the hack, figuring she might know a bit more.

“I am so annoyed by this. I fell for the stupid survey myself last week, and I thought at the time, ‘This is weird that the screen went blank’ but the survey hid what was actually happening. That thing dropped a payload of a bunch of viruses, went after our poorly patched network and virus scanners, and dug through our contacts…at minimum. I reinstalled my whole system just to be safe, but that thing has been living on my computer for over a week. It’s just embarrassing.”

“Why?” She asked. “What do you do in front of your computer?”

“I meant embarrassing in that I fell for the scam, that it got past my virus scanners, but my computer *is* in my room. I change in front of it…I sleep in front of it, and I have a *really* good webcam.” Regina knew she did more than sleep in her room, too, since she’d basically walked in on her and her swimmer boyfriend two weeks earlier when Indira forgot they had a study date. “I would have liked to dig through my system to see what the viruses actually did, but I didn’t want to risk it sitting there any longer.”

“Would you look at my laptop? I just got the virus last night, but I killed it, I think, and I can’t reformat…I mean, I don’t even know how, so…”

“Come see me later. I can take a look, but it was only on your system for a bit…still, I’d be curious.” Indira left her to go to another class, and Regina went to lunch. She kept a low profile on FacePlace, particularly since some of her friends were complaining about her forwarding them the virus survey, but she took her laptop to see Indira the next day, hoping to put it all behind her.

—-

Regina met Indira just outside her dorm. She was just coming back from a power walk around the campus. She said she’d done three miles, but she hadn’t even broken a sweat. Regina was typically soaked after one mile. She followed the girl up to her room…a single room, smaller, but with no roommate…and Indira had her set up the laptop near her desktop computer while she changed out of her workout clothes. Regina tried not to peek, but part of her wanted to see what she looked like naked. She went to a fairly white school, so anyone with even a little bit of color was new to her. When Indira pulled off her sports bra Regina was surprised by how big her breasts were, given her overall small frame, and the apparently figure-reducing clothes she wore. Indira’s nipples were dark brown and tiny on the lighter skin of her breasts. Her otherwise coffee skin was flawless. She pulled off her running shorts and panties, showing a dark triangle of trimmed black pubic hair, her pussy almost hidden, but the same color as her nipples. She caught Regina glancing, and Regina blushed.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to look…” She had meant to look, but that was just what you said when you were caught.

“No, Regina, pardon me. I have four sisters, so very little opportunity for being shy, and my father gave me the luxury of this single room while at college, so I didn’t concern myself with my state of dress.”

“I’m sorry…I’ve never…this is embarrassing…I’ve never seen a girl…like you…naked before, and…” Indira’s laughter cut her off.

“An Indian girl?” Regina nodded. “Take a good look then,” she laughed, holding her arms out from her body, and spinning once. “All the parts are the same, you know?” She laughed.

“I know!” Regina blushed more deeply. “Obviously! Again, I’m sorry. You’re really very pretty…beautiful, even…without your clothes on. I know that sounds stupid, but you just caught me by surprise.”

“Not to worry…thank you for the compliment.” She grabbed a t-shirt and shorts and pulled them on, not bothering with underwear. Indira caught her staring again. “I’m going to hop in the shower after this, so don’t mind my going commando. Besides, I’m here to see your laptop…not give you a show.” She sat in front of the laptop, moving Regina to the bed to look over the girl’s shoulder. Indira tapped away at the keyboard, bringing up the command prompt, running a few things all at once, and then frowned as a few folders popped open. “This was very clever.” She said, and then started typing for a bit, went to a security website and downloaded some stuff, then ran them on my computer. Regina watched the events in silence, but she had some suspicion things were not great. “I have good news and bad news. The good news is, the virus is now completely gone from your laptop. The bad news is, it wasn’t gone until just now.”

“What does that mean?” Regina asked. Indira opened one of the folders, inside was a series of pictures. It took Regina a moment to recognize the side of her face. In the background, like a slide show, Indira was getting undressed, the naked, then smiling as she showed off to Regina. Indira clicked on a video file, and the whole scene played back with sound. “Oh god!”

“Well, according to the logs, only half the pictures were uploaded before I caught the virus, and fortunately you were mostly blocking the camera. The video didn’t go because it was too large.” She brought up another folder, it was Regina’s roommate, naked in the room, then she was…it took a second to realize her roommate was naked and using a vibrator on her bed. Earlier pictures showed Regina changing for bed, changing after a shower, and the prior day had her naked in front of the laptop, smiling as she shared the original virus. “That’s all there was, but all these other files, all these pictures of you, the videos, they’re all out on the internet somewhere now. I’m sorry.” She grabbed a bunch of stuff and sent it in an email to herself.

“What are you doing with my pictures?” Regina asked, shocked, as Indira closed the laptop lid.

“Look, I have to tell the IT folks about this…not about you, but what the virus does. It’s kind of nasty, tricky…their instructions obviously aren’t fully effective, and I’m not sure they’re bright enough to catch it. The bulk of the viruses were decoys, meant to distract the scanners while the real one did its work.”

“But now my pictures…your pictures…they’re out there somewhere? And you just sent those pictures to yourself!”

“Yes, Regina, but don’t think of it like being put on FacePlace or something. The stuff they stole, that’s probably on some porn forum somewhere. And the stuff I sent myself? It’s evidence, kind of. The guys on the IT staff aren’t going to happy about me telling them they fucked up, so a little proof is necessary. And as for your photos on the internet, we have no idea if they’re on a private server or on some webpage right now, but your name isn’t attached. If anyone sees this stuff, they probably won’t know who it is since your webcam wasn’t amazingly clear or anything.”

“Oh, so you can’t see the freckles near my bush? Oh, well then, that makes it all better!”

“Hey! I didn’t do it, and I just gave a second show to these creeps. You don’t know what I do in my room at night in private…and I was letting myself be videoed for over week. Our school network, for all its security flaws is fucking fast, and if I had waited even ten more seconds, the virus would have copied everything we just saw…even my nude dance video. So, you know, try to remember we’re all in this together.”

“I’m sorry, Indira, I’m just upset.”

“I’ll hide your face if I have to show the pictures to IT. I obviously can’t show them mine since I’ll be standing there. Regardless of what the racists say, there’ really aren’t that many Indians on campus. But the log files I found will help them fix this for everyone.”

“Yeah, but in the meanwhile, whoever these guys are, they’re collecting maybe thousands of pictures of people on this campus.” Regina muttered.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Indira said, getting up from the computer desk and sitting on the bed to put her arm around Regina, “you’re really very pretty without your clothes on, too.” Regina had to laugh because her only other option was to cry, and regardless of her embarrassment, it was done. “One more thing, Regina,” she said, “don’t tell anyone until IT sends out a note. We can’t have people panic, and they’ll need time to create fix for everyone…so they can’t screw it up again.” She muttered.

**[End Part 1]**

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