Dare Me (new 7/29)

[apolloman42]

Ooh that was actually my second guess. What that they would go with Rooster somewhere in town. I can imagine that poor Lucy will have the least amount of clothes of anyone that Rooster had on his crew! Can't wait to see what Rooster has in store for the girls!

[neverdoubted]

Ooh that was actually my second guess. What that they would go with Rooster somewhere in town. I can imagine that poor Lucy will have the least amount of clothes of anyone that Rooster had on his crew! Can't wait to see what Rooster has in store for the girls!

Let's just say it's worse than you're imagining!

[perseus]

I love Cronenberg! It's one of my favorite stories! The girl you are referring to had to bounce on a trampoline while naked at the mall.

Looking forward to what Lucy has to endure next!

[apolloman42]

Ooh that was actually my second guess. What that they would go with Rooster somewhere in town. I can imagine that poor Lucy will have the least amount of clothes of anyone that Rooster had on his crew! Can't wait to see what Rooster has in store for the girls!

Let's just say it's worse than you're imagining!

I love to hear that! You got me wondering if Rooster will have anyone else in his crew besides the girls, perhaps his grandsons?

[fuwafuwataimu]

Ooh, thanks for the glimpse behind the narrative curtain! I do love the idea of Lucy becoming more and more forthcoming as her need to cum gets stronger as stronger.

[neverdoubted]

Dare Me - Chapter 16 - Wait, What Happened at Camp? (Part 7)

As the girls entered the Shipley’s Cinema-Twin lobby, the strong scent of fresh popcorn wafted over them. Lucy hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and her stomach rumbled in response. Huddling in smaller groups, some girls sent envoys over to the food court to get dinner. But most were satisfied by the theater's snack bar fare and lined up to buy nachos, hot dogs, candy, and lots of popcorn.

Alice held their place in line while Lucy and Hanna rushed inside to check out the theater. Hanna's face lit up when an idea came to her. "Ooh! We should all paint our nails a matching color tonight when we get back to camp," she said.

Lucy nodded a hearty agreement and asked if she could try out another style on Hanna’s hair. I think it bothered her that she had been unable to tame the girl’s wild, Irish curls so far. Hanna smiled, her expressive eyes sparkling at the idea, and she giggled with excitement.

They picked out three seats together. Lucy stayed behind to hold them even though the theater was basically empty while Hanna went back to help Alice carry the food. Being in a dimly lit room with only a few house lights allowed the naked girl to relax her shoulders the slightest bit. She was comforted with the thought that soon the house lights would drop, and no one entering would be able to tell she was naked. She would be just another member of a cheerleading squad watching a movie together. She was so giddy at having survived the totally nude mall trip that her feet did a little dance of joy that would have made Nikki proud.

Afterward, she sank into her chair with a relieved sigh and watched the screen cycle through advertisements for local businesses. Back then, theaters didn't show full commercials before movies. Because it was too costly and would wear out the expensive bulbs, they used a lower quality one to project what amounted to a glorified slide show onto the screen and only switched to the more expensive projector when it was time to start the real trailers.

Lucy blinked twice when a recognizable face popped up on the screen. Rooster was promoting an economical alternative to more expensive commercial cleaning services. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to see him advertising one of his many businesses at the local cinema. Reading the slide's many dubious promises, she smiled then shook her head incredulously. Based on his conference facilities business, she couldn’t imagine many customers were clamoring to hire Rooster’s cleaning crews if it meant dealing with his difficult personality and impossible contracts.

Lulled by the cheesy lounge music playing softly in the background, she yawned and closed her eyes for a minute. She had made it to the home stretch of the day. All she had to do now was sit back and relax in the darkened theater. With her friends by her side, she might even enjoy the movie despite her lack of clothes and the throbbing between her legs that stubbornly refused to go away. She had the cover of night to look forward to after the movie. After what she had been through, riding through town on the back of a truck was trivial even for a naked girl when clothed in the thick, comforting blanket of darkness.

Her mind free to wander, dread about how to deal with the next day had to be creeping up on her. Navigating whatever community outreach activity Coach Easterling had planned without any clothes on would present its own challenges. But with Nikki's help, she had to feel confident that she would find a way to get through it. She slumped down and leaned her head against the back of her chair, choosing to ignore tomorrow's problems for a little while longer.

If she had been paying closer attention to everything going on around her leading up to that moment, she might have interpreted Rooster's sudden appearance on the screen as an ominous portent. The naked camper had won over many of her skeptical teammates, either through her outstanding performances in competition, her limitless helpfulness, or her indominable spirit. Her fellow sevies were firmly on her side. But other than a few nasty glances, Tiffany had basically ignored her. The head captain herself would not be so easily swayed.

Of the three captains, Lucy had only met one so far. She had made some inroads by helping Crystal's group win the teambuilding exercise. Unfortunately, Tiffany's opinion was the only one that really mattered if Lucy wanted to win that spirit prize. Still, it couldn’t hurt if someone from Tiffany’s inner circle might be starting to be coming around on her opinion of Lucy.

The third captain was a snobby freshman named Kerri. I knew of Kerri even though I doubt she knew I existed. Being a year ahead of me in school, she wasn't in any of my classes. But a girl that hot is hard to miss strutting through the halls of Woodrow Wilson Junior High. Blessed with physical maturity at a young age and almost certainly destined to be a sorority girl someday, Kerri knew how to play to her strengths. She flaunted her large breasts, keeping her chest puffed out for boys to admire and girls to envy. And she tended to wear skirts that were always a little too short to fully contain her lower curves.

Unfortunately, if her body was her strength, her mind was a severe weakness. That girl was dumb as rocks and was perpetually placed in remedial classes across the board. Even then, she could barely keep her GPA above failing. There was a rumor going around that Kerri had given out sexual favors to some of her male teachers to keep her grades up. I had no proof that actually happened, mind you. But do you think that stopped me from fantasizing about it? A true airhead, I doubt Kerri ever had an original thought in her life. She even gave dumb blondes a bad name! Tiffany wasn't dumb. She knew what she was doing by keeping someone with that level of blind loyalty within her sphere of influence. No hot girl clique would be complete without Kerri in their ranks.

Lucy had not met Kerri yet. But all that changed when she heard Hanna's distinctive giggle and opened her eyes to see her and Alice coming down the aisle carrying their food and Kerri coming in from the opposite direction. They all arrived at Lucy's seat at about the same time.

"Tiffany wants to see you, all of you," she said between smacks of her chewing gum.

"Why?" asked Alice. A fair question.

"I ask the questions, sevie," Kerri replied derisively. Then staring at the ceiling in concentration, she added, "if they ask, just say it's a team meeting." Alice and Hanna exchanged a confused look but kept their mouth closed.

Seeing her box of popcorn in Hanna's arms and within reach, Lucy's mouth started watering. "We just got our food. Can we at least finish our dinner first?" she asked.

"What do I look like, the Ritz Carlington?" Kerri answered. She picked out a long strand of her perfectly straight, blonde hair and began to twirl it around a finger. Lucy didn't know how to respond to such an enigmatic question.

"Hurry up, your captain is waiting," Kerri finally said, then spun and walked away down the aisle. The girls looked at each other.

“Ok, that was weird,” said Lucy as she grabbed a fistful of popcorn and shoved it into her mouth.

"Do we have to go?" whined Hanna, eyeing her seat, “it sounds boring.”

Alice seemed to have a bad feeling about it, too. "Let's just stay here. If Tiffany has something she wants to say, she can come in here and tell us."

She sat down confidently, but darted her eyes over to Lucy to see how she would react. Deep down, they were all scared of their captain whether they would admit it out loud or not. As she swallowed that first, buttery mouthful, Lucy wanted nothing more than to sit and watch the movie with her friends and scarf down too much popcorn. But she also didn't want to be on Tiffany's bad side. The decision had to weigh heavily on her. Whatever she decided, the other sevies would almost certainly follow her lead.

Making up her mind, she stood up. "Come on," she said, standing up and grabbing another bite of popcorn and her cup of Sprite. In Nikki's sing-song cadence, she offered a confident encouragement, "we must always come when our captain calls."

As expected, Alice and Hanna followed her lead and trailed behind her. They met Kerri at the door, and she led them down one of the theater's hallways and around the corner to stop in front of a women's restroom. There was a bigger restroom in the lobby, but she had intentionally taken them to this more remote one. Waving them inside, she stood sentry at the door to make sure no one else entered. Apparently, this meeting was to be a private one between only the three sevies and their head captain.

It was certainly a strange place to hold a mysterious, unscheduled team meeting. Alice grabbed Lucy's arm before they went inside. But Lucy, in full Nikki mode, responded with nothing but positivity and encouragement. She should have known better. She was letting Nikki lead those innocent, trusting girls right into the trap their captain had laid for them.

"Welcome ladies," Tiffany said when they entered the bathroom. Her voice, which echoed off the room’s hard tiles, had a little too much warmth in it, way more than she had shown any of them so far, which should have been seen as another warning sign, "I've been meaning to introduce myself and I apologize for not doing it earlier. I'm Tiffany Lennox."

She stopped in front of suddenly timid Hanna and held out her hand. Hanna shrank back from her overbearing captain. Her perpetual smile faded into a rare, neutral expression bordering on fear. Their height difference alone, Tiffany, well on her way to becoming a woman, stood head and shoulders above the petite, undeveloped seventh grader, starkly demonstrated what a difference two years can make in a teenage girl's physical development. Hanna squeaked out her own name and used her trembling hand to shake the captain’s. Then Tiffany moved on to Alice who repeated the gesture with only slightly less awe and trembling.

"And that leaves you," she said with a wink when she got to my sister, "you're starting to get quite the reputation. It's nice to formally meet you, Lucy."

Tiffany had effortlessly shown Hanna and Alice their place in the pecking order with her little intimidation act. But she was surprised when, brimming with all of Nikki's confidence, Lucy met her face with a perky, unblinking smile of her own and firmly shook her hand. Clearly, she hadn't expected resistance from any of the sevies when engaging in this little unspoken power struggle.

Tiffany recovered quickly though, using the unusual meeting space to regain the upper hand. Like an alpha predator toying with its prey, she stalked around the girls as she talked. Hanna and Alice stayed close to Lucy, the unofficial leader of their group. Defenseless, they strained their heads to keep Tiffany in their sight as she circled.

Suddenly shifting into a more contemplative tone, Tiffany said, "you know...I was just thinking how unfair things have been for you sevies so far. Camp is supposed to be a time to build team unity. The best way to do that, of course, is to overcome adversity. But here you are, almost at the end of the second day, and no one has given you a single challenge to overcome. It's simply wrong and I want to personally express my regret on behalf of all the captains for having let you down like that!"

The room fell silent as Tiffany paused for some unexplained reason. Lucy sensed the need to tread carefully. She couldn't tell how yet, but like a Trojan horse, Tiffany's apologetic peace offering seemed to contain something sinister inside. Unfortunately, Alice's nerves got to her, and she tried to fill the uncomfortable silence by gracefully demurring, "Oh, that's fine. Camp has been so fun, really! And you don't have to treat us-"

"YOU do not interrupt me SEVIE!" Tiffany pounced, using the excuse to bear down on the poor girl. Alice nearly jumped out of her skin. She had done nothing even remotely resembling an interruption and didn't deserve such treatment. But she wilted beneath Tiffany's withering gaze, nonetheless. Taking the measure of Alice and apparently finding her wanting, Tiffany flipped her hair dismissively and resumed walking and talking.

"I have some bad new, I'm afraid. You won't be staying to attend the movie tonight. Rooster asked if I had any girls to spare to help him with some chores this evening." She had made her way around and was now standing directly in front of Lucy. Speaking in an exaggerated stereotype cheerleader tone, bordering on mocking, she held up three fingers and added, "he said he needs three people exactly, and since you always seem SO EAGER to help, I volunteered my sevies!"

Tiffany paused her speech but resumed circling, watching keenly out of the corner of her eye. Referring to the seventh graders as her possession couldn’t have been an accident and she had to be waiting to see how they would react. Alice had her lips firmly pressed in a tight line. She had learned her lesson and wasn't about to open her mouth again and risk Tiffany's wrath. Hanna's wide, green eyes peered out from behind her coiled bangs. She was clearly terrified of Tiffany and would offer no help in this situation.

While Nikki would have known what to say and do to parry Tiffany's barbs, Lucy was in over her head as well. She had absolutely no experience navigating the more complex social structures of junior high, especially one involving the queen bee herself. To her credit, while Lucy wasn't able to form a response, neither did she wilt like her friends. The brave display was not lost on Tiffany who paused briefly as she passed, taking note of how Lucy stood tall in defiance of her freshman rival.

Apparently, the introduction portion of the meeting had ended, and it was time to get down to business. She called for backup, bringing her two enforcers, Kerri, and Crystal into the bathroom. Blocking the exit, the three captains formed an intimidating wall in stark contrast to the smaller sevies huddled in the middle of the room.

Tiffany stood confidently between her blonde friends, not a single strand of her perfectly coiffed, deep black hair was out of place. The real diamonds in her earrings and the name brands on her clothes advertised her daddy's financial status and country club lifestyle. The three of them, posing together like that, looked like a superhero team, teenage perfection on full display.

Tiffany studied the sevies for a moment, appraising them as a lioness might when picking out which morsel of prey to devour first. Hanna's lower lip started quivering when Tiffany's eyes stopped on her. She seemed to make up her mind and started walking toward the trembling girl.

"Rooster will be here any second to pick up his volunteers. So, there's no time to waste," said Tiffany, looming over terrified Hanna and crossing her arms. "He said something about cleaning offices. Sounds like dirty work if you ask me." She leaned forward until their faces were mere inches from each other. "You don't want to get your pretty camp outfit dirty, do you?"

Lucy winced when Hanna shook her head in agreement. The question had been a trap, and Hanna had stumbled right into it. Tiffany smiled knowingly and stood up.

"Well, it's a good thing you have us then, don't you, Hanna? I promise we'll make sure nothing bad happens to your clothes while you're off helping Rooster. Won't we girls?"

There it was. Hanna gasped as Tiffany's humiliating scheme sunk in. Tiffany made a silent gesture behind her back and her fellow captains made a flanking maneuver to encircle the huddled girls. Kerri came around to stand in front of Lucy with an evil sneer on her face while Crystal stepped in front of Alice. Hanna's face went white. She turned her head to the side, looking for Lucy to come to her aid. But Lucy was in an equally helpless position. It wouldn't make much difference in her case, but as far as she could tell, the captains were going to take her friends' clothes away no matter what she did.

"Stop looking at her," barked Tiffany, "is she your captain? I swear, if you make us miss the previews, you will regret it! Now, MOVE! That goes for all of you,” she warned holding out her hand and tapping her foot impatiently.

Stifling a sniffle, Hanna surrendered. She turned to face Tiffany and grabbed the hem of her blouse. As she raised it over her head, her red curls spilled out beneath. By the time her face came into view, her eyes were glassy and threatening tears. She wasn't wearing bras yet and immediately crossed her arms over her bare chest. A comforting embrace.

Tiffany took the blouse and ordered Hanna to keep going. Alice also began to strip, removing her blouse and handing it over to Crystal. Even though Lucy was already naked, Kerri did not spare her. She made her take off her shoes and socks and hand them over for safe keeping.

"That's much better," Tiffany said once the three sevies had been stripped bare. Her voice had reverted back to the original one she had used when she met them, the one with too much warmth in it to be sincere. Turning to her fellow captains, she said, "You girls finish cleaning up here. I'm gonna go see if Rooster is ready for them."

Kerri and Crystal gathered up the girls' clothes and shoes and put them in a large, white shopping bag. Seeing them carrying it through the mall, no one would suspect it contained every scrap of clothing they had confiscated from three hapless cheerleaders. As they were leaving to take up their posts outside the bathroom, Lucy thought she saw Crystal flash her the briefest glance of empathy. Of the three, Crystal seemed to be the least on board with Tiffany's hazing plan and felt sorry for their plight. But it wasn't nearly enough for Lucy to hope she would go against the orders of her captain and return their clothes while Tiffany was gone.

As soon as they were alone, Hanna started crying. She hugged herself, doing her best to cover everything private with just her arms and hands. Her Irish heritage shined through, with the fair complexion of her face extending over her entire bare body. Her stark, white skin of her naked flesh gleamed brightest of the three girls under the harsh bathroom lights.

Alice was hyperventilating, muttering incoherently to herself. The pretty blonde was built like a ballerina, long and lean, with her lack of clothes further emphasizing the graceful lines of her growing frame. The darker skin of her arms and legs gave way to pale, intimate flesh everywhere else. Her body sported a distinct tanline from her favorite swimsuit, a modest one-piece she had worn all summer. But there was nothing modest about her body now.

They both looked so vulnerable and exposed, a painful reminder to Lucy of her own constant nudity and what she had been showing everyone else this whole time. But even with her naked friends panicking around her, a calm washed over her, and she found she was able to think and act clearly despite the stressful environment.

Alice and Hanna were not used to such exposure. I'm not sure I would say Lucy was "used to" it, exactly. As a young lady grows to become more aware of her body's special treasures, she develops a strong desire to protect them and keep them private. That sort of modesty must be some kind of beneficial evolutionary trait. That must also explain why being forced to share your most intimate secrets with others, including random strangers you don't even know, takes such a toll on a girl.

No, there's no such thing as building up a tolerance to that kind of exposure. But at least Lucy, having been thrust into similar situations countless times because of her dares, could take some comfort in knowing what to expect.

Realizing what she had to do, Lucy took a deep breath. Alice and Hanna needed her, the real Lucy, to be there, to lead them through whatever humiliating ordeal Tiffany had arranged for them, and to show them that they were capable of enduring it. They were depending on her even more than she depended on Nikki. And that meant, for the rest of the evening...no more Nikki.

[fuwafuwataimu]

Thanks for the chapter!

Those poor girls. Being pushed straight into public nudity would be tough for anyone, let alone girls right in the middle of puberty. It's time for Lucy to show her strength and experience!

Was Lucy allowed to keep her hair ribbon? That would be a missed opportunity

[student]

Chapter Seven took an unanticipated turn!

How will Lucy hoist Tiffany by Tiffany's own petard? Introduce the benefits of nudism in cheerleader training? I'll have to stay tuned.

Thanks for an entertaining chapter.

[neverdoubted]

Dare Me - Chapter 16 - Wait, What Happened at Camp? (Part 8)

Lucy had an advantage over her friends. While they were still in shock at having suddenly lost all their clothes, she, having started out the encounter already naked, was well past all those pesky stages of grief and could jump straight to acceptance. With an admirable clarity of thought, she went right to work assessing the situation and weighing her limited options.

Giving them time to come to terms with their predicament would be of great help. Unfortunately, time was the one thing she did not have the luxury of wasting. Tiffany would be back any minute and would show little sympathy if they weren't ready upon her return. She had to do something to speed up the grieving process so they could get down to more important and productive business.

Hanna's teary outburst might indicate she had at least progressed past the denial stage. Alice, on the other hand, was still shaking her head and muttering gibberish to herself between harried breaths. But because, at least, she wasn't openly bawling, Lucy decided to start with her.

Snapping to get her attention, she said, "Alice, listen to me. We don't have much time. I need your help!"

When Lucy grabbed her face to force her to hold still, Alice's wild eyes finally focused on her.

"I have...to find...some clothes!" she managed between halting breaths, "please...HELP MEEEE!"

That she was now trying to bargain was a step in the right direction.

"We don't have any clothes, Alice. And I don't think we're getting any more tonight," Lucy replied, forcing her friend to face facts, "but I can help you get through this. You're stronger than you know. Trust me, it can be done."

Lucy was living proof that a girl could do hard things like walking through a mall without any clothes on. But it's different when it's someone else doing it instead of you.

"No, I can't go out there with all those people! ...I'm n-n...naked!" Alice exclaimed. At least her harried breathing was starting to slow.

"It sounds scary, I know. But think of it this way, for each person you meet, it will only be for a few seconds. Just keep telling yourself that and it will get easier with each step you take. It's almost dark out, remember? All we have to do is get outside to Rooster's truck," Lucy encouraged, conveniently evading the question of how they were supposed to endure the rest of the evening. One obstacle at a time. I had to smile hearing her use some of the same lines I had used on her in the past to get her through difficult parts of her dare.

Alice considered Lucy's words, then her shoulders slumped. "Why is she doing this to us?" she wanted to know, "why is she being so mean?" Depression, the next stage.

Lucy shrugged, "I don't know for sure. But it feels like she's just trying to see if we'll give up and quit the team. I had so much fun at practice getting to be a real cheerleader today and I bet you did too. You don't want to give all that up just because of some stupid test, do you?"

Alice blinked, then shook her head with a look of determination, the first sign that she was starting to accept reality.

"Ok then," Lucy replied brightly, "as long as we stay together, we'll prove Tiffany wrong and get through this. Now, come on, I need your help with Hanna?"

Alice provided little physical assistance. After all, she was still a naked thirteen-year-old girl dealing with her own insecurities. She stayed firmly in that classic, embarrassed female pose, wishing her thighs could somehow squeeze closer together and keeping one hand cupped protectively between her legs, and the other arm crossed over her chest. But the mere fact that she was no longer freaking out and had calmed down quite a bit did help Lucy's efforts greatly.

Lucy used a different approach on Hanna, taking the blubbering redhead by the elbow and gently leading her over to the sink where she splashed some water on her face. I was impressed that she thought to employ the same tactic she had used at the latrine to calm herself earlier.

Gradually, Hanna's tears slowed, then stopped. With a final sniffle, she looked up at Lucy with big, dewy eyes. Lucy took it as an encouraging sign how quickly Hanna had put her trust in her. But then again, it's not like she had a lot of people to choose from. Lucy handed Hanna a paper towel to dry her tears. She took it but continued to make sure her privates were covered.

Both girls were clearly dealing with major insecurities about their bodies, even little Hanna. She might look smaller and less physically developed, but she was still thirteen and the loss of clothes affected her just as badly as it did Alice. Lucy wisely engaged them in a little girl talk. Something to get their minds off their nude predicament.

"Listen, Hanna, I had a cool idea for painting our nails later," she said, then held her breath to see if she would take the bait.

"...what...is it?" Hanna asked, between sniffles.

"Well, we should get together and decide on a color that we can always use to represent our friendship, like our bracelets!" She stuck out her arm to show off the bracelet and Hanna stuck out her own in response before self-consciously moving her arm back over her bare chest.

"Yeah, uh, we can make it the official color of the sevies," Alice suggested helpfully, prompting eager nods from the other girls. She hadn’t been much physical help, but her contribution to the conversation was appreciated.

"Can it be pink?" Hanna asked, a hopeful smile flashing onto her face for the first time in a while.

"We'll be back at the armory picking a color and painting our nails in no time," Lucy promised, "just as soon as we finish Tiffany's challenge, ok?"

Hanna eyebrows furrowed. "Challenge? What kind of challenge?" she asked, fear and trepidation washing away her briefly sunny visage.

Tense silence filled the room as Lucy opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out. She had no clue what Tiffany really had planned for them and wouldn't put anything past her at this point. How do you spin such uncertainty in a positive way? The stakes were high, and she couldn't afford a wrong move. If she lost them now, she sensed she could never get them back to working together as a unified group before Tiffany returned. Luckily, Alice came through again, breaking the palpable tension with little, wry gallows humor.

"If it involves Hanna head standing, we're all doomed," she said dryly, referring to Hanna's woefully poor performance during Coach Easterling's contest.

After a beat, Hanna surprised herself with a trademark giggle which made the other girls start laughing and broke the uncomfortable silence. That was the moment that Lucy dared to let a glimmer of hope spring forth and dwell inside her. But even though she had gotten them over the hump of disbelief to knowing they could get through this, they still had a long way to go. There is a big difference between knowing and doing.

She came up with a diplomatic and measured answer, "What did she say? This is about overcoming adversity and building team unity, remember? So, as long as we stick together, it won't matter what challenge Tiffany throws at us."

Hanna nodded solemnly. She threw her paper towel away and came to stand with her teammates facing the door. Whatever came next, they would all face it together. Unfortunately, they were all still completely naked and feeling quite vulnerable. As the words of Lucy’s rousing speech faded, doubts started to creep in, and the poor girl started shaking like a leaf. When Lucy started to hear distressed whimpers coming from the little, naked redhead, she realized Hanna was going to need more than just a few words of encouragement.

I was incredibly impressed with my sister's ingenuity given such meager supplies. Every scrap of resources had been taken from them except one thing. But it ended up being just the thing she needed. Untying the ribbon from her hair, she stepped in front of the trembling girl.

"Here, put this over your eyes," she said, wrapping the ribbon around Hanna's face and tying it behind her head. "All you have to do is hold my hand and I will lead you. Once we start, I want you to think of your favorite song and hum it to yourself until we get outside, ok?"

With a stuttering breath, Hanna nodded her head and blindly reached out her right hand for Lucy to take. Her left remained between her legs maintaining her last bit of privacy, but she had to sacrifice her chest in the process. Her breasts had just begun to grow into cute, little cones. A bright, cherry-shaded nipple capped each one and contrasted beautifully against her lily-white chest. They were just as red and plump as her naturally colored lips.

Emboldened, Alice came and stood beside them. Forming a unified front, the three naked sevies were as ready as they would ever be for their humiliating march. Lucy started out telling herself that she had to stay strong for Hanna's sake, but when nothing happened immediately and the agonizing seconds started to pile up, her own insecurities and doubts started to creep back in.

She could barely keep her own breathing steady and had given up trying to stop her heart from beating out of control in her chest. Each beat echoed between her legs where heat radiated from her little diamond forge and the excess moisture being produced threatened to spill out.

I'm sure, upon her return, Tiffany expected to find three desperate, blubbering girls willing to plead and beg for mercy from their captain. Getting the three naked sevies to instead stand proudly and relatively composed at parade rest awaiting orders was a testament to Lucy's extraordinary efforts and leadership abilities.

Poking her head through the door, Tiffany took one look at them, perhaps a little impressed, then said, "he's here," and disappeared.

Hanna sucked in a gasp when she felt Lucy’s tug on her arm. But to her credit, her feet moved, and she allowed herself to be led without seeing where they were going. With a timid, quivering voice, she began humming.

As they headed for the door, Lucy lost her nerve and moved her hand to cover her pussy like Hanna was doing. Her dare had been to attend camp naked. I hadn't said anything about not covering up, not this time, so she was technically allowed it if she made sure not to play with herself in the process. That's how she justified the small concession to at least preserve the most private part of her body from prying eyes. She simply wouldn't get through it otherwise, not without Nikki there to help her.

But at the last instant, just before they left the bathroom, Alice suddenly grabbed her arm. The naked blonde had rallied admirably, but now that her public exposure was at hand, her face had turned white, and she looked on the verge of another panic attack.

"I can't look either, Lucy," she whispered, "please, can you lead me too?"

Sacrificing her last bit of coverage, Lucy nodded and took her friend by the hand while a grateful Alice squeezed her eyes shut.

Having already walked these halls in nothing but tennis shoes, Lucy was surprised how different everything felt as the three naked girls stepped from the bathroom. The cinema's aging, high-traffic carpet was...sticky, on her bare feet, and the cold air blasting through a vent overhead caused goosebumps to form on her bare skin.

Tendrils of her unbound hair, blonde with streaks of sun-bleached platinum, fell down to tickle her naked shoulders. Beside her, little, blindfolded Hanna was humming quietly to comfort and distract herself. Alice stood on her other side, her shoulders tensed and her hand squeezing Lucy's in a death grip, almost as tightly as she had her eyes squeezed shut.

Like Hanna, Alice was using her only free hand to keep her pussy covered which left her chest exposed. She was growing a respectable pair of breasts for her age. Her rounded, apple-sized boobs were smaller than Lucy's, but very cute and incredibly perky. They matched her dancer's frame nicely, just big enough to jiggle with every step she took right along with her tender pink nipples which stuck out enticingly.

They turned the corner and headed for the lobby, their bare feet padding silently down the hall. In my opinion, the best way to appraise their athletic, cheerleader conditioning was to see them from behind. You would be hard pressed to pick who between them had the best-looking bottom. I imagine Hanna's porcelain flesh had to flex more because it took her extra steps to keep up while Alice's long, coltish legs could match Lucy stride for stride. Butts all equally firm and sexy, the biggest distinction lay in their shading. Hanna had a stark white rump while Lucy sported an all-over tan. Alice was a mix, with slightly darker, angled tan lines bisecting her cute, pale tush.

The three naked babes followed Tiffany into the cinema lobby. From here, you could see out into the mall. Well, Lucy could see it. Alice and Hanna couldn't see anything because their eyes were still closed. Tiffany's final instructions were that Rooster was waiting to pick them up at the same door they had entered and that she was not going to accompany them since they could surely find it from here. "Have fun," she teased, her last words before turning back into the theater with her fellow captains to settle in for a relaxing evening at the movies. Talk about a power move!

Lucy, on the other hand, was the opposite of relaxed. Every inch of her totally exposed body was sending warning signals to her brain screaming at her to stop this madness and save herself and her friends from certain humiliation. But something, perhaps a deep-down desire not to let Tiffany defeat her, refused to yield and prodded her to take a single, fateful stride forward. That step was miraculously followed by another one, then another. Before she knew it, she was at the entrance of the cinema.

Alice gasped when her bare foot landed on the cold tile of the mall corridor. Lucy felt resistance as her naked friend instinctively balked crossing the threshold. Glancing over to check on her, Lucy saw a strong blush forming on Alice's face. As it would for any thirteen-year-old girl, this must have felt like a nightmare coming true, being led completely naked and vulnerable against your will into the heart of a busy shopping mall.

From the warmth on her own cheeks, Lucy knew her face had to be sporting a similar blush. As much as she wanted to stop and turn back too, she feared Tiffany would only make things worse for them if they didn't show up at the truck as planned and Rooster had to come looking for them. She had led them this far, she had to get moving again, and fast before Alice did something foolish like opening her eyes.

Looking across the expanse, she located the exit door on the far side of the wide courtyard. It seemed impossibly far away. The three naked cheerleaders would have to traverse the entire length of the food court in the middle of dinner time on a busy Friday night.

"Come on, we're almost there," she lied, tugging forcefully on Alice's hand to make her keep walking.

As they entered the mall proper, Hanna hummed louder, desperate to drown out the growing noises around them. Lucy glanced over to make sure her friend was ok. Her bright red nipples shined like beacons on her fair chest, little Christmas lights spreading cheer to everyone they passed. Lucy's own aching nipples came to stiff points on her nicely rounded breasts, but she had no way of attending to them or covering them. She just had to let them poke lewdly out of her young, naked chest and lead the way through the crowd.

They were solidly in the minority when it came to ethnicity. To the groups of mostly dark-skinned teenagers hanging out in the food court, three cute, white girls walking past would have been somewhat of a novelty, enough to draw their attention. But seeing a gorgeous trio of young, white cheerleaders marching buck naked through their mall sent an immense ripple of interest and excitement through the crowd.

Every table Lucy led them past, the same pattern repeated in a tortuous cycle. A couple boys within the group would sense them approaching and turn to investigate. She saw their initial shock, the wide eyes as they didn't quite believe what they were seeing. Then came the gasps as their jaws fell open and they took in every inch of what the naked girls were freely flashing them. Their eyes would crawl eagerly up her and her friends’ long, sexy legs to feast upon their every intimate secret. They stared at her bulging breasts, imagining what it would be like to fondle them. Then, naturally, they would scramble to get the attention of the rest of their table so that every boy in the group would get a chance to take in the unbelievable show.

While Hanna and Alice were spared having to watch the humiliating scene play out over and over, Lucy was afforded no such luxury. As their guide, she had to keep her eyes open to navigate them through the food court to the exit. With both her hands occupied holding theirs, she didn't even have as much modesty as her friends. Her pretty, bald pussy, coated only in wetness and slightly parted to advertise her arousal, twinkled with every step she took.

She heard chairs scooting across the floor behind her as whole groups of teenage boys scrambled to get up and follow them. Some whistled and made clumsy cat calls while a few girls reacted with jealous wrath, calling out things like, "get out of here, skanks."

Lucy didn't even know what a skank was, but sensing trouble, increased her pace. They were almost to the door now, but with a horny gang of boys hot on their heels. Alice started making a high-pitched squealing sound and moved even faster, pulling ahead of Lucy. I guess her fear of letting those boys behind her catch up outweighed the risk of running blindly into something or someone. With her shorter legs, Hanna had to resort to a near jog to keep up.

As the terrified girls plowed through the exit door, Alice opened her eyes. Seeing Rooster's blessed truck idling in the drop-off lane, dropped Lucy's hand and darted ahead with a burst of speed. Lucy ran after her, but Hanna only took a few steps before coming to a stop. Before she could really see where she was going, she needed to remove the ribbon from around her head and it had somehow gotten tangled in her curly hair.

Alice bounded onto the bed of the truck with a graceful leap that would make a ballet instructor proud. When she looked back, she squealed an alarm, "HANNA, RUN!"

Lucy reached the truck a second later and scrambled aboard. She looked back, assuming Hanna would be right behind her only to see she had made almost no progress since exiting the food court. Just then the boys started to pour out of the mall doors. The naked girl screamed and started running as fast as her little legs could carry her. She could only pump one arm because she needed the other one to hold the ribbon out of her eyes. The boys soon oriented on their naked prey and streamed forward like a pack of wolves chasing down a poor, defenseless bunny.

She was too small to leap onto the truck, but Alice and Lucy were there to catch her and pull her the rest of the way on. Rooster was oblivious to the frantic scramble behind him. All he cared about was not falling behind schedule. As the girls linked arms and curled up into naked little balls of pink flesh, the truck roared to life drawing them away from the pack of horny, howling teenagers.

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Oh my god. I'm so proud of Lucy right now. I can't believe they *walked* through that food court. I love that usage of the hair ribbon!

The depiction of horny teenage boys as raging zombies was particularly amusing.

So what did Lucy actually say to describe the sevies' bodies to Mikey? There's no way she used those words, hehe.