Hangover Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Sam walked confidently through to the kitchen, where the washing machine was. Amber trudged along behind, her wet tights rubbing on her thighs and bottom. Behind her, Danny and Daisy followed. Amber’s tights-clad feet felt cold on the tiled floor of the kitchen, and she was desperate for some aspirin, but didn’t think it was the right time to ask.

“Right, skirt off then Ams,” Sam said, as she opened the door to the washing machine.

Amber hesitated.

“But, Danny and Daisy…” she said.

“Yes, they’ll see your knickers. Never mind, they’ve seen them once already. Now, quickly, or do I need to get my phone out?”

Seeing that she didn’t have an awful lot of choice, Amber unzipped her skirt, pulled and down her legs, stepped out of it and put it into the washing machine. She heard fresh laughter from Danny as her sodden knickers came into view.

“And the blouse,” said Sam.

“But I’m not wearing a bra,” said Amber. “I don’t want your brother to see me topless.”

“If I were you I’d be more embarrassed about the fact that you pissed your pants than having a boy see your boobs,” said Sam.

It made sense, but all the same, Amber really didn’t want to strip off in front of Danny. She felt bad enough knowing that he was looking at her knicker clad bum, and didn’t want it to go further.

“Please don’t make me do this,” she pleaded.

“I’m not making you do anything,” Sam said. “You can walk away at any point. That’s your choice. You can either be embarrassed with us, or embarrassed for the whole world to see.”

With tears of humiliation starting to form in her eyes, Amber undid the blouse, one button at a time, before taking it off. She tried to cover up with her arms, but still felt very exposed.

“Oh stop being silly,” said Sam. “They’re going to see your chest, you might as well get used to it. Arms by your sides!”

She punctuated this last comment with a stinging slap to Amber’s rear. Amber rubbed her bottom before realising that she had completely exposed her chest to an ecstatic Danny, and a less enthused Daisy.

“Tights next,” said Sam.

Amber didn’t really see any point in arguing against this. Everybody could see her knickers right through her tights anyway, so she slipped them off without a fuss.

“Just the knickers now then,” said Sam.

“You can’t be serious?! You can’t expect me to let Danny see my… my…,” said a flustered Amber.

“Your fanny? Yes, he’s going to see that. Unless, of course, you’d rather put all your wet things back on, walk home, explain to your mother what has happened, and have to deal with the fallout of that picture I took earlier. Your call.”

For a moment, Amber just stood there, acutely aware of Danny’s eager stare. As she reluctantly put her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, she started to cry. She pulled her knickers down her legs, exposing her wet, bald pubic region to the room.