The Date, Part Eleven

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Part Eleven

They were going to make it.

The field hadn’t been too far off from Violet Delight. Even with the awkwardness of running whilst naked and the inefficiency of being connected to both girls by her hands, they closed the distance quickly. Though the idea of one or all of the boys snapping pictures of her bare backside made Hallie cringe in embarrassment, she decided that anything without her face in it would be fine. 

As they stepped onto the back deck of the restaurant, Liv let go of her hand and opened the back door. 

“Wait, wait, wait!” Hallie exclaimed. She couldn’t just run inside the building naked! But she also couldn’t get dressed with the young men potentially closing the distance. She hadn’t even checked to see if they were following, but she had to assume the sight of a naked girl would lead the average guy to do as much. There were really no good options.

Tara was more decisive. Being fully clothed probably helped. “It’s a back hallway. Just go, Hallie.” Tara also let go of Hallie’s hand and used the now free hand to give an equally hard slap to Hallie’s other ass cheek, copying Liv’s method of ‘motivation.’ Then she placed both hands on the bare girl’s upper back, helping her inside via a rough shove. “Liv, grab the slut’s towel?”

Hallie gasped at the spank, facial cheeks going crimson again. Maybe some parents would have done that back in the day, but the world was definitely too sensitive these days for those kinds of punishments. Hallie had never been spanked, ever. She had always wanted to try it with a boy, but none of the ones she had been with so far were particularly into that. 

As of right now, she didn’t like it. At all.

Stumbling forward as Tara didn’t give her much of a choice with her insistent shoving, Hallie felt her bare feet touch the cool laminate floor. It was only then that Tara’s instructions to Liv sunk in. “Wait, my clothes!” Hallie exclaimed. Not even thinking twice about it, she flung her arms around herself as they crossed the threshold. They were inside. Anyone could turn the corner and see her.

“You’re a slut, Hallie. You don’t wear clothes.” 

Tara dropped all pretenses of being her normal self. She had gone back to the cold, unyielding attitude she had begun with. Liv appeared a moment later. She pulled the door closed behind her and locked it, just in case the guys tried to be bold enough to follow them inside.

Hallie froze. Tara’s words were awful, but that wasn’t even the half of it. She was trapped. One way led to a restaurant full of people. The other led back outside. Onlookers or not, she didn’t want to go back out there. “But-” She finally found her voice, but it hardly mattered.

“No buts, Hallie!” Tara rolled her eyes. It wasn’t the first time she had said that one. “You’re dressed as you should be. Besides, now those boys have some souvenirs. I’m sure they’ll take good care of your lovely lingerie.”

Hallie lightly blushed at all of it. The rude implication that ‘naked’ was how she should be dressed. The idea of pervy guys taking possession of her sexy, expensive underwear set. Her favorite bra, for that matter.  'But, my outfit.’ She wanted to at least fight for that, but guessed it wouldn’t go over well. “Can I at least have the towel . . .?” Hallie mumbled.

“Not yet,” Tara said. She took the towel from Liv, folding it over her arm as she met Hallie’s eyes. Her tone was calm, but there was a slight sharpness to it. “First, admit you’re a slut.”

“I-” Hallie’s voice caught in her throat. Naked inside. Dozens of lewd pictures of herself while fully exposed. Tara, who knew about Mark. There was no getting away from this. Without argument, Hallie did as she was told. “I’m a slut . . .”

Rather than extend the towel for Hallie to take, Tara held out Hallie’s phone. “Obviously. Now say it for the camera. ‘My name is Hallie, and I’m a total slut.’”

“Do you want to fuck me?” Liv added with a conspiring smile. 

“Ooh, yeah! Great idea, Liv.”

“Tara, please . . .”

“It’s a little too late for that, Hallie.” Tara glared at her, “You fucked Mark. My boyfriend. Well, my ex-boyfriend. Now do as you’re told, or the whole world will see just how much of a slut you are. And not just from these photos.” She gestured to the restaurant around the corner and down another hallway, as well as the door leading outside.

The faint voices from the dining area just now registered to Hallie, and Tara’s words fully sunk in. Her friend didn’t just have the potential to show the entire online world her body. Tara also had the power to strand her buck naked as well. 

Hallie nervously took the phone.

At this, both Tara and Liv went silent. Patiently, or rather, impatiently, waiting for her to comply. 

Hallie braced herself for a moment, remembering both Tara’s phrase and Liv’s addition. Something about doing a video felt so much worse. She had taken countless selfies outside, displaying her naked self and every expression under the sun. But that was ‘fine,’ since she at least took selfies nearly every day, albeit less exposed ones.

But a video was different. It felt more real, more personal. Mortifying and damning, too, in this instance.

And yet, Hallie committed. Uncovering her bare breasts to hold the phone up in a selfie position, she tried to force her blush away, tried to remove any shakiness from her voice. If she didn’t do it ‘right,’ Tara would surely just make her do it again. Looking into the camera as bravely as she was able, Hallie said it.

“My name is Hallie, and I’m a total slut. Do you want to fuck me?”

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