A sticky situation

K-T woke up in panic, he had an icy feeling on his chest and lap. Looking down he saw that a deep red liquid was covering him.

"Stupid boy, it was a 17 dollar vanilla raspberry almond milk frappe milkshake! You're lucky we're leaving the station or I would have sent you to buy me a new one. It'll teach you leaving your feet in the aisle." barked the irrate middle age woman who had just spilled her drink on him before leaving without any form of apology.

"What the fuck?" muttered K-T, still in shock.

"Quick K-T, remove them!" said Emily.

"What ?"

"Dummy, it has raspberry juice in it. If we don't clean it now it'll stain and ruin the clothes for good. Remove them, I'll go rinse them in the sink of the toilets." She explained.

"I'm not sure..."

"there's still three hours to go, if you arrive with sticky stuff on your clothes Nana will make you throw them away."

K-T wasn't happy to have to strip, but those jeans and this t-shirt were some of the best clothes he owned, he couldn't afford to lose them.

He wasn't proud of it, but his many misadventures had given him a sort of talent. He was able to strip or dress quickly even seated or in confined spaces. He quickly removed his shoes without even bending down and slipped off his jeans and t-shirt. Thankfully he had been quick enough and the red liquid hadn't reached his boxers, his chest though was covered in red milkshake.

Emily grabbed his clothes and used the clean part of his t-shirt to wipe him down. She then climbed over him to get to the aisle, slightly crushing his balls with her knee.

K-T looked around to see if this incident has attracted the attention of the other passengers. He could see a few of them giggling and a girl his age had her phone out pointed at him.

After a few awkward minutes Emily came back and took back her seat, kneeing him in the groin once again while climbing over him. The pair of boxers he was wearing were old and a little too small, by brushing over it so hard twice, the worn thread holding the button that closed the fly gave up, sending the button to roll under the seats of the train. K-T was too busy with his bruised balls and his worry about his clothes to notice it though.

"So, can I have my clothes back?"