Amaya epilogue

“W-w-w-w-w-w-”

“Surprised?” Amala said, walking in front of the group and hugging the shoulders of the surprised naked girl.

“W-w-what the hell is going on!” Amaya replied, moving her hands up, down, and around her body in a vain attempt to cover up that ended up looking more like a weird dance.

“As if you don’t already know. Here’s the text you sent inviting everyone to your swimsuit party.” Amala pulled out her phone and showed it to Amaya. The naked girl silently read the text, color draining from her face as she did. “Here’s my favorite part. It says that if you don’t have a swimsuit, you can come naked, like you are doing!”

“Wooo, go Maya!” someone cheered Amaya.

“Didn’t think you had it in you. Honestly, I've never even seen you at a party before.”

“Yeah, but the signs were there, weren’t they? With how much she likes to dress up with masks and stuff. She was a party girl all along.”

“Thanks for the free drinks, too! Three hurrays for Amaya!”

All her classmates raised their glasses in cheer. Amaya barely reacted. Her soul had left her body long ago, and her consciousness was trying to follow suit. But first, she had to know the answer to a very important question.

“Who did…” Amaya narrowed her eyes. “Kathie, that bitch! I can’t believe she is using my phone like this!” Amaya cleared her throat. “E-everyone, there’s been a misunderstanding! I never-”

“What’s that, Amaya? Do you mean to say that you didn’t send the text?” Amala asked, cutting her off. “You think anyone would buy that, party girl? Are you ready to send all these people home and crown yourself as the biggest wet blanket the universe has ever seen?”

“I… I….”

“What’s that Amaya? Sounds like you need a drink. Here, have one courtesy of, well, you! I was surprised when you told us we could use your wallet and all the cash we found in your room to buy the party supplies, but well, I guess I gotta give you more credit, eh?”

“W-whatever! Do what you w-want!” Amaya pushed her rival aside. Who cares about the party? At least she was back home, and she could get…”Where are my clothes?” My blankets? Towels?!”

“You told us you didn’t want to get them stained, ripped, or stolen during the party, so we put them in a safe place,” Amala said, barely holding back a chuckle.

“Oh, that sounds actually reasonable. Where?”

Amala’s smile went as wide as her face. “As per your instructions, on the safe outside the flagpole. You know, the one near the entrance of the college? It will open automatically at 9 AM tomorrow when we can be sure that the party is over and you don’t have to worry about anyone stealing them.”

“Uh… how thoughtful of me… And 9 AM? I-isn’t that-”

“When most classes start? Why, yes. What an astute observation. And I bet you’ll want to be there at 9 o'clock sharp to avoid anyone else finding your stuff and stealing it away…”

“Y-yes, I guess I would…”

“Come on, party girl, cheer up! We are setting up a game of limbo outside, you should join us. Let’s see if your little tits can give you an advantage.” As her rival pulled her towards the limbo bar, Amaya let out an almost imperceptible squeak. She was home, but the embarrassment was nowhere close to being done. Katie was going to pay…. Eventually.

Amaya final DP score: 0