Amber loses her shirt

"HEY SLUT!" shouted one of the three girls.

This startled Amber, she quickly turned her head to see the younger, smaller girls advancing on her.

The main girl was a plain looking blonde, the other two were brunettes. All the girls were two years younger than Amber and about 2-3 inches shorter. The group dressed in skimpy summer attire which included booty shorts and tops that could very well be bras.

"I'M TALKING TO YOU BITCH" proclaimed the blonde.

Amber stood up bare feet still in the surf and turned now completely facing her adversaries, her back to the waves.

The trio stopped just a foot from where Amber stood in a neat semicircle, leaving our protagonist no where to run.

Upon the blonde girls orders the two brunettes each grabbed one of Amber's arms.

Struggle as she might Amber could not break free from the two smaller yet some what stronger girls.

"Listen you attention stealing skank" said the blonde.

"We are going to make your outfit match your slutty ice cream eating ways"

Amber's heart sank, they couldn't be serious? Where these girls about to mess with her clothes over eating a ice cream?

The answer was yes, the blonde reached for Amber's top button on her flannel shirt. Again our heroine struggled but could not break free.

A knot formed in the pit of Amber's throat.

One, two, three the blonde went down button by button before exclaiming...

"... AHA!"

Grabbing a fist full of shirt with each of her hands, the blonde pulled as hard as she could down and away from Amber's chest.

Buttons flew and snapped in every direction exposing the tank top Amber hid underneath.

The blonde girl grinned with delight at the sight of the torn clothing.

"PLEASE STOP!" cried Amber, "we are all women here, lets not be cruel"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears, the blonde next reached for the neck line on Amber's tank top.

With the same ferocity as before the lead girl ripped the delicate clothing item down the center. This brought into view Amber's heaving breast, encased now only by a sexy half cup lacy bra. The bra barely concealed her nipples, leaving Amber's tits almost over spilling from the top.

"I KNEW SHE WAS A SLUT!" proclaimed the blonde. "who wears lingerie to the beach anyways?" she added.

Amber hung her head, although a strong feminist she secretly loved wearing lingerie to feel a little naughty. Never in a million years did she think anyone would find out, how could they?

She was always so careful dressing like a modern progressive hipster.

Now she stood here more exposed and **** than ever before at the mercy of three younger women.

Amber held back tears, her arms tired from the struggling went limp as if accepting defeat.

"Okay, lets see what else miss fancy bra is hiding" boasted the blonde.

Amber's head shot up, her mouth agape upon hearing these words. She now knew they weren't going to stop here. Amber was going to be **** to show more than she ever wanted to show. And that terrified her down to her soul.