Amy´s Santiago Botched Undercover Operation

“So, Nola Polistein, was it? Ready for your final initiation before joining the Heartcrusher gang?”

“Yeah, of course. Bring it on, sister!” Amy replied, trying to sound “hip” and “cool” like her “fellow” gang members. She was at the beach, surrounded by a group of young punks girls. They all had dyed hair of unnatural color and were wearing ripped jackets and clothes that made them look like they jumped straight from a 90s cartoon idea of a gang member.

Compared to them, Amy barely looked like she belonged. Her glossy hair was still its natural dark brown. Her drab outfit looked more in place with an office than a gang. That was par the course. She couldn’t wear the gang’s “colors” until she was one of them, even if she was dreading that makeover. But oh well, no one said going undercover was easy.

“Good, see that buoy over there? Swim from there and back.”

“That all? I could do it with my eyes closed.”

“Not, that’s not all.”

“Oh …it’s not?”

“Of course not. You have to do it naked. Go skinny dipping.”

“Ah… Well, it’s kind of chilly today. Do you mind if I keep my underwear?”

The gang all looked at each other, sneering at their recruit. “Look who’s getting cold feet, girls!”

“Well, yes. As I was saying, it’s chilly today…” Amy tried to defend herself.

“I guess you are not tough enough to join our gang if a little skinny dipping has you squealing like that.”

“Squealing like a pig, am I right, girls?”

“No, no. I’m not a pig. Or a cop. Especially not a cop! I’m d-doing it!!” Amy quickly removed her footwear, pants, jacket, and undershirt, standing on the beach with naught but her drab white underwear hiding her fit olive-skinned figure. To the hollers of the rest of the gang, her bra and panties followed, and the undercover detective took her first naked steps into the water.

“Ahh! It’s cold!”

“Woot! Nice ass Nola!”

“Yeah, go for it!”

“Come on Amy, you can do this. This is just like what everyone did at that high school party... that I didn’t go to,” Amy muttered under her breath.

Amy submerged herself and swan forward, focusing her eyes on the distant buoy and trying hard not to think about the fact that she was naked on the beach. Or about the gang that DID see her whole naked ass a few seconds ago.

Reaching the buoy was no problem, and neither was swimming back. But as Amy’s feet stepped on the sand, she had a problem… namely, that no one was waiting for her, and her stuff was also likewise missing.

“Girls? Girls, where are you? This isn’t funny!” Amy yelled, standing up from the water.