Angie wins, stripping her naked. Mackenzie is humiliated

(chapter originally by bluefish49 at writing.com)

With a Herculean yank, Angie broke Mackenzie's grip on the swimsuit and went tumbling backwards with it in her hands. Mackenzie, now totally nude save for the lifeguard's whistle on a string around her neck, wailed in despair and tried to scramble over to pull it away from her, but was instantly seized by two bikini-clad women.

"We have a winner!" sang Sarah, strutting over. "Welcome back to the land of the clothed, Angie! And as for you, Lifeguard Girl...girl, it really sucks to be you."

Angie was wasting no time in putting on Mackenzie's swimsuit, obviously almost delirious with pleasure at not being publicly naked anymore. Meanwhile the crowd was sparing Mackenzie no mockery as she struggled in the grasp of her captors, the **** writhing of her bare and voluptuous seeming to only encourage them.

Standing directly in front of her, so close that their breasts almost touched, Sarah took Mackenzie's bright red face in her hands. "Lifeguard Girl," she said solemnly. "With the authority vested in me by My Bunch Of Friends Who Really Like Pranks, I do so sentence you to being naked in front of a whole lot of people." Spinning on her heel, she raised a dramatic finger over her head. "Let the sentence be carried out! To the parking lot!"

Mackenzie was half-walked, half-dragged into the pool parking lot, with almost the entire crowd following along. On the way she was the star of countless pictures, selfies, and videos, as well as more than a few cheeky slaps on her ass or comments about the perkiness of her breasts. "You're going to go so viral," marveled a girl with rainbow stripes in her hair as she tapped away eagerly on her smartphone. Mackenzie caught a glimpse of the hashtag "#NakedLifeguardChick" on the screen.

Cold metal pressed against her back as she was pushed down onto the hood of a bright red sports car. Her wrists and ankles were bound with zip ties, forcing her into a humiliating spread-eagled position, with no possible way to preserve her modesty. "You can't do this to me!" she pleaded. "I'm the lifeguard!"

Sarah brightened. "Hey, that's right, you are!" Plucking the whistle from around Mackenzie's neck, Sarah tossed it to Angie, who had followed them along with the rest of the spectators. "Hey Angie - wanna be our promoter?"

Catching the whistle deftly, Angie nodded, still looking dizzy with relief. "Y-yeah. Hell yeah."

"Oh, come on! I tried to help you!" exclaimed Mackenzie, almost hurt.

"Look, somebody's getting humiliated here, and I figure better you than me," said Angie with a shrug. "Besides - you pulled my hair. I like my hair."

"No good deed goes unpunished, Lifeguard Girl," said Sarah cheerfully, climbing into the driver's seat of the car, still in her blue bikini. Angie climbed into the passenger's seat beside her. Sarah looked around at the crowd. "Everybody ready to do this?"

The crowd roared in approval. Sarah started the engine and Mackenzie felt it thrum to life beneath her bare skin. Angie blew a blast on the whistle that people could probably hear from four blocks away. "Please, no! Come on!" Mackenzie was practically babbling at this point. "At least put a towel over me!"

"Where would be the fun in that?" asked Sarah with a roguish grin, putting on a pair of sunglasses. "Let's ride."