Annie turns on Mimi

“N-no need to do that. Can’t you just let a gal take a shower?” Mimi clasped her hands. “Come on Rachel, you don’t have to do this. I don’t deserve-”

“Don’t deserve it, she says!” the lioness snarled. “I didn’t deserve you leaking the security footage of our changing room to the whole college! Everyone saw my tits!”

“Why Mimi ?!” I had to ask.

“I had to show everyone how she was stuffing her bra! Half the boys on campus were enchanted by a bit of foam and toilet paper!”

“Mimi, it is a miracle that you survived this long here.”

“Thanks!”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

“Gang, grab the two idiots.” I tried to resist, I swear I did, but after all the exercise I had done today, I didn’t have the energy to fight the surprisingly strong hyenas. Mimi however, seemed to be faring better. The Zebra didn’t dare to enter the water to apprehend her.

“Ugh, I don’t want to get wet.”

“Don’t be a baby.”

“Then you go into the shower, oh fearless lion!”

“I will! …Hmm, this gives me an idea. Let’s stick’em these two losers in the drying machine until the club arrives. They’ll be nice and toasty for whatever they have in mind.”

According to the boss, going for a spin inside a clothes dryer is not fun, especially with other people joining. Yuck. I can already see my face getting buried in between Mimi’s ass-cheeks as we spin the dizzying tango. Not to mention that getting stuck in the drier would give the kidnapper ample opportunity to come commit their foul deed.

“No, screw it. My cousin was right. Sorry, Mimi, you are on your own. I’m joining the club.”

“W-what?”

“Why would we let you join us?”

“Because I can suggest we do something much more fun than watching clothes dry. I see you guys like the classics, well, have you heard of The Most Dangerous Game?”