Ask around for help

You have to admit that Sabrina has you in the palm of her hands. You have **** but to play her game, but maybe you can get some help? Someone is bound to come to your rescue if you ask discreetly.

You duck into some bushes behind a cabin, the leaves tickling your exposed skin. You are hiding next to the trail that leads to the softball field. {if Ropa < 3} Yikes, the grass blades are digging into some …sensitive places that they have no business touching. Why didn´t Sabrina at least spare your panties?{endif}

The road is not very traveled, but eventually, a couple of campers pass right by you. They are the Otoshi twins, a pair of short identical sisters of Japanese descent. They are nice girls; they might help you. You whisper at them; they don´t hear you. Time for plan B. You stretch your bare leg and trip them over while they pass by.

“What th-? Look, it´s Nicole!”

“Hey girls,” You say with a weak smile. With your body shrinking into the bush, only your head pokes out. “C-can you help me? Sabrina k-kind of stole my clothes.”

{if key < 0}. “Yeah, we saw. Then she made you do a bunch of embarrassing dares in front of your cabin. It was quite funny.”

“Y-you saw that?” you ask, your voice cracking as a cold shiver makes travels all the length of your spine.

“You kidding me? That´s the talk of the camp! Jimmy even recorded some of it.” Great, your legend grows. You are going to have to confiscate that phone when this is over. {endif}

“I was wondering how Sabrina was going to get payback after your last prank,” commented the other twin .

You want to plead some more but find yourself stuttering. Admitting defeat is more difficult than you expected, so is asking for help. “I …well I... C-can I borrow some clothes please?”

“I don´t think our clothes will fit you.”

“Also, Sabrina said that if she finds anyone helping you, they will be assigned to laundry duty for the rest of the summer,” said the other sister.

“Laundry duty sucks!”

“That´s bad! A counselor can´t **** her authority like that!” you reply.

“… I mean …You told us the same thing when you stole Sabrina´s clothes from the showers last Friday.”

“That´s different! It was only a short walk back to the cabin, I left her a hand towel, and it was hilarious. Come on girls, Sabrina pranks me all the time, can´t you see that I´m the victim here?”

“I mean ...are you? You also prank her pretty bad.”

No, you don’t! You only retaliated against Sabrina because she stole your bikini tops at swim practice. Which she only did because you pulled down her pants at the assembly the night before. And that was payback for the time when you replaced her ketchup with the spiciest hot sauce on this side of the continent.

And that´s not even close to all the pranks you pulled on each other. There´s the toy spider on the makeup box, the wasabi toothpaste, superglue soap, itching powder on underwear, socks filled with jelly, the bucket of syrup above the door... Huh, maybe your rivalry is getting a bit out of hand.

“Ok, ok, I get it. But I only prank her in retaliation! She is the one that starts up trouble{if Karma < 0}…most of the time.{endif} Trust me, It´s a completely different situation.”

The girls exchange looks. “I don’t know…”

“Yeah, we don´t want to get on Sabrina´s bad side.”

“She´ll never find out! Pretty please! I will accept anything, even your bedsheets!”

The leaves ruffle behind you, the twins cover their mouths to stifle a joint yelp. “Hiya dearie,” a soft voice whispers in your ear, and then a sharp slap hits your bottom.

“AAAAH!” You jump away from the bush in shock. Sabrina is standing right behind you.

“No cheating, luv. None of the campers will help you, so you better get on out of here!”

“W-wait, that´s not true, right girls?” You turn around, the twins whistle innocently as they saunter towards the softball field. “Girls? Girls please! Come on!”

“You best get going loser, or else I´m going to get to pinching…” Your blonde rival digs her fingers into your exposed belly and squeezes them to make her point. You howl and run away. What now?