Bra and Panties

Each of the brunettes holding Amber's arms looked down to her waist line, this gave away which piece of clothing their leader would attack next. The blonde not missing a beat undid the button on Amber's shorts. Then almost as if torturing the helpless girl she slid the zipper down slowly.

A peak of the lace panties Amber was hiding came into view at the bottom of the zipper. Amber desperately closed her knees tight hoping to prevent further embarrassment.

The blonde girl grabbed onto the sides of Amber's shorts and began to pull them down. Encountering resistance at the hips, she got down on her knees and yanked with all her might. The shorts dropped to Amber's feet.

This lead Amber to yelp in embarrassment as her lacy matching thong came into view.

Blondie looked up from on her knees still holding the shorts at Amber's feet, And saw her striking figure.

Arms extended out, draped in her tattered shirt.

Breast nearly overflowing from the small bra cups, legs bent inward trying to conceal her thong. That thong the tiny fabric concealing Amber's mound, an exquisite piece of lace nearly sheer matched her bra perfectly.

"Well, well, well," said the blonde standing to her feet, shorts in hand.

"Looks like we have a matching set"

Amber cringed, knowing full well how little to the imagination her underwear left.

The two brunettes took this opportunity to peel the ripped shirts off Amber's back and rejoin their leader, thus releasing Amber.

Running away came to Amber's mind immediately, but in this state of undress she dared not be seen by more people.

So she just stood there bra and thong, feet in the ocean, awaiting her captors next move.

"Look, she is petrified!" exclaimed one of the brunettes.

It was true Amber felt paralyzed with embarrassment.

Her silky light skin got goose bumps all over, and her lips quivered.

Finally the tears came pouring out, and the overwhelming feeling of shame overcame her.

The once cool feminist now stood there in risque lingerie, her thick glasses and red lipstick giving her more of a slutty look than the hipster vibe she desired.

"Think she learned her lesson?" asked the other brunette.

"Almost" replied the leader.

The blonde punched Amber in the gut, knocking the wind out of her. Then the girls collected all her belongings including phone, keys and shoes. Amber fell to her knees in the damp sand and through teary eyes watched her assailants walk away with her dignity.

Amber was left under the pier in her bra, which now gave the slightest peek of her areolas.

And her lacy thong which covered none of her back side and only a eye patch worth of her pubic mound.

What was she going to do?

How would she get home?

Most importantly how could she remain unseen?

Amber would die if a boy saw her like this, the very thought made the nervous cutie shudder.