Closing the curtain

"See if you can figure out how to close the curtains!" Ryan called, pointing over to what seemed like a control box. "That way we can at least get Mackenzie out of sight!"

"R-right!" the topless girl replied, still quit red in the face herself. But sure enough, she headed for the control box to begin trying.

Meanwhile, Ryan ducked back down to attend to his girlfriend's ankles. He had no idea if he'd be able to get the cuffs open, but Mackenzie being able to wear his jacket in the meantime was a huge help for the humiliated redhead.

"Hang tight," he muttered to her.

"O-okay," she nervously replied.

Mackenzie was able to use one hand to hold the jacket closed, obscuring her torso from the crowd's view. And her other hand was able to do a decent job of covering her pussy. But Mackenzie still felt like the worst had already happened. She'd been entirely exposed and seen by absolutely everybody!

Over on stage left, Amy and Pauline were grappling fiercely with each other. And, given that each girl was wearing only one piece of underwear, the crowd was cheering them on quite vocally.

Things took a turn for the worst when Pauline managed to pin Amy down on the stage, sacrificing her modesty and letting the crowd see her big breasts in order to secure the winning move. Amy tried to work her way free, but all she could manage was to feebly cling to Pauline's panties.

"Nice try, bitch," Pauline sneered through panted breaths. "But you can't beat me one on one!"

"Good thing she doesn't have to then," a voice quipped, moments before Pauline felt her leg get tripped out from under her.

She tumbled over with a yelp of surprise, and since Amy hadn't relinquished her grip, she suddenly found Pauline's panties in her hand. It was a welcome surprise, but the sudden lack of weight pinning her down was truly worth celebrating. As was her surprise ally.

"Jeremy!" she cried in relief, looking up at her date for the night.

"Need a hand?" he asked, cocking a smile before helping his bottomless blushing date back to her feet.

Over on stage right, Lily was having a similarly rough time with Cynthia. Despite it being far less brutal, the other two girls were fighting each other with all they had as well. And with both of them clad in nothing but a pair of skimpy panties, the crowd wasn't sure who to cheer for most.

It was when Cynthia roared with rage and made a move to tackle Lily again that Mackenzie's friend finally saw her opening. She moved to take it, ...and promptly tripped. But as Lily stumbled forward, her hand once again managed to connect with her opponent's body in just the right spot. Lily fell to the floor, whisking Cynthia's panties down her legs as she did so, and her position on the floor happened at the perfect moment for Cynthia to trip over her and go crashing and somersaulting away now fully nude!

As Lily slowly regained her balance, she felt a pair of strong, familiar arms enveloping her.

"Garret!" she cried in relief.

Her beefy boyfriend lifted her up, clearly having been through quite a fight himself. His bruised face and knuckles were proof of that. But the fact that Demetri was nowhere to be seen seemed to indicate that he'd prevailed.

"You okay, Lil?" he asked, his usually stoic face overcome with concern.

"Y-yeah, I think so," she replied, only then truly noticing that a giant crowd had been watching her nearly naked catfight. "Are you?"

"Oh I'm fine. You should see the other guy," Garret said with a chuckle.

"Guys!" Jess called, peeking her head out from behind the slowly closing curtains. "Over here! Quick!!"

During the ensuing struggles, Jess had succeeded in initiating the closing of the curtains. Garret rushed over, still carrying Lily. And Amy and Jeremy bolted for the closing window as well.

"Just where do you think you're going, you bitch?!" Pauline screamed. She shakily got back to her feet, naked, outraged, and humiliated.

"You get the fuck back here!" Cynthia yelled as well. As she stood back up, she found herself similarly nude, furious, and embarrassed beyond all reason.

The crowd of students was still in an absolute uproar. And they only shouted even louder when they realized that their once in a lifetime was about to come to an end.

Pauline and Cynthia started running after the retreating girls. But each of them found themselves suddenly jerked to a halt. Some of the staff had finally managed to work their way onto the stage, and now two angry looking chaperones had grabbed the bullies.

"I don't know what the HELL you girls were pulling here tonight, but it stops NOW!" the girls' gym teacher yelled.

"Hey, let us GO!" Pauline shouted, struggling and failing to free herself from the teacher's iron grip. Cynthia was equally powerless to slip away from the other female chaperone. "THEY'RE the ones you should be grabbing!"

Pauline pointed towards the curtains, just as they had closed. Lily, Garret, Amy, and Jeremy had made it backstage and out of sight.

"Oh, believe me, after this utter fiasco, there will be PLENTY of blame to go around for ALL of you. But for now let's get you two out of here and have you explain yourselves!" the teacher said. Then, they started hauling Pauline and Cynthia off stage, trying (and largely failing) to keep them away from their adoring crowd.

Meanwhile, backstage, the four girls and three guys had finally all regrouped. The three boys had all lent their jackets to their respective date, to give them a modicum of cover. Poor Jess was left topless a bit longer until Garret was nice enough to remove his dress shirt as well and hand it to her.

"Mackenzie, what the fuck happened?!" Amy shouted. "How did you wind up on stage like that?! And that VIDEO???"

"I was an idiot," Mackenzie looked down as she responded. Both her ankles were still locked in handcuffs. "They tricked me, those conniving bitches!"

"Still, why did you go face them alone?" Lily asked.

"She wasn't alone," Jess added. Now it was her turn to feel guilty. "I was with her, but they got the jump on me too. I failed you Kenz..."

"I think we all kind of failed you tonight," Ryan muttered. "I'm so sorry."

"It's... It's okay guys, really," Mackenzie said. "None of you failed me at all! When push came to shove every single one of you fought to help me. It was my own shitty luck that stuck me in this humiliating setup, but if it hadn't been for you girls, I'd still be out there for everyone to see!"

Mackenzie opened her arms wide, inadvertently baring opening the jacket enough to briefly flash her breasts, but in the moment no one really noticed.

"I love you girls!" she cried.

And with that, Jess, Amy, and Lily all dove into one big group hug around their redheaded friend. It was a touching moment, if a bit awkward for the guys, given that each of the girls was nearly nude. But their happy embrace was interrupted a moment later.

"Mackenzie Fairbairn," a stern voice sounded from the doorway. As the figure stepped into the light, the gathered friends all realized at the same time and with the same feeling of dread, that it was the principal. "You and your friends have a LOT of explaining to do..."