Contested

****.

Elly, like an idiot, l-like she didn't know...

Elly searched it up on her phone. Her thumb hovering - dangling over the precipice.

Then, scrolling. White background glaring in the darkness of her car.

The black girl hunched down, and glanced up for any sign of her one-time best friend.

The driveway of his parent's house was empty. Saturday night, and another car parked across the street from the brick-and-stucco rambler...

No matter where her thoughts turned, daggers waited. Elly returned her attention to her phone.

Scrolling. S-sick - it was a sick rabbit hole.

It was too much. It was all... all general stuff, and pairings, and stories, a-and -

Trembling, Elly modified her search. M-mother.

Daughter.

Oh god. It was there. At her fingertips, readable and observable. Crystal clear.

A mix of exposés, pimping moms, **** reports, fantasies, realities, 'real couples' - even a real, real mother, b-black, holding her daughter from behind, her words talking about romantic love l-like...

Perverted. Worse, the deeper she went in her search. Elly's skin crawled. Things... beyond belief.

Th-they happened. They really did.

Her too.

It had happened.

Her... and her m-mom.

Pulled over in the darkness outside James's home, his parent's, Elly threw the phone into the passenger seat, out of her palm like it was a live snake. Wiping her palm on her skinny jeans, she -

She could smell it.

She hadn't wanted to wake anyone, leaving home. H-her mother's house. The thought of seeing anyone that knew what she had done h-had been enough to...

No running water - not enough for a shower. Under the cover of darkness, every tiny sound a signal to panic, Elly had managed with a soapy hand towel and every... every damn moisturized wipe left in her bathroom. Even - even a few sanitizing wipes, chemicals irritating her smooth skin.

It hadn't been enough. The scent - it was a memory. A feeling, as vivid as if she was sticking her nose right into the older woman's hairy black musk, panting like an animal, driven by humiliating encouragement a-and what was happening between h-h-her...

Elly choked.

Her airway collapsed. Like her lungs lost all function, like she - she had forgotten h-how to breathe...!

Fear.

"Hhhh...!" Ragged, tight intake -

Fear. Suffocation. ****. Eyes bulging, hands flapping -

B-breathe!

Pulling, pushing, clicking the control of her automatic windows, Elly slammed the heel of her palm into the door armrest - fresh air... o-open!

Jesus Christ. Elly -

The car key. She turned it, a half -

The electric window rolled down, and cool night air washed over the wheezing, gasping colored girl.

It felt like freedom.

Drooling like an idiot, coughing and skin beaded with sweat, Elly stuck her whole head out the window and took her first clean breath in what felt like minutes.

She laughed.

Head hanging into the street, she laughed, a string of spit still wobbling from her bottom lip.

She sobbed.

The damned car keys. She had been clawing a-at her window. Hell, she could have just opened h-her stupid car door.

Wiping her mouth, ignoring the scent in her nostrils -

What. The. Eff, Elaine.

Oh!

A second moment of panic. This time - car headlights rounded the corner behind her.

Elly almost slammed her chin getting her head inside the door, a-and ducked down, scrunched down in her seat even though James must have seen her hanging halfway out her window -

The car passed by. Not James. They slowed f-for a minute, probably wondering about the black girl heaving and struggling out her car, but...

They passed.

G-god! Get it together! Rolling the window up, yanking the keys out of the ignition -

Headlights. Not half a minute later, Elly ducked down again, just in time, and this time...

This time James pulled into his driveway, and stopped.

Elly smiled - dark cheeks climbing, eyes shining.

She - she could have run out of her car and hugged him. Tackled him into his front seat, before he could step out of the car door.

For a dreamy moment, in a different place, she did.

She c-could have, really, if she wasn't so scared. So humiliated and embarrassed about her week that she couldn't even poke her head above the dashboard. What would she say? How would she even begin to - ?

A car door shut, the muffled thud reverberating in the night air. Gathering herself, hesitantly poking her head up, Elly -

Head down!

"Ah!" Elly jammed her ribs right in the gear selector. Clumsy - !

A second - the sound of a second car door shutting jumped Elaine's beating heart. F-followed... followed by a female voice.

A g-girl's voice.

A girl. His car.

Alone, holding her side, face resting in the passenger seat... Elly had to know.

She had to. Just a little peek. Maybe it was a... a relative. His mom, even. H-his...

Mom.

God.

Precious seconds... images -

Elaine shook her head, shook her feelings off, and slowly, carefully, got up - elbows, hands, slightly kinked black hair falling across her face...

She got up just in time to miss everything. A short female figure, unrecognizable in the darkness, crossed the street while Elly f-followed...

Followed with her eyes, peeping in the darkness. Tracking the girl, and then - James.

Her heart stopped. The throbbing in her side vanished.

James peered at her, or her car. Looking...

Looking, no longer.

Elaine sank. All the way down.

Lying on her side, head in the passenger seat and well below the dashboard - he had seen Elly's car. He'd r-recognize it, and -

And even if there was a shred of doubt, even if she hadn't be so obviously lurking - Elly knew James. She knew him so well. Knew what she had seen, even if it had been dark, even if she had only been up for a moment.

She had seen the split second of hesitation - seen that look, his knee bending in her direction, ready for motion as if his feet were drawn to her.

She had s-seen the cold decision not to, that followed.

The car across the street started, the - the girl...

The car drove away. She drove away.

Minutes passed, with no sound. No James.

And though she hadn't heard the front door, when she finally poked her head up again, James was gone.

Just like she knew he would be.

Her hand...

Her phone.

Alone. Leave her alone. Brand's last words to her...

She was alone.

Not daring to open her browser, even for a second, Elly went straight to her apps. Anything. James...

God! Not James! Anything, a hundred not-friends that she had somehow wound up friending on those last days of school. Anything to not be alone on a Saturday night.

Elly, brown face lit up by the backlight of her phone, smiled, let out a single happy laugh with tears in her eyes.

She turned the key, and left everything behind.

Everything. Elly shoved it all behind her, in the back of her mind, and locked it away.

It was a little drive, but Elaine Lockley was gone.

And... it felt good. Driving with the window down, hand catching the breeze - going to be with other... other college students. College small talk. Stuff she had been sick of days and weeks ago, repetitive conversations about majors and schools and -

Elaine had to check herself from swerving off the road she was so... so happy. Or - just relieved, just to have a destination that she didn't have to dread. People that didn't know her, except maybe the few high school acquaintances that had tipped her off. The promise of ****, and a quiet corner in which to sip it.

Elly found a tissue, and wiped her nose, a-and found the smile she needed to keep going.

They were wrong. She wouldn't be alone.

She... she wouldn't be alone, the teenager reminded herself later - swallowing as she took in the Greek symbols blazed proudly above the door of a tan two story structure, revelers freely coming and going. She hadn't... it wasn't the most prestigious-looking house she had seen, like in tours of her own college. But it was the only fraternity she had seen with students in full action, a-and...

Spring Break. Saturday, going on Sunday.

Feeling underdressed in her hastily assembled tank top, jeans, and flip flops, Elly -

"Hey, honey! Look at those - Mm-mm!"

Gathered on the steps, college age boys and girls smoked and chatted and -

"Here for the show? Mix it up, girl!"

Elly climbed the stairs, giving herself plenty of room. Idiots.

"Give us a little preview! Don't make us wait."

"Aw - she's blushing!"

"... How can you tell?"

Jesus. Fast feet took Elaine past the smokers, and inside the communal home.

"Girls are free."

A velvet rope parted and...

And Elly was inside. House music, and milling crowds. Elly hadn't bothered with a purse, no phone t-to check and see if there was anyone she knew, just car keys and herself.

She didn't really want to see anyone she knew anyway. Just human company, and a place to be. She just...

Finding the quietest section of the party area, and closing her eyes, Elaine drank in the noise around her. And surrounded by people, she still was alone.

"Hey there!"

Eyes fluttering open - a voice, a handsome olive-skinned guy smiled at Elly, waving as if he knew her.

Did he?

She - Elly smiled back shyly. "Hi - "

The guy brushed passed the Elaine, his attention elsewhere, some other clear-skinned blonde, a-and -

"I saw that." Elly almost missed it. Over the noise, the thumping house music, a smiling boy... lean, heavily freckled, with a stupidly sideways black baseball cap, grinned at Elaine.

"Oh, I - " E-Elly -

He looked past her, waved, walking -

What was she - invisible?!

Close to tears, the black girl whirled away a-and -

A warm hand squeezed her shoulder.

"Whoa, hey there, I'm just kidding!" Baseball Cap laughed. "Hi!"

"O-oh. Um, hi." The stranger's hand dropped politely from her shoulder, not lingering.

H-hi.

"No, I do know the feeling. Happens to me like a bad habit. You, though... gosh you're gorgeous. Must be a first time for you! Huh, Tears?"

Elly wasn't... wasn't crying. Sh-she...

She wiped wetness off one cheek, and felt a smile break across her face.

"That's not true!" Not exactly.

"... Well," Baseball Cap his throat, "I'm Joel, by the way. Uh, everyone calls me Jet, but..."

Joel.

It took Elly a second t-to realize he was waiting, and she was -

"Elaine." Gosh, her cheeks were hot. "U-um, Elly. You can call me Elly... Joel."

"Okay - Elaine."

It was inane, how pleased Elly was to... to just talk to someone normal. Like she was normal.

Her cheeks hurt she was smiling so hard.

"So, you drinking tonight?"

God, please yes.

"Um, yeah! I mean, s-sure. Thanks."

"Don't worry - girls are free. Come on."

Apparently girls weren't entirely free. To the background of house music, anonymous hands took their toll - her thighs and butt and shirt all got little pulls and brushes. N-nothing that she could confront, even if she was in the mood.

"Ooh, a little diversity."

She... wasn't in the mood to argue, to assert herself. She really wasn't, not even at that, or the hand p-patting her tight stomach, nearly sliding under her breasts that came with it.

And... even if she had wanted to, the twinges that came with the groping - with the humiliation, with the crude words. It brought her to that place... what she had done, i-it...

"Lick 'er black rear," Joel announced, sinister grin, shining eyes, a-and - darkness. The room...

E-Elly... Elly, swallowing, heart sinking, the taste and even the f-f-feeling of spit-drenched pubic hair swirling across her tongue -

"H-huh?" Tongue too thick in her mouth t-to -

"I said - 'liquor before beer'!"

Sound returned to Elaine's ears. Background noise.

Joel held up a shot for each of them - one in each hand. The darkness encroaching on the room retreated, while the clear liquid filtered the light, refracting it, small glasses shining like twin jewels.

Elly took both shots, without a word.

One.

B-burning!

The other.

Elly gasped, "Kff! KfF-f!!" Coughed, and felt some of the acrid liquid almost shoot out her n-nose, burning inside her nostrils.

I-i-it helped.

Even the pain of drinking the harsh stuff helped put her feet back on the ground. She wasn't in her bedroom anymore. She stood, with somebody... somebody else, another person, many people, at a kitchen island, piled with bottles of hard **** -

"Holy hell, girl!" Joel laughed.

Elly tried to **** smile back.

It tasted like paint thinner. But Joel's impressed expression, and her own need to forget -

Jesus, he poured another two. A-and this time Elly more prudently took the one he offered, instead of both.

Clink

"To girls at parties, showing off what they're made of," Joel announced - loud enough to make heads turn, and a few plastic beer cups raise in salute.

"Hear hear!"

"'Show us what you're made of' - good one, Jet!"

Surrounded by cheers, and Elly - Elly got an extra cheer, when she downed another shot of some mysterious liquor in one go.

Burning, all the way down.

"I think I'm... I'm good on that," Elly gasped, too low for Joel, for anyone, to hear over the din - even as another shot appeared in her hand.

Fighting the lean boy's dimpled smile, the crowd around her, the colored girl shook her head and set the clear stuff on the counter. Her stomach was empty, a-and the three shots she already had -

"You... you said beer? Maybe a beer!" Elaine offered loudly, as an alternative.

"Beer? Yeah."

"Sure! Yeah - hold on! I'll get you some!"

Elly's hand flashed out - to her surprise, a-and looking at his face, her new companion's surprise as well.

"I... I don't want to be alone," She blurted, pressing close enough to be heard without shouting. Pressing her chest and stomach up to his side, her lips just above his shoulder. Embarrassing herself - or at least feeling embarrassed. The hands that had molested her... but she had just met... she didn't even want to become attached to some... some guy, here, now, but...

"Um, just here. Just for right now." Elaine dropped her hand from Joel's elbow. She -

Hating the neediness in her voice, in her heart - "If that's okay, I mean." Elly **** it back, "I-if you want to go, do your thing, I get it - "

A mysterious hand brushed, groped the black college girl's butt, making her squirm against Joel's hip. Sh-she was too involved to address it, the quarters too tight, and the explanation t-too -

"No! No problem! Come on, Elaine!" Joel smiled, and grabbed Elly's hand.

Weaving through the party, around dancers and drinkers, the short walk to the back patio was a gauntlet of college students in various states of inebriation. Boys and... and girls, plenty of sorority girls, almost all white - college age and pretty.

None... none like Elly.

"Here, there's just a little line. I'll be right back."

Elaine got left behind, a group of girls beside her, people moving in and out of the back sliding door. Waving a moment, making a little smile as Joel turned to give her a goofy thumbs-up -

That stupid hat.

"Where'd that ho come from? Who shtopped at the corner?" A slurred female voice proclaimed.

Elly felt her shoulders tighten.

"Bet she's jusht here to show off her fat tits."

Tight shoulders, gritted teeth. Some special kind of sorority girls, especially when they were drunk, were the nastiest little -

She had seen it before. And surrounded by friends, there was no point. None. She just had to pretend she couldn't hear every word.

Like they were doing to her.

"All those kinda' girls are - tishs and assh." The girl's drunken, haughty cadence, nearly spitting out the words at the end of her sentences...

There was no point.

'"Cause if the guys looked up for one second - you see that face? Like a damn..."

Whispering. Whatever evil thing she w-was saying -

"Cici!" Another girl, one of her friends or sorority sister, laughed uncomfortably. "You cant say that about them!!"

"Pfft! Tell me I'm wrong!! A motherfuckin' monkey, seriously!"

She...! Elly almost, almost lost it. Face hot, she -

Her feet moved. Stumbled. It had only been a few minutes s-since her shots, but with her heart thudding in anger they hit her like a faceful of bricks.

A hand caught her, wiry strength supporting her tumble.

Joel pressed a large plastic beer into Elaine's hand.

"Come on, those bitches don't know when to quit. Leave 'em."

Just when she might have found her courage, some b-bitches to vent her torn-up feelings on -

"Come on." Strength pulled her away.

Elaine blinked a-and was inside, escorted inside - whisked inside, room tipping a bit.

"Take a drink."

"Who the hell do they think they are? I don't even know them. Those, those bitches - do you know what they s-s- "

It wasn't them in her head, though. It was Cheryl, her mom, her... mere hours ago... m-monkey...!

"I know, I know. Take another drink."

Somehow, most of her beer had already disappeared. A little maybe, sloshed on her hand. Frowning at her mysteriously vanishing liquid, Elly tipped her cup high, draining the remaining liquid - and then she had another in hand. Joel's.

He snapped his fingers, "I have an idea."

Almost completely full.

"Listen, Elaine - you have exactly what it takes to get back at them. At all the girls here like them. This way."

Pulling Elly out of her next sip, leading her, Joel -

"I... I don't need to get back at them," Elly muttered, embarrassment and confusion starting to... she didn't often stay angry. She just felt - "I - I just wish - "

"Yes, I understand." Joel nodded. "Don't get back at them... show them. Come on Elly, you're going to be perfect for this."

Perfect for...? Elly didn't understand. B-but...

"Come on."

Led, the rooms bleeding sound and color, bumping through bodies, Elly -

"Oh, wow. Found your pick, did you Jet?" In front of a table, a heavyset mountain of a young man smiled, leaning down to peer at Elly.

A-at her chest, and...

The black girl shrank, and clutched her plastic cup close for comfort.

"Nice, man. Nice. She looks - "

Jet - Joel cleared his throat, and put up a hand, thankfully interrupting the big guy with a - a clipboard? And on the table table... shirts. White with bold black lettering, obscured by the folds.

One, passed into Elly's hands.

Oo-oops. Don't spill -

"Yeah, nominating Elaine. Elaine, ah... what would you like your last name to be?" Joel smiled, and squeezed Elly's elbow.

The ebony girl, hands full - what would she like her last name...?

The question didn't make sense.

"Um, Lockley... Elaine, um... Lockley."

"Nice." The big guy nodded mock-professionally, scratching pen to clipboard - "The stage was looking a little, ah, homogeneous. You're gonna be a star, girl."

Stage... a star. Elly wasn't sure what was happening, just that Joel's support behind her was cutting off her retreat.

"Um, Joel?" Looking up and back -

"I'll explain in a sec. Hold on to the shirt, you'll be fine."

"... Alright. Well, she can change back there. Quickly. Katie's putting the girls in order, and been asking. And... with your late entry here, we should be ready to go."

"Changing room's back there," The big guy repeated, launching a thumb behind him as if the - the location was what was in question.

A few steps in, Joel at her back, Elly opened the t-shirt.

Thin white fabric dropped, revealing bold black lettering -

I CONSENT

"It's for the wet t-shirt contest." Joel explained.

Elly shook her head uncomprehendingly.

She took a long, long drink, while Joel's voice sounded from the other side of her red plastic cup.

"Those girls? They were hassling you because they have a sister, a sorority sister, on stage."

"Elly, they were threatened. You have it - this. Hands down. Body, face."

Beer gone, Elly put her cup down. She - she had just been hiding, at the end.

Face... monkey...

"You're gorgeous. And - you're different than those other girls."

Not... not pretty like other girls. An echo in her skull... Elly t-touched her nose, her cheeks and lips, she -

"I - I don't want to - "

"Better than those other girls. Show 'em, Elly. You were ready to confront them before, right? I thought you were going to swing your fist!" Joel laughed. "I don't blame you. But - look, it's just a stage. It's not a talent show, you just have to walk out there, easy-peasy. You can do this."

I-it... no. Elly shook her head. No.

"... For me. You're already signed up. Come on - you've never done anything like this before?"

"No!" Jesus! A wet... I Consent t-shirt contest? That wasn't her!

"Is this her?" From somewhere below her line of sight, a hard female voice jolted Elly, r-rocking her - "You're late, Jet."

"I - " Drunk a-and confused, Elly -

"She's got cold feet," Jet... Joel explained.

"I don't care. I've got eight other girls back here getting too drunk to walk. She's good enough, come on."

Joel took Elly's nearly empty cup from her outstretched 'save me' hand while shorter woman... Katie? Led her -

The lightly freckled, blue-eyed pixie of a girl marched through a curtain, back straight, pulling a confused, tipsy colored girl behind her.

"Almost show time, sluts!"

A few female cheers greeted the announcement.

Her hand dropped, Elly looked around for someone, anyone, that looked nearly as uncomfortable as she felt.

Big breasted women smiled and chatted and checked themselves out in a wall-mounted mirror. Together, happy, they...

N-no one, like her.

"Hey!" F-flinching, Elly - "What's your name, Brown Tits?"

Staring up at her, radiating intensity, the diminutive girl organizing the affair... Elly l-looked around.

"Um, m-me?"

A long, hard eye roll made all ten of Elaine's dexterous toes cross and scrunch.

"No, the balloon-smuggling black girl behind you. Yes, your name."

Seconds of awkward waiting, of K-Katie's eyes growing icier and icier...

"Um E-Elly. You're... K- m"

Elly. Elly got a sweet smile, and a pat on the cheek.

Conversations stopped, and they... the girls were all looking.

"Katie. Right."

God, how humiliating.

"Alright, Melly," M- ? "You're late to the party. Those pants have to go. We have a bunch of cutoffs that my house donated so you sluts can have a uniform."

'Sluts'. 'Brown Tits'. Everyone else looking, trapped in the room, a-and the fierce little blonde -

"Hurry up!"

"I - I am!" Elly... struggling out of her bra, she put the shirt on quickly, trying to avoid thinking about the message emblazoned across her chest, picked out a pair of... the shorts looked cut nearly into bikini status, and stomping out of her pants. It shouldn't have been any different than a locker room. All girls. But... eyes, sizing her up, h-her rivals...

A couple topless. Just... topless, big-breasted white girls - looking at her coolly. A bubbly looking redhead waved, until her friend put the girl's hand down.

C-c-carefully turning, just in case the heat of **** in her veins, or the prospect o-of appearing on stage made her appear a little wet...

Christ, she was p-poking out of her panties! The - it was the ****, she could barely stand without wobbling -

"Good enough. Here."

Elly nearly screamed.

"Jumpy." Small fingers, like iron, gripped Elaine's shorts and pulled them over her firm, round butt -

"I - I can do that," Elaine gasped as her zipper - she grabbed her own zipper, and t-tucked her little self in, and...

"Um, the lettering..."

"It's a Me Too thing." I Consent. "A kind of... joke, I think. Or liability. Both. Anything else, hon? A quick drink?"

God, no.

"Before we get on stage?"

O-o-on stage.

Feeling the stretchy fabric of her new shirt hugging her, almost creepily, room spinning...

"Just - maybe just half a shot," Elaine felt her lips whisper. Her eyes water, as it went down.

Not trusting the looks she was getting from the other girls, Elly surruptitiously took her car keys out of her pants a-and put them in her pocket - white and cotton and dipping below the frayed edge of her shorts.

"Alright girls!" Two quick claps got the room's attention. "It's very easy. The most empty-headed bimbos around can survive a wet t-shirt contest, so even the dumbest of you college girls should be able to make it. Right?"

A couple laughs.

Not Elly.

"Don't forget to jiggle your tits. Wave, smile - show the crowd a good time. Right, sluts?!"

With a background of cheers, Katie lowered her voice for Elly. Looking up, reading the colored girl's face...

"It's not such a big deal, okay? The guys will love you. And - you won't be alone up there."

Alone.

Fingers gently caressed... touched Elaine's crotch. Through her ripped denim shorts, nails trailing underneath the frayed edges that already b-barely covered h-her -

"Not at first, at least, little dyke."

D- !

Whap!

A firm slap to Elaine's still-sore butt g-got her stepping, stumbling, with Katie at her side - holding Elly's elbow and lower back, pointing the drunk girl's body in the right direction.

"Last in, first on, last checked."

Checked? It was all too -

"Stand on the last red 'X', Elly. Give 'em a jiggle and give the guys a wave. Get 'em, babe."

It was too late. Elly barely had time to work through that Katie knew her name, much less giving a j-jiggle, before her butt was pushed on stage.

In front of everybody.

"There she is - Contestant 1, Elaine Lockley, looking a little nervous!" A booming male voice over a microphone.

Elaine Lockley.

Elly walked like she was made of wood, the room swaying with every step. Light, cheers, arms stiff by her sides.

"Turn and give the crowd a wave, Elaine!"

A...

"Whoo!" A girl hot on her heels pranced, and raised up her arms, a-and spun -

B-bimbo.

Elly didn't wave. She - the pressure of the crowd... just a little bend of her elbow, a teeny shake of her hand while she walked.

A fearful, embarrassed smile, while her lower lip quivered.

"We knew she had it in her! She'll be showing a lot more in a moment! Second contestent, give it up for..."

The last red X. E-Elly found it, and slowly... slowly turned.

Arms by her sides. She closed her eyes, and...

They were looking at her. Too many. Boys. Girls.

Elly shut her eyes, as long as she dared, and wished the night away.

The nightmare.

"We love 'em all, ladies, but in order to have a fair contest, only the real deal is available for judging! Lovely Katie will help us out there... Katie?"

"Real!"

The crowd cheered. And Katie, moving down the line...

The tiny blonde co-ed juggled and jiggled girl after girl, each squeeze and fondle bringing her closer to -

No.

I-it was only a few seconds each, but it was clearly part o-of the entertainment. Groping and touching each girl's pair, one after the other.

"Real... real... very real..."

It was all a blur to poor Elly, and then Katie's of delicate hands were on her, lifting and jiggling her brown breasts.

"Hmm..." Blue eyes smirked, looking up. Elly bit her lip, a-and - Christ, tiny thumbs circling her s-stiff nipples, toying with her, lifting her and smooshing her breasts together while...

A wh-whole room of eyes...

"S- " Stop...

Elly shuddered.

She had moved quickly along everyone else, Elly was almost sure. But with her... with her, Elly endured m-more molestation -

"Fake!" Elaine nearly fell, the sudden jolt - but the voice wasn't Katie's.

It was familiar. That sorority girl...

Cici.

"Fake! Fake! Fake!" A chant of girls, raising in number and volume - all while Elly was groped an fondled a-and -

"Real!" Katie announced.

Finally!

Another familiar voice, a man, shouted "Told ya'!"

Joel, grinning ear-to-ear, flashed Elaine a thumbs up.

She hated him. Hated him so much. H-how... like a drunken, stupid idiot - !

"Who wants to see these girls a little wetter?!"

Elaine almost fell on her butt at the raucous howl that followed. Pure ****-fueled lust, a mob's chance to vicariously strip the girls on stage -

The hosing began. On the other end, liberally spraying each girl's front while they squealed and shook and smiled. While the crowd...

The crowd was going wild. More than before. It... everything...

It was going to make Elly faint.

Calm, needing calm, to see calm i-in the wild, drunken, animal faces around her...

Like a spotlight, Elly saw it. A still figure. A known figure, slender and dark-dressed.

Someone she recognized.

Dyed pink hair, wide eyes accented by black eyeshadow stared at her, along with a phone - one of many. Please... Elly looked right at the camera. She knew Elly, high school, she knew th-that Elly... please, s-stop -

Shi - !

Elly put her hands up - too late, and much too little. The water splashed off the black girl's shields, drenching her face while the hose operator, some prematurely-balding blonde douche, took extra time with her. The crowd laughed, even the other girls on stage laughed, and jiggled - and Elly got sprayed this way and that, the stream constantly moving, switchbacks t-tricked Elaine's hands and the show ended with an oscillating wave that drenched Elly, head to toe.

Far more than any other girl, who's faces and hair were largely unscathed. Punishing her f-for her modesty, her **** a-and...

Dripping. Shivering. Crying - tears unseen, running alongside the water dripping from her ruined hair.

Half the crowd recorded Elly's shocked distress, the jumping and jubilation and clapping of the girls on stage, as icy water shocked her, spraying and vibrating her... her tits...

Then running off her tummy, and into her shorts.

Exposing her.

And the results were so... so much worse, more revealing, than she anticipated.

It was like her t-shirt had disappeared, except for a couple white creases - showing in stark contrast to her dark skin. The subtle outline of her abs, the proud curves of her upright, outthrust breasts... everything.

Worse than... Elaine snuck a guilty peek next to her. The whole room could look, b-but Elly...

Elly snuck her peek. And the posing brunette next to her saw her looking. The white girl lifted her breasts, a-and her nipples...

Elly quickly averted her eyes, looking down. Looking... with her, her dark skin, everything was more obvious. Including... especially her erect, brown-black nipples - showing through, completely revealed for everyone, and their phones.

Her name.

Her classmates.

"Make some noise for Courtney!!"

The cheering had gone through three cycles, three girls, before the house nearly shaking down made realized that...

Judging.

Katie was walking down the row, presenting each girl, turning them, telling them to wiggle and prance, and the crowd w-was... Some girls were exiting the stage with waves or giggles or pouts, the loudest of each cheer staying. The noise...

Katie was coming too fast.

The only black girl on stage was about to scream, or sob, or panic. Playing with, stretching the hem of her shirt, shifting on her feet -

"Nervous Nelly!" Katie smiled, and grabbed Elly's wrists spread them wide. "Look at those things - how do we like her, guys?!"

The shouts and hoots shook the stage beneath Elly's feet. She didnt jiggle or shake like the other girls, b-but...

Oh... god.

Elly was guided, holding hands to center stage, to meet with a gorgeous, straight-backed flaxen-haired girl with a beautiful smile and hard brown eyes.

G-gorgeous, with a body to die for, but Elaine couldnt help but notice that her own stomach was just as tight, her butt rounder, and the rival girl's breasts were more widely spaced than her own. Elly always had natural cleavage, even w-without support, and the other girl's puffy, large nipples were just slightly...

A subtle, red-painted finger beckoned Elly to - e-eyes up, before Katie, in the center, raised both their hands high into the air.

"Two sluts remain! Do we like our beautiful, golden Queen Courtney??"

For ten seconds or more the clapping and hollering filled the house as Courtney shook her breasts, posed like a model, and blew kisses while Katie pranced around her, posed with her, a languid hand drifting top to bottom - showing the other girl off.

"... Or the shy, the deer-in-headlights, the very, very wet Elaine?"

The heat in Elly's face threatened to burn her up. S-swaying back and forth, her body almost, in the pressure of the stage, to perform -

With her cold breasts exposed under clingy fabric, her hard nipples seen before the world, recorded and wishing she could simply disappear... the black girl's feet moved, swayed, shifting back-and-forth, foot to foot.

And, starting with a few chuckles, some jibe that Elly couldn't make out, the whole audience... laughed.

Everybody. Boys and girls collectively laughed at the tight-bodied colored girl's supreme awkwardness.

Even C-Courtney smirked.

The feeling between Elly's legs, in her stomach, like dropping free fall on a ride, m-multiplied over and over until she thought she might burst -

"A-ahh..."

Two sneaky hands grabbed Elly's wrists and brought them up to her soaking, exposed tits from behind - hand over hand, controlling her like a puppet, Katie made Elly shake and j-jiggle her tits, bent her over at the waist a-and -

The drunken colored girl gasped, and with one hand on her brown breasts and the other clutching, comforting her tormented g-groin i-in front of cameras, everyone -

The room exploded. Beer shot in the air, on the stage. For a few seconds it was pandemonium, leaving Elly sticky, wet all over again, gasping for air and sputtering beer as Katie winked and p-patted her butt.

"You're welcome."

"The decibel reader says, de-finitively - oh, my... this is unexpected... but Elaine Lockley topped out higher. Shake that fine black ass, girl!"

"Yeah, Elly!" A familiar voice, above the din...

Joel, baseball cap back on, standing - standing right next to the guy who had brushed past her when they met.

It was the first moment of clarity Elly had since the shots had hit her by the beer keg out back.

Crystal clarity.

She had been set up, from the beginning. Even the guy that ignored her. Everything.

She was just a-as easy as...

Twenty dollars exchanged hands, in Joel's favor - and he waved it in the air, smiling at her l-like she'd be pleased, too.

As if the Elly, hard nipples straining against the soaked fabric of her nearly sheer shirt, brown skin clearly contrasting where the clingy fabric hung off her curvaceous breasts couldn't be more humiliated.

Everything came crashing down. Including, Elly, jumping right off the stage and pushing her way through the crowd.

Pushing, and the leering, jeering crowd pushed back. like her display had made her fair game, hands... all over, so many more than before - Elly fended off hands. Pulling at her shirt, her butt her breasts - grabbing and twisting, almost ripping off her clothes... a-almost ripping off her damn tits!

"Ss-top! L-let me - !"

Face twisted up in tears and anger - a-and pain! Let her through! Forcing her way through the gauntlet of male hands, grabbing her sensitive flesh l-like...

"... Victory... affirmative action."

Male hands, a-and female voices. The cat calls were just part of the background. But the girl's voices and the hands were tearing at her shredded dignity, just like her clothing.

The laughing... !

"Please..." Elly whispered. "Please!"

"... Shy-girl act worked! Slut... fake, didn't even try to cover up. Faker."

Female hands, too. Curious, and harsh, both. Touching her, l-like -

"... Are real! Wow!"

Ow! "Stop!"

"...brown skin under that white shirt... see everything. That's the only reason - "

Almost through. Almost at the exit - hand in her pocket, making sure nobody grabbed her keys -

No!

One grope around her stomach turned into a grab, a thick arm around her midsection lifted Elly right into the air, and carried her back into the crowd. Panic, real panic of being assaulted, **** right in the middle of this crowd of horny college students, of the girls laughing wh-while she - !

"NO!" Howling, defenseless - kicking!

"Ouch! Fucking bitch!"

Elly didn't know who all she connected with, but she was dropped, and pushed, and ran - a way clearing after her struggle. Sh-she - !

Outside the door, she closed it behind her, and gasped for air. Someone had u-unbuttoned her shorts - she could still feel their hand reaching i-i-inside her panties. Her shirt was torn along one seam - clingy and wet and still showing everything underneath.

Oh, god. S-sobbing...

Most of the smokers had cleared out, but some were returning after the conclusion. Right behind her, the door opened for another -

"Elaine!"

J-Joel!

Elly could have thrown up.

"Don't run! C'mon - you did it!" The freckled college student laughed, "I knew you could win! Man, you should have seen yourself - "

Elaine couldnt contain -

Feeling a hair away from crazy, the colored girl spit-spit in Jet's damn face. "Get the hell away from me, asshole! I never - !"

"You little - !" A hand flashed up, a motion to hit her.

Frozen. Watching, in slow motion, Elly -

A few smokers let out an audible gasp, and Joel - Jet...

The side-ways cap wearing shmuck lowered his hand, and with a sneer, grabbed Elly's big brown jugs through her soaked white shirt - right there on the front steps.

Elly was too drunk, too slow and shocked and emotionally j-just...

Broken. She stood there.

She stood like a statue, h-hands at her sides, and took it, while the prick's hands violated her breasts - rolling over them, smooshing a-and painfully "Nf - !" P-pulling them apart like - !

"You lost me 40 bucks, cunt. I went double or nothing on making you my bitch for the night."

Up, lifting up, without warning, Joel peeled Elly's transparent shirt over her breasts, letting them drop and settle.

Bare, and wet, and stiff, in front of everyone.

"Hot damn!" Some b-boy -

Joel grinned evilly, and turned Elaine roughly by her shoulders. "Take a picture. Biggest, blackest damned tits you're gonna see this weekend."

A picture.

That - Elly reacted to that, finally.

She ran. Bare boobs flopping unevenly in the night air, white shirt too tight, wet and clingy t-to - pull down!

"What the hell, man?!"

"Not cool!"

"Lighten the fuck up, loser. Fucking tease had it..."

Some laughter, and the blood thudding in Elaine's ears drowned out the rest.

"Run, Slut - run!" Everything but one last public humiliation, as her boobs shook in the night breeze, with students still drifting in.

God!

Tears and worse running down her face - how... how could... bastard! F-fucking -

Shirt finally down, too late, Elly kicked her tire, growling before fumbling w-with her keys. H-her stupid... her keys...

"Rr-rah!!" Rage, humiliation, screaming in her chest... there was no outlet, no fix, just tightness and h-hot twisting in her tummy. Elly -

Elly finally opened her car door, slammed the damned thing closed behind her, and drove away.

Drove away - dazed and drunk. Humiliated. Breasts and butt bruised.

Dripping wet.

When the blue lights and siren flashed angrily behind her, she had to snatch a hand away - a hand had absently crawled in her still unbuttoned shorts, rubbing the protruberant nub a-aching anew behind the cotton fabric of her panties.

"N-no!" Elly whimpered.

Right behind her. Not going around. Not going away.

"NO!" Elly shouted, and slammed her hand on the steering wheel. "No-no-no-no-NO!"

Slam-slam-slam-slam-Sl- !

A second signal made Elly jump in her seat, a-and swiftly, heart pounding, brain shut down in worry...

Elly slowed, and signaled she was pulling over at the nearest exit.