Decisions, decisions

Emily had no idea what to do next. She was butt ass naked in the back seat of Mike's car, panicking silently trying to think of some way, any way that could spare her her dignity. If she got out of the car, she would most likely be seen instantly by customers, coworkers, and Ashley, who would never let her live this down. But she obviously couldn't just stay in the car, either.

She wanted to scream. Ten minutes ago she was dreading another boring, exhausting day. Now she would take that day in a heartbeat. Stupid Ashley, this never would have happened if she hadn't **** her to wear that stupid bikini. But this was no time for frustration, only decisions. And she has a very difficult one to make.

Emily mulled over her options. The way she saw it, she had two options. First, she could try to sneak out of the car without being seen. Highest risk, highest reward. Obviously, one mistake could risk EVERYONE seeing her in all her glory. But if successful, nobody would know what had just gone down in Mike's car.

She hated the second option, but admitted it was probably more feasible to accomplish. In this scenario Emily would wait for the boys to come to the car (expecting it to be clean) and admit to her predicament. Of course, being teenage boys they probably won't be complete gentlemen, but hopefully they will still come to her rescue. At least Mike would, she hoped, considering he's a friend of hers. Still, it meant that three teenage boys would at the very least know she was naked, and there was a good chance they'd see it for themselves.