During a live stream

A couple days go by without you hearing from or seeing Maryse. You assume the humiliation caused her to transfer out of state. You greet the day with a smile, rising from your bed as the sun is just peaking over the horizon, painting the campus in hues of gold. Perfect time to film. You set your feet on the ground, pulling a knee length skirt on over a pair of Cheetah print boy shorts with black lace trim, and a blue tank top on over the matching bra.

You strut out onto the quad, bright smile on your face, as you pull your phone out and begin a live stream. "Hey there, Insta family! I know it's early, but I thought I would take you on a walk of the beautiful campus where I'll be spending the next four years. Behind me is the Rosu dormitory, where I'm staying this year. Over there is the athletics building. Biggest one like it in the state. That's what the brochure says anyway."

You turn the camera back toward you, and notice her too late. Maryse is crouched behind you, and as soon as the camera can see you, she grabs your skirt and pulls it to your ankles, revealing your sexy panties, and large round backside. With a shout, you go to cover up, and this is when she grabs your phone out of your hand, training the camera on your exposed ass.

"Well well Amanda fans! Looks like you're gonna get to see more of her than usual!" Maryse says with sadistic glee in her voice. "Check out that big old bubble booty!"

You bend over to pick up your skirt, and Maryse steps on it, slapping your ass with the other hand. The **** causes you to fall on your face, allowing Maryse to not only get a shot of your barely covered ass sticking up in the air, but also to grab your skirt and pull it completely off your legs, leaving you bottomless. You hop up and do your best to cover yourself, while reaching for the skirt, which Maryse is dangling just out of your reach.

"Give it back! This is humiliating!" You say, reaching and coming up short.

"That's the point." She says, recording every second of your embarrassment. "I'll tell you what. I'll trade you. Your skirt for your shirt.

You glare at her, trying to decide in your head whether you would rather walk around topless or bottomless, as a snickering crowd starts to gather.