Emily, The girl from across the hall with instructions from Kim

Tip-toeing into the bathroom, Emily immediately spied Lucy’s belongings on the bench at the far end of the room.

From the furthest stall she could hear the roaring white noise of Lucy’s shower and the girl cautiously made her way down the row towards her prize, her heart racing with excitement and adrenaline.

With her room across the hall from Kim and Lucy’s, Emily had enjoyed one of the best views of the bottomless pet-girl on her little walk down the hallway. She had also been more than happy to help when Kim had stopped by minutes later with a plan…

Emily reached the little pile and grinned. Wasting no time she snatched up the towel and made sure she got Lucy’s bra bundled up with it, leaving just the green turtleneck behind. Kim had made it clear that she was to leave the sweater; they didn’t want to spook the girl any more than was necessary.

With her mission accomplished, Emily turned and looked longingly through the clouded curtain of the shower. It took all of her effort to resist the temptation to crack it back just a little and take a peek, but she knew she couldn’t risk getting caught.

With a longing sigh the girl turned back and hurried out of the room.

Lucy reluctantly switched off the shower. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been in the welcoming embrace of the warm spray but she’d stayed as long as she could bear. After all the unwanted attention and stresses of her morning, after everything that had gone wrong, she’d savoured being able to hide and enjoy some sweet quiet moments of privacy and peace. She even surprised herself by managing to forget the weight of the collar locked around her neck for a little while.

The moment the dripping water stopped Lucy timidly listened at the curtain, just to make sure she was still alone. The last thing she wanted to do was to step out of the stall and have another girl from the dorm see her wearing the collar… of everything else that had happened to her so far, Lucy wasn’t sure if she could handle the ridicule that would come from that.

She peeked out and, certain and relieved that she was alone, Lucy languidly stepped out of the stall, hair slick and her naked body glistening with little beads of moisture.

Rubbing water from her eyes the naked girl stepped over to her things and froze.

Her towel was gone.

Lucy immediately dropped to her haunches in panic, her hands tapping around the bench as she looked back and forth desperately. “No… no what the fuck… Where is it? …No…no…no!” she gasped under her breath, feeling the same dizzying heat and panic she’d felt all morning come immediately flooding back to her.

But the towel was nowhere. Lucy quickly grabbed at her sweater, as though somehow the giant towel could’ve been hidden under the thinner smaller cloth… but there was nothing there… even her bra was gone!

“Oh god why…?!” Lucy let out in a moan of despair.

Heart pounding, she reluctantly stood up again, glancing at herself in the misty mirror. She squealed in shame at the sight of her nakedness and the collar sparkling so clearly around her neck. With no towel and nothing but the sweater left to cover herself with the brunette knew she was going to have to stand and drip-dry until she could pull the garment on and make a dash back to her room.

**** not to be seen, Lucy quickly stepped back into the stall and slammed the curtain closed protectively. She held the green sweater at arm’s length, **** to keep it as dry as she could as she stood there and began the tortuously long wait until she’d be able to put it on.

“Why is this happening to me…?”

Lucy had no idea how long she stood in the stall, naked and wet, waiting for the water on her skin to dry up. The longer she stood there the heavier the collar around her neck grew and she alternated between little bouts of tears and frustrated little tugs at the thing. She kept praying Kim would wonder where she was and come and find her; to bring her another towel or clothes… but the blonde never appeared.

After what felt like an eternity, Lucy knew she couldn’t wait any longer. With her skin still slick and damp to the touch and her hair wet but not dripping, the brunette let out a little whimper of self-pity and reluctantly pulled her sweater over her head.

The moment the green material touched her exposed damp skin it seemed to stick to it too tightly. Lucy struggled desperately to pull the material over herself even though it now felt so much tighter than it had before. She couldn’t help but shiver as it clung to her breasts, the fabric rough against her unprotected nipples as her braless chest moved distractedly inside the sweater with every tug she made to ease it over herself. She wriggled her hips on the spot, noticing how much harder it felt now to stretch the sweater down low enough to protect her modesty like she had before, but after a few sways of her hips Lucy was sure she had enough coverage to survive the dash back to the room.

With one hand firmly planted in the front of her sweater, stretching it down over her pussy, and another at the back, fighting the material to stay over her ass, Lucy took a few deep breaths and then bolted from the shower.

She dared not look at herself in the mirror, and would’ve been humiliated with just how exposed she was if she had. Worse, Lucy remained oblivious to just how clearly the slightly damp material of the sweater accentuated and clung to every curve of her body and breasts… or how the still wet collar had already soaked a perfect shadow of itself around her neck.

The bottomless girl walked as calmly as she could back along the hallway, her bare feet landing softly one in front of the other. Lucy dared not glance inside any of the open dorm rooms as she passed by. The last few paces to her room Lucy practically skipped, landing on her toes with every stride, just **** to get inside.

But when she grabbed the handle to open the door, she found it was locked.

“No… no… shit…!” Lucy moaned, squirming awkwardly on the spot as she drew herself as close into the door frame as she could, desperately trying to hide.

“Kim… Kim!” she hissed loudly into the closed door, rattling the handle frantically, “let me in!”

“Hey Lucy, are you locked out?”

The brunette squealed and spun around in surprise at the sound of Emily’s voice. The girl was standing in the open doorway of her room and Lucy could only back into her locked door using both of her hands to try and hold down the front of her sweater. She gasping involuntarily at the feel of the cold wood of the door against her naked ass; it was like the world was constantly reminding her of just how little she was wearing.

“Hi-hi Emily…” The brunette stammered, humiliated, “uh, yeah… Kim…”

“Oh, Kim went out,” Emily shrugged, causing Lucy to gawp in horror. Her clothes were behind that locked door! The bottomless girl couldn’t believe Kim would abandon her like that… unless, did Kim think she had a key?

“What?! W-when? Did she say where she went?!” Lucy mewled in pleading.

“I think she said she was heading to…”