Emma and all her friends. Naked.

You scour every corner of Coachella looking for Emma. Between the noise from the stages, the searing heat of the sun, and the only-growing friskiness of the crowds, she doesn't stick out as much as a gorgeous naked cumslut should in a place like this. You end up disoriented and going in circles a couple of times, eventually ending up in the middle of the public art exhibits. You're pretty spent, and you sit cross-legged in the grass while you chug some cold water from your bottle. After that, you scarf down a few dried pineapple chunks and check out the art. A few interpretive sculptures, a few towering totem poles meant to symbolize something-or-other, a few piles of welded junk. You're just not in the mood for artistic appreciation right now, it seems like, until you notice something familiar.

At one art booth, sitting under stage lights against a painted matte backdrop, are 6 toned women, facing the background and sitting on a bench. Each woman has a finely detailed art piece painted across her bare back, and the way that they're sitting shows you the barest edge of their buttocks, an enticing tease. The art exhibit is a real-life recreation of one of your favorite art pieces, The Pink Floyd Back Catalog.

You used to have this as a poster when you were in college (because who wasn't a Pink Floyd fanatic in college?), but it's been ages since you rolled it up and stuffed it in your basement. Ironically, you had to take it down because Emma wasn't a fan of the sexually-charged energy that the painting exuded. You figure she might get a kick out of seeing this, considering her recent change of heart. Actually, wait a second, what was the last thing she said on that last video? "Wish You Were Here"?

Puzzle pieces are starting to fit together in your brain. The last you saw of Emma she had just gotten completely naked, and mentioned the name of a Pink Floyd song. You scramble up to your feet and make your way to the exhibit. Your attention is focused on the girl portraying the barren brick-and-mortar pattern of The Wall. Your eyes trace down past the bricks to the edge of her delicately curved ass, and you can just barely see the edges of some text peeking out from beneath.

"SPANK ME", it reads. You reach in, ignoring the "DO NOT TOUCH" sign at the edge of the exhibit, and give the ass an invasive groping.

Emma giggles and looks over her shoulder at you. "Found me," she teases in a sing-songy voice. A choir of chuckles rises from the other painted ladies, who also turn to look at you. You blink your eyes in astonishment as you glance from one face to the next, and realize they're all of Emma's BFFs. Sophia is a little bit redfaced, but she's clearly in the moment and tosses her hair back to give you a little glimpse of her delicious breasts. Isabella gives you a wink as she massages one of her succulent titties, as big and ripe as a cantaloupe, while Sarah gives you a little wave and sticks her tongue out. The other three you don't know, but you get the feeling Emma called in a few favors from her old college friends to fill out the roster.

"Alright ladies, just like we practiced, now." Emma calls out, spinning a finger in the air. Heads start to turn and the crowd seems to grind to a crawl as the ladies suddenly reorient themselves. With a flourish of flashed flesh, each of the women lifts their legs and spins around in turn, giving you a beautiful view of their breasts as they sit cross-legged to gaze at you expectantly. Each one has a large block letter written on their stomachs, big enough to read from a good distance.

F. U. C. K. U. S.