In the quad

You step lightly through the grass, and have a seat on a wooden bench beneath a giant oak tree. The shade keeps you cool on the unseasonably warm day, as you gaze out at the lawn of the school, watching for signs of any activity worth filming. Groups of students mill about, but the day seems to be pretty tame out here, so you just lean back, enjoying the warm weather, and the white noise of dozens of student's voices mingling around you.

You make another scan of the area, and what you see makes your blood run cold. It's your old high school rival, Maryse Lamont. You always hated her, with her gorgeous, smooth, tanned skin, Hollywood curves, and perfect legs, she always drew more attention than you ever could, just by walking down the hallway. She knew it too. Constantly taking subtle jabs to let her know who was the alpha female.

To your annoyance, she spots you, and immediately plasters on a big, fake smile. A year later, and she's only gotten more beautiful. What looks like a knit dress hugs her curves, as she shimmys across the grass in a pair of tall high heels. She lifts her stylish black sunglasses, and tucks a strand of her shiny black hair behind her ear, before taking a seat next to you.

"Oh my god! Little Amanda ba-donk-a-donk. How are you?!" She gives you a hug that may as well have come from a mannequin, as you cringe at the old nickname. "I didn't realize you managed to get in HSU. Do you have a family member on staff? Only kidding. Seriously though, how are you? It feels like it's been decades. When's the last time we saw each other?"

"Graduation rehearsal." you answer, in a monotone. "You stepped on my skirt as I was walking up the aisle."

She lets out a small laugh. "I was a little wild in high school, wasn't I?"

"I wasn't wearing any underwear..."

"Oh you can't still be mad at me. Who even remembers anything from that long ago? Besides, some men like a big ghetto booty. College is a time for forgiveness and moving forward."

You sit in silence for a moment, before letting a smile cross your lips. "You're right. Let's just forget about it. So... what is this you're wearing?"

She motions to her dress "Oh this? You haven't heard about these yet? It's a Himalayan knit skirt, made from the finest Yak's wool. They're all the rage in Paris right now. That's where I spent my summer, you know? What am I saying, of course you know, you follow my Insta. Anyway I was..."

As she drones on, you notice that a small thread is hanging off of her dress, and you sneakily place your hand on it, and pull your phone out with your other hand.

"...and you have to go. You simply HAVE to. Anyway, I hate to run, but it was nice catching up. I'll see you around, I'm sure." She gets up to leave, and you keep your hold on the loose thread. Slowly, the dress starts to unravel as she walks away from you. Thinking quickly, you tie the thread to the bench, and begin following her at a safe distance, recording the whole thing with your phone.

Slowly, the hem of the dress rises, revealing her long, tan legs. It retreats even further, showing off the very bottom of her butt cheeks. You giggle, but cover your mouth, trying your best not to get caught. As she walks past a group of people playing ultimate frisbee, the dress unravels up to her waist, revealing a tiny pair of emerald green, silk panties with lacy black trim that barely cover her perfectly toned ass.

"Someone tans in the nude." You whisper into the recording phone, as the dress moves up tot he bottom of her rib cage. It's then that a passerby whistles at her, causing her to suddenly become aware of her half dressed state. She lets out a scream that only draws more attention, and tries to pull down what's left of the dress to cover her. The integrity of the garment is compromised enough that pulling down only causes the rest of it to fall apart, revealing a pair of gorgeous D-cup breasts in a lacy green bra. Maryse throws her hands over herself, and tries to run, but can't go very fast in her high heels, allowing you do get a great shot of her wiggling ass as she strides away.

With a loud laugh, you turn the camera back on yourself. "Just another day at Humiliation state. Subscribe for more, and comment down below. Love you!"

You upload the footage, and put your phone away, but before you do, you notice that your follower count has climbed even more, nearing 70,000.

"I think that's good enough for the first week." You smile, as you make your way back to your dorm. After an hour of Youtube, and a couple hours of homework, you head to bed, sleeping easy, dreaming of your future as a social media influencer.

When you wake from your sleep, you realize something's wrong, and you're not alone.