It looks like Denise is in trouble!!!

Denise had absolutely no idea what had happened to lead to this moment. One minute, she was bidding a brief farewell to her friend Kaitlyn as they separated to attend their respective classes, the next she was frantically being ushered into a supply closet with a girl she had never met before!

Denise had finally gotten her bearings as she heard the other young woman utter the words, "Here's the deal. I really don't want to do this, but I don't really have any other choices. If you don't do absolutely everything I tell you to, Benjamin's going to be in a whole lot more trouble than he's already in."

Feeling as if she were misinterpreting something, Denise looked at the other young lady and scoffed. "What? Who the hell are you?" The girl in question looked to be about the same age as her, early 20s. Long blonde hair, piercing hazel eyes, a single topaz earring, an hourglass figure, blood-red lipstick, and perfectly manicured nails. Everything about her screamed "rich bitch" to Denise.

"I'm someone in a similar situation to Benjamin," she answered. Holding her phone up so that the screen was facing Denise, she continued. "My brother is his blackmailer. He's been noticing you lately and decided that you've been snooping around a little too much for his liking and..." the girl suddenly showed an agitated expression, as if she herself didn't believe what she was saying. "...he wants to make sure that you don't try to help him anymore."

'What does that even mean?' Denise wondered to herself. She was so fixated on the situation currently transpiring that she didn't even notice that the girl across from her had starting recording her. "And what happens if I don't...?"

After the girl seemed to try and muster up the courage to actually answer, she responded, "T-then Benjamin's life will be... ruined. My brother knows about the shitty things that Benjamin has done, and what Benjamin has to go through these past several weeks have been his doing. If Benjamin steps out of line again... then the whole town will know everything."

Chills were running up and down Denise's spine. What horrible atrocities had Benjamin done that would cause him to feel the need to humiliate himself like this? Living life in the nude, when it was clear that he wasn't enjoying it, not for a second? Actually, no, scratch living as a full-time nudist, living as a minimalist to such an **** degree? What could this girl's brother possibly have on him?

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Denise finally shot back, "Well... w-what do I have to do?" She was willing to help Benjamin out in any way she could, even if it meant putting herself in harm's way for a brief moment.

The girl finally answered back, "I was told that you have to... hand over everything you've got on you at the moment, clothes and all... and--" the girl fiddled with her phone to pull up a text and read aloud, "'Show just how committed you are in your partnership with that piece of shit Benjamin'." The girl sounded like she was pulling thumb tacks out of her mouth, she seemed so upset by what she was reading.

Figuring that the condition for the blackmailers was going to be more public nudity, Denise instead focused on a more pressing issue. "Are you okay?" she asked the girl before her. "You don't look too happy about this yourself."

The girl regained her composure. "Not really, but I have to play along," she responded. "And honestly, you probably should, too. I really hate to do this to you," but do you think you can play along?"

Denise closed her eyes, took a deep, long breath, and exhaled before responding "Okay." And then began untying her shoes.