Just Emma

"My mom does the laundry in bulk thing... One time I had to spend an entire day naked around the house because the washer broke during the first load..." Emma says, her face blushing at what she blurted out in her attempt to help.

Natasha shoots Emma an incredulous look, the kind any mean girl would give someone when they can't believe what they're doing. Amy, on the other hand, is scrutinizing the buxom blonde's blushing face, a plot clearly forming in her head. She shoots Natasha a mischievous grin, who returns it.

“You know, I think it’d be rather nice to have you work naked.” Natasha says and snickers.

“Emma…?” I say hoping to find at least one ally.

She blushes and glances away, pushing some of her bangs out of her freckled face. "I think we should help Geo-”

"Well, let's put it to a majority vote, just the three of us." Amy blurts out.

She and Natasha both shoot their hands up.

“It’s settled then!” Amy says. “George will be working nude.”

I groan and come down the stairs to the living room. Natasha, after a conspiratorial nod from Amy, gives up her seat on the sofa next to Emma, a pat clearly communicating she wants me to sit there. Natasha herself sits at the coffee table on the opposite side from the sofa, conveniently giving her a frontal view of me. I sit down next to Emma, noticing up close how much shorter she is than me, her pretty blues eyes looking shyly away from me from behind thin horn-framed spectacles perched on a freckled-covered little nose above her full, pink lips. Her bust isn't as large as Amy's, but with her height and petite frame, they look proportionately larger in comparison. She mumbles out something that almost sounds like a "Sorry."

I try to forget about my nudity and start focusing on the project. The girls each take out their laptops from their bags and begin tapping away, occasionally glancing up to check me out. I’m delegating tasks, answering questions, and suggesting words and lines to the girls when Natasha finally raises her hand and stops me.

“This doesn’t seem very fair. How come you’re not doing any work?” she says.

“I am. I’m helping you three.” I say.

“I mean, why aren’t you typing as well?”

“I came up with our thesis. That’s a bulk of the work right there. And…” I’m too embarrassed to tell them I’d rather keep my hands where they are, securely over my crotch.

“If you don’t want to do the work, we could just tell the teacher,” Natasha says. “Drop you from our grade.”

“That’s bullshit,” I say.

“Would you prefer we spread this photo all around the school?” Amy joins in, showing the photo she took of me while I was completely exposed.

“You’re blackmailing me?” I say, incredulous.

Natasha and Amy pause. Maybe they think this is going too far as well. “I thought of something better,” Amy says after a few seconds. “If you sit right there without covering, you don’t have to do any work for the rest of today and we won’t say a word to the girls in school. But you have to stay like that as long as we’re here.”

"Come on, guys... George hasn't done anything wrong..." Emma squeaks, probably intimidated by peer pressure. How is it that the shy girl I've never met until today is the only one willing to stand up for me? And how long until they turn on her for trying to spoil their fun? Better yet, how far can I appeal to her sympathy?