Let's strip!

“First of all, we might as well change,” Allison said. “No need to sit around in these dresses.”

The other two nodded their assent.

“But there’s no need to do that alone,” she said mischievously. “We’re all girls here, right? So let’s make a show of it and strip.”

“In front of each other?” Nina gasped.

“Yeah, why not?” Allison retorted. “What are you, chicken?”

“I’m not chicken,” Nina snapped.

“Then let’s strip, we can take our turns. Everyone can do it at their own pace and to music if they want.”

“I don’t know,” Cassie said cautiously. “What if someone comes along? No ones around for miles.”

“What else are we going to do? Sit around in our prom dresses, drink and talk?”

“What’s the harm in that?” Nina said crossly.

Allison bent down and unzipped the bag at her feet. Reaching in her bag, she pulled out the bottles of gin and vodka. Grinning, she said, “I have the ****. Whoever wants to drink, has to strip. I’ll go last so you two don’t get any ideas.”

Nina and Cassie gaped at their friend in shock.