Locked out!

As Kate caught her breath, she was alarmed to realise that her friends were nowhere to be seen. A second realisation turned her bare knees weak: a key card was needed to open the door from the outside, which of course Kate didn't have.

Hugging herself tightly and shivering uncontrollably, Kate saw a note pinned to the door. Standing on her bare tiptoes, the naked girl read the neatly typed words:

CONGRATULATIONS ON COMPLETING YOUR DARE. IT WAS AWFULLY COLD STOOD OUT HERE, SO WE WATCHED FROM YOUR BEDROOM. I'M AFRAID YOU'LL HAVE TO FIND ANOTHER WAY INSIDE, BUT YOU'RE A RESOURCEFUL GIRL, I'M SURE YOU'LL THINK OF SOMETHING.

YOU MAY BE WONDERING WHY WE DIDN'T LEAVE ANY CLOTHES FOR YOU. FRANKLY, BABE, YOU LOOK BETTER AS YOU ARE.

IF YOU DON'T WANT ANYONE SEEING THAT CUTE ARSE OR YOUR STUNNING BREASTS, I'D GET A MOVE ON

XX

Kate buried her face in her hands and sank to the frozen ground pulling her knees up to her chest.

Why would her friends do this to her? Kate liked a good prank, but this was going too far! They knew that she HATED being naked, but had still locked her outside in nothing but her birthday suit on the coldest night of the year!

Her mind wandered upstairs to her bedroom. She could visualise all of her clothes, folded or hanging neatly, just waiting to be worn. Oh, how joyous it would be to feel soft cotton on her bare skin...

Kate **** herself to stand up. She HAD to move. Freezing to **** would be preferable to being seen in her current outfit (or rather, her lack of), but there was still a chance of the latter before she went the same way as Jack Nicholson in the Shining.

Squeezing her breasts tightly and chewing her lip, Kate jumped awkwardly from one frozen bare foot to the other as she thought of other ways to get back inside...