Meeting the school bully

Just before she reached the stairwell, Hazel was stopped by a group of girls. The one who stood out the most was tall and thin with blond hair. She wasn't flat chested, but wasn't overly endowed either. Her breasts, you could say, were on the average side, about 36C's. She had curves in all the right places, and she reminded Hazel of a fashion model. She walked up to Hazel as the rest of her group closed in around her. "You're a newbie," she said with disdain in her voice.

"Yes, I'm new here. I'm just looking for my dorm room. I'm pretty sure it's upstairs." She looked around at all the girls closing in around her. "Do you all have to get so close?"

"Yes we do newbie. If you want to use our stairwell, you have to pay a toll," said the blond.

"I-I didn't know," Hazel stammered. "Is there another stairwell I can use?"

The blond laughed, and looked up at all the other girls. "She didn't know!" they all laughed at her. "Well, now you do know. You want to use this stairwell, it'll cost you. Think of it as a toll."

"Please, just let me go, and I'll use another stairwell." Hazel didn't want any trouble, especially on her first day.

"What's your name newbie?" the blond demanded.

"Hazel," she replied. "Hazel Monroe. Please, will you let me go?"

"After you've paid our toll," the blond smiled.

"what is it you want from me?" an exasperated Hazel asked.

"Your clothes. All of them, including your underwear."