Miss January's photoshoot

"What do you think?"

"Not bad," says Simone, sorting through the pictures. "You know, I wasn't sure I'd be able to come up with twelve different funny ways to strip someone."

"Don't worry about that. We're the experts."

Simone grins at Alcinda, enjoying her rival's blush as the other girl struggles to hold down her dress. "Enjoying your photoshoot, Miss January?"

"Shut up!"

"No talking," scolds Raider, snapping away on his magic picture box. "If you could make an O with your mouth, like you're surprised..."

"I hate you!"

"This will only take longer if you don't co-operate."

Alcinda looks furious, her cheeks glowing, but she shuts her mouth, pouting at the camera as she wrestles with her clothes. She's posed with her dress trapped into an elevator door, pulled up around her neck, baring everything from nipples to toes as the merciless machinery slowly exposes her. Her panties have fallen down around her ankles, or possibly been pulled, and there's no bra in sight. Raider takes a few more pictures, capturing every bounce of her breasts and quiver of her thighs. He shakes his head, sorting through the shots.

"You need to look more humiliated," he says. "Imagine the scene. Your dress is caught in the machine, your panties fall down and you're trapped naked in front of all your co-workers with nowhere to hide. I want you to capture the essence of total embarrassment."

"Do I have to?"

Simone giggles, pointing. "Nice tits, Miss January. Those are going on the wall of every dorm room in the school, you know."

"Stop... stop looking!"

"Aw, do you not like it? Does little Miss January not like losing? Does she not like that I kicked her ass and showed everyone her pussy? Is she mad that everyone knows her whole team are naked little losers?"

"Eek!"

"Hey," Raider said. "That's better."