Try and convince the women to have mercy on you

You take a deep breath and try to clear your thoughts. You had to convince Bianca to let you off the hook. As humiliating as this was, it could be so much worse. So far, all of the people who had seen you naked were European women who lived on the other side of the world. You would never see them again after today. Plus, this beach didn't allow cameras, so you didn’t have to worry about any pics coming back to haunt you. But if you were dragged off the property, you’d be paraded naked through more than just a group of strangers. Your fully clothed college classmates would see you. And you knew they had cameras.

So, has today been the most embarrassing day of your life?

Absolutely.

Did it have the potential to get a million times worse?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

“Bianca,” you say, putting on your most charming smile. “I promise I’m a guest here.”

“What is the address of the villa are staying at?” she asks.

“I, uh, don’t remember. I just checked in today.”

The European women around you all seem excited by your response. You realize that they would love to see your humiliation dragged out.

“The villa is under the name ‘Erica,’” you add quickly. “I’m staying with her and three of her sorority sisters.”

“Should we bring Erica out here to confirm that she knows you?” Bianca asks.

“Oh god, please no!” you say, more desperately than you intended. “Look, what happened was, the five of us went to the beach and... and I lost my swimming suit in the ocean.” As you say “swimming suit,” Bianca’s eyes drift down to where your hands are covering your dick. You try not to get flustered and keep talking. “I didn’t want the girls to see me naked and.... well, I figured I could just swim over here to the nude beach and borrow a towel. Then I could sneak back to my villa and get something to wear before anybody noticed I was gone.”

Bianca picks up the sunglasses hanging from the front of her shirt and gently chews on them as she considers your information.