Keep on lying!

Emi was trying to quell the panic building up inside her. She was, at this moment, completely naked, save for her socks and sneakers. She just needed to think up a lie so convincing that it would get her out of here as quickly as possible.

The couple sat her down on the bench, the cold wood and metal sending a jolt up her spine as soon as it made contact with her perfectly round bare ass. The couple each had their hands on her, holding her in place. She noticed the boyfriend had strategically placed one hand on the upper part of her thigh, his fingers wrapping around and lying close to her lower lips.

"So, tell us the truth: why are you out here running around naked?" The Girlfriend asked, her voice stern and masking any other semblance of tone behind it.

"Ok...So my friends made me do a dare. Run to the park, take a naked selfie, and run back without putting my clothes back on. I just, uh, stumbled upon you guys and didn't know how to explain myself, so I lied a little." She let her head hang low, dramatically, to sell the shame as performatively as possible. "I am sorry for lying, but if you give me my clothes back I promise I will let you guys get back to whatever you were doing, no fuss!"