The girl still isn't finished with Isabel...

Originally written by Bluefish

"Tell you what." The girl looked up from her phone. Her smirk would probably be incredibly attractive under different circumstances. "Do just one more thing for me, then you get your clothes."

"What do you want now?! Was humiliating me not enough?" Isabel was still pressed up against the opposite wall, as far away from the brunette as she could get.

"Well, I mean, I don't see why you're complaining. It could be a lot worse." Isabel didn't like the lazy gleam in the brunette's eye as she said this. "For example...this topless photo I just took of you could wind up on Facebook. And Instagram. And Twitter. Let's see, how many followers to I have on all of those?" The brunette started counting on her fingers. "Two thousand...fifteen thousand...three thousand...oh, plus friends..." she looked up brightly. "Call it over twenty thousand people who will get to see your bare tits. And that's just to start with. When they start sharing it, who knows! You could be famous!"

Horror was spiking through Isabel's mind. If that many people saw her like this...it didn't bear thinking about.

"Oh, and don't worry," the girl added. "I made sure not to crop your face out of the pic."

That was the last straw. She was right, Isabel would go viral for sure, and she would inevitably be identified. That kind of humiliation would make what she had endured in the food court seem tame by comparison. She was breathing rapidly now - she could feel her round, firm breasts rising and falling under her arms, which felt like they provided awfully little covering now. "What...what do you want from me? What can I do to make you delete that photo?"

Isabel had a feeling she knew without having to ask, and the look on the girl's face confirmed it. The girl let her gaze slide slowly down Isabel's bare torso, to rest on her lacy white panties...then raised her gaze again to look Isabel in the eye. "Give those here and I'll consider it."

Isabel swallowed hard. This deal was getting worse all the time. "How do I know you'll hold up your end once I do? You said before that all I needed to do was give you my bra!"

The brunette rolled her eyes. "I guess you're just going to have to trust me." She cocked her hands on her hips with mock sternness. "Look, I'll spell it out for you. You can hand over your panties right now, and I'll delete the photo and give you everything I have in the bag. Or, you can keep being stubborn...and not only will I put the photo on the Internet, I'll open that door," she pointed to the door that led back out into the mall, "and start letting everybody know you're in here. How would you like that?"

The threat made Isabel cringe. She could already picture the restroom filling up with people - people like the redheaded girl who had mocked her before in the food court, and spanked her bottom. She could only imagine what they might do to her if they had her cornered topless in here. The brunette was bad enough - a whole crowd just like her would be unbearable.

Wordless, defeated, Isabel dropped one trembling hand down and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her sexy white panties. She began slowly pushing them down - the brunette's eyes drinking it all in - and once she had gotten them almost all the way below her hips, she clamped a hand over her crotch and began shimmying her hips from side to side to let gravity do the rest. In a moment, her panties were pooled around her ankles, and Isabel stood there completely naked, wearing only her high heels, one arm held over her breasts, the other hand covering her bare crotch.

Stepping out of her panties, she kicked them over to the brunette, who deftly scooped them up and began making a show of admiring them closely, stretching them out between her fingers. "There now," she said cheerfully. "Was that so hard? You're not even naked, technically - you still have your shoes!"

That was little comfort to the now-nude Isabel, whose cheeks felt like they were on fire. "Let me have some clothes now?" she said weakly.