For Britney to pay

“Since it was YOUR bright idea, Britney, I think YOU should pay up!” Sophie yelled.

“How much?” Britney asked.

Sophie rolled her eyes and laughed. “Your bikini. Your dignity. And your embarrassment. That’s my price.”

“What does that mean?” Britney asked.

“I want you naked, spread out on the deck so that everyone can see, and then you’re going to be embarrassed,” Sophie said. “That’s my price for making me do that to Lauren. And you better pay up, or I’ll start collecting interest.”

Britney gulped. “You can’t be serious, Sophie. Just let me give you a check, say 1 million?”

“No!” Sophie yelled. “You can **** on your money. I want ****! Strip, Britney! STRIP! Or I’ll have one of the guys do it for you! I bet they won’t hesitate to do it either!”