Gives Rachel a hard time

"You are a goddamn slut, Rachel," Karishma says. "How the fuck did you end up bare-assed naked out here?"

Before she has a chance to say anything, Colleen steps in. Her white camisole and black leggings accentuate her smooth skin. Her nipples poke through the thin shirt, showing that she's not wearing a bra for those small boobs. "Dude, Karishma, she's tied like a fucking pig. Looks like whatever kink-ass game she was playing got out of hand."

"I think it's hot," Leslie says, her curls bouncing as she circles the naked teen. "I always thought you were a shy prude, Rachel." She comes around behind Rachel and says, "I like seeing this side of you."

"Please," Rachel says quietly. You know the mortification of being the only one naked in a crowd of beautiful, entitled cheerleaders. But this mockery takes things to even another level.

"Please what, cunt?" Karishma says. "Please parade your ass in front of the whole fucking school?"

"What do you think this bitch would do if we lined everyone up to see her naked?" muses Colleen. "I bet she'd fucking cream herself."

"Holy shit!" Amanda shouts, her double-D boobs rippling with the excitement of her outburst. "She's got cum in her fucking hair."

"Get the fuck out," says Karishma. "No fucking kidding. You really are a dirty little slut, aren't you, bitch?" She reaches out and plucks a glob of sticky semen off Rachel's hair. "Whoever did this to you missed, though." With lightning speed and an agility you remember from the last day of 8th grade, Karishma paws at Rachel's pussy, wiping the cum on the lips of her vagina.

Rachel jumps back amid peals of laughter.

"Girls, whose tits do you think are bigger, mine or Rachel's?" says Leslie.

"Oh, let's find out," Colleen says and quickly jumps behind Rachel. She grabs her by the wrist and yanks, forcing Rachel's shoulders back and chest forward. Leslie lifts her low-cut blouse and purple bra in one fell swoop, and two solid jugs drop into view. Leslie stands next to Rachel, arms holding her shirt up and beaming.

"I don't know," Karishma says. "We need someone with a keen fucking eye to tell." With that, Karishma whips out her cell phone and takes a picture, Leslie's grin and Rachel's grimace perfectly matching the grotesqueness of the situation. "I'm texting Frankie right now so he can tell us what he thinks."

"Ask him what he thinks about our pussies," Amanda says as she takes Leslie's place next to Rachel. Amanda lifts up her cotton skirt and pushes her pink thong aside, revealing her gorgeous blond pubic hair on her full, voluptuous pussy lips. Karishma takes another picture, then approaches Rachel to take a few close-ups of her well-maintained pussy.

Leslie adjusts her tits in her bra and Amanda replaces her underwear while Rachel whimpers in Colleen's clutches. Leslie says, "If my boyfriend says Rachel's tits are bigger than mine... Well, I'm gonna let him cum all over them, then."

"Oh, that was fast!" Karishma says with a grin. "Sorry, bitch. Frankie thinks Rachel's hotter than you. And he also thinks Rachel's pussy is nicer."

"He does not!" Amanda shouts playfully, and Karishma grins.

Karishma continues texting. "I'm telling him where we are and that he should come see this cum slut for himself." About two seconds later she says, "He'll be here in ten minutes. With Jason."

"What can we do in the meantime?" Colleen says, still holding fast to the knot Rebecca so expertly tied on Rachel's wrists.

"Isn't it obvious, shit-for-brains?" Karishma says. "It has to be Sam who jizzed all over the cum slut. And I don't think I've seen enough of him for one evening."

"I haven't either," Amanda says. "I really liked his cock."

"Well where the fuck is he?" Leslie asks.