Scarlet and Ingrid

"What on God's green earth are you two doing here?" I was quite surprised to see that Scarlet and Ingrid were at my door.

"We are here to see our friend of course." Scarlet shrugged as Ingrid pushed in causing me to step back. She was carrying a bag as she walked up to Bridget.

"Hey girl, got you a change of clothes." Ingrid looked Bridget up and down. She was still clad in nothing but a towel as she leaned provocatively against my table "Glad you got your shower, this is the perfect time for me to do your hair. Take me to the bathroom."

"You're a lifesaver Ingrid, follow me love." Bridget escorted her friend to the restroom but not before Ingrid turned towards me and shot me a wink. I blushed knowing that they knew what we did by my appearance.

"Have plenty of fun last night teach?" Scarlet grinned at me.

"Th-That's none of your business!" I didn't know what else I could say. I was standing before her wearing nothing but a towel as she swaggered into my apartment to the sound of a hairdryer blowing from within the bathroom. Ingrid was going to work on Bridget's hair. "How did you even know where I lived anyway?" I was hoping to change the subject.

"Bridget texted us the deets last night. Us girls like to gossip whenever we spend the night with our boyfriends." I should have figured. Scarlet wasn't exactly discreet whenever she and Santiago spent a wild evening together. "Oh, by the way Avery, there's a surprise out there for you on the veranda."

That made me curious. Did a package arrive for me or did Scarlet and Ingrid actually bring me something? I wandered out the door checking the ground for any parcels. I didn't see anything. Suddenly, I felt a light breeze across my thighs as Scarlet whisked off my towel the moment I had my back to her. "Surprise! Oh, and don't worry, we'll see that Bridget has a ride to school. See ya Prof." Scarlet slammed the door, then I heard the latch turn as she locked it. It took me a moment to register what just happened. Scarlet stole my towel, locked me out of my own apartment, now I was standing naked outside of my complex with no where to hide! My heart started beating rapidly at this horrid revelation.

I pounded on the door of my apartment, "Scarlet! Let me in this instant! This is my apartment!" No answer. And there was no way Bridget could hear me over the hairdryer. I knocked again, "Scarlet, this isn't funny! I have to get ready for work! Someone might see me out here!" No answer again. It dawned on me pretty quick, there was no way she was letting me back inside. What was I going to do?

I had to think quickly. I could stand here and wait for one of them to open the door but it was only a matter of time before my neighbors came outside and saw me. I could go knocking to one of my neighbors and request some spare clothes. Piper must have some leftover men's clothes from her former husband. But after last night, she might enjoy seeing me a little too much. Plus there is no guarantee that she even has clothes my size there anyway. I could try someone else but I would imagine they might be quite surprised to see their reclusive neighbor naked on their doorstep. Even if they had clothes, would they even loan me some? At this point, I would settle for a pair of pants, or even another towel, or at least something to cover up with! Another thing I could do is make a run for it. But where could a naked man go on a bright and sunny like this? I might run into some trouble. Perhaps there was a solution I didn't even think of? Whatever I was going to decide, I had to decide fast. I think I heard a noise coming from close by and it would be quite troublesome if that noise came from a person approaching.