She Tries

Her hand still covering her crotch, the winter breeze made Yana shiver. Logic dictated she should run away and try again some other time with Amelia and Emily in tow, but her anger took over. She had to avenge this embarrassment and avenge it now. Already her thoughts turned to stripping Daffney buck naked and leaving her here.

Daffney was laughing at her. “I like your panties. Very...bright.” She waved Yana’s destroyed pants at her. “You won’t be covering your fat ass up.”

Yana gazed at her ruined pants, only just realising what Daffney had done. “You bitch!”

Yana forgot her pantsless state and made a move on Daffney. She rushed in, a scream hissing through her gritted teeth.

The two girls grappled again. Daffney still had the advantage. She kicked Yana straight in the ankle. Shoe met skin and Yana howled with pain. Yana hopped around on one foot, grabbing onto Daffney, desperately trying to keep her balance.

Daffney saw the opening and kicked out at her standing leg. Yana clattered to the ground with some ****. Once again, the impact was driven out of her. She lay sprawled on her belly. She hadn’t realised how tough Daffney she was.

“You started this. You’re never going to show your face around here again.”

Daffney wasted no time. She moved for the long shirt and swept it up Yana’s back. Her BLACK bra strap was exposed.

“NOOOOOO!” Yana shrieked.

The shirt was already up towards the back of her neck. A tattoo of a hawk was plastered across her left shoulder.

Yana took evasive manoeuvres as she tried to curl into a ball. It was too late. Her C cup tits flipped out from underneath the fabric. Daffney released a burst of strength and dragged it over her head. Yana twisted and flailed as the shirt covered her face. Then she saw daylight again. The shirt came off. Yana was in her black bra and purple silk panties.

Yana’s hands flew to her chest. She managed to make it to her knees. Her mind raced. A thousand thoughts sped through her mind, but she could only process one: she was in a parking lot in her underwear, in front of her friends, in front of a camera, and in front of the woman she hated the most.

Hot tears threatened to crest her eyelids. She blinked them back as best she could. Her bottom lip trembled. The sudden cold rush made her shiver as Daffney paraded around with her shirt, tossing it away with the carelessness of an empty shopping bag.

“You going to cry, Yana?” asked Daffney. “It’s what you came here to do to me didn’t you?”

No response. She couldn’t think of what to say as she wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to cover up as much of her shame as possible.

Daffney scraped her dirty blonde hair back. “If you think being in your undies is bad, it’s going to get much worse.”