Take Anne's clothes

"Get her!" shouted Bonnie.

She hauled herself out of the bath, leaping at the startled Anne-Marie before the cheerleader could do much to defend herself. Anne toppled backward, into the dirt, which rapidly became mud as a very naked and very wet red-headed tomboy sprawled on top of her. They'd never actually physically fought before, but Bonnie had always suspected that if it came down to a fight, she would win.

She had the cheerleader's skirt off in a heartbeat. Anne-Marie shrieked as her face was ground into the mud, the tomboy forcing her down. Her top was torn off, Bonnie grinning with glee as she pried it loose and began to fumble with her rival's bra.

"You'll pay for this!"

"No I won't."

Anne-Marie cowered in the dirt, stripped almost too suddenly her for to process, as Bonnie stood over her triumphantly, waving her bra and panties in the air like a flag. "Susie, take these! Quick!"

"But what about you?"

"Don't worry about me! Get out of here, go fetch help. I can handle Anne on my own."

Susie struggled into the cheerleader's outfit, heart pounding, as Anne-Marie rose to her feet, only to slip and fall back into the mud. The blonde looked around, her hair messed up, her eyes wild, patting her naked body to make sure that it had all really happened. She saw Bonnie's eyes on her, gave a short shriek and immediately hopped into the only place in the tent where she could hide.

"Hey, we've got a new bathing beauty," Bonnie pointed out.