The car

“Sorry.” You apologize. You look down, unintentionally getting a perfect view of the topless, no, NAKED woman before you. You correct yourself, seeing a neatly trimmed orange patch over her pussy. You look back at the shed and see her purple bottoms still stuck on the net, as are your shorts. Madison stops shaking you and lets go of your arms.

“Hey. Come on.” She acts as if you’d said nothing. She leads you away from the wall. “We’re lucky they didn’t immediately catch us after that scene.” She drags you into the middle of the pool. You note your collective nudity in contrast to the many dark suits being worn.

“Sorry.” You repeat. Madison stops.

“Don’t be sorry.” She seems irritated at your words.

“Why shouldn’t I be? I put our whole deal in danger.” You argue.

“You haven’t done hardly anything wrong!” Madison stops you. Her voice breaks a little. “I dragged you into this dilemma! I led you into the pool! I got you all scratched up! I embarrassed you in the tool shed! I made you see things you deliberately didn’t want to! None of the fault is yours! I’m entirely to blame!” She sobs and puts a hand over her eyes.

“Okay.” You don’t know how to respond to her breakdown. “Alright. Let’s just forget all that for now, though. We need to get out of here.”

“Yeah. Sure.” She wipes her face a bit, splashing some water on it so it looks more natural. She still keeps one hand over her boobs.

“Right now, we need to find a way out of the center of this pool.”

“Another thing you can thank me for.” She hisses miserably.

“I said to forget it. Just focus on the here and now.” You look away from her. You see the exit.

“This is a public pool. There shouldn’t be anyone at the front.” She sticks close to you, probably to remain unseen. Her legs occasionally rub against yours, making your mind ever aware of your own lack of clothes.

“What about the locker rooms?” You ask.