The college campus.

"It'll be fun. Trust me, Mack," Amanda explains with a grin.

It isn't far, though she decides to have a bit of fun with Mack on the way, especially when the wind starts picking up. She turns to her friend who immediately holds down her skirt. Her red locks start blowing wildly, and she flushes as her ass and pussy are nearly on fully display.

"Windy, huh?" Amanda says.

"Y-Yeah," Mackenzie mutters. "Are you really sure this skirt is fine?"

"You worry too much, Mack. It isn't like they're going to throw you in jail for looking hot."

In response, Mack brings her hands up to her sides, and the skirt blows completely up, exposing her womanhood to the cars passing by, as well as a young man walking in their direction. She also starts to panic. When she looks down, she sees exactly what's happening, yet there's nothing she can do about it!

"Help!" Mack calls out, and looks to her in desperation.

"You're fine, Mack."

"I am?" she asks, and looks herself over a second time. "Oh you're right. Silly me."

The man in question's mouth is ajar, and he can't look away. The wind eventually dies down and the fabric of her tiny skirt drifts back down. He opens his mouth to speak, but he's not exactly a suave, confidence hunk. He's much too flustered to speak. Amanda looks to him and winks.

"Like that? And it was free of charge."

"Oh uh... yeah," the guy mutters as he moves his hands in front of his groin, and awkwardly continues walking.

"What was his deal?" Mackenzie asks.

"I think he got a boner looking at us."

"Wow. Really?" she laughs. "That easily, huh?"

"Yeah. It isn't like we're naked or anything. Ah. Here we are, Mack. That didn't take so long, yeah?"

Mackenzie self-consciously readjusts her top and fidgets with her miniskirt once again.

The campus is quite large, and dozens of students are walking about, chatting, sitting on the various benches, and more. It seems like most classes haven't started, or perhaps just let out. Either way, Amanda and Mackenzie continue onwards and make their way up the stone path snaking through. It takes them to a large multi-layered fountain refreshing the air with a cool mist.

Three boys make start heading their way. One is short with blond hair, one is tall with black hair, and the middle one is pudgy with brown hair. Each of them has a backpack heavy with overpriced textbooks and other supplies. Naturally, they're stopped in their tracks by the view of Mackenzie's amazing, barely clothed figure.

"Hey. I know you," the pudgy one says. "You're that magician chick, Mandy."

Mackenzie and Amanda turn.

"Amanda," the magician chick replies. "Did you see my last show?"

"No. I heard your show was kinda boring. I just remember seeing your face on a poster once."

Boring, am I? I'll show them, Amanda thinks.