The humiliation continues

Inside the pool house, Julia stood frozen against the wall. She hardly dared to breathe. Through the half-open window, she could hear every word, every laugh, every clink of glasses.

Outside, her bikini was being passed around.

One of the men held the tiny black panty between two fingers and slowly turned it back and forth. He was groping the exact spot where her pussy had been just a moment ago. Another man held up the top.

“Well, if that thing’s supposed to hold her tits…,” he said with a broad grin, “then she really can’t have much to offer.”

The others laughed.

Another man took the top in his hand, rubbed the thin fabric between his thumb and index finger, and whistled softly.

“The fabric’s so thin, you can almost see right through it. I guess the little one likes to walk around with hard nipples.”

“Or maybe she doesn’t have any,” a third man interjected. “Some young girls have almost nothing.”

Claudia laughed softly along with them. She sounded relaxed, almost amused. She had no idea that Julia was listening to every single word.

“Julia doesn’t wear underwear very often anyway,” she said casually as she poured herself another glass. “She hates all that stuff. Most of the time, she walks around completely bare under her clothes. She says it feels better.”

The men fell silent for a moment. Then there was a soft, appreciative chuckle.

“So does she often walk around here completely naked?” asked one of the younger men in the group with interest.

“Not always,” Claudia replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “But when she’s here alone… yes. Then she does. She sometimes lies naked in the sun for hours. She says she likes the feeling of the air on her skin.”

Julia clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

She heard one of the men pick up the bikini bottom again and rub the tiny crotch area between his fingers.

“Well, if she has so little fabric between her legs… then she must be pretty smooth-shaven, right?” he said with a lewd undertone.

“Or maybe she lets it grow,” said another. “Some people like that, after all.”

Claudia laughed again. This time a little more quietly, almost intimately.

“Julia? No. She’s very particular. Always smooth. She says anything else would bother her.”

Julia felt the blood rush to her face. Not just out of shame—out of pure, seething rage. Claudia was talking about her body. About her private parts. In front of five strange men. And all just because she wanted to make herself seem important and liven up the mood.

The men were getting more forward now.

“Imagine if that girl were lying naked in the grass back there somewhere, listening to us talk…” said one.

“Maybe she’s hiding in the pool house,” another interjected, laughing. “Wouldn’t it be funny if we found her in there naked right now?”

Julia flinched. She pressed herself even closer against the wall and closed her eyes. Her whole body was on fire. Her nipples had hardened—not from arousal, but from sheer tension and shame. Between her legs, she felt an unpleasant, damp tingling that she hated.

She heard Claudia add fuel to the fire.

“If you find her, just tell her her things are here. Maybe she’ll feel like joining us.”

The men laughed loudly.

Julia opened her eyes again. There was nothing left in her gaze of the carefree, young woman from earlier. Only cold, hard anger.

She’d thought Claudia would calm down.

She’d thought it would blow over.

But now she was standing here, naked and trapped in the pool house, while her stepmother talked in front of five men about her shaved pussy, her nipples, and her habit of going without underwear—just to curry favor with them.

At that moment, Julia made up her mind.

Claudia wanted war?

Fine.

Then she’d get war.