Use the tablecloth, to no success

Samantha grabbed the tablecloth and threw it around herself, covering everything from her breasts to her feet like a toga. It was long enough to trail behind her, leaving enough for Ned to wrap around his waist. He immediately caught on and covered himself with the makeshift garment.

"Okay! Crisis averted!" Samantha said proudly. "Now, let's get back to the raft and finish this thing."

Samantha led the two towards the door, gently tugging the cloth enough to keep Ned in line. As she opened the door and approached the raft, an arrow struck the ground in front of them. They stopped in their tracks as a couple in matching overalls and flannel shirt blocked them. Both held crossbows in their hands.

"Where do y'all think you're goin'?" The dark-haired woman asked.

Samantha and Ned turned around to see a blond woman in a business suit strut forward. Her black skirt and white shirt clung tightly to her, showing off her modest curve and breasts. She flashed a smile towards the couple. "Hey there, Sam!"

Samantha ground her teeth in anger. "Don't call me that, Martha!"

The woman, Martha, laughed in her face. "Oh, come on! After everything you pulled with me, did you really think I wouldn't get you back?"

"I'd expect you to pull this crap with me," Samantha said. "And I imagine you paid these folks more than they've ever seen to prank a city girl. But fucking with my employees is too far! Ned didn't do anything to you!"

Martha shrugged. "Well, you can judge a woman by the company she keeps, and any employee who hangs out with you is either stupid or just as much of an asshole."

The tablecloth was suddenly yanked off from behind, exposing Samantha and Ned's naked bodies once more. Samantha covered her breasts and pussy with her arms while Ned used both hands to block his dick. Unfortunately, Martha received an eyeful before he could. Her eyebrows raised at seeing his member. "Wow. Now I see why you keep him around. Maybe I'll have to offer him a job."

"He doesn't want it!" Samantha snapped. "No more poaching my employees. My clothes are enough!"

Martha motioned for the hillbillies to follow her. Both of them leered at the naked couple before following Martha towards the woods. "Don't try that again, Sam. We're watching you two," Martha warned.

"You'll pay for this!" Samantha shouted after her. "I swear, you'll pay for this one, you bitch!"