Yes

Yana and Amelia tore into Daffney's jeans with glee. They were beyond repair and all Daffney could do was watch. She reached a hesitant hand towards the crotch of her lacy green panties and shifted into a sitting position. The winter temperatures made her shiver.

"Go on, get her," Yana commanded, seemingly with her confidence recovered.

Amelia stared at Yana. She'd been stripped to her bra and her pants were ruined and this was how Yana still wanted to speak to her, after everything she'd done?

"And what are you going to do? Stand there again?"

"Come on, Amelia," Yana frowned. "Just do it. I don't want to have to listen to your shit now. Don't be like Emily."

"My shit?" she exclaimed. "Yana, fuck you, seriously. We do this together or not at all. I've saved your ass. Show me some respect or I'm out of here."

Both girls had their hands on their hips, their chins jutted out, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Daffney, who had heard the whole exchange, had managed to sneak to her feet. She put the fact that her ass cheeks were on display out of her mind and decided to take advantage. This could be her last and final opening. She wasn't about to give in that easily.

"Well?" Amelia challenged Yana. "Say something."

Suddenly, the loose white pants of Amelia came flying down her legs. The damage they'd sustained made it simple to whip them down to her ankles. Amelia screamed as her BLACK and PINK thong was revealed in its entirety. Her round, toned ass was on full display and she was in her bra and panties.

Daffney dragged the bunched-up pants back and Amelia fell to the ground. The pants were turned inside out as Daffney took them over her pants and ran for her life. Amelia looked from the fleeing Daffney to Yana, who had noticeably stepped back and made no attempt to intervene.

Amelia sat on the ground with both hands between her legs. Torn between fury and humiliation, she didn't know what to do. Daffney had stripped her and Yana had shown that she didn't mean anything to her. No, this wasn't going to pass.

Amelia rose to her feet, her face bright red. Yana could only watch as Daffney ran to the edge of the parking lot and hurled the pants as far as she could into the muddy field filled with tire tracks and the occasional tuft of grass.

"Fuck you, Yana." Amelia leaned back and whammed a full right into Yana's face. "You're on your own. To hell with the both of you."

Luckily for Amelia, she was the one who had driven the three of them to the parking lot in the first place. She grabbed her bag from the hiding place next to the camera. For a few seconds, she debated what to do with the camera. Instead, she decided to leave it as she got into her car. By the time, Daffney could work out what was happening, Yana was on the ground seeing stars and rubbing her jaw, and Amelia's tail lights were heading out of the parking lot.

It was down to a one-on-one match. If Yana lost, she would have no transport home. The only option would be a long walk of shame.