You take your shorts off

(Original post by c1ph4r)

I knew that I didn't have a choice. Maybe Lisa wouldn't be as harsh if I cooperated. My hands moved to my waistband and started to lower them down past my waist. I had to shimmy a little bit to get up off the seat so that I could get my shorts down, but once they cleared my ass, I was able to sit back down in the chair.

After that, it was a simple matter of whisking the shorts down my legs, past my knees, and letting them pool on the floor. "Give them to Alicia," Lisa ordered. I freed my shorts fully from my feet and raised them up, handing them over the seat in front of me so that Alicia could take them from me.

"Good," Lisa exclaimed. She reached into her bag and pulled out a bottled water, twisting the cap and breaking the seal. She raised the bottle, but instead of raising it to her lips, she swung her arm and emptied the bottle over me. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Lisa was saying, even as my shirt absorbed all the liquid. "I'm such a klutz sometimes."

Her saccharine tone was obviously fake. There was no way that this was an accident.

Carrie looked at my shirt. "Oh, Erica!" she exclaimed with actual concern in her voice. "You can't wear wet clothes! That's a legitimate health risk!"

"I agree," Lisa chimed in. There wasn't any concern in her voice, however. "Take off your shirt."