No her Situation gets Worse

Now frantically tugging Renee suddenly hears a noise that freezes her blood in horror.

*Shhrip!*

Was it the skirt in her hands? Nope. But a sudden draft on her plush butt gave her a hint where it came from. Reaching back she was horrified to feel a large Fletch of bare skin where stretchy sheer fabric should be. In fact most of her plump ass was on display. More than a simple tear should've allowed.

To this Tim and Jacob just silently chuckled while gripping the bits of fabric they'd personally torn off the girl.

Horrified, Renee now had both hands firmly cupping her round tuchus. Now more than ever she wanted her skirt back. However, just to her luck she heard a pair of voices coming her direction. In a panic she runs off towards the student council room. Followed by her invisible spectators.

And soon after two girls came upon the discarded skirt. One of them, with an identifiable blue streak in her hair, picked it up curiously. Doing so effortlessly compared to the struggle Renee had been in to do so just a minute ago.

“Someone lose a skirt from their bag?” Sophie asked with a chuckle.

“That or some daring chick is running around in some tights and panties,” her friend joked.

“Hehe yeah right, as if” Sophie said, but now imagining herself like that. And how hot that'd be. Shaking it off quickly though she continued “let's drop this off at the lost and found on our way.”