Photos

Fiona discretely edged her way around Amy, eying their catch. Amy had dressed slutty, really slutty: A skimpy teal and white polka-dot bikini clung to her under the tube top, which itself managed to cover barely half of her breasts. An impossibly tight pseudo-skirt went down to the top of her thighs, and completed her pool party getup. It seemed she really liked Jake.

Of, course there wasn't exactly any reason to guess at the fact. Tera drew her hand out of her purse, and held a pair of photos aloft, bringing them within an inch of Amy's face.

In mock-shock Fiona exclaimed, "My God! That isn't! It couldn't be! But it is! It's you and Jake! Fucking! In the ASB room!"

Amy had gone pale, and suddenly looked a whole lot less demanding and a whole lot more liable to fall over. Before Amy had a chance to recover, the twins took hold of her shoulders. The photos fell onto the ground.

Tera glanced briefly down, and then spoke softly into Amy's ear, "You know, I'm pretty sure we have more...Online. They're just waiting to be sent. To everyone." "You don't look so good," Fiona whispered from other side of Amy, "Let's get you to bed."

Tera moved her hand down onto Amy's back, tracing the edge of a bikini top that was now unlikely to do Amy much good. "Yah," Tera whispered, "Let's get you to bed."

The twins guided the still-dazed Amy Cooper, teetering, into their bedroom, laid her on the bed, and locked the door behind them.