Flee! You can't let Denise see you like this!

"Uhh, Sam, I thought we agreed none of us would do anything like that." Amy stage whispers with only mild concern. "Nice ass though."

You don't quite respond to her words, still frozen in mortification, with both hands clamped over the lacy dick-pouch that shameless pervert Charlotte **** you to wear; in fact, the only part of your body that you can actually move are your eyes! Scanning the bleachers unconsciously, you spot your sexy crush Denise; the brash basketball star winks and blows you a kiss, then doubles over in another laughing fit, wiping a tear from her left eye as she joins the myriad other young women in their lustful cheers, giggles and wolf-whistles.

The cacophony of humiliating laughter at your near-nudity builds louder and louder in your reddened ears, growing more embarrassing until you can no longer handle it; you break into a sprint, blushing like never before. The guitar falls off your shoulders, and you let it just drop onto the stage— you don't care if it's damaged, you need to get out of here now!

Barreling off the bandstand, you feel the air breeze across your thong-clad body, and scan the gymnasium for an exit; unable to check for anything specific as fast as you'd like, you just head in a random direction and pray for the best.

Behind you, Charlotte emerges from her foxhole, beaming beatifically at your bouncing bared butt, simmering with satisfaction, chuckling to herself. She loves how you look when you're blushing and nude, but perhaps more so, the ginger lech loves that you think you can actually escape her machinations.

Your bare legs carry you swiftly towards the wall at the back of the court, and you aren't careful to watch in front of you— the humiliating reality of Denise seeing you half-naked like this occupying your whole mind. Although you didn't think it through, the direction you sprinted was the correct one… there's just one little problem.

The main exit is within reach, sure, but to your unmitigated horror, you see that Candy—the cutest girl in the entire cheerleading squad—is waiting right in front of the exit door, blocking your escape; she's holding out her arms like a goalie and giggling sexily, watching your bulge bounce with your strides.

You barely stop short of crashing into her, but, as you pivot around to flee, the ditzy, svelte, Asian hottie snags your waistband with a couple of her nimble fingers. "Don't be like that Sam, I just wanna play!"

The already scant fabric of your thong stretches obscenely against your junk as you try to run away, but instead get wedgied by the hot cheerleader. The packed bleachers of young women scream in adulation at the sight of your clearly outlined package, and you flush a deep, burning sanguine when you hear Denise among them.

Candy laughs and squeals too, gleefully checking out your exposed ass whilst bracing herself in opposition of your escape; the black-haired Babe tries—and fails—to get a better grip on your lingerie, and effusively shouts to the puppeteer of your humiliation, "I can't thank you enough Charlotte! I freaking love being part of your pranks!"

Though the tiny, provocative undergarment that provides your only cover protests, you successfully break free from the sexy cheerleader's grip without it ripping, and bolt. Mortified, but wrongfully hopeful for a way out, you rush headlong into more humiliation.