Another girl to stop you from getting away.

Barely escaping Candy with your dignity intact, you tear your way across the gym to the chorus of unrestrained laughter and catcalls, curtousy the girls in the bleachers; you're blushing scarlet, and your member is starting to rise from all the unwanted attention.

As you scramble past the bandstand, humiliated, your musically inclined friends stare on in confusion, apprehension, and appreciation. Amy whistles a long, clean note of approval at your lingerie-clad form and says, "Man, Sam sure knows how to spice up a show."

Adjusting her sunglasses as she peeps your asscheeks, Garnet calmly corrects, "Uh-uh, Sam is too shy: This was Charlotte's doing."

"That would explain a lot… the poor guy's practically naked— I did not require to see so much of him." Bemoans a Pearl covering her eyes.

Grinning and chuckling at the sight of your fit, half-naked body running, Amy says, "Speak for yourself, Pearl; I am loving this view."

Sprinting to the far end of the gym away from Candy, you discover to your consternation and grief that the only other entrance is blocked, this time by the rowdy cowgirl, Pearl. The freckled blonde is wearing a rapacious grin—far more than you have on—and takes a more proactive approach than Charlotte's other co-conspirator; she actually starts running after you herself.

Although you'd learned your lesson when you almost got stripped by Candy, and started fleeing from 'Straight Pearl' before you even got close, her legs are far longer than yours and she can run much faster on them. It barely takes effort for her to grab you.

Pearls' arms envelope your scantily-clad form, and you begin to panic as her huge hands scramble for purchase on your bare skin. Soon, the lascivious cowgirl succeeds where the cheerleader had failed; she has you ensnared in an iron grip.

You blush and flail in utter humiliation as she faces you to the bleachers packed full of cheering girls. Denise's eyes are lit up like stars as she stares awestruck at your scarcely covered crotch.

"Y'know Sam, when I asked ya "boxers or briefs" I never would've reckoned 'sexy little thong' would be the answer!" Pearl laughs while guiding a strong, yet lithe hand down your bare torso, eventually grabbing you by the lacy waistband. A second, smaller hand snags the opposite side of your thong, and you feel your stomach drop when you turn to face the newcomer, only to see Candy's lusty, grinning face staring back.

Both girls' eyes drift downwards until they're locked onto the tiny pouch squeezing your most private parts.

"Now, Let's find out what this feller's packin'!" drawls the blonde colossus as she—with the aid of the Asian hottie—slowly teases the scant lingerie down your smooth hips.

"No! Stop!—" You protest, as the horny girls tug your underwear further down, almost freeing the prize underneath. "Help!!"