Sabrina sprints out of her class, clad only in a hand-bra, hand-panties (that only cover her frontside) and shoes. The faster she gets there, the less people will see her, right? Unfortunately for Sabrina, that does not hold true. A pack of boys hanging out take notice to her.
“Hey! Streaker!”
“Why is that chick naked?”
“Fuck, is that Sabrina? She’s in my fifth period English class!”
“Nice ass!”
“Flaunt it, girl!”
“Don’t be shy girl, drop those arms!”
“Stop!” cries the running Sabrina. “Stop!”
“I don’t think we will...”
“Come on, streaker, why so shy now?”
“Come on boys, let’s follow this slut!” a boy named Derek exclaims. Derek and his friends are now chasing nude Sabrina!
“Why you running from us, Sabrina?”
“Hey Sabrina! We can see that fat ass of yours!”
“Haha, yeah, nice ass babe!”
“Stoooop!” yells Sabrina. “Please!”
“Haha, and why should we do that?” laughs Derek.
“B-because, it’s not my fault I’m naked! It was an accident!”
Sabrina then goes into a babble about everything that just happened; from the spill, to the not wearing underwear, to the naked in class, to the ruined clothes. The boys all break into hysterical laughter!
“Oh really? So Mrs. Wilson just **** you to spend the rest of your day naked?”
“Y-yes!”
“I don’t believe it. I think that’s just your little excuse to get away with streaking, Sabrina,” says Derek.
“Yeah! If that really happened, wouldn’t she give you a note or something?” chimes Raymond, one of Derek’s goons.
“N-no! I swear it’s true!” cries Sabrina. “Just ask her!”
“Nah, don’t feel like it...” says Derek, “...anyway, how about we cut a little deal with you? If you do what I say, we’ll leave you alone.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Well, Sabrina, if you...”
