Hide the clothes.

Lynn challenged you to get Carly to strip for you. While the ice cream girl has already stripped down to her bathing suit, you have an idea on how to get her to strip the rest of the way! If you have her clothes as collateral, she’ll have to trade her speedo to get them back! If that means the other girls will have to strip naked too, that’s an unfortunate side benefit.

You take a quick look at the girls in the pool. They already look to be having a great time, totally oblivious to what you’re up to. You promptly snap up all the clothes into a small bundle and look for a spot to hide it. If you hide it too easily, the ruse will be for nothing. You need a good spot.

It’s too dark around the far end of the yard to hide anything there. You’d never find it again. There’s a large tree that you could climb up, but the girls might notice you trying to get up there. The only other area would be near the house. There’s lighting around there, so you could see, but if anyone is home, you might somehow alert them by hanging around too close. It is a risk you have to take in order to achieve your goal.

Checking again to see that the girls are adequately distracted, you slink over to the house. So far, no alarms go off. You look around for a good hiding spot. You consider hiding them in some of the flower pots, but you don’t think that they would be very happy with clothes covered in soil.

You realize that the longer you’re out of the pool, the more likely the girls will know you’re up to something, so you have to think fast!

An idea hits you! They’d be looking all over the back yard for the clothes. What if it wasn’t in the yard? You hustle over to the gate where you came in. You open it up and lay the clothes down on the other side of the fence and close the gate again. You hurry back.

“Where were you?” Lynn asks, spotting you as you arrive.

“I had to take a leak,” you lie.

“Eww! Stay back!” she protests, splashing water at you.

“Don’t worry… this water’s chlorinated!” you say, “Be happy I had the courtesy not to go in it with you!”

Lynn splashes more water at you in defiance as you hop in.

You spend the next hour enjoying the water. Lynn’s bikini threatens to fall off on several occasions. The suits on the other girls are more secure, but they do brush up against you from time to time even with as much space to swim around as you have. Finally, tired out, you congregate on the side of the pool.

“This was amazing!” Carly says.

“Definitely a good way to spend a hot night,” Abigail agrees, “But it’s late, we should head back.”

Carly sits up and turns to the sun chairs. “Where are our clothes?!”

Lynn immediately looks at you with a raised eyebrow. You shrug, but share a mischievous grin. Lynn smirks. Carly and Abigail are up, looking around for their clothes. Eventually, Carly figures things out.

“You were the last one with our clothes,” she accuses you. “Where did you put them?”

“I hid it,” you say, plainly.

“Where did you hide it?!” Carly cries out, becoming more agitated. She frantically checks around the patio, then further out in the yard. Abigail joins the search but after a few minutes they return empty handed.

“Where did you hide our stuff?!” Carly demands.

“I’ll tell you… for a price…” you grin.

“What?! What do you want?”

What is your price?

“Your swimsuit.”

Carly’s face goes bright red and she covers her chest, turning away as if her speedo is already gone. “You can’t!” she complains.

“Alright, feel free to find it for yourself then!”

“Just give the guy a peep show and you’ll get your clothes back, Carly,” her friend says.

“Well, why don’t you do it then?” Carly asks her friend.

“He said yours,” she replies.

“Well, it’d only be fair to trade one outfit for one swimsuit…” you chime in, trying to act innocent. Abigail is appalled by the lengths of your lechery. She drops her jaw and gives you a piercing stare. You feel something hit your head. You pull it off to identify it as Lynn’s stop. Her bottoms soon follow. The other girls stare at their now naked companion.

“Well, I don’t want to be here all night, ladies,” she replies, nonchalantly. She rests her hand on her hip and tilts her head to them, waiting for them to take their turns.

While Lynn seems perfectly comfortable strutting around with nothing on, the other two look uneasy. Still, Abigail smirks, taking the move as a challenge. She pulls down the shoulder straps of her speedo and pushes the suit down. It clings to her tight body and you can see her nipples poking out as if gasping for breath. Finally she shuffles the speedo off and tosses it at you. You reach out to catch it, but the velocity of the pitch lands it onto your face with a wet splat.

When you recover, you see Abigail standing naked, a little uneasy, but trying to show an air of confidence by not reflexively covering herself up with her arms. Carly looks on with shock and dread. It’s her turn next. Lynn and Abigail stared her down and the pressure was too much for her. Begrudgingly, Carly pulls down her suit, doing her best to hide her body from your view. You can make out that she’s more filled out than Abigail is and her hips are rounder, but she is hunched over with her arms covering her naughty bits. She kicks the discarded speedo over to you and you pick it up.

“Alright, you have everything! Now, give us back our clothes!” she demands

“Right this way, ladies,” you tell them, resting the swimsuits over your shoulder like trophies. You head over to the gate and open the door. Just as you are about to turn to pick up the clothing, you are blinded by a bright light. You hear the rumbling of an engine driving up.

“Shit! They’re home!” Lynn cries out in panic. Everyone darts off and you chase after them. You hear yelling coming from behind, but don’t look back.