She Has a Plan

Amelia and Emily burst into peels of laughter as they doubled over at seeing Daffney stripped down to her bra. Amelia was the one who had managed to win the tug of war with her now tattered tank top. She held up the remains like a war trophy.

"Hey, Daffney, is that your underwear you're wearing?" Emily laughed.

"I wonder if she matches."

Daffney's cheeks burned in humiliation as she looked down her cleavage, clutching her hands to her chest. She'd walked into the trap and this was the price she'd had to pay. She cursed herself for being arrogant enough to think that Emily could be brushed aside in a microsecond. Daffney released her arms knowing that she couldn't fold like a cheap suitcase, as Yana had done.

She took in deep breaths, trying to compose herself as she surveyed the scene. Yana had made it off her knees. Her eyes were red and sodden, but she'd managed to put her bra back together. She watched but didn't look like she wanted any part of what was going on. Already down to her bra and panties, why would she take a risk if she didn't have to?

Daffney hiked her pants up. She was safe as long as the button held and she didn't get herself caught in a bad situation again, but she needed a gameplan. She had to do better or the two women would expose her mercilessly.

"Come on." Amelia sounded like this was a game and Daffney would now crumble. "Let's get her pants off."

Daffney took a half-step backward. She saw an opening. The two had become overconfident. She planned to lure them into a false sense of security and then strike. As they advanced, Daffney did her best to look terrified. Their hands were outstretched, looking to get a grip on her jeans in the same way they'd removed her tank top.

She half-turned away as the grinning girlies came within a couple of feet of her, as if to cover herself up.