Well, the undressing. That's what you're here for, right?

Knelt on the floor of this very cluttered custodial closet, Denise was in the process of untying her running shoes. She was planning on going for a jog with Kaitlyn after classes today, in celebration of the beginning of one of the last quarters of college before receiving their associate's degrees. Denise would've loved to have invited Benjamin to join them, but... you know.

Having untied the laces to both shoes, Denise stood back up, lifted her left foot up behind her to pull off the shoe. She did the same thing with the shoe on her right foot, revealing a pair of bright green socks. She was planning on changing into socks that allowed for better traction when jogging, but depending on what happened for the rest of the day, that might have to wait a day or two. Or five.

As Denise lifted a foot behind her to pull off the sock, she made eye contact with the girl. "What's your name?" she asked, having pulled the sock off.

The girl responded flatly. "It's Brittany." She looked down at the floor, seeming ashamed at the situation conspiring.

"I see," Denise replied as she pulled off her other sock. Her face scrunched up in disgust at the feeling of her bare feet on the floor beneath her feet. For a custodial closet, they sure did a pretty terrible job keeping their own supplies in a neat and tidy fashion. "It's a pleasure, I guess..." realizing the redundancy of her remark, she grumbled to herself. "It isn't, really, but, you know, this just sucks."

Shifting in her sport uncomfortably, Brittany nodded lightly. "Yeah, I know," she responded sheepishly. "Look, I'm really sorry that this is going on, but there's honestly nothing else that we can do right now until I figure something out myself."

Denise nodded in understanding as she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt. "Don't worry, I get it," she replied, a hint of a smirk on her face, but refusing to break eye contact with her **** assailant.

Denise felt a small lump in her throat as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a gray sports bra to Brittany. She handled the shirt into a ball and dropped it next to her shoes and socks. She had been planning to go jogging with Kaitlyn after class today, but the way that this particular situation was going... well, let's just say that if that still went on, Denise would be quite a sight.

"I, uh, you- um..." Brittany stumbled over her own words, blushing lightly. Wait... why was she blushing? She wasn't the one that was being **** to strip down against her will. "You, uh, have a nice, uh..." she tumbled over herself again before finally finishing her thought with "You have a nice bust."

...well, Denise definitely wasn't expecting that. Sure, she had gotten compliments on her bosom several times in the past (mostly from horny dudes off the street that couldn't shut the fuck up and mind their own business to save their lives), but this might have been the first time that she ever got a compliment on them from a girl. It was an odd feeling. She never even got compliments from the other girls in any of the sports she played.

"Um, thanks..." she blushed profusely as she smiled in light embarrassment. Not because of her state of undress (not exclusively because of that, anyway).

But now Denise felt the lump in her throat again as Brittany looked down at her figure, reminding the indecent beauty that her bottoms were the next thing to go. Hesitating slightly, she reached down to unbutton and unzip her snug jeans. Denise was a little more self-conscious about her thighs than she was about her stomach. She knew she looked good. She exercised every day, for crying out loud! But thighs weren't really something that could be messed with.

The jeans began to slide down her thick thighs, revealing a pair of plain white panties. They clearly didn't match the grey sports bra covering her bountiful breasts. Wanting to take the focus off of her undressing for a moment, and hoping for some answers, Denise spoke up. "Who's making Benjamin do this? I know he obviously isn't doing this because he wants to. I had my doubts at the start, but it's been a while, and he still looks miserable. So, who's behind all this?"

Brittany didn't answer initially, instead scrolling frantically through her cell phone. "I'm sorry," she finally answered after some time. "But I can't tell you. But believe me, I really wish I could. The blackmailer deserves everything that's coming to him."

Frustrated, but understanding, Denise lets go of the waist of her jeans, letting them fall to the floor, allowing her to step out of them. She accidentally turned around while doing so, unintentionally showing off her large, round butt to Brittany. Unbeknownst to Denise, however, was that the blonde was secretly wishing she would show it off again.

"Uh, you have a, uh... a nice butt, too..." Brittany complimented again, though more unsure of whether of not this was okay to say.

"Well, uh, thanks, I guess," Denise replied, blushing lightly again at the unexpected hospitality.

It was at this point at Brittany was hoping that she would be able to give a little bit of mercy to the underwear-clad beauty before her, but unfortunately, that was not the case. She knew what was to occur, should she refuse to serve out exactly what her brother had tasked her with doing. It was with a deep breath and a hardened posture that the blonde babe had **** out, "I'm really sorry to do this to you, I truly am, but... your underwear needs to go, too."

Denise blushed profusely. She figured that this would have been a factor (something about Benjamin's blackmailer seemed to really make them believe that public nudity was the worst thing that could happen to you), but it still hurt to actually hear out loud. She let out a long sigh, and gave in to her denuded fate. "Why am I not surprised," she uttered as she placed both of her hands beneath her sports bra.

"I'm so sorry for doing this to you," Brittany repeated, pangs of remorse filling the expressions of her face. "But if I don't, I'm screwed."

Hands still at the under side of her bra, Denise shrugged. "I know," she replied. "I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at whoever is making us both do this."

And with that, Denise braced herself as she pulled her sports over her head, exposing her plentiful tig ol' bitties to the blonde bombshell before her. They were... pretty big, in all honesty. She had been hiding some natural D-cup breasts behind her very tight and incredibly constraining sports bra. But now that they were out in the open, their full glory could be appreciated by the singular audience member before her.

And boy, was Brittany stunned. Denise's bra had been doing a damn good job at hiding those absolute knockouts behind her now discarded brassiere. The absolute volume had left the blonde beauty speechless.

So speechless, in fact, that she had not registered that Denise was in the process of removing her last article of clothing until it was already around her ankles. Denise blushed profusely as she stepped out of her panties and tossed them out towards the pile of the rest of her clothes, completing the set.

Now au natural, Denise placed one arm over her chest to cover her breasts and placed the over between her legs to cover her vagina. But not before Brittany was able to catch a quick glance at what was left in the downstairs area. Denise seemed to have always been prepared for the event she would get it on with a boy (or girl, Brittany certainly didn't judge), seeing as how she had kept her bush nice, trim, and in the form of a neat landing strip.

And her ass... oh, good lord, her ass. It was the largest one that Brittany had ever seen on a woman. Er, not that Brittany had seen very many, but it was clearly large, bountiful, and healthy as can be. It was evident that Denise did the absolute best that she could to keep her entire form maintained and in tip-top shape.

That could really be said about her entire body, really. Sure, Denise had a bit of natural chub to her, but that was to be expected. It actually accentuated everything else incredibly well, and Brittany simply could not keep her eyes off of the amazing specimen before her.

Brittany was finally brought out of her daze when Denise spoke up. "Alright, there's everything," she whimpered lightly, moving one bare foot forward to kick all of her discarded clothes towards her **** captor. "Do what you have to do, now, okay?"

Brittany cringed. She still couldn't believe that Austin had been this much of a douche bag, forcing her to inflict such a cruel and unusual punishment to not just her ex-boyfriend, but now to one of her ex-boyfriend's closest allies, and for what? Showing empathy to him? 'God, fuck you, Austin," Brittany swore to herself...

In that moment of defiance, she very discreetly laid Denise's phone and wallet on a table next to the both of them, before gathering all of her victim's clothing, stuffing it in Denise's own bag, and heading towards the exit. "Good luck, Denise," Brittany stated in encouragement. "I know you can figure this place out." With her final thoughts, she opened the door and stepped out, leaving Denise by herself, naked and stranded in a custodial closet.

Now alone, Denise stepped forward, ignoring the disgusting sticky feeling beneath her feet (seriously, how the fuck was this place so gross???), grabbed her phone, and dialed Benjamin's number. She knew that he no longer had access to his cell, but he had mentioned that it was now in the possession of one of his roommates, so hopefully one that was currently at the college would--

"Hello?" answered a voice on the other end. It was Peter. Thank the lord. Denise wouldn't have to streak too much.

"Peter?! It's Denise!" she blurted out, slightly afraid that she had said so loudly, that someone on the other side of the closet would hear it. Thankfully, that wasn't that case. "I need you to do something for me..."