Time to see what outfit Kayla chose for you

After your embarrassing conversation with Erica, you go to the private bathroom attached to your bedroom and fill the tub. After triple checking that the door to the bathroom is locked, the window blinds are down, and the windows are locked, you settle into the bath.

You doze off without realizing it. You wake up suddenly when you hear a door slam. You slosh water as you reflexively reach out to the towel by the tub to confirm that it’s still there. When you see that the bathroom door is still locked, you laugh at how nervous you are, then relax in the tub. But then, after a moment, you begin to wonder if you had remembered to lock the bedroom door as well as the door to your bathroom.

You dry off and, with a towel knotted around your waist, walk into the bedroom. Everything is as you left it. Your suitcase full of clothes is still sitting on your bed. The only difference is that the sun has gone down. You must have been asleep a while. You can hear music and the girls laughing in the kitchen. Time to get dressed and join the party.

You walk over to your bag, but as you spin it around, you realize something is wrong. It is significantly lighter. Before you can open it, your phone lights up on the bedside table. You pick it up and read the text from an anonymous number.

“Hi Sam! It’s Kayla. Erica gave me your phone number. Sorry for sneaking into your room while you were in the bath. I just had to take your clothes to make sure you didn’t back down on our little bet.”

“Oh shit,” you whisper, looking around the room. The closets are empty.

Your phone lights up again and you read another text. “Don’t worry! Your outfit is in your bag. I think it’ll be a great fit on you.”

You cautiously walk up to the bag and unzip it. It is completely empty except for one article of clothing.

A speedo designed with the colors of the Italian flag.

“You’re joking,” you text back. “There’s no way I’m wearing this in public.”

After a moment, she texts back, “Don’t be a sore loser!”

You text, “Come to my room. We need to discuss this.”

You’re standing in a towel with your hands on your hips when Kayla walks in. You’re prepared to get angry, but the sight of her catches you off guard. She was dressed and ready for the club. As jaw-dropping as she looked in that bikini, you weren’t expecting to see her with her hair and makeup done and wearing a black dress that accentuated her cleavage. Her bust is even more on display as she shuts the door behind her and leans against it with her hands behind her back.

“Oh my gosh, Sam!” she says, blinking her eyes dramatically. “Inviting me to your room alone? This is all happening so fast!”

“You can’t be serious about this,” you say, holding up the speedo.

“You said ‘anything!’”

“I can’t go out in public like this!”

“Don’t be so shy! I’ve already seen you wearing a lot less. And the girls all agreed it would look great on you!”

“The rest of them know that you gave me this to wear?” You rub your forehead as Kayla nods and giggles. “Do the other girls know that I was... naked... when I agreed to let you pick my outfit.”

Kayla takes a couple steps closer and runs a finger along your bicep. “They don’t have to know about all that, Sam. I think that can stay our little ‘spring-break secret.’”

Having Kayla this close to you makes you tighten your grip on the towel around your waist.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it,” you say. “It’d be too embarrassing.”

Kayla tosses her blonde hair to the side. “I guess you didn’t see the pictures I just sent you,” she says.

“The pictures you....” you pick up your phone and what you see nearly makes you drop your towel in surprise. There were pictures of you naked during the basketball game. Kayla must have snuck those photos while you were focusing on shooting.

“I wasn’t quite quick enough to get a photo of my favorite part of you.” Kayla runs her hand over the front of your towel, making you jump away. “But there are a few I like.”

“Who did you send these to?” you ask.

“Nobody!” She bobs on her toes and holds up a hand. “Scout’s honor! And if you hold up your end of the bet, I’ll give you my phone and you can delete the pics yourself.”

You sigh as you gently toss your phone on the bed.

“But, if you don’t want to honor our bet,” Kayla says as she puts her hand on her hip, “I wouldn’t mind keeping those photos. I’m actually in charge of our sorority’s newsletter,” she added. “I bet the rest of my sorority wouldn’t mind seeing those photos either! Maybe we should see what the girls in the kitchen think?”

“Fine,” you say. “You got me. But look, even if I wear this, the nightclub will have a dress code. They’re not just going to let me walk in wearing that thing.”

“I think with the way you look, they’ll be dying to let you in.” Kayla laughs at her own joke, but after a moment she shrugs. “I’ll tell you what, Sam. Since you’re a nice guy, I’ll make this easier on you. Put on the outfit I picked and join us in the kitchen. We’re going to listen to music and have some drinks before going out. You wear that outfit during the pre-game and, before we leave, you can change into anything you want.”

You cringe as you look at the skimpy garment sitting on your bed. What was it going to be? A few hours in this ridiculous outfit? Or have Kayla show naked pictures of you to every girl back home?