Two naked teens ... and you're one!

"Lay it on me," you say.

Rebecca starts slowly. "OK, so my parents own the Spartans," she says. Fuck, you think. That explains the house. I can't believe they own the local minor league team!

"Wow, that's awesome," you reply.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool," she says. She smiles as she adds, "Especially when I get to hang out with the players.

"Anyway, my parents also own Spartan Cars." You're impressed again since Spartan is the most prevalent car dealership in town. There must be tons of locations since you always seem to be driving past one.

"OK, so what does this have to do with the cheerleaders."

"I'm getting to that," Rebecca says. She starts to speak more quickly. "Each year, toward the end of the football season, the dealership does a big promotion. They drive this huge bus onto the field and choose two seniors to go inside the bus and change into costumes to be mascots for the night."

You vaguely have a memory of this tradition now that she mentions it. You recall older students in years past dressing in togas and doing all kinds of stunts around the field. Lifts from the cheerleaders, getting carried by football players, and so on.

"Well, this year, there's going to be a little accident with the togas," she says with a grin. "The fabric is going to be really cheap and easy to tear, and someone's gonna get stripped in front of the school."

"Shit," you say. "But how are you going to pull that off?"

"First," Rebecca says, "one of the perks of your parents owning the dealership is that you get to decide who the mascots are."

"They're not randomly chosen?" you ask.

"Usually they are. But when Liz was a senior, she got to secretly pick. I can, too. And next year, Judy will be able to as well."

"OK, but what about the wardrobe malfunction?"

"That's where you come in! You're going to be one of the mascots, and you're going to make sure the toga isn't closed right. When the cheerleaders do their routine, I'll 'accidentally' unravel the material."

"That's incredible. So, I need to make sure the toga is loose or whatever."

"Yep. And it has to look like an accident."

"How are you going to make sure it looks like an accident?" you ask.

"That's simple," she says with a grin. "Because it's going to happen to both of you!"