Chapter 3 - Ashley

Wednesday it was Ashley. “Looks like you lucked out.”

“Yeah… I actually had something in my closet that would work. And look:” She held up her foot. “Flip-flops! No heels!” She put her foot down. “This is pushing it though. I’m going to need to find some smaller swimsuits: This one still ‘itches’ horribly. I don’t think it will work long-term.”

They looked at her mini-bikini. “String?”

Mirco-string. If I want to actually be comfortable. This thong is definitely pushing it.” Her hand started to wander to the straps, and was pulled back by a force of will. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep it on all day.”

“I wonder what’s going to be next.” All the girls turned to look at Nicole. She blushed. “Look. He’s doing fetishes. Bikini girl, ‘Playboy’ bunny, whatever you call what Brianna is. I don’t think he’s going to stop at three.”

“Which means there will be someone else as well.”

“Yeah. Probably a lot of us.”

There was silence. After all, none of them could criticize their controller, and none could think of anything to say to that.

Brianna broke the silence, turning back to Ashley. “Well, at least Ms. Torres will be glad she doesn’t have to come up with another set of workouts for gym class.”

“As long as we’re indoors. I can’t run in flip-flops, but I can go barefoot.”

They were all thankful for the bell.

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