As the one who can handle alcohol the best, Allison took it upon herself to be responsible before their pool party got underway. Specifically, she went up to Aimee's bathroom and pulled out four large towels. After one game of beer pong ended with her streaking past automatic sprinklers that were poorly placed, she was quite familiar with the aggravation of getting into clothing while soaking wet and then having to spend the rest of the night in them. She wasn't about to let her inexperienced friends learn that firsthand, even if that did mean everyone else was already in the pool by the time she scaled the fence.
It wasn't hard to tell the other three all had very little experience with public nudity in any capacity, though this part may have just been the alcohol. Allison discovered their clothes scattered around the Bellamy's aluminum chairs on the patio, left to whatever fate gravity and inertia had given them. That was the easiest way to make redressing much harder than it had to be, or the most difficult way to gather them up if they had to make a mad dash out of here. With a sigh, she dropped the towels onto one of the chairs and started folding their clothes before placing them on the table. It was denying her the chill of the water and killing her buzz, but anything was better than having to run around looking for a pair of panties after the Bellamy's got home.
The delays only cost her about two minutes, and thankfully her bandmates weren't relishing the pool aloud to tease her. Upon turning to jump in and join them, she discovered why. All three girls had taken up positions directly behind her and used her about-face as the signal to hit her with a wall of water. Her freed hair collapsed around her, forming around her curves while also covering her face. The cold wave was a nice change of pace from the humidity, but her agape mouth proved it wasn't how she wanted her relief. And all the while her friends laughed.
Crystal called, "That's whatcha get for bein last!"
"And for turnin ya back on us!" Jen added.
Aimee had no comment. She just kept cackling even as they went in for a high five.
Allison tossed her hair back, and revealed the face of a demon. She charged the pool, only saying four words.
"You fuckers are dead!"
The trio scattered instantly, missing both the dive and the resulting splash. In contrast to her opening act, Allison's motives were relatively benign, as her softened features and giggling proved. Since her body blocked the chairs and table from the water, the only harm was to her ego. A few dunks, tickling, and maybe some titty twisters would level the playing field. Although, there was a chance she could find a secondary route for revenge.
Thinking they were alone, Total Breakdown figured no one would object to the shouting and splashing, and in fairness they weren't wrong. It wasn't an objection, it was mere curiosity followed by a joyous gasp. Peering out the window was their old pal Jodie, taken aback by their shenanigans. In the back of her mind, she was suddenly thankful that her husband went on a weekend deep sea fishing trip with his friends. Normally she resented Ed never taking her along and leaving her alone for the duration, but this time she had something to do, and he wasn't around to object or break it up. At long last, Jodie could have some uninterrupted fun with her friends.
Jodie's hands were already at her blouse, preparing to strip off and jump in with them. Her fingers couldn't so much as twitch before she stopped herself. Sure, skinny dipping would be fun, and she had no physical reason to hesitate, even if part of it came from a surgeon - "strictly to keep myself firm and perky," as she always reminded Crystal. However, lowering her head caused her eyes to pass the pile of clothes and towels, and notice its close proximity to the patio window. Pranks on naked people were timeless, and especially common in youthful people. Why not prank Total Breakdown? They were trespassing, they didn't invite Jodie to join them, and they didn't seem to realize she was around. That's a prime target if ever there was one.
But how? Jodie began to ponder her approach. I gotta leave their shoes, they're outta reach. And it'd be way too mean to leave them naked and streaking around town. Maybe I could leave their towels? That's not so bad. Or maybe make them do stuff around the block to earn their clothes back.
Maybe I'm better off joining them like I wanted...
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