Chapter 5: The Pool

Mark, usually so cool and collected, seemed almost more flustered and embarrassed than Angela herself. “A-Angela, w-what, h-how? Are you...? What...? Is this...?”

Angela scooted her body around so that she was facing him, but still crouching down to preserve whatever scraps of her modesty remained. “It’s a long story. But I’m so glad you’re here. I need your help, Mark. Do you have any clothes for me?”

Mark held her gaze for a moment. “Y-yes I do. In the car. Which is right over there.”

“Awesome!” said Angela, smiling genuinely now. “I owe you one.”

“Let’s go,” Mark said, extending an arm.

Angela slowly rose to a standing position, and let Mark put a protective arm around her back. Hand clasping her upper arm, he led her swiftly towards his Ford hatchback and opened one of the back doors to let her in.

“There should be some things on the floor there,” he said, closing the door behind her.

Angela bent over to look at the car floor, and found a small powder-blue sleeveless strappy top. There were no other clothes.

“My sister’s,” Mark said.

Angela pulled the top over her head. It was cute, but a bit small for her, just about enough to cover her breasts. It was a tight fit, and her nipples were visibly outlined by the fabric. She was still bare below the ribcage.

Mark exchanged glances with her. “Okay, I’ll drive you to my place and we can get something better.”

“Thank you.”

Mark got into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the parking lot. Angela sat in the backseat of the car, upright and with her seat-belt on, legs crossed. If anyone caught the glimpse of her, they would probably assume she was wearing particularly skimpy bikini bottoms. Which she wished was true. At this point she’d be relieved to have a thong.

“So, uh, Angela,” said Mark, “how’d you end up naked in a hospital parking lot? Never thought I’d see you of all people in this sort of predicament.”

Angela sighed, and began to tell him the story. He didn’t know Tammy, so it didn’t really matter what he ended up thinking of her.

“Can’t believe they’re still enforcing masks at that salon,” said Mark, once she was finished. “I haven’t even seen anyone else wearing one in months. Really crazy that they made you go through that. You should leave a bad review.”

Angela could imagine it now. “The trim was great value for money, and Sharon is a very skilled hairdresser, but the nudist hair-cutting experience they offer to mask-less customers carries on long past its welcome. Two stars.”

“And that Tammy sounds like a real bitch,” Mark continued. “With friends like that, who needs enemies?”

After a short drive, Mark and Angela arrived at Mark’s house, in a different suburb from Tammy’s. It was quite a large, attractive house, with a well maintained front lawn. A wooden fence separated the front and back yards.

Mark parked in the driveway. “We’ll go through the back. My mom is still a bit funny about having guests inside the house, what with COVID and everything.”

So he lives with his mom, thought Angela. Mark was a few years older than her.

Mark got out of the car first, and opened the door for Angela, standing as cover as she climbed out, futilely pulling at the bottom of her top. The two quickly made their way to the fence, and Mark unlatched the gate and guided Angela in, one hand hovering very close to her butt.

The back yard was large, and fully surrounded by wooden fencing, Angela was pleased to note. Its central feature was a rectangular swimming pool, in which a girl of about eighteen was currently swimming. She froze when he saw Angela and fixed her gaze.

Angela pulled at her shirt with one hand and held the other one over her crotch.

“Mark,” the girl who must have been his sister piped up, “is that my top?”

“Sorry,” Mark whispered to Angela, “I thought she’d be out. Should have made sure the coast was clear.” Then to his sister, he said, “Beth, my friend Angela just needs to borrow it until I can get her something else.”

Mark touched the small of Angela’s back and moved her forward. She bent down in a now-familiar crouch to keep her crotch somewhat hidden and released her grip on the bottom of the top—there was no way it would reach as far as she needed it to anyway.

Beth climbed out of the pool. She was a small girl, a couple of inches shorter than Angela. She was trim and athletic, with a banana-shaped figure and visible abs. She wearing a red bikini, the top of which was almost flush against her chest. Her face had the elements of prettiness, but was currently ruined by a foul expression.

“You’re stretching it,” Beth spat, puffing her chest out and standing on her tip-toes to tower over Angela’s crouching form. “That’s my favorite top!”

“Beth, please,” pleaded Mark.

Angela tried the diplomatic approach. “Hi Beth,” she said softly, now standing on the bricks by the pool. “I really need this shirt right now. Just look at me!”

Beth scowled, eyes focused on her top. “You’re ruining it with your cow tits, you bitch!”

Angela flushed red and sank into a lower crouch. She decided she didn’t like Beth very much.

“Mark, tell your ‘friend’ to give it back,” Beth said. “Before she completely destroys it.”

“Beth...” Mark began.

“What kind of person walks around with no panties on anyway?” Beth said, looking back at Angela. “Are you, like, a prostitute? How much did my brother pay you?”

“I—it’s not like that!” Angela stammered.

A cruel smile crossed Beth’s countenance. “I think that my brother should get his money’s worth. He likes big tits, you know.”

“Beth!” Mark shouted, face rapidly turning as red as Angela’s.

“Don’t think I don’t see where your eyes wander, big brother. Now you, Angelica or whatever your name is, show my brother what he wants to see.”

Mark glanced helplessly at Angela. He was seeming less like the shining hero he’d appeared to be in the parking lot with every passing second.

Beth looked towards Mark. “If she doesn’t, I’ll tell mom you tried to bring a prostitute to the house.”

“No, Beth, please don’t...”

“I am not a—” started Angela.

“Shut it, bitch,” snapped Beth. “Nice girls don’t go around town with their pussies out. And Mark, just watch me.”

Mark and Beth stared each other down for a moment. Mark was the first to blink, and Beth crossed her arms across her flat chest triumphantly.

Mark sighed, his posture slumping. He shot Angela a pleading look. “I hate to say this, Angela, but, could you...”

Angela’s eyes widened in shock, and she hugged the small top to herself. “No!”

“Please Angela, just give her the top. I said I’d get you something better, didn’t I? Just please do this. For me.”

“But Mark, I’ll be—”

“Naked?” Beth cut in, pantomiming shock. “Oh no, the poor half-naked girl will be fully naked! Everyone will see her boobs as well as her ass! How awful!”

There was no way out. Beth was determined, and Mark was no help. But at least it would be temporary.

“Uugh, fine,” Angela said, in disbelief of what she was about to do. “You win.” She stood up slightly, put her hands to the top’s straps and then pulled it up and over her head. Beth made an exaggerated expression of disgust as Angela’s boobs dropped, but couldn’t hide her envy. Then she snatched the top and walked off.

Naked once more, defeated again, Angela placed an arm across her breasts.

Then she felt a hand shove her in the back, and she lost her balance and toppled into the swimming pool. “Aaah!”

“You looked like you were ready for a bath!” Beth jeered, cackling as she strutted across the lawn to her towel.

Sudden submergence was a shock to Angela, but she quickly regained her faculties and resurfaced, gulping for air. Her shoes and socks were heavy with water, so she reached down to undo them. Luckily her phone was waterproof.

Angela tossed both shoes, socks and her phone past the bricks and onto the grass. Then she parted the hair from her face to see that Beth had disappeared inside the house. She also saw a stern older woman looking out of the open patio doors at her. They briefly locked eyes, and the woman made a disgusted face at her, mouthed the word “whore”, and shouted for Mark.

“Yes Mother, I’ll be right there!”

“And come alone!” the woman snapped.

Mark cast a sheepish look at Angela, shrugged, and went to join his mother in the house, where both soon vanished from sight. Angela bobbed in the pool, and tried to tune out the muffled screeching that soon started inside the house.