[ENF] Bad Luck Lacey

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Bad Luck Lacey: The Third Part

Part I: More of Prologue Though

Lacey took her bag and darted to one of the locker room stalls. Her class was taking an end-of-the-year field trip to Bikini Falls Water Park, despite Lacey’s lobbying for the world-famous Fulton "Full" E. Drest Planetarium.

“Oh come on Lace, change with the rest of us,” her best friend Cory said right outside. Lacey had nothing to be embarrassed about, she took excellent care of her body, and would’ve looked better than most in a two-piece. However, she was just a bit more reserved then them. So she peeled off her shirt and pants, checked that the door was securely lock, then pulled her conservative tight blue one-piece bathing suit out and hung it over the stall door.

There was a jarring at the door; someone was trying to get in.
“Occupied,” Lacey cried out.
“Oh come on Lace,” she petitioned, “hurry up, we’re all ready to go.”
“Okay shut up I’m coming.”

Lacey unhooked her bra and wriggled out of her panties. When she looked up to reach for her bathing suit it was gone.
“Looking for this?” she heard, a hand holding it just under the stall door.
“Give that back now! I’m serious!”
“I don’t know, I think you should come out and get it,” said the voice, slowly pulling the suit back.
“This isn’t funny!”
“Okay geez…” she conceded, tossing the suit over the door.

Lacey hastily Lacey stepped into her bathing suit and stretched the straps over her shoulders. She scanned her nether region making sure everything was safely concealed, stuffed her clothes into her bag and into a locker, and expressed to Cory how unfunny that little charade really was.

A few slippery slides and wave pools later, Lacey and a group of classmates found themselves waiting under one of Bikini Falls largest attractions: a stupid giant bucket filled to the brim with water that pours down every 15 minutes.

“What’s taking this stupid bucket so long,” said one of the cuter girls in the class named Tara. “It’s been like 14-and-a-half minutes already…”

Cory, Lacey, and the rest of the group looked up in excited anticipation. Finally, the bucket began to tip and they all started screaming. In a matter of seconds, hundreds of gallons of water pounded down on them, several of the kids falling back in the knee-high pool. Lacey did her best to stay standing, but the downpour on her shoulders was putting up a good effort.

When the water ceased, Lacey shook her head and wiped the excess drops from her eyes, she needed to see what her fellow classmates had started laughing at. Her eyes cleared, she looked down to see the straps on her shoulders were distinctly absent, in fact, the entire upper portion of her one-piece hung inside-out around her waist.

“Ahh!” she screamed, covering her small yet perky breasts with her hands. But nobody was looking at her. The attention was centered on Tara, whose bottoms formed a taut bridge between her knees.
“Oh my god Tara!” said one of the other girls.

Lacey swiftly shifted her shoulder straps back into place and covered up. Her heart was pounding harder than she could imagine, but alas, Tara had taken the grunt of the embarrassment.

Then suddenly, Lacey woke up in bed. Not her soft comfy home bed, a hospital bed.

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Part II:

Shortly after the newly unemployed reporter and cameraman cut their live feed of a bottomless girl helplessly dangling from a 2nd story window, that very girl lost her grip and fell to the earth in a heap.

Her shirt, previously caught on a harsh branch, was ripped open from behind. The tattered shirt spilling off during the descent, parting ways with our heap, and leaving her completely and utterly exposed.

In shock, the absent-minded duo didn’t know what to do. Here in front of them, in broad daylight (now that the rain had gone and clouds parted), was a beautiful 18-year old girl hunched over stark naked.

“Help!” the reporter yelled. “Help!”
“Shouldn’t we do something, call 9-11? I don’t know…something?” his cameraman asked.
“Are you kidding? They’ll think we’re sex criminals,” the presumptuous reporter said.

Lacey was woozy and feeble. Her arms, which had broken her fall, struggled to support her off the ground. She tried to shift her knees forward and move into a less exhibited position, but her body was letting her down. Every other sensation was heightened. A minor breeze wrapped its way through her legs teasing her, reminding her that every little spot was out in the open. The water-speckled grass dotting her with tiny of drops rain across her bare chest and thighs. Her knees and legs rasped with cold dirt.

Lacey’s groans were as faint as her awareness, but her vision remained intact. She could make out the figures pouring in from around the yard. More and more people looking over her, but her injuries left her unable to do anything about it.

When the crowd grew large enough to block out the sight of the street, Lacey finally passed out and woke up at midnight, in a hospital with both arms elevated in casts.

Lacey was disoriented. How did she get casts on her arms? Her mom was asleep on a chair in the corner of her somnolent room. There was a dim noise of wheels rolling outside the door, but the lion’s share of the sound came from the small TV in the upper right corner suspended from the ceiling.

A replay of the 7 o’clock news was on, featuring a buxom Spanish brunette reporter. And she was standing in front of Lacey’s house. Lacey didn’t want to watch this. Somebody change the channel she begged in her mind.

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Very sorry for the prolonged hiatus. I'm guessing many of you thought I died or even worse: got a social life. I'll try to write and finish up this story, but my tiny brain only works so fast.

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Part III

“We’re here on Nood Street, where earlier today a little bit of confusion lead to a whole lot of attention.”

Shot onto the screen was the tree Lacey had unsuccessfully leapt from. Panning down, the slight indentation in the ground where she had eventually landed. When the focus returned to the reporter, she now stood above that dent. She crouched down, getting as close to the ground as she could, explaining the most superfluous details.

“Here is where our damsel bared it all, landing hard on her arms, stuck in a position that dozens of onlookers described as vulgar, many shielding the eyes of their young children. Meanwhile, some of the more immature bystanders snapped picture after picture, until the paramedics were able to arrive on the scene.”

Unbeknownst to our cute, albeit unseasoned reporter, her crouching had caused camera’s angle to be directly up her short black skirt, and a flash of pink fabric stuck out on the screen. It was the only bit of joy Lacey could take. This dumb bimbo was exposing her panties on TV, and for a moment the attention wasn’t on her own public showing.

But that respite was short-lived, as the telecast flashed black-barred photographs of her indecent landing, using much smaller bars than she would’ve thought suitable for daytime television. The images were replaced by something even worse: Tara.

“We we’re lucky enough to get a hold of one her closest friends.”

Lacey was enraged. Tara appeared on screen. The last person Lacey would consider a close friend. What could she possibly have to say? Hadn’t she done enough?

“Yeah I’ve known Lacey my whole life; she’s always doing stuff like this. Just earlier today she practically streaked the school pep rally.”

“THAT BI— ” Lacey started, before stopping herself. The B-word wasn’t allowed in her home, nor on her favorite erotic website, oneclickdicks.com. But the brief outburst had awoken her mother.

“Oh, honey, you’re up. How are you feeling?” she said, getting up and approaching the bed.

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Part IV

Lacey was discharged the next morning. Luckily she had only sustained a broken neck and few fractured vertebrae. Just kidding, she only suffered some minor wrist sprains that meant her hands were bandaged up and pretty much immobilized.

“Honey, when did you stop wearing underwear?” her mother asked. Lacey didn’t have an answer craning her neck back to glance her way. Lacey didn’t respond, instead slumping into her seat wanting to get home and in her bed to ball up.

“Oh I have this for you,” her mom added, handing Lacey’s cell phone over. No matter what, Lacey couldn’t escape the reminders of her incident. She reached out and grabbed the phone, flipping it open to see she had 12 unread text messages. “Of course.”

Luckily nine of the messages were from Cory trying to propitiate the situation. Texts like “People are gonna forget about this in no time!!” and “Nobody got a good look, you shouldn’t worry. Hope you’re okay!!!”
Her last two texts were about a senior class bonfire that night. Lacey didn’t think she could show her face so soon after showing everything.

Unfortunately the other 3 texts weren’t as innocuous. Her senile grandmother had congratulated her on making the news. Her friend Joe sent a thanks, as he’d always wondered whether she shaved or not. And Tara, whose number she didn’t even remember having, sent a picture someone must have taken from the yard with the caption, “thanks for giving the school an anatomy lesson,” followed be a nauseating emoticon smile.

When they finally got home Cory’s car was parked outside. She got out at the site of Lacey, wearing an expression that said, “I am so sorry for you.” Lacey didn’t really want to talk right now, but maybe just maybe Cory would talk about something, anything else.

“So the entire city saw you naked, big deal. I had a terrible day too remember? Oh, are your hands okay?” Lacey simpered and lead Cory up to her room.

“This bonfire could be your chance to get Tara back. I know she’s going,” Cory began, lying on her stomach on Lacey's bed. Lacey noticed the upper parts of Cory's butt cheeks and had to wonder if she was now going sans undies. Did nobody learn a lesson today?

As much as Lacey wanted to bury herself forever, Cory was right. She’d have to see these people again and Tara was bound to wear a tiny bikini. She knew Tara craved that attention.

“Fine. I’ll go. But I’m not wearing a bathing suit. God only knows what could happen.”

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PART V

“How does this look,” Tara said, stepping out of the dressing room, sporting a promiscuous string bikini. The strings continued about halfway into her thigh before a small, brown triangle patch of fabric a single shade darker than her tanned russet skin. Her friend absentminded friend Liz was nowhere in sight, but a portly middle-aged man stood nearby and seemed to approve.

“Looks nice.”
“Ew gross.”

Liz wandered out from between two racks of bikini tops, numerous colorful bikini combos d****d over her folded right arm.
“Oooh, sexy,” she began, “hurry up and change, I wanna try these on.”
Tara returned to her room and shut the door. Once completely naked inspiration struck. She looked at the door and realized how little separated the entire store from seeing her in all her glory. So she finished dressing and stepped out.

“K, hurry up, we need to get to the beach in a few hours.”

Liz stepped in and Tara shut the door behind her. She waited, hoping not to hear the sound of the rickety door lock behind her. Luckily for her, her prayers were answered, the only din coming from Liz’s heavy jeans crashing to the floors. Tara would have to time this just right.

Tara couldn’t hold back a smile as more customers joined the queue for the changing rooms. She peeked under the door, catching the site of Liz’s tiny black panties collapse onto the top of her jeans.
“How’s it going in there Liz?” Tara said.
“Good,” a muffled voice replied.
“What was that?” Tara yelled, swinging the door wide open.

Tara’s timing was impeccable. Not from Liz’s perspective though. Liz was in the middle of taking her shirt off, completely obscuring her senses. She swore she could make out the sounds of gasps and laughs +behind her, but it wasn’t until she swung the blouse over her head and craned her neck around that she realized at least 7 pairs of eyes had an unhindered view of her shapely rear end.

“TARA! Close it!” she cried out. Liz threw the blouse down and scrambled to cover her bottom, reaching for her panties but momentarily losing her footing in the crumpled up jeans. She bent forward to pick them up, rushing and fumbling with them in her hands, intermittently tossing a free hand to do something to conceal herself. Time was going extremely slow, she was sure more people were joining the audience, fixated at the bottomless girl parading her bum in front of them.

“CLOSE THE DOOR!!” she said to deaf ears as Tara had walked away.
Liz lifted her left leg to get the panties on, unintentionally displaying more of herself, but she wasn’t thinking clearly. When the panties were pulled halfway up her legs she lunged back and pulled the door shut, taking solace in her privacy.

“I can’t believe you,” she said to Tara, meeting her outside the shop. “Everyone saw my ass.”
“Did you pick a suit out?”

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PART VI

“Did you pick a suit out?” Cory asked, video chatting with Lacey. In a matter of 5 minutes Cory had convinced Lacey to wear a bathing suit to the bonfire, though Lacey was now have second thoughts. Still, she emerged from behind her door in a navy blue one-piece that had seen better days.

“Lace, you cannot wear that,” she quipped and chuckled. “It makes you look 80 years old.” Lacey could tell the material was looking rather stretched out, and the shoulder straps did dig in a bit. She wasn’t going to go in the water, why would she care?

“Hold on, I’m inviting Jason and Mark in, let them decide,” Cory said, clicking away.
“No don’t, I don’t need any boys seeing me in this. Seriously.”

But her plea was for naught, as two small boxes popped up on her screen. One with Jason, one with Mark and two buddies of his.
“Whaaattt uuuppp, let’s hit the beach already,” Mark let out.
“Guys, what do you think of Lacey’s suit, come closer Lace.”

Lacey was resistant, but she used to have a crush on Jason and he’d seen her in a bathing suit dozens of times. She walked forward and adjusted the webcam so they could see. What Lacey had failed to see was the shifting of the narrow crotch of the suit.
“Oh my gosh, Lacey Lacey Lacey,” Cory tried to help.

“I’m fixing the camera, calm down,” Lacey yelled back, struggling given her limited use of hands.
“LACEY, YOUR SUIT!”

Maybe there was some residual effects of her fall. Maybe it was the meds from the hospital. Maybe she was just excited to feel desired after being stared at like an object. But Lacey soaked in their responses, her confidence swelling like a balloon, each compliment another puff of air.

Lacey continued to adjust the camera, tilting the face down then back up into a good sitting position.

“Lacey, your fucking pussy is out.”

That one wasn’t a compliment. Lacey turned to her mirror and the words rang true.
“AHHHH” she screamed, jetting her hands down to adjust herself. An easy objective for most anyone else, her hands were providing her no favors.

Fuming with frustration Lacey knocked her webcam off the top off her computer where it landed at her foot, rolling around and propping up to shoot straight up.
“AHHH” she shrieked, stepping on the camera and relieving herself of any more showing off.

“What is happening to me!!” she said to herself collapsing on her bed.

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PART VII

After some determined convincing on the part of Cory, Lacey consented she’d still go to the bonfire.

“I hate you, I seriously hate you,” Lacey said, getting into Cory’s car and slamming the door behind her.
“Oh come on, that was a stupid mistake. Didn’t stop you from wear a bikini did it?” she said noticing the strings of a bikini protruding over the brim of Lacey’s short.

“I wasn’t wearing that one-piece. It was cursed. Plus I’m not taking these shorts off.”
“Suit yourself.”
“And what suit did you go with?” Lacey asked, reaching over and pulling up the front of Cory’s elastic waistband shorts.

“Whoa! Oh my gosh, sorry,” Lacey barked taking firm notice that Cory wasn’t wearing a bathing suit, or anything for that matter, under her shorts.
“Oh my gosh pervert. It’s in my bag, just going to change there, sheesh.”

They pulled up to a small nook at the end of the beach where a few dozen of their peers were hanging around. A few were tossing a Frisbee further down and some vacant towels said others were in the frigid ocean water. Tara stood on the edge of the unlit fire pit talking to two boys.

“There’s Ta-ra!” Lacey exhaled.
“And her barely there bikini. Wow. That’s even small by Tara standards,” Cory added, before gathering the towels and beach chairs from the trunk.
“Come on, let’s get this over with,” Lacey said, leading the way onto the scorching hot sand.

Cory had unwisely left her footwear in the car, and the hot hot sand was roasting her feet.
“Ow ow ow ow ow” she yelped, hopping between feet for momentary relief, but jarring the chairs into her chin. Unfortunately, the jumping had also dislodged her shorts from her waists, and were now hanging precariously low.

Cory felt the breeze brush the top half of her butt, but they were almost there.
“Hey guys,” she said, passing a few familiar friends. Cory knew at least a few of the boys were looking at the healthy portion of her butt peeking from above her shorts.

Lacey didn’t say a word to anyone, but received numerous wandering eyes and elongated glances. She led Cory to a clear patch of sand where Cory plopped her equipment down.

The decent was not as smooth as Cory had hoped, as a handle of a chair caught the front waistband of her shorts and together with her towels and bag, plummeted into a pile on the sand.

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PART VIII

Perhaps some of Lacey’s luck –bad luck—had rubbed off on Cory. Just as quickly as Cory had noticed her bottomless state, so too had most of the bonfire attendees. At least they could only see her butt.

“Whoa Cory, are we going skinny dipping,” one of the guys yelled over, among the other cheers and catcalls. Cory bent forward to pick up her shorts, but the shorts and towels had buried them. Lacey noticed her dilemma quickly and tried to help, crouching into the sand and pulling a yellow and white striped towel away.

Cory was panicking, how long had her butt been exposed? Or anything else for that matter? Why hadn’t she just put her bathing suit on at home? Realistically it had only been a few seconds, but it was long enough for the hot sand to start burning her feet.

Shifting onto one food incidentally removed her leg from the shorts, a sensation she soon realized was a huge mistake, before lifting the other foot just up from the ground.

“Where the hell are they?” said Lacey, throwing the other towel aside. But Lacey had an additional item in her fingers before instinctively flinging it away—Cory’s shorts.
“LACEY!” Cory screamed, the laughter and cheers from her classmates getting louder.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

Cory was able to free herself relatively easy with her shorts no longer tying her legs up. She walks over gathered her shorts, slipped them on, came back for her bag and walked away toward her car. Lacey felt it better to leave her for a few minutes, as the humiliation had been her fault in part.

“Okay, who’s coming in the water,” Tara shouted, wanting the attention back. A few guys stripped off their shirts and followed her scampering into the water. Lacey prayed that a huge wave would crash on her and drown her, or even better, strip off that puny bikini.

Lacey took a seat on her towel, watching the waves and Tara splashing around like an idiot. Cory still hadn’t returned and it had been 15 minutes. Lacey could make out her car in the parking lot, so she hadn’t left.

“Ahhh.” Lacey turned quickly where a screaming Tara stooped down in the water. Had Lacey’s prayers really been answered? Maybe Tara had been stung by a jellyfish. That wouldn’t be nearly as good. But no, Tara’s hands cupped over her bare breasts was indication that at least half her ensemble was washed away.

“My tops gone!” Tara screamed, clearly not afraid of the precarious attention.

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Sorry it took me so long to finish this. I got kinda bored with the story and felt like the earlier parts were much better. Probably because of that aforementioned boredom. But I owed it to this community of upstanding people to finish it. So enjoy.
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Part IX

Tara’s friend Liz was close behind. She couldn’t help but smirk a little at Tara’s plight, after all, Tara had exposed her in the changing room just hours earlier. Liz’s smirk turned into an unmistakable smile when right in front of her, floating on the surface of the water, were the tiny strings and fabric that made up Tara’s bottoms. Liz grabbed them and shoved them underwater, hoping to never see them again.

At that moment, Tara waddled forward, confirming Liz’s theory that Tara was also nude from the waist down.
“Was it just your top?” Liz prodded.
“Yeah,” Tara lied. “Help me find it.”
“Okay, one of the guys brought goggles, let me bring him over.”
“No! Wait. My bottoms are gone too, just go find me something to cover up with. I am not, walking out of here naked.”

Lacey couldn’t believe this. She wasn’t 100% sure given the low-hanging nature of Tara’s bottoms, but she swore she should’ve been able to see them when the waves were low. And she didn’t see anything. Tara was naked. Maybe coming to this bonfire wasn’t such a bad idea. She wished she had had more to do with Tara’s embarrassment, but a passive role was just fine as long as the humiliation was as grand as it was going to be.

“Does anybody have a cheap towel or one they don’t care about getting wet,” Liz asked, not expecting anybody to answer, “or like a bathing suit they’re not using?”
“Lacey does.”

Wait. That was her name. And that was Cory’s voice. What?
“You’re not going in the water right?” Cory asked, a noticeable anger in her voice.
“Well, no. But— ”
“Then give up your suit.”

Lacey couldn’t understand. What had happened earlier was an accident. Did Cory really think she purposely threw her shorts away?

Lacey didn’t have a response. People wouldn’t be surprised if she refused, but given that all the bad luck had been on people not her, maybe a good deed would finally banish this curse altogether. Unfortunately that meant Tara would not have to emerge from the water naked. She’d just have to take her bikini back. Maybe this was an opportunity presenting itself.

“Fine.” And so Lacey pulled the strings at her side and slid her hands up her back to undo her top. Before she could pull her bottoms out, Cory had grabbed the front and whipped them through her legs and up through her shorts, the fabric quickly lashing her sensitives. The top dropped onto the sand into a small mound.

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Part X (the end of everything forever probably)

Cory marched toward the water with his gift for Tara. Perhaps Cory had always felt bad about Tara’s embarrassment at her birthday party all those years back and wanted to do something in kind. Or more likely she was just extremely pissed at Lacey.

Lacey meanwhile stood flabbergasted as to how she was to be left going commando. Half of her wanted to go home now, but the other half had to stay and get back at Tara.

So rather than wallow in her precariously short shorts and shirt that surely showcase the pokiness of her nipples, she walked over and jumped the group currently engaged in gossip about something or another.

Lacey plopped herself down in the sand and quickly joined the conversation, feeling more and more relaxed by the minute. She glanced out at the water where Tara donned the bikini that had been on her very own body not 15 minutes ago. And it wouldn’t be staying on Tara for long if things went right.

Cory had decided to stay in the water with Tara. Lacey could only imagine then plotting some revenge of their own, knowing full well Lacey was sitting breezy. In fact, the ocean air was hitting her quite a bit.

Before she could look down and inspect that everything was in place and not out on display she heard the snigger of two guys a few feet from her to her right. They were looking right at her—well, more specially—right at her crotch.

Lacey had failed to notice that sitting in the sand had left her leg holes far too open for someone sans bikini. She shifted her legs and stared at the guys until they looked away. “Ugh,” Lacey said to herself.

As darkness came upon them the boys mobilized and started building the fire. It was getting chilly out and yet Tara couldn’t stop herself from the attention she was getting in Lacey’s bikini. She knew it had to be pissing Lacey off. Especially now that Cory appeared to shift allegiance.

When it was completely black out save for the light of their bonfire, everybody huddled around the fire for warmth, many roasting marshmallows off coat hangers. Tara was playing dumb to rope one of the cuter boys into doing it for her.

“So I just put it on the tip?” she asked, in her most valley girl intonation.
“Yeah haha. Just the tip,” he replied. Though his innuendo didn’t quite make sense in the situation.

But then Lacey saw it. A miracle. A gift sent from the Gods. The string on the left side of Tara’s bikini was at its end, and the slightest movement would send them sinking to the ground. Lacey’s sight was fixed on the knot, its loose hold causing a sag and exposure of Tara’s upper butt.

“OH MY GOD!” someone screamed. Tara turned quickly and there it was! Tara’s bottoms opened up and started their descent. But everyone was looking at her: Lacey.

“Lacey! You’re on a fire!”
“Huh?”
Lacey looked down and realized an ember had flown up and sparked her small fire right at her waist. She was surrounded by people and couldn’t get into open sand to roll around. She patted at the flames but they only grew. Fearing for her life she flung the shorts down, twisting and turning, flapping her top, praying the flames would go out.

But they didn’t. And the chaos had caused Lacey to trip in her tangled up legs. She fell on her belly, a chorus of laughs peering in her exposed butt. The small conflagration had finally gone out. Lacey stood up, panting heavily, and pulled her shorts back up.

But they wouldn’t stay up—they were ruined. And so was everything. Tara had already reattached her bottoms.

“Damn Lacey. Keep your clothes on for once,” Tara quipped.

And they all lived happily ever after I guess.