The party was lit, and Emma was the main attraction. Her sexy nurse costume had every dude’s dick hard, and she was loving the attention. But not everyone was feeling her vibe, especially Samantha, the queen bee of their high school.

Samantha, dressed as a cat with a tail swishing with attitude, was plotting with her squad in a corner. “Let’s teach her a lesson,” she hissed. “She thinks she’s all that. Remember middle school? When I used to make her life a living hell? Well, tonight is just a continuation of that.”

They approached Emma, their smiles fake as fuck. “Hey, Emma,” Samantha purred. “We love your costume. It’s so… unique. Why don’t you come with us? We’ve got something special to show you.”

Emma, flattered by the attention, followed them without a second thought. They led her through a maze of partygoers, their tails brushing against her legs. Finally, they pushed open a door to a secluded hallway, dimly lit and deserted.

“Okay, what’s the big secret?” Emma asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

The hallway was dark, the only light coming from a flickering bulb at the end of the corridor. Emma’s heart raced as the girls surrounded her, their eyes gleaming with malice. Samantha, the ringleader, had a history of bullying that dated back to middle school. She had always been jealous of Emma’s natural charisma, seeing her as a threat to her own popularity.

“Hold her,” Samantha commanded, and Lisa and Amanda, her loyal minions, grabbed Emma’s arms, restraining her. Emma struggled, but their grip was tight, their nails digging into her flesh. “Let go of me!” Emma shouted, but her voice was drowned out by the music from the party.

“You remember middle school, Emma?” Samantha stepped forward, a cruel smile on her face. She taunted. “When you used to make my life miserable? Well, tonight is payback.”

Samantha yanked Emma’s skirt down, exposing her toned, sexy thighs. Emma panicked, her face flushing a deep red with embarrassment. She let out a soft, girly gasp, her hips shifting nervously as she tried to cover her legs. But the girls held her arms firmly in place, their grips tight and unyielding. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” Emma demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and humiliation. The girls just laughed, their cruel chuckles echoing in the hallway, mocking her desperation.

Lisa stepped forward, her eyes locked on Emma’s top. She reached out and grabbed the neckline of her nurse’s top, her fingers curling around the cotton blend. With a brutal tug, she tore the top wide open, the sound of buttons popping and raining onto the wood flooring. Emma gasped, her bare hips shifting seductively as she let out a soft, girly gasp. Her spectacular D-cups spilled out of her blouse, her bare thighs on full display, and she instinctively tried to cover herself, but the girls held her arms firmly in place. 

“Teaching you a lesson,” Samantha sneered. “You think you can just waltz in here and steal all the attention? In high school, you were always the teacher’s pet, the smart one. But tonight, you’re just a slut.” 

They continued their assault, tearing off Emma’s bra and panties until she stood naked and in the hallway. Emma crossed her arms over her chest, her face flushed with humiliation. 

“Now, let’s get you back to the party,” Samantha said, her voice dripping with malice. “Everyone should see what a slut you really are.” They shoved Emma back into the main room, and for a moment, everything went silent. Then, the cheers and whistles started, and the stares. Emma stood there, naked and exposed, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the weight of a hundred eyes on her, and she wanted to shrink away, to disappear. But then, something clicked.

Emma took a deep breath, straightened her back, and with a confident smile, she asked, “Do you like my costume?”