Clara woke groggy and groaning, her head pounding with the mother of all hangovers. Sitting up, the sexy brunette quickly discovered a few things.

The first is that she was not in her bedroom, like she expected to be. She didn’t really remember going to sleep, but she’d never not made it home before. And she’d even been with Cindy, Tabitha, and Lola; had her roommates not taken her home after she got blackout drunk?

The second realization Clara comes to is that she is completely, absolutely, 100% buck-naked. There’s not a stitch of clothing on her, but there is a bit of the dirt she was lying in while asleep. Embarrassed, Clara quickly crosses her arms over her exposed tits and pussy.

The final thing Clara notices is that she is in a very odd location. She’s seated on a clump of dirt that seems to be surrounded by a 15 feet by 15 feet square of thick mud. Beyond that are frosted glass walls going up to a frosted glass ceiling, the material just opaque enough to completely block vision of what lies beyond. One of the walls had a small door built into it, but there was a very visible padlock clearly locking it closed. Even from a few feet away, Clara could see that it had a four-number combination to it.

Next to the door, written on the wall, was a message written in what looked like red lipstick.

The combo’s written somewhere nearby. Good luck, slut.

Love, the Middle College Volleyball Girls ;)

With an affronted gasp, Clara slammed her fist into the ground in frustration, unintentionally exposing her naked body. Not that she thought there was anyone around to see. Since there were no visible numbers, Clara immediately concluded that they must be written on something hidden in the mud.

With a resigned sigh, Clara stepped and kneeled into the mud, beginning to reach and grope around blindly.

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On the other side of the one-way glass, guests of the annual Alumni Brunch Mixer for the Archaeology Department stared in wonder and some lust at the sexy and fully nude Asian girl who had just awoken inside the mud pit exhibit and seemingly decided to play around in the sticky mud. Jaws dropped, eyes widened, and phones were discretely pulled out of pockets.

Standing a bit further away, Lola smirked mischievously as she watched her suitemate and favorite plaything inside the glass cube. She'd written the code '6969' on Clara's lower back in permanent ink, right where a tramp stamp would go. It was unlikely Clara would ever see it there, especially now that the spot had just gotten covered in a coating of sticky mud.



It hadn’t been hard for Lola to spike her roomies’ drinks during their night out, and even easier to figure out how to blame it on their hated rivals.

The only saving grace for poor Clara was that she was not the only entertainment Lola had arranged for this moment. After all, while Clara was Lola’s favorite toy, that didn’t mean Cindy and Tabitha weren’t fun to play with, either.

On the other side of the brunch’s space, another group of researchers and alumni stood gathered around another one of Lola’s ‘exhibits’, where a very naked, very embarrassed Cindy has just stumbled out of a closet, clad in only stripper heels and a ballgag.

And then finally, a little ways away, Lola’s last surprise has just started, as a decorative sarcophagus has just opened to revealed a mummified Tabitha. Unfortunately for the redhead, the only strip of tape that’s actually opaque is the one over her eyes; the rest is clear and see-through, providing an excellent view of her squished-up body. Like Clara, poor Tabitha isn’t even aware that she’s currently on display, as onlookers begin to crowd around to appreciate the mummification technique.

With a laugh, Lola decides her work is done. She sneaks a mimosa off the tray of a very distracted waiter, before slipping out one of the exits.