Spilled Soda and Stolen Clothes

Ryan sometimes didn't have the best luck, and sometimes it was mixed. Those occasions where it would swing back and forth before settling in a luck limbo...somewhere between good and bad where both could be seen, but neither could be reached.

The 18 year old student's luck once again was running dry when his opponent this time was a stubborn soda machine in the school hall. It happily accepted his loose change, but wasn't quite so willing to give up the can of carbonated sweetness in exchange. Ryan groaned "Really? Are you serious?", rolling his eyes as shook the machine in an attempt to free his waiting beverage. His frustration grew as he gave the machine a final kick that again failed to dislodge the soda.
That was when his luck took a turn...

Ryan heard a pair of snickers behind him, followed by an unmistakable streetwise accent. "Havin' some problems there, Ryan?"
He turned around to see Tracey, along with her twin sister Lacey, who added "Ya losin' a battle of wits to a vending machine? Hehe" The twins were highly amused by the boy's struggles.
Ryan blushed a bit as he realized that the girls got a good look at how silly he must have looked, struggling just for some liquid refreshment.
Especially tough girls like the twins...who were all decked out in their black leather jackets and hotpants.

"Don't sweat it." said Tracey to relieve him. "This thing tries to con us sometimes, to..."

Lacey completed her sentence "...but we found a way to 'convince' it when it doesn't wanna cough up the merchandise. May I?"

Ryan gulped. "Sure, go ahead."

Lacey caressed the side of the machine as Ryan and Tracey looked on. "Ya see, the key isn't brute force. You need a little touch."

Tracey added. "Yeah, you gotta hit it just right."

Lacey got a look of confident intensity ad she balled up her right fist and gave a sharp, precision rap on the side of the machine with the ridge end. The blow set in motion a series of metallic rattling as the soda can dropped from the machine and into the tray where it awaited its customer.

"Wow! That was so cool! Thanks girls!" Ryan's eyes went wide at the impressive display. It seemed like his luck turning his way. He hurriedly snapped up the soda can, licking his lips as he popped the top.
That was when his luck turned again...

*PSSSSHHHHHH*

The sound of a can that had been shaken considerably as it sprayed its contents all over the unsuspecting Ryan. The front of his blue shirt and dark blue jeans were soaked.

"PFFT! Haaahaha!" Tracey and Lacey laughed in unison.

Ryan could only sigh, "Great...I wanted the soda IN me, not ON me."

After collecting themselves, the Twins sprang to action.
"Well you can't walk around school like that." said Tracey.
"Yeah." added Lacey. "You gotta change and get those clothes cleaned. Here, we'll help."

Ryan felt Tracey grab his shirt collar and guide him along down the hall while Lacey made a beeline for the Twins' locker. Ryan couldn't even process this before he was led to the destination...the boy's restroom.
The boy was shoved inside, "Here!" said Tracey urgently, "Strip!"

"What?" Ryan asked. He heard Tracey's voice through the door.

"Take off your clothes and toss 'em out here. I'll gather 'em up and Lacey is getting you something to change into."

Ryan nodded nervously. Thankfully, the restroom was empty as he shed his sticky, wet clothes. Tracey snickered as she saw Ryan's hand drop his shirt and jeans outside the door and quickly closed it. Tracey gathered his clothes in her arms when Lacey arrived.

"Okay Ryan. Lacey's here and she's got a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt for you."

As he heard this from inside, Ryan couldn't believe his luck. Sure, he sprayed himself in front of the Twins. But things took a turn and he was getting help from the Twins. "Good." he said. "Just toss the stuff in here so I can get dressed."

The Twins looked at each other with a smirk. Unknown to Ryan, his luck was about to take another swerve.

"You want us to stick our noses in the boy's bathroom? No way." said Tracey.

"You want these clothes, you gotta get 'em." added Lacey.

Ryan gulped and stuck his head out of the door. "But girls! You can't expect me to..."

Tracey grinned mischievously. "What's the matter Ryan, don't want us to see your underwear?"

Lacey reached out with the spare clothes...just out of Ryan's reach. "C'mon, Ryan. Here ya go, Hehehe."

Ryan reached out with his arm, trying to get the clothes and keep his underwear-clad body concealed. As Ryan made a lunge, Lacey quickly retracted the shorts and shirt. Ryan lost his balance and stumbled out into the hallway in just his underwear, socks, and shoes.
Tracey and Lacey got an eyeful of Ryan's bright yellow Batman print briefs with a black waistband and black trim.
"Batman, today?" smirked Tracey.
"Nice choice." added Lacey.

Ryan blushed and quickly scrambled back into the bathroom and closed the door.
"...oh man. First the Twins see me get owned by a soda machine, THEN they saw me spray soda all over myself, THEN they saw my Batman underwear? This isn't my day."

Then came yet another turn...

"Hey Ryan." Called Tracey. "If you don't want these gym clothes, Lacey's gonna go put 'em back.. hehehe"

Lacey snickered and taunted, "And Tracey's gonna take your clothes to to the cleaners and YOU can go to the locket room to get your own gym clothes. Take care, Batsy. Hehehe"

"No! Wait" Ryan's heart raced as he looked out and saw that the Twins had already left. If he wanted to be dressed again, he'd have to carry out the unenviable task of running down the school halls in his underwear.
"Those Twins...they got me again." he sighed.

Ryan slowly crept out of the bathroom and made his way down the hall. He kept his head on a swivel, keeping a look out for anyone. Good thing classes hadn't let out yet. He tried to block out the fact that he was in the middle of school with just a dorky pair of superhero briefs protecting his modesty. But the cool conditioned air sweeping across his exposed skin reminded him all too well of his state of undress and his very public location.

Ryan arrived at the corner...the locker room was a straight shot away. With a deep breath, he took off into a mad sprint. But this so-called straight shot had a turn or two yet.

The hallway was empty, but as Ryan ran down the corridor a lone figure entered from a classroom. Ryan skid to a halt as he encountered the lovely (and busty) teacher, Miss Lillian. The dark-haired Lillian was dressed sharply in a pair of white slacks and an open black blazer that showed a clevage-baring low cut top.

"Ryan?" she exclaimed, surprised at him running like a mad man

"Miss Lillian!" Ryan's face turned beet red. "I can explain!"

Lillian was hardly ouraged or even annoyed...she was more amused than anything else. Such was her easy going and playful demeanor when it came to matters like this.
She looked down at Ryan's briefs and chuckled with a wink and a smile. "Nice undies, young man Is Batman popular at this school?" she teased, pointing at Ryan's yellow Batman briefs.

Ryan looked down and quickly covered himself. Now a smoking hot older teacher saw his superhero undies!
He stammered in embarrassment "You see...uh...I got sprayed by a soda...it's a really funny story."

Lillian chuckled softly. "Not as funny as those underpants, I bet. I assume you're on the way to the locker room to change into your gym clothes."

Ryan was so embarrassed he could only stare at his shoes. "Yes ma'am."

Lillian replied. "Good plan. Try not to let anybody else see you playing superhero, okay, Dark Knight?" she winked.

Ryan nodded as Lillian went on her way, the rest of the trip to the locker room went without incident. He was soon dressed in his gym clothes.

True to their word, the Twins returned his normal clothes later once they were done at the cleaners...provided he tell them about anyone that saw him in his superhero undies. His re-telling involving Miss Lillian brought one more laugh to the girls as they teased hI'm one more time

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