"Model your new lingerie right here and now."

"What?"

"Come on, you've got time. And it's just the two of us and...what's your name?" Stace asked the man behind the counter.

"Pete."

"And Pete here has definitely seen crazier things. Right Pete?"

"Oh yeah, way crazier," Pete said, but the way he was looking at Amy belied the boredom in his voice.

"Fine," Amy said, deciding it was better than getting another permanent dare.

She didn't have any underwear, so it took almost no time for Amy to strip down. She just kicked off her shoes and took off her skirt and blouse.

Then she realized she'd made a mistake by not opening the package first. She blushed deeply as she pulled and ripped at the plastic, unable to properly cover up.

Pulling the bodysuit up was even worse. She had to stand on one foot as she pulled each leg on, exposing her pussy, and leaving her boobs dangling free for what felt like way too long.

Once the suit was on, it didn't really cover any more than if she had been naked. But by then the embarrassment had gotten her pretty turned on, so she spun around and gave Stace and Pete a little show.

"There you go," Amy said.

Stace whistled and clapped. Pete said, "I dare you to give me a private dance."

"Um, you can't dare me. Sorry. You're not part of the game."

"Okay, whatever."

"All right, Amy," Stace said. "You did it. I can drop you off at school now."