A Thong, Of Course!

Alma’s hands flew to her crotch as she scooted away on her exposed behind. Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment. She’d never experienced any sort of humiliation like this. In front of Imogen, she was now in her BLACK POLKA-DOT mesh thong. It was nearly transparent, apart from at the very front.

She felt her pale ass cheeks exposed as she scooted along the floor with her hands covering her crotch. This couldn’t be happening to her. How had it all gone so wrong?

“Oh, what was that about thongs, honey?”

Alma continued to seethe. She had no comeback. She didn’t expect her own sexy panties to be on show. Yet here she was. The stakes had been raised, and Imogen had a clear lead over her. All she had was her long-sleeved shirt, her bra, and panties. The thought of being stripped naked made her feel nauseous.

Imogen, newly rejuvenated, advanced on her. “How about we see your cum face?”

Fear crossed Alma’s face. No, that wasn’t going to happen. Never.

Imogen bore down on her again when the buzzer sounded. She’d been saved by the bell and finally had a few seconds of reprieve. That round had been a total disaster. Round nine was to come, with a mammoth four minutes and 30 seconds.

The dancer sneered as she returned to the table. Alma lingered, not wanting to stand up in her skimpy underwear.

“You’ll have to show everyone eventually,” said Imogen. “Who’s wearing a slutty thong now?”

Alma froze in place. She burned inside, wanting nothing more than to repay Imogen and end this as soon as possible. It was already bad, but it could get so much worse. Eventually, she got to her feet,

Alma involuntarily threw one of her hands across her exposed ass cheeks. Knowing it made no difference, she tried to reset her thoughts. There was still a long way to go, and the result wasn’t set yet. The redhead might have lost her pants, but she could still pull this back and get away with at least some of her dignity intact. Nobody would remember her if she gave Imogen the ultimate humiliation.

“Pick a card… slut.”

“Shut up!” Alma yelled.

Imogen grinned, knowing she’d finally managed to rattle Alma. It was time for round nine.