A Tournament

Before Emily could press the matter further or make a dash for her locker, the gym teacher opened the locker room door.

"Come on girls," She barked at them. "Stop wasting time. We're all waiting out here."

With great ****, Emily followed Amy out into the gym area. She was so focused on her attire - of the thin layer hugging her hips that was all that stood between her and public indecency - that it took her a moment to realise the gym was set up differently than usual. One side of the room was dominated by bleachers - rows of blue benches raising to the back of the room - with a volleyball court set up in the gym in front of it. That was expected. What was unusual was that the windows on the other side of the room were covered by curtains, and the gym lights were buzzing away overhead; usually the natural sunlight illuminated the room just fine.

"So," the gym teacher said, addressing the girls. "I was speaking to Rebecca while we were setting up the court, and I was complaining that our gym sessions never seem to have the right intensity. A lot of you girls faff around and don't take the game very seriously. Rebecca gave me a rather good idea. We have enough girls for four teams, so we're going to play a sort of tournament - but one with forfeits. In the first round, two teams will play one another. The winners will progress to the final. The losers will compete in a 3rd placed match. But! Both losing teams will be **** to play in their underwear."

The girls broke out into a disapproving murmur. Beside her, Amy muttered "Shit" under her breath. Emily felt a sudden urge to throttle her friend but then she realised she would have been damned even if she had her shorts with her. She felt sick in her stomach as she caught Rebecca smirking at her.

"Sorry Miss," one of the girls said. "But isn't that illegal? Or at least unethical?"

"No, no." The teacher replied dismissively. "No, back when I was a girl we had to play in our underwear if we'd forgotten our kit. It never did me any harm."

"I mean we all did, when we were kids." the girl continued. "But we're all over the age of eighteen here. Besides, what if the boys see us?"

"The boys are playing soccer in the field." The teacher replied. "They won't be coming near the gym, and with the curtains drawn it will be nobody but us girls. I'm sorry but you've brought this on yourselves; if you took practice seriously then I wouldn't have to resort to these measures. Anyway, the team who finishes fourth will play a final game against whichever team they haven't faced yet, and they'll be **** to remain in their underwear. The third placed team will get their shorts back for the final game. The second placed team will get to keep their shirts but lose the shorts. So if you want to remain fully clothed, ladies, I would advise that you win all your games."

With a sense of cold dread creeping over her, Emily watched and waited as four team captains were chosen. The captains then chose players one by one until they had full teams. Emily and Amy were split up into separate teams, and in separate games. Emily tried to convince herself it wasn't so bad; if she won the first game, then she was pretty much safe. She'd either get to keep her full outfit for the last two games - in which case she'd only have to worry about not flashing anyone - or she'd be **** to remove her shorts for the final game, and she wasn't wearing them anyway. Proving that would be... she shuddered. Best not to think about it.