A busy Cyber Monday at the mall

The game store was unusually crowded as people rushed to grab what games they could. Brothers were engaged in a vicious tug of war over a console, teens were wrestling for a discount copy of Halo, and grandmas pushed young men aside to secure a gift for their grandkids. It was pandemonium, but a common sight on Cyber Monday all across the mall.

It took wit, agility, and pulling a kid’s hair, but Evie was able to get a hold of the last copy of the new Pokémon game. To celebrate her victory, she treated herself by picking a lovely new skirt. She entered the changing room to try it out.

“Hah! I knew it was you. Hi Evie,” Amanda said, rudely busting into the changing room next to her half-naked rival.

Evie jumped back, pressing her new dress against her bare body, her cheeks burning a faint shade of red. “Jesus Amanda, what do you think you are doing? You can’t barge into other people’s changing rooms!”

“Ah relax, I’ve seen you naked plenty already, remember? I’m more familiar with your body than your doctor! Can’t help but notice you bought the last copy of Pokémon. Want to play for it?” Amanda asked, arching her eyebrows.

“NO! GET OUT!”

“Come ooooon, it will be fun. If you want, we can play only for the game. I know how much that stripping stuff bothers you.”

“I-it doesn’t bother me at all,” Evie bluffed. Losing her clothes still stung now just as much as it did when she lost the first Pokémon match. Every time she thought she could not feel any more shame, Evie found a way to dig deeper and uncover a new reservoir full of it. But she couldn’t let her rival know that!

“Good, then let’s make it a strip game too,” Amanda continued.

“I didn’t agree to play anything!”

“What, too scared to ride the bus home in your birthday suit?”

Evie gulped. Yes, she was, but that never stopped her before. “N-no, it’s just that it’s boring, you know? We always play strip games, kind of childish if you ask me.”

“Yeah, cause there is nothing more childish than showing tits and ass,” Amanda rolled her eyes.

“B-besides, it’s not fair that I’m putting a game on the line while you only bet your clothes.”

“Then let’s sweeten the deal. Win, and I’ll do your homework for the rest of the semester.”

“But then how will I learn?”

Amanda clicked her tongue. “God, you are such a nerd. Fine, I’ll pay your rent for a month, is that better?”

“Actually, yeah. That’s a lot better.”

“Good, now for your other objection. How about we make this more “adult”? The winner gets to ride home playing Pokémon while the loser has to play with herself on the way back.” Evie corked her head, not fully understanding Amanda’s meaning. Her rival pointed at her crotch and then arched her eyebrows seductively. “Play with herself, get it?”

Evie gasped. Just the thought of doing that with the lights on had her toes curling. But on the public bus? Yikes, she was sweating already. Not to mention that some people already thought she was an exhibitionist; the last thing Evie wanted was to fan the rumors… even if the alternative was that they thought she was a dumb loser who kept getting over her head in stupid bets.

But, what if Amanda lost? If the tables turned? The mental image alone was sweeter than sugar and more enticing than a shiny Ditto... “Yes, let’s do it. ” Evie’s mouth said before her brain’s veto could arrive. As soon as she did, her body shook with a powerful sense of foreboding.

“Now you are talking! Let’s decide this with a good old thumb war!” Amanda declared, holding her hand up in the air. Evie clasped it, and the game began.