Bianca exposed

Lando and Oscar were sitting at a high table on a rooftop terrace, perched on high stools opposite the host. They were wearing papaya McLaren-branded polo shirts, and were enjoying the weather while discussing the grand prix.

The Australian and the Brit periodically glanced around expectantly, trying to simultaneously engage in the conversation, and scan around for signs of a nude teenager.

Sensing their impatience, the host moved onto more serious matters.

"I think we've made you two wait long enough. A bet's a bet. Bianca? Come out here and join us!"

A door opened, and Bianca stumbled out onto the roof, having clearly just been shoved out of the door. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight, and shivered despite the warmth of the afternoon. The teenager had obviously been waiting in the cold stairwell for a long time, and in her current outfit, it wasn't surprising that she was cold!

As she shuffled over to them, they saw that Bianca was wrapped in a towel. Her bare feet twitched on the smooth wooden floor, and there was not a bikini strap in sight on her shoulders.

"Now, Bia, I have to ask this question, although I suspect we already know the answer. Are you wearing anything under that towel?"

"N-no. Please don't make me do this!" the teenager pleaded.

Bianca cringed as they re-played the footage from the gym. Bia wanted to argue that she had been **** into the bet, but had watched enough ENF TV to know that they would get her nude sooner or later.

"Guys, this is mean, we should let her wear something," Lando interrupted. The towel-clad girl's eyes lit up...but her hope was immediately dashed. "It only fair for Bia to wear her birthday suit."

The Filipina fumed as the group laughed.

"Enough teasing Bia!" the hos winked. "Drop the towel, and show the lads your goods!"

Bianca closed her eyes and regulated her breathing in an effort to stay calm. She let go of her towel, hearing a soft FLUMP as it dropped around her feet.

When silence greeted her, the Filipina warily opened her eyes.

Lando and Oscar were staring at her, feasting their eyes on the bare beauty stood before them.

"Thoughts?" the host asked casually, as though they were giving their opinion on a news story.

"Wow..." Lando croaked, his eyes eventually settling on her breasts.

"She...err...should dress like this more often!" Oscar joked.

The girl crossed her legs, and placed one arm across her chest, starting to regret shaving all of her body hair.

"Don't be a spoilsport, Bia!" the host chuckled. "Come and take a seat."

Dropping her arms, the teenager padded over to the table and squeezed onto a stool between the two F1 drivers. Her bare thighs pressed against the legs of her colleagues, and she was flooded with jealously at the sensation of their shirts rubbing against her torso; what she wouldn't give to be wearing a top! Not knowing what to do with her hands, she folded them together in her lap, and pushed down the instinct to throw them back across her chest. She cringed whenever her bare feet brushed against their shoes; how she longed for footwear!

The trio played a game of Mr & Mrs, were they answered incredibly personal questions about Bia. The Filipina's bare buttocks squirmed against the cool seat as she confessed things she'd never discussed with anyone before: the age she lost her virginity, how many sexual partners she had enjoyed, whether she had fantasied about any drivers on the grid. Bia wanted the ground to swallow her up as she admitted to having a crush on Pierre Gasly, and pleaded with Lando when the Brit joked about telling the Frenchman.

Whenever the boys answered correctly, they were allowed to fondle the bare teen.

Bianca chewed her lip as Lando squeezed her boobs, and as Oscar stroked the inside of her thigh.

She was trying her hardest not to be aroused, despite the fondling of her sensitive areas, and was mentally counting down the minutes until her ordeal would be over.