Chicken

Lauren managed to take the lead effortlessly. She even had time to stick out her tongue at Sally wading behind her. And how far behind she was. She felt her muscles getting sore without a proper warm up, but it wasn't a great distance. She probably wouldn't have broken any of her old records, but it was damn near enough to beat that little snot, Sally.

She reached the buoy way ahead of her opponent. She even contemplated on climbing up and waiting for Sally, so that she could beat her back to the beach as well, but the metal buoy under the burning sun was too hot to stand or sit on. She just kicked herself off it and was flowing towards the shore. Her lithe body moving gracefully through the waves.

When Sally passed her, however, Lauren could feel a foreign finger slip under the elastic of her bottoms. And their conflicting directions took care of the rest. Sally had pulled on her bottoms, and Lauren managed to swim straight out of it.

Son of a... She should have expected the little bitch would not play fair. There was something repulsive about her from the very beginning. As Lauren was not ready to swim ashore in the alltogether, she dived and searched around for her swimwear frantically. Her advantage should be enough.

But it wasn't.

She was getting tired, her muscles sore. By the time she had found the ugly bottoms floating about, Sally had been to the buoy and was returning. Lauren pulled her swimwear up her skinny legs and got back into the race. The two were side by side nearing the 'finish line', but Lauren had wasted too much of her strength earlier to outpace Sally now. She lost the race by a nose.

Both contestants were panting as they walked out of the water. The kids were cheering for Sally. The 'winner' turned to Lauren with a satisfied smirk. "Guess no matter how flat one is if she is untalented."

"Screw you! You cheated!" burst out Lauren.

"Really? How?" Sally smiled coyly.

Lauren looked at all the little brats chanting Sally's name. "You know how!" she argued.

"Do I?"

"You pulled down my bottoms!" she burst out as a blush travelled down her cheeks. She had just admitted to being pantsed by a little girl.

"But you have it on." sneered Sally.

"I... I found it."

"Tsk, Tsk. I think we had a deal." smiled Sally wickedly.

"I'm not getting naked. You cheated."

"So you keep saying." shrugged Sally. "But you can't prove it."

"Screw you! I'm not getting naked!"

"Guess our little sore loser needs some help upholding her end of the deal. Guys?"

Lauren started to panick, but it was too late. The little brats jumped on her from all sides. They were not particularly strong or vicious, but there were so many of them. She struggled and kicked and screamed, but in the end, Sally held up the ugly yellow bottoms over her head triumphantly.

"There." growled Lauren angrily, clutching her privates. She had been topless before, but complete nudity made her all the more aware of her exposure. "Are you happy now?"

"No. Not yet." sneered Sally. "I think the loser doing the chicken dance was your brilliant idea."

"You can't **** me to do that."

"You're such a spoilsport. Guess I could be convinced to give this back if you did the dance." she held up Lauren's bottoms, waving it in front of her face.

Lauren couldn't take her eyes off of the ugly, yellow thing. For the last few hours, it had been her only piece of clothing. And while she still hated her sister for forcing this day on her, and herself for giving into her demands, being only topless was not the same as being naked. It made a significant difference. She just couldn't let the guys see her naked. And Sally was willing to bargain.

"... or we can just leave you here completely starkers. It makes no difference to me." smiled Sally as she started to lead the other brats away.

"No!" yelled Lauren. "Wait..."

Sally turned back with a huge grin. "Dance."

"Dance! Dance! Dance!" chanted the others kids.

With eyes welling up, Lauren slowly started flapping her arms around. Vanessa and the others were splitting their sides with laughter.

"Cluck, chicken! Cluck!" yelled Sally between fits of laughter.

And Lauren did. She was completely bare-ass naked on a public beach, all her little charms on display, and she was acting like a chicken. Her spectacle drew the attention of others nearby. Even to those who knew nothing about the bet, a naked little girl dancing around was bound to be funny. So they laughed. Everyone was laughing at Lauren. Had they known it was the sexiest woman in town prancing around in front of them, they surely would have acted differently. Or maybe not.

All the laughter brought back painful memories of Lauren's school years. The bigger girls used to make her do this in the showers. 'Act like the titless chicken you are.' they kept saying. And how they laughed at her when she did. It was one of the first times she started feeling self-conscious about her petite body. One of the reasons that led her down a certain path.

"Okay, I did it." said Lauren meekly, crossing her arms in front of her. "Now pay up." she held a hand out for Sally.

Sally was still giggling. The sight of Jess reminded her that she should have been the one humiliating herself. And it made her triumph all the sweeter. "Here." she said as she moved to return Lauren's swimwear.

"Not so fast, honey!" came the voice of a woman.

Lauren and Sally both turned to see a shapely young woman in a charming bikini standing a few feet away, with a cheshire grin on her face.

"V-Vanessa?"

"I think you won it fair and square." said Vanessa, looking at Sally. "If you give it back, my little Jess will never learn anything from this."

"What?" exclaimed Lauren. "You can't do this! I... I earned them back."

"That's enough, miss." scolded her Vanessa, and noticed how she obeyed her. Totally naked, her darling sister was not as defiant as before. "I think we are leaving. Say 'goodbye' to your little friends." she instructed as she grabbed hold of her sister's hand.

"Bye, Jess!" waved the other kids, even Sally.

"B...bye..." stuttered Lauren, as she glanced at Vanessa questioningly. Arguing with her sister would have just lead to further humiliations, so she followed her obediently. Because finally, they were leaving this hellhole behind. That meant clothes. HER clothes. Vanessa's grip over her would cease. She would once again be free. Or so she thought...