Find a training dummy for Tom

You, Tom, and Daisy get lunch in the cafeteria. Seated at your table, you spot a girl across the room. You wave to her. She sees you, and walks up to your table.

"Hi, Raider!" she says.

"Hi, Stacy!" you say. "You're just the lady I wanted to see!"

Stacy's a fun girl. A slender, mocha-brown tomboy with a tank top, cargo shorts, and a killer pair of breasts, she's the only girl in the school who actually makes appointments with you. She's such an intensely competitive girl that she's determined to be the first one ever to resist being stripped, and she trains both her body and her ice fetish in the hopes that she'll one day walk away from one of her scheduled stripping sessions with her clothes on.

"And that's all you're going to see of me!" she quips, crossing her arms with a smirk. "I've been working out!"

"I can tell," you say. "That butt of yours has gotten even more delightful since I last nabbed your panties."

"You may have gotten me last time, buddy," she says, "but you're slowing down."

"Don't play tough with me, Stacy. I've seen your pussy."

"Oh, that's how it's going to be?"

"Here's the thing: Tom here is training to take over after I leave, and I was wondering if you could help the girl out. You're the only chick I know who would willingly participate, but still give her a good fight."

Stacy looks Tom up and down. "This little slip is going to replace you?"

"She's got a lot of promise!"

"She's got no tits!" says Stacy. "And by the look of the panties bunched up in the back of her shorts, she's clearly suffered a very recent wedgie."

"You don't think she can strip you?" you say. "Care to make it interesting?"

"What are you proposing?"

"I say, if Tom can get you naked, she gets to do whatever she wants with you in the middle of the boy's common room. Deal?"