Gina becomes the savior

As Gina and Mike continued to bicker, Danielle got to her feet, stopping the conversation dead. She looked around the circle for a moment before bending down to begin to untie her shoe.

Gina: Wait.

She stood up somewhat dramatically.

Gina: I’ll do it.

She exhaled slowly as Danielle sat down with a shrug. Gina’s fingers came to the zipper on her leather jacket, pulling it down quickly and shrugging it off.

Beneath, she wore a plain white t-shirt. The Y-shaped outline of a dark sports bra was visible through the back.

She gripped the hem of her t-shirt, paused for the moment and trained her eyes on the conference room carpet. Then, she slowly pulled the t-shirt up and over her head. The pale skin of her lower back and stomach bulged out over her black jeans. As she continued to lift the garment over her head, the black spandex of her sports bra came into view.

Gina dropped her t-shirt to the floor and paused again for a moment. I glanced around the circle. Mike wore a smug smile, his eyes boring into Gina’s last remaining top.

Gina brought her fingers to the waist of her black jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down. Looking down, she seemed to notice for the first time that she was wearing shoes and bent to a knee to begin untying her brown boots. As she did so, her unfastened pants rode down, and the top portion of her backside came into view.

Finally getting back to her feet, Gina began to work her jeans down her backside and upper legs, a pair of purple panties came into view. However, they had become bunched up underneath her tight pants and had rolled a bit down her pale butt.

Flustered, Gina paused, reaching down to rather futilely correct her underwear as Mike stifled a laugh. She pulled the full-backed panties up to cover her bottom. Then, she bent again, working the tight jeans down her legs as quickly as she could.

Finally, she managed to step out of the pants, leaving her standing in only a black sports bra and full-back purple panties that appeared to be a bit too small for her ample frame.

Satisfied that the tribute had been chosen, I stopped the stopwatch, which showed 15 seconds remaining.

Red-faced, Gina gripped the bottom of her black sports bra, fingers curling under the material. She pulled it, with some difficulty, away from her body and over her ample chest. Lines showed where the bra had dug tightly into her skin in the area below her breasts. She continued to pull, the garment finally coming over her head and off.

Gina’s bare chest was revealed to the room. It showed a deep red, her embarrassment clear at this point. Her breasts sagged a bit under their own weight. Her nipples were large and pale, pointing downward slightly and fading into the skin of her pale breasts.

Gina dropped her bra behind herself. Her hands came to the waistband of her purple panties. She took a moment to look around the room, her gaze settling on Danielle for an extra moment and pointedly avoiding Mike.

Then, she pulled them down, starting slowly, then deciding to get it over with and pulling her underwear quickly from her lower body. Gina’s backside was fully revealed once more, the pale cellulose of her upper thighs blending almost unnoticeably into the curve of her butt. In the front, Gina’s pubic hair was dark and thick, obscuring her lower lips almost fully.

After a moment, I broke the silence.

Me: Okay, Gina, you're the first one naked today. How are you feeling?

Gina: I'm ecstatic.

Her tone suggested otherwise, but I decided not to press her.

Me: Well, I promise I'll let you get dressed again in a second. But first, I want you to spend some time in front of each of the other participants, letting them get a good look at you.

Gina: What?

Me: It's just another part of the experiment. To give your nudity a chance to impact the group.

Gina rolled her eyes and approached Robert's seat. But her attempt to feign nonchalance continued to be betrayed by the blush filling her cheeks.

She stood in front of the former soldier, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as his eyes quickly scanned her bare body. He wore a polite, almost reassuring smile as she stood there, and before long she had moved on to Ryen.

Ryen was the only participant in the room who seemed to be blushing nearly as much as Gina. She gave the nude girl's body a quick look, but seemed to stifle a giggle before looking away.

Ryen: I'm sorry... It's not you... This is just so awkward

Brian's seat was next. He allowed his eyes to roam over her body, but he remained largely expressionless, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as his time expired.

Next came Danielle. She gave Gina's body a polite once-over, and as the two made eye contact, I saw Danielle mouth "Thank you."

Finally, Gina was standing in front of Mike. His grin was as smug as it had been since she began stripping, and he was not shy about letting his eyes roam slowly up and down her body. After a few seconds of this, the confidence that Gina had been able to feign thus far finally betrayed her, and she began to move her hands to cover her chest and crotch.

Mike: I don't think you're supposed to be covering up.

Gina's hand came away from her crotch, and she quickly contorted it, holding up a middle finger to Mike. He smirked and gave her a wink.

Me: Okay, thank you, Gina.

I was a bit eager to move us along before tensions got any higher between the two of them.

Me: You can get dressed again, take your seat, and we'll move along to our next experiment.

Once Gina had returned to her seat, fully clothed, I retrieved the brown paper bag once more. I reached in and pulled the next card…