Isabel reluctantly agrees

(chapter originally by Bram Lueche at writing.com)

Isabel was pretty much aware of what Kelly was playing at this entire time, she didn't want a match with Isabel, all she wanted was to humiliate her as much as possible, and she wasn't going to quit until Isabel played along, at least that's what it seemed like to Isabel.

So with that thought, Isabel figured she'd rip the band aid off and get it over with.

"Fine." Isabel threw her hands in the air in surrender, something that made the anger in Kelly's face twist into a sick form of demented enjoyment.

Reaching back, Isabel proceeded to remove her bra, setting her beautiful pair of tits free for the entire crowd to see, which cheered and applauded at the sight being presented to them, Isabel could feel the blood rush up to her face, and worse yet, she could feel her nipples hardening, she thanked the stars that the gym area was as cooled as it was, meaning she had an excuse for such a reaction.

Taking a deep breath, Isabel continued her shameful act, hooking her thumbs into the sides of her boyshorts and pushing them down, when she straightened back up, revealing her trimmed bush to another wave of cheers from the crowd.

"Hand 'em over." Kelly commanded, referring to the underwear that Isabel just took off, who began feeling her face flush further, this time with anger.

Isabel practically threw the undergarments at Kelly, who deftly grabbed them, still sporting her maniacal grin, as Isabel turned to head for the lockers, she was painfully aware that the crowd was getting a big eyeful of her ass tautly jiggling as she walked away, however, she knew Kelly would probably stop her if she tried to cover up, she figured her best course of action was to obediently play along and expose herself for a little longer.

"You'll come back begging for more, trust me." Was the last thing Isabel heard Kelly say.

When Isabel finally reached her locker...