More like I'm ready to go home!

He pulls out the toothbrush again and I wince. No, no, no, anything but that. I look at the clock and it still says 40 minutes are left. It feels like an eternity. He’s been fondling my tits for like ten minutes. I would never let someone do that on the first date, yet I’m letting this guy have his way with me. I blush. I hate the fact that some small part of me is actually enjoying this, while the other part of me is incensed at the degradation.

“Please, no, no, no. It tickles too much. Please don’t cut up my jeans,” I beg.

I’m so ****, I’m throwing out the P word like candy. If I can at least go home topless, I could play it off like I spilled something on my shirt and I wasn’t wearing a bra. Not very believable, but plausible. If he stripped me completely, there would be no talking my way out of that if anyone saw me.

Josh looks at me and shrugs.

“Sorry, no deal,” he says.

He goes right back in with the electric toothbrush and I don’t even waste time trying to endure it this time. I just burst out laughing and beg him to stop. Snip, snip, snip. I’m surprised the scissors even slice through my jeans like they’re nothing. I suppose they must be made for cutting fabric. I wonder, has he done this before? No time to think about that. I’m left tied to the bed in nothing but my pink bikini-style panties now. Okay, okay, I try to rationalize. If I can at least keep my panties on, maybe I can somehow explain it to my roommate, who will no freaking doubt wonder what the hell I’m doing coming home in nothing but panties. Maybe I can say something about my clothes getting exposed to chemicals? No, that sounds stupid. I need something more plausible – my thoughts are interrupted as Josh starts the tickling again and I immediately let out a cacophony of laughter, incapable of controlling my reaction even the slightest bit. Fuck. He snips my panties and I’m now tied to this guy’s bed completely nude. I’m sure he can see how wet I am. I bet he thinks I’m enjoying this. I’m not. I’m never going to admit this turns me on. This whole situation is unbelievable. How the hell am I going to explain this when I get home? I never should have made this bet.

I look at the clock. It says 36 minutes. I can’t believe it only took a few minutes for me to just surrender my last two pieces of clothing without a fight. I didn’t even make it to the halfway point before I surrendered all my clothes like some slutty school girl. This sucks. But at least the tickling is over.

“Okay, I lost your game, you got all my clothes. Can we move on now?” I angrily spit at him. “Go ahead and cop your feels. Get it out of your system.”