Not Just Yet

Alma felt Imogen’s wetness on her fingers. The mixture of fear and pleasure in her opponent’s eyes emboldened her. Imogen’s struggle did little to deter her from her ultimate goal, but would she allow Imogen to climax so quickly?

She knew that a win was a win, but letting Imogen stay so clothed didn’t seem right. The dancer had to suffer for the rounds of indignity she had put her through. Alma was prepared to take the risk.

Imogen’s clamped lips parted with little moans of pleasure as she thought it over. Short and sharp, but Alma’s touches were taking their toll. With some extra time, she would undoubtedly lose it.

“You enjoying yourself there?” asked Alma. “Not enough.”

The underwear-clad beauty withdrew her hand and got to her feet. She watched as the dancer drew her knees up to her stomach. The relief of being stopped before she could release herself was apparent.

“Cumming in your shorts is too good for you. I think everyone deserves a show.”

Imogen clenched her teeth and grabbed onto the front of her shorts. Alma caught the dancer sneakily pulling up the zipper on her shorts and struck.

In a replay of two rounds before, the girls got into a tugging war over a pair of pants. Imogen wasn’t beaten yet and was putting up a fight. Alma knew how tight those shorts were and needed to get the zipper back down to make her path easier.

Alma jumped on top of her to try to smother her. She grabbed a wrist and tried to pry it away from the zipper. Steadily, she forced the hand away, exposing the shiny zipper again. Alma thrust faster and managed to get her hand to the zipper first, tugging it from left to right.

This time it was Imogen who managed to catch a stroke of luck. Alma had unbalanced herself. Imogen used her superior strength to tip her over. The two girls rolled on the floor, with Imogen landing on top. The dancer sprang to life and attempted to spring over her head. A little space and Alma would have to expend precious energy in unbuttoning and unzipping her all over again.