Option Three

“Ah fuck it, I’ve gotten this far. No way im letting that video spread and whatever else this sick fucking game master had gotten” Renee said to herself, dashing to locker twelve. Left slightly ajar. Inside was a bag… a very small bag. Not a good sign, but she had made her choice, so she grabbed it and bolted to the emergency exit. Just in time to avoid the Coach who had finally found the right key and unlocked the door. Not even catching a glimpse of her perfect rear running out the door.

…

Now gasping for breath Renee pulled the medical mask down under her chin, and she desperately crouched behind a running A/C unit. Perky ass and slender back pressed against the red brick wall of the school, arms wrapped around her thinly clad knees, that in turn pressed her prize bag to her bare bosom.

*Bing!*

A text notification rang in her phone just when she was about to sigh in relief.

Unknown: [Three minutes to put on your new prize, take a picture, and discard the bag. Next challenge in the note]

Renee: [honestly fuck you]

Renee couldn't help but reply.

Unknown: [well since you’re so spirited you have 2 minutes hehe]

“Fuck!” Renee growled, unzipping the bag and seeing what’s inside. She paused for a moment, surprised at the new items. One much better than the others, but then she read the challenge. “If I ever get my hands on you” she threatened.