Option 1: Get groped

"I'll... get groped," you say nervously.

"Good. So obedient, so submissive... so pathetic," Saoirse grins. "God, I'm sure I'm falling in love with you, you're my prettiest thing."

You blush hard at the sound of that, your fears and nerves of going out on stage vanishing. You just want to impress her, to show her how weak you are beneath her.

"Now, get on stage, gorgeous," she grins at you.

You nod, heading to the stage. A cute blonde with a headset stands by the curtain, coordinating the fashion models as they head up and down. She waves for you to stop for a moment as the last model comes through, before they nod at you, and you're left to step forward.

Stepping onto the stage, a cool breath of air hits you and you're made fully aware of how naked and **** you are. You freeze up entirely for a moment, a thousand eyes staring at you. Somewhere, you hear Kerri and Ashley's voice urging you to move, and you realize how long you've been standing there.

"Go! Walk, Jacqueline!"

Finally, you move forward, one step at a time, as you see the flashes of cameras, grabbing you in your moment of vulnerability. You try to ignore them, taking tiny little steps as you **** your skirt down. However, you can see and hear from the crowd that you're not doing a good job. With every step, another segment of the crowd glances at your panties, snickering and laughing. The eyes staring at your cleavage is nothing close to as embarrassing at this.

"I can see her panties! What a slut!"

"Who is that whore? I don't recognize her!"

"They're pink! What a horny little minx!"

You try ignore them, stepping one foot at a time. Left, right, left, right, left, right. However, you know that the worst part hasn't come yet. As you near the end of the walkway, you know you'll have to go up to the very edge, where the boys leer, ready to grope. Taking a deep breath, you move forward, ready for them.