Dana has a rival

Dana impressed everyone in her office in just the first couple of months. Her work was impeccable, and her choice of outfits made her a popular figure around the office. She was soon being asked to do all the presentations in her department, which raised her profile even higher. Her stellar performance had made her one of the front runners for a promotion, something which would put her under direct supervision of Amanda.

Her success wasn't without some roadblocks, though. For one, errant security measures meant minor wardrobe malfunctions, as her clothing sacrificed itself to shield her from divine magic. There were a few close calls, but luckily Dana managed to avoid any events of major embarrassment. Her paranoid mind definitely wondered though - how many times did her colleagues notice a shorter-than-usual skirt, a thinner-than-usual shirt or no lines from missing underwear? The idea of them finding out that her clothes were basically waiting to disappear excited her, and she would often pleasure herself to these thoughts in secret.

That was nowhere near her biggest problem, though. Enter Vince - the star employee before she came in and took his spot. That was probably why he was often rude to her despite her attempts to be friendly. She could sense the resentment in him whenever she caught him looking at her, and she knew he didn't have nice things to say about her to his circle of friends. She hoped she could accomplish her mission before this dynamic became too much of a problem.

One day, she was finishing her report in her small office, about to leave for the day - when Vince barged in. He was clearly bursting to say something, so Dana didn't say anything and looked at him expectantly.

"I can't believe this.", he spit out. "I bust my ass for years in this company, and now all of a sudden, you come in and you're the poster child of the department." Almost out of breath, he continued "I know you're angling for that promotion. And while you may have Jim under your spell, my years of hard work can't simply be overlooked. That promotion is mine unless I say so.", he finished, with a smug smile on his face.

As much as she wanted to say otherwise, Dana knew that he was right. Sighing, she said "I know. So how can I help you?"

Vince smiled deviously. "I can refuse the promotion. What's more, I can even recommend you for it."

Dana was shocked. "You can do that?", she exclaimed, not believing her luck. If he did what he just said, she was certain she would get that promotion.

Vince saw the look on her face, and continued "Hah, but not so fast. You know the team building we're all going to this Friday? At the arcade?" Dana raised an eyebrow. She knew about their department's trip to the arcade, but she didn't get how it tied into the promotion.

"I propose a simple challenge. We play a game of air hockey - if you get to 10 points first, I step aside and write a glowing recommendation for you."

That didn't sound too bad, thought Dana. Something wasn't right though - Vince looked way too confident, which made her hesitate. "And what if you win?", she asked carefully.

"If I win, you have to do whatever I say." He saw Dana opening her mouth to complain, and he continued "It will be one command, right after the game. That's all. And yes, I won't use that command to ask for more commands, that sort of thing - one command only."

This seemed too good to be true to Dana. Winning would mean getting close to completing her mission, while losing amounted to essentially one dare - albeit imagined by her bitter rival. Still, something was off place. This was almost too straightforward. Hesitantly, she asked "What's the catch?"

"For each point that I score, one thing that you're wearing becomes mine. I win when you're naked.", he finished.

Now the picture becomes clear, thought Dana. He was using the promotion to get an opportunity to humiliate her in front of her colleagues - and potentially in public. Dana thoughts began to wander as she visualized herself naked at the arcade, her body bathed by fluorescent neon light. She imagined her naked body being the prize for a game, as her colleagues lined up to see who would win. She pictured Vince winning, his mouth wide in an evil grin as his hands ran all over her helpless body. She felt moisture starting to build in her nether regions, and brought herself back to attention.

An opportunity like this won't come anytime soon, she thought. Even with the prospect of total humiliation, the prospect of winning was too good to turn down. She had to accept.

Steeling herself, she said "It's on."