On the knife's edge

Both competitors stood across from each other. Dana needed 10 points to win, while Vince needed to relieve Dana of everything she was wearing. The air hockey table began humming as the game began.

Both of them began the game tentatively, probing for weaknesses of their opponent. Neither wanted to make a mistake and fall behind. The puck gradually picked up pace as they went back and forth, before finally slipping past Vince's defense.

Dana 1, Vince 0.

Dana felt relieved. She could sense that Vince was just warming up, but a point won was a point won. She had spent a lot of time at the arcades growing up, and she wouldn't be a pushover. As the second round started, she resumed concentrating on the game.

This round was a lot closer, with Vince hitting the puck at a much faster speed. Dana survived a close call and managed to respond with a reply that just moved slightly away at the last moment.

Dana 2, Vince 0.

Dana felt her confidence grow. She was immersed in the game, and a part of her enjoyed the feeling of competition. She had been apprehensive about her rival's ability, but from what it looked like, they were evenly matched. She began thinking about her victory, how it would get her one step closer to Amanda. She had the secret that Prince wanted, but Dana wanted her for very different reasons.

Suddenly, Dana felt the puck slip past her paddle and into the goal. Dang it, she thought. Her thoughts about Amanda had distracted her, and she had let a perfectly defensible shot go past her. She began setting the puck back in the center, but Vince interrupted her.

"Uh uh - you're forgetting something.", he said smugly.

Right, thought Dana. She removed her jacket and let it fall to the floor next to her. However, Vince wasn't satisfied.

"You said the clothes you take off become mine. Give the jacket to me.", he said.

Dana understood what he was trying to do, making her humiliate herself like this. Still, she couldn't let him know that he was having any effect on her, and arguing would only embolden him. Wordlessly, she picked up the jacket, walked to his side of the table and handed it to him - before going back to her side and getting ready for the next round. She could see Vince smirking - surely imagining making her take off the rest of her clothes. As the next round began, she cleared her mind of all errant thoughts, focusing herself entirely on the game.

Dana 2, Vince 1.

Dana 3, Vince 1.

Dana 4, Vince 1.

The next three rounds ended before she knew it, all with her victory. She exhaled with slight relief as there was a break in the action - she had built a sizeable lead, and she could see that Vince was fuming. No doubt he had not expected her to put up this much of a fight.

"All right, you're no pushover, I'll give you that much.", he said with gritted teeth. "However, I've been taking it easy on you until now. Let's see how good you really are."

Dana saw him take the paddle with his other hand. Uh oh - was he playing with his weaker hand this entire time? A feeling of dread started to build within her.

Sure enough, when the next round started, Vince's strokes were a lot faster and measured. Dana found herself backed into a corner as she barely defended his increasingly fast salvos, not able to do anything except blindly parry the puck back in his direction. She eventually made a mistake and the puck fell inside her goal.

Dana 4, Vince 2.

She could see Vince across from her, smiling with confidence. The last round wasn't even close, and now she had to hand him another item she was wearing. She decided to part with her sneakers. She took them off and walked across to him, handing them to him. He was smirking with a self satisfied smile as he stuffed them in his backpack, where they joined her jacket from before.

The next round was more or less the same story. She was struggling to even see the puck, let alone formulate any kind of offense on his goal. She managed to hold on for longer this time, but inevitably lost as another shot was too fast for her to react in time.

Dana 4, Vince 3.

Quietly, she took off her knee-length socks and began the brief walk across the table towards Vince. As she saw his confident demeanor, the walls of resistance inside her mind began to crumble. She imagined herself naked atop the air hockey table, providing a show for everyone around her. All her coworkers would no longer need to guess how she looked under all her sexy outfits - they would see her down to every last detail.

Her mind was still lost in thoughts of embarrassment when she heard the *click* sound of the puck going inside her goal. That sound shook her out of her reverie as she realized she had somehow been playing for quite a while, even as all she could think of was the humiliation coming to her in the near future.

Dana 4, Vince 4.

"That's right, bitch. Take it off!", she heard Vince shout. Shook, she realized that from here on out, the easy options were out. Anything she would take off would show more of her to everyone around her. She was debating internally whether to lose her shirt or shorts, when an idea stuck her. It wasn't great, but it would keep her covered for slightly longer.

She began walking over to Vince while reaching for her back under her shirt. She unhooked her bra and handed it over to him. She could see that he was disappointed - he had not expected her to do that. "Hmph. Think you're clever, huh? It's only a matter of a few minutes - we're going to see it all anyway.", he said, his voice dripping with anticipation.

Dana was surprised at the sudden surge of willpower that erupted within her as a response to his words. Like hell you will, she thought. Guys like Vince would normally be begging to see her body - and yet here he was, acting as if this was no big deal for him. She knew he was salivating from the inside on the prospect of seeing her naked. Even if that happened - she wasn't going to make it easy for him.

When the next round started, her mind was calm and focused. She was in a zen-like state, ready to give this game her everything. She was no longer looking at the puck, trying to react to where it was going - instead, she was looking at her rival, anticipating his motions and readying her reply before the puck left his paddle.

Before she knew it, she had scored five points in a row, surprising even herself. She looked at the scoreboard as it read:

Dana 9, Vince 4.

This was it. She was one point away from victory, and one step closer to being free from Prince's contract. What's more, she was one step closer to Amanda. She could feel herself walking up to Amanda's office and gently opening the door. She gazed upon Amanda as she sat at her desk, sans a single shred of clothing. Dana imagined Amanda ordering her to strip as she meekly obeyed, her every wish being her command...

On the other side of the table, she saw Vince was fuming. "I swear to god you're not gonna win this.", he said through gritted teeth as they both started the next round. He definitely stepped his game up. Dana felt he was a fraction of a second faster in each of his shots, and sure enough, he drew her out into making a mistake, leaving one side too open as the puck smashed into her goal.

Dana 9, Vince 5.

Dana snapped back to reality as she realized it was time to let go of another item of clothing. She decided to lose her shorts, wiggling out of them and handing them over to Vince. Her oversized t-shirt just about covered her butt as long as she wasn't bending over - that would have to do for now.

Unfortunately, the next round didn't go her way either - a combination of a minor mistake and a bad deflection made her put the puck inside her own goal.

Dana 9, Vince 6.

She cursed herself as she took off her fishnet tights, Vince making sure she did the full walk to him in order to put them into the palm of his hand. She had only her panties and t-shirt left now, and she could see the crowd around her tensing in anticipation at her every move, as even small movements would lift her shirt just enough to give them a tantalizing glimpse of her shapely ass.

She pushed aside thoughts of public exposure and humiliation as she started to feel herself get wet. Just one more point, she told herself. The next round began and it was the longest one yet - both competitors being close to defeat at various points. After a very tense back and forth, Dana was just a fraction of a second too slow as the puck slipped inside her goal.

Dana 9, Vince 7.

God damn it, thought Dana. Sighing, Dana took off her panties, putting them in her hand as she walked over and handed them to Vince. He made an exaggerated motion of smelling them before stuffing them in his pocket, and Dana was disgusted. She walked back to her position as she readied herself for the final round.

A slight breeze around her most private areas reminded her that while her t-shirt just about covered her when standing up, she was flashing everyone behind her in her bent over position. The thought sent a rush of excitement through her body, as her mind betrayed her. She imagined herself bent over in her current state, countless hands penetrating her as she was helpless to resist. She felt some moisture trickle down her legs as blood rushed to her cheeks.

As the final round began, Dana took a deep breath.