Evie loses her underwear and decides to double up

The first half of the game ended, there was a fifteen-minute break before the second half. Without the game to distract them, Evie's nubile physique stole many more glances. More than she was comfortable with, that's for sure.

Every minute or so, someone blew another whistle at her, but little in the way of actual catcalls or cheeky pick-up lines. It seemed like the bar still thought of her as the enemy, relishing seeing her squirm like a scared little girl.

Well, she wasn't going to give them that satisfaction. Evie sat her ass with her back straight. She put on a brave face and fought the tempation to cover up or put her feet into her seat. The last urge was particularly hard as the floor was very sticky, and she would love to not be in contact with it any more than she absolutely had to.

The façade seemed to be holding, at least to anyone that didn’t know her. “Wow, someone is twitchy, huh?” Amanda poked at her friend's twiddling fingers. “Want to bounce out the backdoor while everyone is distracted?”

“N-no. Germany will win, and then everyone here will eat their words!”

“Ok, sorry. Where does this love for Germany come from? You didn’t even want to participate in Oktoberfest in college.”

“I, err…” Evie stuck her neck to whisper at Amanda. “Back on the qualifiers, the office held a small betting pool. I bet on Germany on a lark and won, so then I also placed my next bet on Germany and won that too, and the next one, and the next one. Since they never let me down, I feel like I have to give something back to the team, you know?”

“You just decided to be stubborn about it for no reason! That's why you became their super fan! Ha, classic Evie. Look, the game is starting again!”

The second time started, and this time it was more intense. Everyone was on the edge of their seats. Well, except for Amanda, who was on her phone texting and taking the occasional secret pic of her friend. How boring. They were just passing the ball back and forth!

“Gooooooaaaaallllll!”

“Ja Ja Ja!” Evie jumped, punching the air. “Take that! In your face!” She grabbed her empty mug and shoved it in the bartender's face for a refill. “You know what that means!”

“Don't forget me.” Amanda chimed in with her empty glass.

The clock continued ticking as the game continued. Both teams kept playing, trying to get the edge over the other. Only fifteen minutes were left before the end of the match when it happened. A red card, a penalty, and a goal for…

“Scheize!” Evie yelled. Spain scored, and the match was now 3-2 against her. More importantly, it was time to pay what was due. Her fingers began to tremble as she grabbed her panties, the rest of the bar chanting for her to take them off.

She decided she would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her struggle. She peeled her panties off her milky legs in a second, her bra hitting the floor the next.

Evie stood with her feet apart and arms at her hips, angrily staring back at the bar. Her cheerful pert breasts were round and big as oranges, her areolas a vibrant shade of pink. Evie's butt crested over her rump like rolling hills in the countryside, drawing attention away from her hairless womanhood.

“Damn, I wanted to learn if the curtain matched the drapes!”

“That's what you get for supporting Germany!”

“Mierda, esas tetas estan más firmes que una barra de acero.”

“La pelotuda está en pelotas.”

Evie felt her blood rush to her face. They were commenting on her exposed flesh as if she was a pig for sale on the market. The nerve! She huffed and puffed. “There, you happy now? Pigs…”Judging by how loud everyone cheered, the people were indeed happy. “Eep! Who pinched-Amanda!”

“Looking good, Evie!” her friend replied. Laughter erupted in the bar, Evie could feel her blood rising like a thermometer in a sauna.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, but Germany is still going to win! I would still bet on it! Double or nothing!”

“Hah! You never know when to quit, don't you?” The bartender said impishly, digging her red nail into Evie's stomach.

“She really doesn't,” Amanda said.

“So, what are you going to wager now, fraulein? You lost everything!”

“Well, I'm going… I'm going to bet my dignity…”

“Ehem, not that you have much left of it,” Amanda coughed.

“If Spain wins, I'll get up on the seat and dance to whatever song you want to play until the next game starts. If Germany wins, I get free drinks for life. Not that I would ever want to return here anyway.”

“You got yourself a deal, girl.”