Yes

Imogen clutched her tits inside her hot pink bra. The realization of what this contest meant was now dawning on her if it hadn’t already. Her bra was now on show for her friends and Alma’s. And there was still more to endure. With only her shorts preventing her underwear from being on show, she knew she wasn’t far away from total humiliation.

Alma laughed at her. “Oh, there we are. Let’s see some more of you. I want to see that slutty thong of yours.”

“No.”

Alma advanced on her at speed. Imogen had nowhere to go, and only seconds passed until Alma had her in her grip again. She stumbled as Alma shoved her toward the sofa. With ease, she was bent over the arm of the sofa.

“Does your slutty thong match? I thought only sluts wore thongs.”

Imogen growled as she was pinned onto the arm of the sofa, with her feet a few inches in the air. She felt Alma’s hand rubbing across the seat of her shorts again. Surely it was only a matter of time before she lost those too?

Alma gripped one of her ass cheeks before forcing her legs apart.

“No,” Imogen managed to let slip.

Alma’s devious hands had managed to get between her legs. She started to rub over the denim. The sensation reverberated through her shorts, thong, and right into her pussy. Imogen gritted her teeth to avoid showing any expression of pleasure.

“You enjoying it, honey? Maybe I’ll make you cum in your slutty shorts.” Alma wedgied the shorts up her ass again, displaying the very bottom of her ass cheeks. “You ready to cum for me, bitch?”

Imogen felt every touch as the shorts pressed against her. She couldn’t deny the pleasure she was feeling, but she would fight back against it. All she had to do was survive until the buzzer. Imogen clamped her powerful thighs together, squashing Alma’s hand between them and cutting off her range of motion.

Alma extracted her hand and forced it into one of the leg holes of her shorts. Once again, skin-on-skin contact. Imogen fought back. She couldn’t let go as Alma probed at the fabric of her thong beneath. It was harder to resist the temptation, but, no, she wouldn’t cum in her shorts. How could she ever show her face again if that happened?

The buzzer mercifully sounded, and the three minutes were up. Alma got off her, but Imogen lingered for a few moments before also letting herself roll onto the floor. Every round was only getting worse. And every round had new forms of humiliation for her. She was getting her ass kicked in front of everybody.

“Sad, we’re out of time. Three minutes and 30 next. Those shorts are coming off, honey. I think it’s about time everyone saw you for the slut you really are.”