Yes

Imogen was down to her bra and shorts. Alma was down to her shirt and thong. Round nine would be critical to the rest of this contest.

The dancer took a card. “Jack.”

Alma was nervous, but she had to steel herself. She wanted revenge on Imogen for what she had done. Alma swiped a card. It was also a jack.

The redhead let out a sigh of relief. She’d got incredibly lucky.

Imogen took another card. “Nine.”

It was Alma’s turn again. She took the next card fast and turned it over, her heart hammering against her chest. It was a six.

The buzzer sounded and Imogen had won four-and-a-half minutes to continue her assault.

“Nooooo…” Alma howled.

“Oh yes. You’re way too dressed. I think it’s time everyone gets a look at your little tits.”

Alma jumped backward as she was swept off her feet and down to the floor. The cold surface digging into her newly exposed ass cheeks made her grit her teeth.

Once again, Imogen sat down on her. This time she sat on her waist. The two girls slapped at each other, trying to bat each other away. Inevitably, Imogen’s thick body won out and she pinned Alma’s hands to the floor.

“How do you like being the one on the bottom now?”

“Get off me.” Alma tried to sit up.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Imogen moved her grip from the redhead’s wrist and scooped the front of her long black shirt up. It came up until it reached half way up her torso. The glint of Alma’s belly button piercing winked back at her.

Alma fought to prevent her exposure the best she could, but it was useless. Imogen made light work of getting the shirt over her simple BLACK bra.

Imogen lifted the shirt over Alma’s face, silencing her protests. The distraction gave her the opportunity she needed to jump off Alma and pull the shirt over her back. Alma managed to get to her feet, but by the time she did Imogen tore the shirt off her arms.

The redhead was now in her bra and panties. There was no hiding anything from the glare of the camera, or her arch rival now.

Alma threw her arms across her small chest. It slowly dawned on her that she was two pieces of skimpy underwear away from being buck naked for all to see, and then it would only get worse.

Imogen giggled. “Those are cute undies you have there. Why are you trying to hide them?”

Alma scuttled to the other side of the room, trying to cover her thong, bra, and anything else she could at the same time.

“We’ve still got lots of time. I’m going to make you regret what you did to me.”

Alma could only stutter and stammer her protests. There was still so much time to go.