No

The desperate dancer jumped as high as she could to try to clear Alma. She leaped into the air. Alma reached out a grasping hand and managed to catch one of her ankles. Imogen screamed as she flew wildly out of control and landed shoulder first into the counter.

“Damn it,” Imogen hissed.

Imogen still wasn’t done. She ignored the blow to her shoulder and frantically pulled the zip back up. She’d almost got the button back into its hole when Alma loomed behind her and enveloped her. Alma pinned Imogen’s to her sides.

“No, you’re not getting away this time.”

Alma tried to throw her, but Imogen’s thick thighs held strong as she tensed up. The girls found themselves at an impasse. Alma’s best efforts couldn’t dislodge Imogen from her stance, and Imogen’s best efforts couldn’t rebutton her shorts.

The redhead needed to change her tactics. She went for Imogen’s ponytail again. This time she wrenched it back as hard as she could. It came undone, and the mousy-brown hair of the dancer came cascading down as she screamed in pain.

“Get down.” Alma tripped Imogen, and she went sprawling.

Alma was on her instantly. She ripped and tore at the zip, not caring if she broke it off. This time Imogen had no answer, and the zip came right down to the bottom. The redhead grabbed the sides of Imogen’s shorts and began to rag her from side to side. Gradually, the shorts began to move centimeter by centimeter.

“What are they painted on you? Come here.”

“Let go of me.” Imogen pulled back. “No.”

The strings of Imogen’s thong appeared over the sides of her pants. The tiring Alma quickly tossed Imogen onto her front. She didn’t expect it, and it was child’s play to tear the black denim shorts down at the back.

Imogen’s ass came into view, scythed by a BLACK and GREY striped thong.

“Oh no, noooo, fuck,” Imogen’s words trailed off.

Alma got the jean shorts over the dancer’s ass, and then they slid down her well-toned thighs and off her kicking legs. She moved the strands of hair out of her face. Alma felt hot, perspiration beading on her forehead. The effort had taken a lot out of her, but she’d finally managed to make it happen.

Now it was Imogen’s turn to cover her crotch and throw her hands over her ass. Both girls were down to their bras and panties. And there was still some time to go in round ten.