No Choice

“Wooo,” Alma swung the bra around. “Only your thong, and then you’re naked.”

Imogen felt the heat rising in her cheeks. A mixture of emotions all at once circled inside her. Alma had regained her arrogance, despite her undressed state, and she was right. Only her thong remained on her, and then she would be left without a stitch. Her chances were running out. With five-and-a-half minutes beckoning, a loss now would be catastrophic.

Slowly, Imogen bowed to the inevitable. She removed her arms from her tits, allowing her enemy to get a full look at them for the first time. They weren’t anything to brag about, but they were good enough.

To her shame, her nipples were erect, a victim of Alma’s probings from earlier. She didn’t know whether to feel ashamed or aroused at this forced exhibitionism. Either way, she didn’t want the latter to become a reality.

“Time to pick a card,” Alma almost sang. “I don’t think you’ll make it past the next round. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Imogen stopped. “What?”

“Oh, don’t you remember? Our friends have a few special toys for us to play with. In the cupboard.” Alma pointed to the kitchen. “Some girls need a little extra help if you know what I mean?”

Imogen did remember. She thought it was a joke at the time. The mention of the little extras made her refocus her mind. It could either spell doom or an opportunity.

Imogen wasted no time in swiping a card from the shortening deck, knowing many of the higher and lower cards were already gone. Now there were no certainties in their selections.

“Ten,” said Imogen with some relief but not daring to hope.

Alma released a smirk. It stunk of insecurity. The underwear-clad redhead grabbed a card and turned it over. It was a four. Now it was Imogen’s turn to make her opponent show more skin than she wanted.