Of course not, Erica is far too distracted

Obviously, I should have listened to the first voice, not only was Carrie good at this game, again probably because Lisa wanted her to pick a game she was good at, to begin with, but also because I was in no mental shape to do this, Carrie’s little teasing always got to me.

Always.

And I should have known better.

The game ended with Carrie’s score far ahead of mine, I wondered if Carrie neglected to inform me that she wasn’t the only one wagering her entire wardrobe but me as well, would she do that and leave me here completely butt naked?

Before my imagination could run too wildly, Carrie tugged against the collar of my shirt and peeked down into it.

“I think I’ll take your bra, Erica.” Carrie grinned, knowing full well that the training bra I had on wouldn’t come off unless I took the shirt off as well, while I wasn’t going to give her every scrap of clothing I had on, Carrie nonetheless wanted to see me standing naked in front of her.

My shaking hands grasped the hem of my shirt, pulling it down as I was trying to keep it from simply flying off my body, hiding whatever shame I could hide underneath it, but after taking a deep breath, I lifted the shirt off the top of my head.

Oh god, I was standing there in nothing but a bra now, and soon even that would be gone, that’s right, I handed Carrie my shirt, hoping she wouldn’t play a prank on me and run off with it, I hooked my fingers on the bra and pulled it off my body, now I was naked save for my shoes in this arcade where anyone could walk up and see me naked.

As if in response to my brazen exposure, my nipples decided to stiffen up and my little kitty that it was a good time to flower open, showing Carrie my little clit peeking out of its hood and telling her just how much it wanted to be touched right now.

“I don’t think you have much time left Erica,” Carrie flicked my nipple, eliciting a moan from me before thankfully exchanged my bra for my shirt, and I hurriedly put it back on, fully aware of how jarring the sensation of its fabric was against my stiff nipples.

“W-where do I go next?” I was mustering all the willpower in my body to keep my hands at my sides and not assaulting my clit screaming in agony.

“The crane games, I think Lisa said that it’s John’s turn next.” I didn’t wait for Carrie to finish telling me all this, I bolted the moment I heard her say the word crane.