Sarah in on it if she strips first

Sarah raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting Isabel to agree. "Fine, then you're the real loser here," she said, putting away her phone. "But you have to strip first."

Isabel's heart raced as she looked down at her favorite blue dress. She knew she had to do this for Emma, but the thought of exposing herself to Sarah made her stomach churn. Taking a deep breath, She began to unzip her dress, her hands shaking slightly.

As the dress fell to the floor, revealing her lacy dark green bra and panties, Isabel felt a wave of shame wash over her. She had never felt so exposed before, but she **** herself to stand tall, refusing to let Sarah see her vulnerability.

"Well, well, well," Sarah said, her eyes roaming over Isabel's body. "I have to admit, you're not as bad as I thought you'd be."

Isabel bristled at Sarah's words. She knew that Sarah was just trying to get under her skin, but she refused to let her win. "Emma didn't deserve this," she said, keeping her voice steady. "And I won't let you continue to humiliate her."

Sarah laughed. "Oh, please," she said. "You're just as much of a slut as she is.

I mean, look at you, standing there in your little lacy bra and panties, thinking you're so sexy. It's pathetic."

Isabel felt a surge of anger at Sarah's words, but she refused to let it show. She slowly reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there in just her panties, her hands on her hips. "I'm not a slut, Sarah. I'm just trying to protect my friend," she said.

Sarah's eyes roamed over Isabel's body, her eyes lingering on her chest. "Mmm, I can see why Emma borrowed money from me. She wanted to be just like you," she said, licking her lips.

Isabel's cheeks flushed with anger, but she refused to let it show. She stood tall, her hands on her hips, as she waited for Sarah to make her move. Sarah's eyes flicked down to Isabel's dark green panties, and she felt a wave of shame wash over her. She knew she was exposing herself, but she had to protect Emma.

"Come on, Isabel," Sarah said, her voice low and husky. "Why don't you take them off too? I want to see all of you."

Isabel hesitated, but she knew she couldn't back down now. She slowly reached for the waistband and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor.

As she stood there in front of Sarah, completely exposed, she felt a wave of shame wash over her. But she also felt a sense of determination. She had to protect Emma, no matter what it took.