Round 2? Who wins?
Alyssa gets lucky
End of the second round and Alyssa could not believe it. She wasn't sure if Jaime had totally thrown the game, or if god was somehow smiling on her tonight. Regardless, she had won a strip game for the first time in her entire life. Jaime was beet red, nervous about what was to come, and bashful about her bravado coming back to haunt her. Alyssa walked around the table and approached her.
"Good game Jaime, thanks for giving me another round, sure you still want to keep up the stakes from before?"
Jaime grinned, pleased by her friend's consideration, "I was the one who talked such a big game, it'd be inconsiderate to chicken out now." She reached for the nearby counter, grabbing a set of kitchen scissors and handing them to Al. "Just make sure I can't try and cover up with the scraps later, eh?"
"That's the plan, believe me," Alyssa laughed as she took the scissors in hand. She grabbed the bottom hem of Jaime's dress, pulling it taut. Seeing briefly under her skirt, she notcied Jaime was, in fact, wearing underwear.
"Guess Dana was full of shit, huh." Alyssa muttered under her breath.
Over the next several minutes, Alyssa cut Jaime's sundress from bottom to top, separating it into thin, long strips. Before long, the shreds were laying around her feet, and all that was left was to do the same to her bra and panties. Jaime winced as the cold metal of the scissors graced her chest, then her shoulders, then her breasts fell exposed to a room full of onlookers. She almost instinctively covered herself, but refrained while Al finished reducing the bra to little more than small scraps. She felt the scissors against her hip, and could feel the cut as the last of her clothing, a lacy thong, fell to the floor, and was quickly cut beyond recognition. Totally naked, embarrassed, and more than a little eager for it to happen again, Jaime wondered how she would get home after the night was over. She stepped over the remains of her clothing to find another drink, and to mingle with her captivated audience.
Alyssa blushed as she couldn't help staring at her friend's ass while she sauntered through the house, and out of sight. Regaining her bearings, she stood up and shouted,
"Anyone else want to show off a little bit tonight?"
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