Quickly.

At this the four ladies started glancing at each other, trying to spot who could take off another layer while exposing as little as possible. Eventually Elizabeth bit her lip, pulling her blouse up along her waist.

I gulped at the familiar sight of Elizabeth's mounds, masked behind a simple crimson bra, and as she let her blouse fall to the floor Elizabeth turned the same shade of red as her chest armor. "Your turn," she chided me, smiling bravely.

I reached my fingers to my button... then changed direction at the last minute and pulled my left shoe off, to the combined groans of the ladies.

"Well, it still counts as a piece," Amy pointed out, mirroring my shit-eating grin. The others scowled lightly and massaged their foreheads, while Elizabeth crossed her arms over her revealed cleavage.

"Gu-u-uys!" she pleaded. "I can't keep up like this on my own! I left my heels outside!"

"So did we," groaned Stephanie. "If I'd known we were doing this I'd have taken the kitschy scarf that came with this set."

Then Corrine stood up, somewhat unsteady in her meekness, reaching under her hemline and pulling down her slip. Stephanie glanced nervously from side to side - then, turning away from us, she guided her hand down her miniskirt. A few seconds later she turned back and hastily tossed her crumpled thong in a corner.

This earned them my other shoe and necktie.

"Talia, what about you?"

"Don't ask me, I've only got three things going on tonight," Talia gestured to Corrine, before looking back at us. "Can't you two go a little easier on us? Amy hasn't even taken anything off yet!"

"Why would I need to?" Amy noted bluntly. "It's not like I haven't been sampling Ian's goods every day or anything."

"Ooooooh! Fine!"

Everyone turned to Elizabeth's direction as she pulled down her skirt, revealing her matching panties.

I couldn't help but look at her. Elizabeth was simply beautiful, pure and angelic as I remembered her, all those years ago when we were still exploring and experimenting with our sexuality. She gave me a small, shy smile before sitting back down, visibly self-conscious with her arms and legs crossed over her lingerie-clad assets.

"Whoo, you go girl!" cheered Talia, pulling down her slacks and showing off her toned, sleek legs to the world, a mere strip of fabric protecting her snatch. "Okay, Ian. That was two things! Now strip!"

There was a collective of swearing as I tugged off my socks.