Isabel

Isabel grinned wide. She had never been so proud of herself as she led her team to victory. “Well, well,” Isabel said. “Looks like we win, again. Now, Jessica, I was going to go easy on you. I was going to practically let you go.”

Jessica gulped.

“But, then you had to go pull my pants down,” Isabel said. “There are two things I hate more than anything. Cheaters and cheaters who still end up losing. You are just that. You thought that embarrassing me was going to somehow make me play worse? Somehow make you better than me? Well newsflash, it actually gave me more of a reason to beat your sorry ass. And now, you’re going to pay.”

“Isabel, please, I’m sorry,” Jessica said.

“It’s okay, Jessica,” Isabel said. “I can be a reasonable person. I’m going to give you a choice.”

“What are my options?” Jessica asked.

“Panties or Bra,” Isabel said.

“Bra...” Jessica said.

“I’m not finished,” Isabel said. “I’m going to give you the choice of which one you keep. Bra or Panties. Everything else comes off, and depending what you choose, you’re going to get tied to that pole in your bra or panties, and you’re going to get smacked on whichever area is exposed. So, make your choice, Jessica. Panties or bra? Also, I think you’ll be the only one to do it because from where I’m standing, you were the only one really making an effort. Which means you lost the game for your team.”

Jessica shook her head. “I’m not doing this.”

“If you don’t choose, It’s all coming off,” Isabel said.