She pays in full!

“Aren't you forgetting something?”

“Yeah, I know, one at a time.” Samantha answers over her shoulder in a somewhat sheepish voice.

“No, not that.”

Sam stops in place, her shoulders and head sink down with a sigh, knowing what is coming next.

“Wasn't part of the bet that, to quote, 'the loser has to do it in their underwear.'” You gleam. “And wasn't that your idea?”

The defeated conservative spins around and marches back to you as if a prisoner going before a judge. She pauses for a moment, you think she might ask for mercy, but her pride gets the better of her.

“Bastard.” She sneers and grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and pulls it up, exposing her well toned abdomen and red sports bra. Tossing the shirt aside she quickly kicks off her sneakers and then slipping her thumbs under the waist band she pushes her sweat pants down. Since the pants are a bit on the tight side, Sam has to shimmy back and forth to get them over her hips, which cause her to jiggle and sway about in a very pleasing manner. Throwing her sweats on top of her shirt she stands before you. Not wanting to show any weakness Sam places her hands on her hips in a defiant pose, as she submits herself to the victor's inspection.

Slowly, blatantly, your eyes roam over her amazing, well endowed and yet toned body. Her underpants are but a simple black, high cut, cotton thong. The red sports bra shows a bit of her abundant cleavage and has the same “SK14.net” logo as her t-shirt. Now you can make out the outline of the bra she wears underneath. Black like her thong, but lacy, flimsy and low cut, unlike her sports bra.

The humiliated, angered and frustrated Republican begins to tap her foot, wishing you would get on with it. You will have nothing of it, however, and take your sweet time enjoying the spoils of your victory. Looking away with clenched teeth from your continued inspection, Sam remains in place, knowing this is the price she must pay for losing.

“Isn't wearing a thong," you finally break the silence, "while jogging a bit uncomfortable?” You taunt the barely clothed buxom beauty with a rhetorical question.

“Can I least keep my sneakers?” Sam grimaces.

“Perhaps.” You take your time answering, enjoying every minute of her ordeal. “But you said 'underwear.' Athletic equipment, like a sports bra, doesn't count. It first needs to go.”

“No fucking way!” Sam protests. “It's underwear!”

“With that kind of language," you lecture, "it's definitely coming off. Besides, then why are you wearing a bra underneath it?”

“Because my breasts are . . .” It takes all your willpower not to burst into laughter as Sam stops in mid sentence as she realizes what she is about to say.

“Your going to pay for this.” The humiliated businesswoman hisses as she pushes her left hand through the side of her sports bra and out the bottom, surrendering to your point. Lifting up the supportive undergarment over her head and right shoulder she strips it off and throws it on her pile of previously discarded clothing.

Now free from the confines of any athletic support you can clearly see how large and firm are her tits. They almost spill out from the confines of the skimpy, front clasping bra, which was clearly bought from a place more akin to Victoria's Secret than Footlocker. It is so low cut it barely covers her areolas and the thin material cannot conceal the fact that her nipples are painfully erect and rock hard from excitement.

At first Sam tries to return to her defiant stance, but when her right bra strap slides down her arm, it forces the stripped Republican to frantically crosses her arms in front of her chest, desperately trying to retain some modesty.

Now completely flustered your defeated opponent tries to get on with her task. While bending over to retrieve her sneakers Sam's tits begin to flop out, forcing her to straighten up and grasp her bra once again. Next she vainly tries to shove her feet into her shoes while remaining standing. Since she quickly kicked them off while stripping the laces are still tied, thus all she accomplishes is to push her sneakers around for a few minutes. Muttering obscenities under her breath the near naked candidate has to sit on the ground as one hand holds her bra in place while the other unties and puts on her sneakers. This one handed approach to dressing needless to say takes a while and provides for some stunning visuals. You find it quite difficult to conceal both your laughter and growing erection. With her shoes back on the fiery redhead stands. Glaring at you with rage Sam storms off to her garage to retrieve the first sign.

“Be careful when the neighbors drive by.” You taunt her one final time as you now get a full view of her thong covered ass. It is as shapely and sexy as her front side. “Especially when the high school bus comes by.” You laugh. “Their bus stop is at my stop sign.”