Strip Smash

“How about we keep playing, but when one of us loses, we have to strip.” He said. Ashley went wide-eyed at him, taking a second to process what he was saying.

“H-huh?” She sputtered.

“Like I said, I didn’t know if you’d be interested, but I think it could make it more interesting.” He said, but when she continued to stare, he continued. “We play randoms, not our mains, so it’s mostly skill. Plus, you’ll actually have more clothes to take off than me.” Ashley had to admit he was right. If he did his shirt, pants, underwear, socks, and shoes, that was 7, if done one at a time. She had all that plus a bra, making her have 8. She’d have an advantage.

“Ummm...” she said.

“Hey, it’s just a suggestion.” He said. She was amazed he was able to say it so straightforward. He must really trust that something like this wouldn’t just destroy her image of him. And he was right.

With anyone else, she would’ve said no immediately, but with him...maybe...

“....alright.”

He looked at her in surprise. “Really?!”

“Yeah, just...” she blushed. “We can never tell ANYONE, got it?”

“Well of course.” He said, a smile on his face. It was so bright that she couldn’t help but smile back. The thought of getting to see him naked...was kinda...exciting, to be honest.

And her exhibitionist fascination was itching at her at the thought of him seeing her. He was the only person she’d let see her naked.

“Alright!” She said. “Let’s do this!” James nodded.

He made sure to draw the curtains, lock the door, and get some snacks. They sat down, gave each other a nod, and selected the random option. They entered the battle, and began the fight.