Strip

Alma went on the attack as the buzzer sounded and the clock began to tick. She had three minutes to dismantle Imogen. Her adrenaline started to pump, the relief of getting away with her misplaced bargain and the joy of getting even more time to see what Imogen was made of.

She charged Imogen and threw a few slaps to force her backward toward the counter. The dancer avoided most of the hits, but they did their job of forcing her back. Her back hit the counter, and she was out of space.

Alma sprung into life the moment she had Imogen cornered, throwing a violent knee into her stomach. It drove the wind out of her, threatening to drop her to one knee. The redhead wasn’t about to let that happen. She took her in a front face lock and forced her to stay on her feet.

With Imogen’s head firmly within her control, Alma threw knee after knee into her belly. The grunts of pain coming from Imogen would only be the beginning. Imogen’s legs had turned to jelly.

Alma let her go, whereas Imogen only managed to stay on her feet by steadying herself against the counter through more luck than judgment. She couldn’t help but release a smile as she glanced at the timer. Barely a minute had elapsed.

“I think it’s time to take this up a level,” said Alma.

She advanced on her again. This time her hands hunted for the bottom of the red tank top. Alma pulled back on it, lifting it up her back. The dancer was slowly being exposed. In a surprising show of defense, Imogen buried her shoulder in her and forced her back. It was well within the rules.

Alma stumbled and almost lost her balance. The two teens practically fell like dominoes as Alma’s back hit the lounge wall. She struggled to hold on, but Alma refused to let go. The redhead was the first to move as she readjusted her grip on Imogen’s throat, holding her firmly in one place.

Imogen growled. “Get off me, you fucking bitch.”

Alma let out a sigh as she got her breath back. “You’re not getting out of this.”

Imogen screamed as Alma resumed lifting her red tank top up her back. This time there was nothing Imogen could do but kick her legs and stamp her feet as more and more of her upper body was exposed. With one hand, Alma soon got the top up to her neck, exposing the bra strap at the back.

With Imogen at her mercy, Alma threw the girl backward and dragged the remains of the shirt over her head and off her arms. With a shove, the dancer fell backward, leaving the shirt in her hands.

Imogen screamed as she threw her arms across her modest breasts encased by a HOT PINK bra. There she was on camera, in front of her bitter enemy, in nothing more than her bra and little shorts.