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Chapter 18 by legion1986 legion1986

Shorts or...

The Thong

Mia’s body moved like fire — muscles tight, every breath quick and sharp as she threaded her way past the dangling silk ropes. For one glorious second, it seemed she might actually outwit the trap.

But then—

The soft brush of fabric against rope. Just the faintest drag of her waistband of Mia's Thong.

The sound was barely audible, but the Model heard it. She always did.

Her eyes gleamed, lips parting in a slow, predatory smile.

“Ahhh… there it is,” she purred, her voice a velvet blade. “The price of misstep.”

Mia froze, heat rushing to her face. The unspoken command in the Model’s tone left no room for defiance. With a soft growl under her breath — half frustration, half arousal — she hooked her thumbs into the band of her shorts.

Slowly, deliberately, she pushed them down over her hips, baring her toned thighs, her round cheeks, the last barrier to her secret. The cool night air licked her bare skin as the shorts pooled at her ankles.

The Model stepped forward, circling her prey. She knelt with graceful precision, her fingers brushing along the thin fabric that still clung to Mia. She tugged once, teasing, letting Mia feel the inevitable.

“Such a stubborn, reckless little one” she whispered, her lips close enough that Mia could feel the heat of her breath. “But even you will know when to submit.”

Mia shivered, breath catching as the Model slid the delicate thong down her legs — slow enough to make her tremble, firm enough to leave no chance of resistance.

When the thin fabric left her ankles, the Model curled it around her fingers, lifting it up like a trophy. She rose smoothly, hips swaying, and dropped the thong into the waiting basket with a silken flick of her wrist.

“Perfect,” she declared, her smile sharp, radiant.

Mia flushed hot, her body bare from the waist down, her pulse hammering from both humiliation and the intoxicating thrill of surrender. She had survived the trap — but stripped, claimed, and trembling, she knew the game was far from over.


Clothing Status

Mia: sports bra

Floor: Shorts

Basket: Hoodie, sneakers, t-shirt, socks, thong

Don't Forget..

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