They all lose thanks to a technicality and have to go streaking

The trio somehow found their way to the backdoor of the stadium. The journey there was an adventure on its own.

First, the bartender failed to sneak into her truck without getting spotted by the neighboring (and rival) Portuguese bar. She then had to get out of a speeding ticket by pushing her tits together towards the incredolous officer. Afterward, she got scolded by a grandma in the stadium parking lot, and finally, she had to flash a security guard to distract him while the fraulein stole his keys to the backdoor.

The mental images of all those astonished people, of all her patrons, kept flashing in the bartender's mind. Her lovely nalgas forever etched in their memories. The bartender's heart was thumping like a drummer, and the worst was yet to come.

The only things in the gray hallway were a stool, a TV showing a recap of the World Cup, and those two annoying girls. A game of American Football was raging on the other side of the door.

The stark naked bartender was hesitating, her breathing jagged, her legs crossed. Was she going to do it? Maybe she should try and run away… but those two annoying girls weren't going to let her get her clothes back if she did…

“Hey, Evie? Why don't you take a little payback while she is running around?” Amanda whispered. “Let's grab her clothes and leave her here! It will be hilarious!”

“Yes! She would be stuck running around the streets like a headless chicken!”

“Hey, what are you two whispering about?”

“Nothing!”

“…after much deliberation, the officials concluded that the goal was illegal,” the TV said. “As a result, one point was removed from Belgium, officially ending the match in a draw.”

“Huh, interesting. Anyway, good luck with your streaking!” Evie tried to push the bartender out the door, but she planted her feet on the ground.

“No! Didn't you hear? The match is a draw, I no longer have to do this! The bet is null and void.”

“Actually, when we play with Evie we have a rule that if a match ends in a draw, it's a double loss. So that means that Evie has to streak too, and you owe us free drinks for life!”

“Amanda!”

The bartender's expression softened, almost as if a new thought crossed her mind. “You know what? Fine! If you two assholes go streaking first, I'll follow along and give you free drinks for life in my bar.”

“O-ok,” Evie agreed. Fair was fair. Those were their rules. “Come on Amanda, you heard her. Strip so that we can get this over with.”

“Why me? I'm not participating in this bet!”

“Oh really? Weren't you just bragging about how you were going to return to my bar every Friday to get the free drinks? That sounds to me like you want to be part of the bet,” the bartender said. “You can't just pick and choose what you want! You are all in or all out!”

“I agree, you also drank from my free rounds earlier in the night,” Evie said, her face grave as a cemetery. “Amanda, you are part of this now. Pucker up and strip!”

“B-b-b-but! Aww… ok.” That's what she gets for pushing her luck. Amanda half thought to run away, but seeing how serious Evie was, she had a feeling that if she did she would never see her again. Also, the bartender was liable to chase her and suplex her into the stadium if she refused.

Amanda meekly undressed. She kicked off the heels of her dainty feet, lifting the skirt out of her body. She yanked down her panties along her long legs before her bra hit the floor.

“There, I'm naked now. Happy?” Amanda looked at the other two girls and gulped. Yep, they seemed somewhat happy that she was blushing along. Amanda meekly hovered her hands above her privates. Compared to the other two, she had a lot less to flaunt.

Her skin was smooth and somewhat pale, but not as milky as Evie's. Each of her smallish breasts could fit inside a hand, her nipples pale and pink. Her legs were long enough to double as highways, but her rump was barely a speed bump. Like Evie, she had also trimmed her happy trail, but she still had a small smattering of black hair somewhat covering her lower lips.

“I can't believe I agreed to do this.” Amanda pouted. “You owe me one!”

“What?! You owe me for all your free drinks tonight! If anything, we are even!”

“That's not-“

“Enough, ladies. Go ahead, you go first, I'll join you when I see you reach the other side. Deal? I need to see you won't chicken out,” the bartender opened the door. The sound on the other side of the door was deafening. A field of grass and light awaited them.