They strip Isabel bottomless

Originally written by Bluefish at writing.com

"I say yes too!" said Claire, fixing Isabel with a smirk.

"Excellent!" said Carrie. "On three, how's that sound Isabel? Three..."

"Don't! Please!" Isabel clutched her panties with all her might, the fabric crushing between her fingers.

"...two..." Carrie drew the word out, obviously enjoying drawing it out.

"No! Please!"

"...one!"

With a savage yank, Carrie ripped Isabel's panties out of her grasp and straight down to her ankles. Isabel screamed, and immediately tried to pull them back up, but quick as a flash, Claire planted a foot on top of them. "Oh, no you don't!"

Isabel felt Carrie's arms suddenly wrap around her midsection from behind, and with a heave she was lifted bodily off the ground once again, her bare legs kicking in the air. It also had the effect of exposing her nether regions to the gym in a rather graphic fashion, making her scream again. Clare seized the opportunity to grab her panties and pull them off her legs entirely, then twirled them on her finger like a trophy.

Carrie set her back down and Isabel's hands immediately shot down to cover her crotch. She was now naked from the waist down in front a whole gym full of people. "You can't do this to me! Give me back my pants!"

"Gee, let me think about that." Carrie cocked her head to the side. "I'm actually okay with that, how about you Claire?"

Claire grinned and shook her head no. "No way."

Carrie threw up her hands. "Hey, you're the boss. Sorry Isabel! Looks like you're not getting your pants back!"

Alexandra had gasped when the two of them had stripped Isabel bottomless, and was now hanging around nearby anxiously, clearly sympathetic to Isabel's humiliation but also not wanting to make a target of herself.