Time to strip

Afraid to look up, and with shaking hands, Christopher reads, "You will remove one major piece of clothing while dancing in front of everyone. If the majority of the players aren't satisfied with the show then a second major piece must come off."

You're a bit surprised at first, thinking this teenage virgin's dares would be a little bit more tame. Of course you know that you could easily talk Christopher out of this, but it's galling that you would be the one to first back down. Conceding that this is probably karma catching up with you for teasing him so, you briefly bow your head, and resign yourself to pay up. Putting your drink off to the side, you stand and move to the other side of the coffee table facing the seated Christopher.

"You don't have to do this." He tries to wave you off. "Brad said this dare made a girl cry when they played last. They had to stop the game."

"Do I look like a scared little girl to you?" You curtly answer.

Christopher shakes his head in the negative.

"Do you want to stop playing?" You make a final play to try to get out of this on your terms, not wanting to play the stripper for a high school senior. Pitting his nerves and decency, against his youthful hormones, however, is long shot to say the least. A bead of sweat rolls down Christopher's forehead as he stares are your body. Finally, he goes to speak, but instead takes a deep excited breath. He shakes his head again, still in the negative, consigning you to strip.

Swaying your hips gently back and forth you begin to tug at your blouse to untuck it from your pants. With the hem free you take hold of the bottom of your shirt and spin around, turning your backside to the sole member of the audience. Lifting up the garment you give Christopher a good look at the small of your back. Remembering that his enjoyment is a factor in this dare, however, you spin again, facing him, giving him the view any guy, no matter their age, would want to see.

Pulling your blouse up and over your head, you shake your hair free and toss the shirt onto the couch. Christopher's mouth goes wide as he glares at your chest. Being a rather skimpy demi bra, your gray and white lingerie top leaves little to the imagination, showing more cleavage than providing coverage.

"We good?" You ask, keeping your hands to the side allowing for the full payment.

When Christopher doesn't answer, you go to sit down, but his voice then crackles, "Wait."

"Yes?" You turn to him.

"Thank you. You're amazing" His glare doesn't leave you chest. "But, I'm not satisfied. I want more."

Shocked that Christopher could be so forward you go to object, but then hold your tongue, realizing that you might have underestimated this geek. "Alright." You coolly answer as you kick off your oxford leather sandals.

"At least I don't have to dance anymore." You comment while unbuckling your belt and undoing your capris. Shimmying your pants down over your legs makes your barely supported boobs to shake about causing Christopher to gasp out loud. Now almost naked, you walk over to the couch as you can feel his eyes on your barely covered ass, your cheekini panties being as skimpy as the matching bra. Dropping your pants on the floor, you take your seat once again. Looking at your date you announce with greater seriousness, "Now it's my turn."