With Fury

"I saw your ass, Ellie," Nye taunted her opponent.

"And that's all you're going to see. Now, come here!"

Ellie charged Nye. This time she got her and the contest descended into a catfight. In this, Ellie had no problems wrestling Nye around and controlling her however she liked. Her heart pounded as she felt the humiliation of her brief exposure in her cheeks.

Nye still had a lot of fight in her as she threw herself around, trying to get free of Ellie. She wasn't even trying to tug at her clothes.

Luckily, Ellie found it easy to latch onto that baggy green shirt and begin working it up her body. She wanted Nye to show some skin now, and more than she ever did. Slowly, her leggings and cute little ass came into view. Ellie thought she noticed something. It looked like she was wearing a pair of shorts underneath them. Was she kidding? It's like she'd read Ellie's mind and had come prepared for this. Well, no matter, Ellie would do whatever she had to.

Ellie finally managed to get some purchase on Nye, reducing her struggling. She pressed herself down onto Nye's back, who had curled into a ball. There was nothing Nye could do now as Ellie grabbed the very bottom of the shirt and began sweeping it up her back. As she did, Ellie stood so Nye couldn't do a thing.

The baggy green shirt came off to reveal...not what she expected. Ellie had worn a tight black t-shirt underneath. It rested just below her belly button, so it would show a seductive sliver of skin every time she moved.

"Are you kidding me, Nye? How much are you wearing under there?"

Nye gave Ellie an impish grin. "You should have said we could only wear the same number of pieces. Those were your rules, remember?"

"Yeah," said Janina from the sofa. "They were your rules. You should have worn some underwear too before coming up with this idea."

"Oh yeah," Adina concurred. "We've already seen your ass. Not the right day to go commando, sweetie."

The jubilation of her brief victory over Nye had turned to ash in a moment. Instead of cheering her, they were still mocking her.

"Are you wearing undies today, Ellie?" Cami clapped along with the banter.

Ellie threw Nye's shirt to the side of the terrace, where a pile of clothes would soon begin to build up, and took a step forward. "Of course, I am, or I wouldn't have suggested doing this!"

The girls still snickered at her and she could feel the blazing anger in her cheeks. She opened her mouth to fire some witty retort back when she felt a pair of hands dig into the waistband of her pants. All thoughts about comebacks vanished as her hands shot to the pants that were fast escaping her. She felt her hands hit the brown skin of her thighs as her pants hit her knees. Her hands then flew instinctively to her crotch.

Nye lost her grip and fell forwards, but the damage had been done. Their friends squealed and Ellie froze. She was standing on the terrace, her black THONG on show.

"Yeah, she is," Nye laughed.

Ellie just screamed as she bent over to tug her pants back up from her knees. Her black thong had come down a little too, showing the very top of her ass crack. Her ass was huge, tight, with the curves in the right places.

As Ellie bent over to save what remained of her modesty, Nye moved in for the kill.