the Poké Mart

A week went by, and Cynthia found herself standing in front the Poké Mart, dressed in the outfit he had specified. She wore a flowing white robe, cinched at the waist, with crotchless panties and a cupless bra underneath. The robe was designed to showcase her body, and she felt a mix of emotions as she gazed at her reflection in a nearby window.

Cynthia took a deep breath and stepped inside the Poké Mart. She was immediately greeted by Eddie, who was standing behind the counter with a smug look on his face.

"Ah, Champion, I'm so glad you could make it," Eddie said, his eyes raking over Cynthia's body. "You look amazing."

Cynthia ignored his comment and got straight to the point. "What do you want, Eddie?" she asked, her voice cold and detached.

Eddie leaned forward, resting his arms on the counter. "Well, Champion, I have a special task for you. I want you to go to the city's annual Pokémon tournament and use your skills to help my team win. In return, I promise not to share the video of your humiliation."

Cynthia's mind raced as she weighed her options. She knew that Eddie was trying to manipulate her, but she also knew that the video could ruin her reputation and her career as a Pokémon trainer. She took a deep breath and agreed to his terms.

Cynthia nodded, trying to keep her emotions in check. "Fine, I'll do it. But if you're trying to double-cross me, you'll regret it."

Eddie chuckled, seemingly amused by her warning. "Oh, Champion, I'm shaking in my boots. But don't worry, I'll keep my end of the bargain. You help my team win, and the video stays private."

He handed her a folder containing the tournament details and her team's information. Cynthia took it, her eyes scanning the contents. She recognized a few of the team members, but most were unknown to her.

As she finished reading, Eddie spoke up again. "One more thing, Champion. I want you to wear this while you're at the tournament." He handed her a small, black box with a white ribbon tied around it.

Cynthia's eyes narrowed as she took the box from him. She had a feeling she knew what was inside, and she didn't like it. She slowly opened the box, revealing a small, pink vibrator.

"What the hell is this?" she asked, her voice filled with disgust.

"Oh, just a little something to make sure you're fully committed to the team," Eddie said, his voice dripping with malice.

Cynthia's face twisted in disgust as she stared at the vibrator. She couldn't believe Eddie was asking her to wear this during the tournament. "You expect me to wear this while I'm competing?" she asked, her voice incredulous.

Eddie nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Yes, Champion. I want you to wear it under your clothes, and I want you to make sure it's turned on during the battles. I want you to be... distracted."

Cynthia felt a wave of anger wash over her, but she knew she had to keep her cool. She couldn't let Eddie get to her, not now.

Cynthia's eyes locked onto Eddie's, her gaze burning with anger and humiliation. She felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, and for a moment, she considered lashing out at him. But she knew that would only play into his hands, and she couldn't let him win.

Instead, she took a deep breath and **** herself to calm down. She looked at the vibrator again, feeling a wave of disgust wash over her. But she knew she had to do this, no matter how degrading it was.

"Fine," she spat, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll wear it. But if you think this is going to distract me from winning, you're sadly mistaken."

Cynthia's eyes flashed with determination as she spoke, and Eddie's grin faltered for a moment. He hadn't expected her to agree to his terms so quickly, and he certainly hadn't expected her to throw down a challenge of her own.

"Ah, Champion, you're a bold one, I'll give you that," Eddie said, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I'm not afraid of a little humiliation. In fact, I'm willing to take that risk. If I lose, I'll strip naked for the crowd at the tournament. But if I win, you'll have to do the same... and more."

Cynthia's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the possibilities.

Cynthia's face twisted in a mixture of disgust and anger as she considered Eddie's proposal. She couldn't believe he was asking her to risk her reputation and dignity like this. But at the same time, she was determined to win the tournament and prove to Eddie that she wasn't someone to be underestimated.

"Fine," she spat, her voice cold and detached. "I accept your proposal. But if I win, you'll not only strip naked for the crowd, but you'll also delete the video and never speak of it again."

Eddie's grin returned, and he held out his hand to seal the deal. Cynthia hesitated for a moment before shaking it, feeling a surge of determination and anger.