"Inherently unfair."

“Missed again!”

“Come on! This isn’t fair!”

“Best friend embarrassment hangouts are inherently unfair,” says Meg, as fuming Kitty is **** to unfasten her bra. The girls are standing in a crowded bowling alley, occupied by several student friend groups and at least one birthday party. “That’s why they’re fun. Now, strip!”

“But when I was about to throw you turned on my…”

“Yes, Kitty?”

“Never mind,” says Kitty, though gritted teeth, dropping her bra in the pile of clothing on the floor. The birthday party cheers. She covers her breasts with her hands and stands glaring at the pair of you, stripped down to nothing but her bowling shoes and her red-striped boyshorts. “Your turn, Beth.”

Beth grabs a bowling ball from the machine and strides determinedly towards the lane, not wanting to give either of you the satisfaction of an angry comment. She’s hindered by the need to cup one arm over her big breasts. She bites her lip and does her best to block out the cheers as she lines up a shot.

She takes one step forward, moans, and clasps her free hand to the crotch of her black Space Invaders panties. The ball drops from her fingers, careens into the alley and sails gaily past the intact pins.

“Missed again.”

You and Meg laugh and high-five as Beth stands up straight, trembling with frustration, arms folded primly across her breasts, caught under the bright lights of the bowling alley in nothing but her panties. Wolf-whistles and cries of “Take it off!” fly across the room. You can see her soul leave her body at the prospect of having to strip down.

You smile at her. Relishing every moment of her suffering.

Applause fills the room as Beth hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and peels them down her thighs, hating every moment. She kicks them off sullenly, drops them in the clothes pile and swiftly covers her pussy, not wanting the whole world to see that there’s still a U-shaped pink vibrator lodged in there.

“Oh my god, is that Beth?”

“She’s totally in my class!”

“Haha! This is priceless! Did she lose a bet?”

Lily’s already naked, sitting on a chair with only her arms as cover, doing her best to ignore the giggles as she watches the game. You send a bolt of pleasure her way, just to keep her on her toes, and say “Last chance, Kitty.”

“You guys told us this game was going to be fair! That’s why we agreed to play!”

“It is fair, Kitty. We even gave you guys the larger team. Three against two. Not my fault you can’t get a strike to save your life.”

“But we have these… AHHH!... I mean, every time we… OOOOH!... it isn’t…. MMMMM! Oh, just shut up!” Kitty, in her panties, flounces over to grab a ball. She hurls it down the lane, barely even looking at it, and is rewarded by the sound of clattering pins.

“Strike!”

“Oh, no. Guess I have to take my shirt off!” The dozens of women in the bowling alley cheer lustily as you pull off your shirt, revealing a lithe tanned torso and washboard abs. The men applaud politely. “Okay, my turn.”

“Haha! I owned you! I won! I actually won! I kicked your ass! Oh, my god, I won! I made you take your shirt off! I beat Sitri at something! Oh, and if I win again I can make you take your pants off! I’m actually doing it! It’s finally happening! This is it, girls! This is where we turn the whole thing around! I…”

“Strike!”

“...oh.”

“Panties, please, Kitty.”

“Fuck.” The skater girl glares angrily at you, her cute little mouth set in a pout, as she yanks down her boyshorts. Her blonde bush shines in the bright lights as she tosses them onto the pile. She claps one hand to her pussy and gives you the finger, her little tits jiggling. “Don’t think this is over. You prick. I know you must have a weakness.”

“Maybe. But you have way more.”

“AAAAHHHHHH!” Kitty almost doubles over as the vibrations pulse through her clit and pussy. Meg jumps up onto a chair as you send more pleasure-blasts through to the other shamefaced losers, stripped down to their bowling shoes and not liking where this is going.

“Hey, everyone,” she announced to the room. “My three best friends just got their asses kicked in strip bowling! Who wants to see them pay the price?”

Roars of laughter as you motion Beth, Kitty and Lily to stand with their legs apart and their hands on their heads, one girl positioned at the mouth of each of three bowling lanes. It’s the best way you can think of to present them to the crowd. The pink vibrators lodged in their pussies are clearly visible as they move their hands.

“Hey, look! Beth’s a pervert!”

“So’s Lily! And Kitty!”

“Oh my god, ladies! What kind of bet did you lose?”

“Say the lines, ladies,” you tell them.

“Sitri! Fuck you!”

“Do you want to cum? Right now?”

“You’re such a… AHH! Wait! No!”

“Then say the lines.”

“I… I… we… we all suck at bowling,” chant Meg’s three best friends, nude except for bowling shoes, sweaty skin gleaming in the bowling alley’s bright lights, before a raucous, slightly drunk crowd of college students who they vaguely know. “Meg and Sitri kicked our asses! We totally suck, and they totally rule! And as our punishment, we’re going to serve drinks for everyone, naked and ashamed, the whole night long, while Meg and Sitri laugh at us and tell us how much we all suck!”

“That’s great, ladies. Oh, and one more thing.”

“What?”

“Cum.”