“It’s Robert Redford”

Bzzzt!

“I’m sorry,” Laura said, “but the correct answer was Michael Caine.”

Alice’s heart sank. One challenge in and she was already down. This was definitely not the start she’d had in mind when she signed the waiver that afternoon.

“Let’s see what you’ll have to do,” she continued, opening the wedge. “You’re lucky, this one isn’t too bad. Alice, you’ll need to take off your bra.”

From what I’ve seen of this show, that’s not that bad, Alice thought.

Still, the prospect of having to strip anything off was not something she looked forward to. Her heartbeat quickened. The hot lights left her nowhere to hide. Reluctantly, she reached behind herself and unhooked the simple, pink bra. Skillfully she slipped the straps off while keeping her white blouse on. The bra dropped below her shirt, flooding her face with heat as it did. Her plump breasts hung weightily on her chest.

“Thank-you, Alice,” Laura said. “Why don’t you give the wheel a spin for round two?”

She spun the wheel with a decent amount of ****. It clicked and clacked as it rotated. Finally, it slowed and stopped on an orange segment. Laura grabbed it and took a moment to read it.

“We’ll need one audience member to join us for the next contest,” she announced. “Jamie Miller, seat number 318, please come down to the stage.”

The crowd cheered. A spotlight highlighted him on his path towards the stage. He stopped in front of both of the women. Alice and Jamie shook hands. He wasn’t half bad looking--a redhead with a thin, tall body.

“Alice, Jamie,” Laura said, indicating each of them, “the contest you both face is a foot race. You’ll start at one end of the stage and run to the other end and back, a distance of about one hundred meters. Alice, if you win, you’ll get fifteen-thousand dollars.”

With that, Alice and Jamie walked to the starting line at the end of the stage and prepared themselves.

“Alice, are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she answered, trying to put on as brave a face as she could.

“Jamie, are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. On your marks, set, go!”

Alice took off as quickly as she could. Her breasts swung against her with each step--the lack of a bra was really hindering her ability to run. She took a glance at Jaimie. Thankfully, he wasn’t the fastest runner. They kept an even pace through the turn at the far end of the stage.

A ribbon was held taught at the start-finish line by two of the stagehands. Alice put all she could into running as quickly as she could. It was definitely going to be a photo finish. Just three strides to go. Two. One. Deafening cheers filled the auditorium.