Dare!

Melody takes a deep breath, gathering her courage, and says, “Dare.”

Her expression changes from nervousness to outright fear when Dinah’s face lights up with glee. “Good choice, girl. I dare you to get up on this table right here, put on some sexy music, and give us the hottest, sluttiest, raunchiest striptease you can muster!”

Melody is utterly speechless for a few moments, as if she isn’t really comprehending what she’s just been asked to do. After a long pause, she says, “Okay. I can’t promise you raunchy or slutty. I definitely can’t promise you hot. But you will see me get up on the table and dance as I take off my clothes.”

“Good enough for me, sweetheart,” Dinah replies with an encouraging smile.

Kayla pulls up a playlist on her phone and selects a slow, pulsing beat as Melody climbs up onto the table. At first the dark-haired girl seems unsure of herself, but after a few moments she starts moving to the rhythm, gyrating her ample hips and rubbing her hands slowly over her curves. You and the other girls clap appreciatively, grinning as she gets into a groove.

After a couple seconds of dancing, she pulls up her shirt enough to reveal her midriff, displaying a widening strip of smooth, pale skin. She bites her lip as she lifts it further and further, to the cheers of the small crowd.

“Hey girl, that shirt looks good on you, but it’d look better on the floor,” Kayla says, completely failing to finish the pick-up line with a straight face. Melody finally cracks a smile at the cheesy line as she flicks up the bottom of the fabric to display a quick flash of underboob before letting it fall.

“Remember, these girls haven’t had a match with you yet,” you remind Melody. “They haven’t gotten the chance to see that amazing body of yours firsthand. I think you should fix that.”

“Yeah, show us your tits!” Angelica yells.

Whether emboldened by your words of encouragement or by Angelica’s crude catcall, Melody finally works up the nerve to pull her shirt all the way off. It hits the floor and reveals a bust big enough to rival Dinah’s, clad in a skimpy purple bra, which isn’t substantial enough to keep it from bouncing around as Melody dances more and more energetically.

Everyone cheers excitedly at the sight, and Melody grins at the attention, cupping and squeezing one of her breasts in one hand. The other hand strays to her waist to pull down her skirt just a little bit, revealing the curve of one full hip and one of the strings of her panties.

An idea occurs to you as you watch her dance, and you reach into your pocket to dig out your wallet (without taking your eyes off her mesmerizing form). Producing a one-dollar bill from within its folds, you step forward and reach up to tuck it perfectly into her cleavage.

Melody giggles at the gesture as she undoes the clasp on her skirt, letting it fall away to put her teardrop panties on full display. She’s now standing before all of you in nothing but her underwear, and not much of that—and the crowd is loving it.

“Ooooh, I’d step into the ring with you any day,” Angelica calls out flirtatiously.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart, you’re gonna have to get in line,” Dinah says, playfully shoving her to the side. (Even a light push from her almost bowls Angelica over, and she falls back onto the couch, laughing.)

Kayla isn’t saying anything, but as you glance over at her, you can see her hand straying down between her legs. She yanks it back and looks away sheepishly as she realizes you can see her.

You look back at the table to find Melody performing the “grand finale” of her tease, turning a full circle to show off every inch of her body to the four of you (and many other partygoers who have stopped what they were doing to watch). The music reaches its crescendo, and she snaps up into a dramatic ending pose—chest out, legs spread, arms raised to the sky—as her audience applauds wildly.

“Can’t promise us hot, she says,” Dinah laughs. “Hon, if you had, you better believe you’d have delivered.”

Melody nods to her in thanks and muses, “You know, that was actually pretty fun.”

The prospect of Melody being more ready to expose herself is certainly an exciting one, but you don’t have much time to think about it—she’s choosing the next contestant now.