Jamie wins!

“What a great race!” Laura told the audience. “Congratulations, Jamie.”

Alice felt a pit form in her stomach. It had been such a close race and yet she’d lost for the second time. Her heart raced as she waited for Laura to read out what would happen next.

“Alice,” Laura continued, “for failing to beat the challenge, you must take off your shirt and pants.”

She stood there for a moment, not really comprehending the situation. Slowly, the cheers from the crowd and the bright lights on her came into focus. Shamefully, Alice unbuttoned and dropped her jeans to the floor, her pink panties in full view of the audience. She swiftly lifted her shirt over her head and managed to cover most of her breasts before anyone could get a good look. She felt very **** standing naked--or nearly so--on the stage.

“Now that our contestant is almost naked, it’s time to change the challenge wheel. The challenges will be tougher from here on out, as will the consequences! Alice, how are you feeling?”

“I’m nervous,” she answered. “It’s so much harder here than when you watch on TV.”

“Would you give the wheel a spin?”

Alice grabbed the wheel with one hand, making sure to cover herself as best she could, and gave the wheel a medium-strength spin. The wheel came to rest on a red wedge that Laura then plucked and opened.

“Alice, for twenty-five thousand dollars, your next challenge will be tug-’o-war. We’ll need a member of the audience for this one. Jeannie Malcolm, seat number 210, please come down to the stage.”

Her opponent was a rather portly woman in her late thirties or early forties with dark brown hair. The crowd cheered her on while the stagehands brought out a thick, brown rope with a piece of red ribbon tied in the middle. Two small cones marked the boundaries of the challenge area.

“Alice, Jeannie, please take your spots. The person to get the ribbon beyond their cone is the winner.”

Alice knew she could no longer cover her breasts and let them fall. She grabbed the rope and pulled it taut with her opponent. She exhaled and tried her best to block out the sounds around her and focus solely on the task at hand.

“Are you both ready?” Laura asked, snapping her to attention. She nodded that she was. “Ok. Three. Two. One. Pull!”

With a heave, Alice pulled on the rope, only to be met with an equal resistance. She leaned backwards and dug her feet into the wood-planked stage as much as she could. The rope did not budge. She slackened the rope slightly to try to tire her opponent, but the rope slowly began to move as she did. She could not afford to give anything less than her all.

Alice jerked on the rope, but the woman on the other end stayed strong. The rope moved ever closer to the cone that would signify her loss. She would have to do something in order to pull out a win for this contest.