Jasmine needs that letter! Play the game!

"Alright ladies! Line up!" Coach King cried. All the girls cheered and lined up at the three-point line. Jasmine, usually at the front, brought up the rear. She was walking rather stiffly, not believing this was happening to her. The first girl took her shot. The basketball bounced off the rim and onto the court.

"Take it off sweety!" Coach King shouted. All the other girls began chanting "take it off, take it off." As if to make a show of it, the student spun around, pulled her jersey off, and whirled it around her head. Everyone but Jasmine cheered. The girl was now just in her sports bra. Jasmine could feel the terror creep up into her. This was really happening. No! She had to keep her cool! She had to focus! If she started losing...there's no telling what they orb could make them do.

The game proceeded like normal, albeit girls were shedding their clothes. Jasmine took and made every shot she took. Other girls were not so lucky. Many of them had removed their bras, and their breasts were bouncing around for all to see. Others still, who had already lost, were stark naked in tennis shoes, sitting on the sidelines with their pussies exposed, and laughing like it was normal. It was very distracting to Jasmine. The sports prodigy made her first few shots, but due to her nerves, one of her shots went errant. It bounced off the back of the rim, then the front, and went tumbling onto the court. Everyone cheered, as if happy to see the perfect player miss. Everyone instantly began chanting.

"TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!"

Jasmine didn't move. She stood, stiff as a board. After a few moments, Coach King blew his whistle, getting her attention. He was grinning at her again, this time wider.

"You knew the rules when you started playing!" he declared. "If you break the rules, you'll automatically get the punishment!"

All the other girls "ooohed," as if Jasmine was in trouble. Jasmine gulped nervously, and tried to tell herself that it was only a jersey and think of the letter. In a very unnatural fashion, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Everyone cheered riotously. She threw her jersey aside, her face burning with embarrassment. Finally, the game resumed.

Only Jasmine's head wasn't in it. She was too awkward and nervous about her exposed skin. After two rounds, she missed a basket again. She almost felt like crying, but everyone was chanting at her. There were only two other girls behind her, and they were in their panties. With even more humiliation, Jasmine took off her shorts. She had to focus.

She missed her next shot. Everyone cheered. Jasmine clenched for fists. She was going to have to remove her bra, exposing her breasts to the world. She had never felt so humiliated. Everyone else was cheering and chanting. With more will then she thought she ever had, Jasmine managed to pull off her sports bra. Everyone giggled and began commenting on her breasts. The girl's whole face and chest were red with humiliation. Here she was, down to her panties. She also couldn't help but notice that Coach King was eyeing her breasts as well. She could only imagine what the punishment would be!

One of the two other remaining girls missed. She groaned, as if she had lost a game of horse. With fanfare, she pulled her panties down and bared her crotch to the world. Everyone cheered as she danced over to sit with all the other girls. Jasmine felt sheer terror grip her. She had to focus! She had to! The remaining girl took her shot, and made it. Now it was Jasmine's turn. She stepped up to the three-point line, and took aim. All the other girls began chanting early: "TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!"

One of them even leaned forward and screamed. "SHOW US YOUR PUSSY!" Everyone laughed. Jasmine felt every hair on her body stand on end. This whole thing would be worth it, if she could just win. She had to make this shot!

Does she make the shot? Or does she miss?