Kim agrees to bet her clothes

“… Fine, you are on!” The bet was sealed. Kim sat on a stool with her arms crossed over her bare chest and tried to decipher just what the game was about. She didn´t have much time to ponder, for the Jerseys managed to score soon thereafter.

“Ha, suck it!” The blonde and her sassy friend leaped out of their seats to rub their victory on Kim´s face. “Hand over your first garment!”

Kim removed her Short-branded shoe with her feet and kicked it to the angry mob, who tore it to pieces in an instant. Yikes, they were like piranhas. Still, she wasn´t worried, she had another shoe and two socks to lose before she had to even consider getting indecent. What are the odds of the Jerseys scoring so much?

It wouldn´t be a nightmare if things went her way, now would it? Kim´s bare toes touched on the sticky and fluffy carpet of the bar. When did the spirits have time to paint her nails with the Shorts´ orange color? Kim had to hand to them, they were quite diligent when they wanted to be.

“Strip, strip, strip, strip!” the rest of the bar had gotten involved in her bet, now everyone was staring at Kim and waiting for her last piece of clothing to be fall off her nubile body. The chant was deafening.

Did the spirits foresee it would end this way? Or was Kim stripped once again out of her hubris? Either way, it didn´t make the humiliation sting any less in her flustered heart.

Kim´s trembling fingers painstakingly left her breasts to grab onto the waistband of her orange panties. With a deep breath, she yanked them down and kicked them away before she could have second thoughts.

“Oh come on…” Kim moaned, seeing that the spirits had also written anti-Jersey propaganda on her lovely rump. That was not going to make her any friends…

The bar erupted into cheers, almost as if they had won the match. Kim´s panties were destroyed with great glee, while she herself put her feet on the seat and tried to twist herself onto a little blushing ball.

The blonde pounded the table, causing Kim to almost fell out of her chair. “Well, you little cheat, seems like you got what you deserved. Time to get out of here.”

Kim **** herself to peek over her raised knees and stare at her rival. “Yeah, haha, you got me good. Care to be a good sport and offer me a drink before I go away?”

“What? So you can cheat on the bet? Unlike you Shorties, the Jerseys don´t cheat. Now scramble.”

“… I can´t, I mean I won´t until I got my free drink, damn it!”Now it was Kim´s turn to pound the table for dramatic effect. She immediately regretted calling more attention to herself and hugged her knees tighter.

“Well, the game isn´t over, how about we keep betting? Each time the Jerseys score now, you´ll have to do a forfeit.” The bar cheered at the proposition, but Kim paused. With those crocodile smiles, she felt like a little fish in a very dangerous pond. Her heart was pounding already, who knew what they were going to ask of her? Could she do it?