Erica - Lingerie dare

The words sent a shiver down Suki’s spine—pet. The way Anita said it, low and teasing, made her stomach tighten in a way she didn’t fully understand. She knelt there, her thighs pressed together, her fingers curling into the carpet as the girls laughed and clapped around her.

Erica leaned forward, her green eyes glinting with mischief. "Since you're so good at acting like a pet, why not dress like one?"

Suki’s breath hitched.

Erica didn’t wait for an answer. She sprang up with the energy of someone who had been waiting for this exact moment. "Be right back!" she sang, darting out of the room and up the stairs.

The other girls exchanged glances, smirks playing on their lips. Cathy stretched lazily, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."

Suki swallowed hard. Her pulse hammered in her throat, her skin prickling with a mix of nerves and something else—something hot and liquid that pooled low in her belly. She should protest. She should say no.

But the thought of backing out now, of disappointing them, made her chest ache strangely.

Erica returned moments later, clutching a small bundle of black fabric. She held it up with a flourish—a delicate lace bralette with tiny cat ears sewn into the cups, matching panties with a ribbon at the front, and a sleek black headband with perky feline ears.

And then—

Suki’s eyes widened.

Erica dangled something else between her fingers: a slender, black silicone tail, the base flared into a smooth, tapered plug.

A whimper caught in Suki’s throat.

"Not that yet," Erica said with a wicked grin, tucking the plug back into her pocket. "First, the outfit."

Allison let out a low whistle. "Damn, Erica. You just had that lying around?"

Erica smirked. "What can I say? I like to be prepared."

Jo tilted her head, her unseeing eyes somehow knowing. "Suki? You okay with this?"

Suki’s fingers trembled where they rested on her thighs. The idea of stripping in front of them, of letting them dress her up like some kind of plaything—it should horrify her. It did horrify her.

And yet.

Her skin felt too tight. Her breath came too fast.

Slowly, she nodded.

The girls cheered, their voices a chorus of encouragement and teasing.

"Go on, then," Anita purred, lounging back on her elbows. "Let’s see you."

Suki’s hands shook as she reached for the hem of her blouse. The fabric whispered against her skin as she lifted it, exposing the smooth, pale plane of her stomach, the delicate curve of her ribs. The air was cool against her flushed skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.

She hesitated, her arms crossed over her chest, suddenly hyperaware of her small, pert breasts—her A-cups that barely filled her plain white bra.

"Don’t stop now," Allison teased, her dark eyes gleaming.

Suki bit her lip. Then, with a shaky breath, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.

The straps slid down her arms, the fabric falling away to reveal her pink, pebbled nipples, already stiff from the cool air—or maybe from the way they were all looking at her.

Cathy let out a soft, appreciative hum. "So pretty."

Suki’s face burned. She reached for the cat bralette, her fingers fumbling with the delicate lace. The material was soft against her skin, the cups barely containing her breasts, the tiny ears perking up over her nipples in a way that made her feel absurd.

Exposed.

The girls cooed and clapped, their approval sending another rush of heat between her thighs.

"Now the skirt," Erica prompted, her voice dripping with amusement.

Suki’s hands hovered at the waistband of her pleated school skirt. She hesitated, then slowly undid the button, letting the fabric slide down her legs to pool at her feet.

Her plain white panties were next.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she pushed them down, stepping out of them with unsteady legs.

The air kissed her bare skin, her dark, untrimmed bush a stark contrast against her pale thighs. She could feel their eyes on her, tracing every inch of exposed flesh.

"Damn," Anita murmured, her gaze lingering between Suki’s legs.

Suki’s entire body flushed. She snatched up the matching panties—a scandalously small scrap of lace with a little bow at the front—and hurriedly stepped into them, tugging them up over her hips. The fabric clung to her, the seam pressing against her slit in a way that made her thighs tremble.

Erica held out the headband next. "Last piece."

Suki took it with trembling fingers, settling it carefully atop her dark bob. The ears twitched slightly with her movements, ridiculous and humiliating and—

Oh God.

She could feel herself getting wet.

The girls erupted into cheers, their laughter and applause ringing in her ears.

"Look at you!" Sam cooed.

"Such a good little kitten," Allison purred.

Suki’s breath hitched. The praise, the teasing—it sent a bolt of heat straight to her core. She stood there, half-naked, dressed like some kind of pet, and the worst part was—

She liked it.

Erica’s grin widened as she reached into her pocket, her fingers brushing against the silicone tail. "Ready for the real fun?"

Suki’s pulse spiked.

Oh no.