The game begins

Ayesha comes back out and Gina puts her encouraging face back on. She can’t fathom how her roommate must be feeling - the least she can do is bury her own nerves and support her friend.

But behind her unworried mask Gina wonders, What the hell is she wearing?

The jumbo tv screens above the stage facing the audience turn back on, showing the host and contestant, and Dani addresses the audience. “All right, Ayesha is dressed and ready to play. But first, let me explain the rules.”

“We can’t see it right now, but Ayesha is wearing a blue string bikini. Emphasis on “string,” because these are tied very precariously. No double knots here, just single bows with big long loops. Imagine how easy it would be to get them caught on something? One wrong move and she’d be exposed.

“But over that bikini, Ayesha is also wearing a very long, very thin, white shirt. It goes down almost to her ankles, so I’d call it a dress, but -” she gestures at it and makes an exaggerated scowl. “It’s so baggy! No shape at all. It hides that banging body that our contestant is rocking. Although for some reason I suspect she’s probably happy about that.” She grins at the camera.

“Because if we see it…” She pauses and points her microphone towards the audience. “...We can fuck it!” they shout enthusiastically.

Dani continues. “As a reminder: if she loses, we can fuck her face, her hands, her feet, and anything else we’ve seen during the challenge. If we see Ayesha’s labia, even for a moment, we can fuck her pussy. If we see one full nipple, we can fuck her tits. If we see over half of her ass cheeks,” Dani cocks her hip and slaps her own ass, “we can can fuck her ass. And by ‘we’ see, we mean cameras that are at or above the eye level of our audience. So these cameras count,” the jumbo tvs quickly swap between views of Dani and Ayesha from a few different camera angles, “while these would not.”

The view switches again: from the floor looking up at Ayesha from behind, the harsh stage lights perfectly silhouetting her body through the thin shirt. Then the view switches again, and Gina gasps. Somehow Ayesha is standing directly above a camera recessed into the stage pointing straight up, giving the giant tv screens a perfect upskirt shot. The thin blue material of her roommate’s bikini clings enticingly between her legs, clearly highlighting the shape of her pussy lips.

Gina knew this was a pervy show, and yet she is shocked. Then the view on the screens changes one more time, to an obviously unaware Ayesha in a dressing room. Gina recognizes the sports bra that they chose together that morning as part of their now-useless clothing strategy. Her mouth drops open as the giant tvs show her clueless roommate pulling the sports bra up and over her head. Gina’s eyes widen and she feels strange flutters in her stomach as, on the screen, Ayesha’s perky C-cups bounce and jiggle in high definition and dark nipples start to harden as she reaches for a small, stringy blue bikini top.

The view cuts back to Dani, who’s smirking knowingly at the audience while Ayesha looks a little confused, her eyes darting around the stage, trying to spot which cameras Dani was talking about. Belatedly, Gina closes her mouth and plasters a smile back on her face.

She must have known this was going to happen, right? She’s watched the show. Yes. My roommate must be more of an exhibitionist than I thought.

“Now, knowing all of that, Ayesha has a choice to make.” A zoom in of her face shows her eyes widening in surprise. “She can choose to keep wearing everything she has on, and attempt our challenge. Or she can get two tries on that challenge! If she wins either on her first or her second try, she’ll win the fortune, and be fucked only if she loses both times.

“To get that second try,” Dani continues, “Ayesha will have to give up something. Either the thin white shirt, or everything underneath it.” Dani turns dramatically to her quietly panicking contestant.

“Well sweetheart? What will it be?”

Ayesha has been simmering in a state of arousal all day, and it’s only gotten worse as she’s gotten in front of the cameras in such a **** outfit, to say nothing of the petite succubus of a host, flustering Ayesha with her flirting. But now she’s simultaneously in a panic. They’ve thrown all her careful plans out the window by making her change clothes, and now they’re making her make strategic decisions at the spur of the moment? On camera!

She tries to shake the haze of arousal off and think. The bikini could be easily undone, that's a problem, but the shirt… would probably be sheer if it got wet! “Dani, if the shirt gets wet, does that count as “seeing” me for purposes of…” she trails off.

“For purposes of what, Ayesha?” Dani asks with wide-eyed insincerity. There's no way Dani doesn't understand the question. She just wants to hear Ayesha to say it.

“...For purposes of how - where - you get to fuck me if I lose.” Oh, being **** to say that out loud is *doing things* to Ayesha. She knows if the takes off her bikini bottoms now they’ll definitely have a wet spot.

“Mmm, I love hearing you say those words to me, Ayesha. ‘How I get to fuck you if you lose.’ I tell all our girls that I’m rooting for them, but you make me want to make an exception.” Dani bites her lip. “But to answer your question, which is very clever - no! If you give us a one-woman wet t-shirt contest, nothing we ‘see’ through the shirt will affect your punishment if you lose. Are you planning to lose, Ayesha?” Dani asks throatily.

She doesn’t take the bait and thinks. In that case, the floating strings of the bikini sound like more of a liability than the shirt. I mean, if it gets wet, I’ll still be practically naked on live tv…but being in just the bikini isn’t much better. And if I lose…” she shudders, though with fear or arousal she couldn’t say. Yeah. I definitely need to take something off, two chances is worlds better than one. And the shirt sounds a little safer.

Decision made, she speaks hurriedly. “Then I’ll take my bikini off to have two chances at the challenge.”

Dani waves her hand, beckoning Ayesha to continue. “Well, then, go ahead.” She and the audience all stare intently as Ayesha awkwardly pulls her arms inside the billowing shirt.

A tiny bikini top falls to the ground at her feet, followed by a bikini bottom. The camera zooms in on the dark wet spot on the bottoms for a long moment.