Rachel has a mishap at the bar

Rachel stood at the bar, nursing her drink and scanning the crowd with an air of detached curiosity. The rooftop was packed, a sea of barely-dressed bodies in various states of humiliation and exhilaration. Her black dress clung to her curves, a final bastion of modesty after already losing her heels to the word. She glanced down at her bare feet and sighed. "Damn Maxine," she muttered under her breath.

Her gaze shifted to the people around her. A petite brunette near the bar was topless, holding court with a group of guys who couldn’t take their eyes off her breasts. Across the way, a muscular guy in a dog collar and leash knelt at the feet of a confident blonde in high heels. Rachel’s lips quirked up. Shoubu was wild, even by her growing standards.

Then her eyes found Sam.

He was standing near the edge of the crowd, his rock-hard dick on full display, his face flushed as he talked to Alex. That redheaded bombshell had draped herself over him like they were old friends—or maybe something more. Rachel felt a pang of something sharp, jealousy twisting with excitement. Her eyes lingered on Sam’s body a moment longer than she meant to.

She quickly turned back to the bar. “Get a grip,” she muttered.

The crowd erupted in cheers, drawing Rachel’s attention to the stage. The losers from the floor-wide GAME were lined up, their naked bodies illuminated by harsh spotlights. Josh and Maxine stood front and center, reveling in the energy of the moment.

Josh’s voice boomed through the mic. “"The options for their forfeits are:”

Rachel’s stomach dropped as her GAME device pinged.

You have heard the word "forfeit." Remove one article of clothing within the next 30 seconds or it will be randomly selected for you.

Her grip tightened on her glass. Damn it! She glanced down at herself, weighing her options. Stockings or dress? The thought of standing here in just stockings and nothing else was mortifying, but maybe she could slip the stockings off discreetly.

She turned toward the bar, angling her body away from the crowd, and bent down slightly, fingers fumbling at the tops of her stockings. The thin material clung to her thighs, stubborn and unyielding as the timer ticked down in her peripheral vision.

10... 9... 8...

Her pulse quickened as she struggled, pulling and tugging, but the stockings wouldn’t budge past her ankles.

3... 2... 1...

A soft chime from her device made her freeze. The crowd gasped. Rachel felt a sudden coolness on her skin.

Her dress was gone. Completely gone. She was bent forward, her bare ass and glistening pussy exposed to the throngs of people behind her. A collective murmur swept through the crowd, punctuated by whistles and cheers.

Rachel’s face flamed red, her body radiating heat as she straightened up slowly. She resisted the overwhelming urge to cover herself. No. If I cover up, it’ll just make it worse. She took a deep breath, deciding that the best way to handle this was to act like it didn’t bother her.

Straightening her stockings with deliberate calm, she adjusted them to sit perfectly at her thighs before picking up her drink from the bar. The cold glass was a stark contrast to her overheated skin as she took a slow, measured sip.

The brunette she’d noticed earlier giggled loudly, whispering something to the guys around her, who all turned to gawk at Rachel’s exposed body. The leashed guy on the other side of the bar raised an eyebrow in approval, while the blonde controlling him gave Rachel a knowing smirk.

Rachel’s heart pounded, her cheeks ablaze, but she refused to let it show. She turned back to the bar, pretending not to notice the stares drilling into her. Another sip of her drink steadied her nerves, even as her skin prickled with the sensation of being completely exposed.

This is Shoubu, she thought. Might as well get used to it.

Rachel stood tall, her nakedness now a statement of defiance. She locked eyes with a group of gawking guys near the edge of the bar, smirked, and raised her glass in a mock toast.

“Enjoy the view, boys,” she muttered under her breath.

She didn’t need her dress to own the room. Rachel turned back to the stage, determined to focus on the chaos there rather than her own predicament. But even as she did, she couldn’t stop the heat building low in her belly, the thrilling mix of humiliation and power that Shoubu seemed to ignite in her every time.

Her gaze drifted back to Sam across the rooftop. He was still talking to Alex, his body stiff with arousal and nerves. For just a moment, their eyes met, and Rachel gave him a small, knowing smirk.