The award ceremony

Announcer: The women hit the showers and got dressed, just in time to find out some very special surprises.

Angela and the women were congregated on a large platform. On it was a single small, low pedestal, like the kind Olympic winners stand on. Next to Angela, there was an enormous locked chest. Behind and above the women was a massive backlit digital leaderboard, looking much like a swimming scoreboard. The women’s names were listed in glowing letters down the left side, in the order they crossed the finish line, with Jane at the top and Brenna at the bottom. Next to their names were numbers from 1 to 16, again indicating the order they crossed the finish line. The right side of the leaderboard was currently a large empty black space.

“Jane,” the host said, “as our first-place winner, you get three stars.” Three gold stars appeared to the right of her name. The women clapped politely. Jane smirked smugly.

“Carmen, as second place, you get two stars. Macie, as third place, you get one.” The stars appeared in their proper places. She continued, “Brenna… as the player in last place, you lose one star on the leaderboard.”

“But I don’t have any stars,” Brenna protested.

“That’s right. You’re currently at negative one stars.”

The empty red outline of a star appeared next to Brenna’s name. Her mouth gaped in disbelief.

A message appeared at the bottom of the screen: “for all our women’s latest stats and scores, go to BaredEssentials.nude.”

Angela continued, “Now, it’s time to reveal the best rule of all: the woman who comes in last place in a challenge permanently loses an item from her wardrobe!”

There were looks of shocked confusion.

“What does that mean?” she continued. “Anyone who loses clothing as a punishment can no longer wear that type of clothing outside of challenges.”

The women had various reactions, from gasps of shock, to frowns, to naughty smiles.

“Brenna,” Angela said, “ would you please come stand on the platform?”

Brenna’s face dropped as the realization slowly dawned on her. She slowly walked to where the host was standing, hunching her shoulders and looking down as she walked. She stepped up onto the small platform, elevating her above everyone else.

“Shoes off,” Angela said.

Brenna looked relieved. She could live with just losing her shoes.

Angela continued, “Brenna, as the loser of the challenge, you are the first to receive our special punishment. Please remove your pants.”

What was going on? They said she only had to lose one article of clothing. This would leave her in only her t-shirt, socks, and panties. Brenna embarrassedly unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them down. She stepped out of them one foot at a time.

“Please give them to me,” Angela said, sticking out her hand.

Brenna sheepishly handed her pants over to the host. Angela opened the top of the giant chest, dropped Brenna’s pants in, and closed the lid. Then, she pulled out an oversized key from between her ample breasts, stuck it in the chest, and turned the key to lock it. She then tucked the key back into her cleavage and smiled.

“You can put your shoes back on now, sweetie.”

Brenna staggered slightly on the platform as she tried to pull on her sneakers again. She felt painfully aware of everyone’s eyes on her as she crouched down to lace them. Still, she tried to conceal herself as much as possible. She was afraid the outline of her vulva or buttocks would be visible through the thin, clinging fabric of her white cotton fullback panties. When she walked back over to the group, she stood stiffly, with her hands held awkwardly in front of her crotch.

Angela continued, “Remember, ladies, clothing is a privilege, not a right. Especially on this show. Lose a match, and you lose your clothes!”

Brenna: “Is she serious? I can’t wear pants anymore?”

Jane: Smirking, “That’s what you get for being a quitter.”

Gwen: “Man, sucks to be Brenna.”

Anais: “Zere are worse zings zat could happen zen losing your clothes. You would have to lose every challonge to get naked, no?”

Macie: “As long as I keep winning, I have nothing to worry about … and I’m gonna keep winning. I am.”

Penelope: “I came in second to last. If Brenna had kept going, I would have been last. I would be the one getting my clothing privileges taken away from me. I need to try harder next time.”

Back on the platform, Angela said, “There is some good news for our losers however! Each woman will receive a number of coins equal to her position in that event’s ranking. That means Jane, as first place, you will gain 1 coin, Carmen will gain 2, and so on. Brenna, you get 16 coins! Congratulations on coming in last! Everyone give her a hand!”

As everyone applauded, Brenna shrank as she protectively tucked her shoulders in.

“Brenna, you’re not clapping,” Angela said. “Give yourself a hand, too!”

Brenna blushed like crazy as she lifted her hands to clap. Her body was indeed slightly visible under her thin white panties. The underwear revealed the darkness of her pubic hair underneath, and conformed to her pussy cleft in a slight cameltoe. The camera made sure to take in this detail in a closeup.

The whole group continued to clap and cheer for an uncomfortably long time.

Sadie: “I’d take my pants off for 16 coins. Sh*t, I’d take my pants off for 8 coins.”

Director: “You have 8 coins.”

Sadie: Oh, really? F*ckin’ A!

A message appeared at the bottom of the screen: “What do you think our next challenge should be? Go to BaredEssentials.nude and put your vote in the comments!”