They Win Either Way

I find myself being run ragged, having to move wildly just to keep in the game, my naked body bouncing here and there, giving the on-lookers a show of my breasts bouncing, and ass shaking, with each sweaty attempt to stay in the game. My opponent, while far from perfect, is definitely making it difficult to score. All the while my body was being watched by an attentive crowd of beachgoers, inlacing, of course, my new roommate. The cheers and catcalls make it clear they were enjoying what they saw, and every moment my ass shakes, breasts bounce before them.

Just as I was getting into the swing of it, he spiked it down, scoring a point on me. He cheers, excited, and we soon resume, and it's not long before I get a point on him in exchange. We continue on, the time between either of scoring a point lasting several minutes a piece, and it's quickly clear those watching don't care so much about who wins or loses the practice match, so long they get to see me moving about, my exposed nudity on display before them. Energetic cries from the crowd, such as "She's a beauty!" and "Can't take my eyes off of her!", making their myth in seeing me made to perform naked before them clear.

Once the first trial was done, I noticed I managed to score the most points, though as I watched it was clear I would be remaining for a while longer. I was made to compete against player after player, without even so much as an announcement made. Not that those watching were bothered; they got to see me bouncing and gyrating openly before them, naked to the world.

After several rounds, in which I was made to play every time, did the gal in charge walked up, a casual smile plastered on her face, "I have to admit, I conceived the idea of a trail just as much to see how long I could keep you exposed before the crowd. I'd have to admit, you've exceeded my wildest expectations."

To which I blinked several times, surprised at what she just admitted, before finding myself smiling back, "It was just a ploy..." my voice trailing off as she giggled, "Yes, though you should know it was your boyfriend's idea.", to which I looked over at Michael, who simply shrugged back. As my mind raced, I found myself pleasantly enjoying what had just transpired, as my mind raced at what I should say to reply to the twist of fate...