follow through with the bet

Sophie smirks, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I thought you'd never ask," she says, leaning in close to Emma's ear. "I want you to do anything I say."

Emma feels a shiver run down her spine at Sophie's words. She knew she was in trouble now. "Anything?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly.

Sophie grins, her teeth gleaming in the sunlight. "Yes, anything," she replies, taking a step back to admire Emma's discomfort.

"You know, I've been watching you for a while now. I must say, you're quite the specimen. I bet you'd look even better without those clothes."

Sophie's words sent a shiver down Emma's spine. She knew she was in trouble now.

Emma tried to gather her thoughts, but all she could think about was the bet and the consequences that came with it. She looked around nervously, hoping someone would come to her rescue. But the crowd had dispersed, leaving her alone with Sophie and her team.

Sophie stepped closer, her eyes fixed on Emma's body. "Take off your shirt," she commanded, her voice echoing in the empty stadium.

she watched with a smirk as Emma nervously pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her black sports bra. "That's a good girl," she purred, licking her lips. "Now, what about those shorts?"

Emma hesitated for a moment before slowly untying the knot at the waistband of her shorts. She took a deep breath and slid them down her legs, revealing her black lace thong.

As she stood there, exposed in front of Sophie and her team, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed and humiliated.

Sophie watched with a smirk, her eyes fixed on Emma's body. "You look even better than I imagined," she purred, licking her lips. "Now, let's see those beautiful breasts."

Emma's heart raced as she undid the clasp of her sports bra, revealing her perky breasts to the crowd. She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she knew she had to follow through with the bet.

Sophie's eyes were glued to Emma's body, taking in every curve and contour.

"Take off your panties too," Sophie commanded, her voice low and seductive. Emma hesitated for a moment, but the threat of losing the bet made her comply. She slid her fingers down her body, hooking her thumbs into the sides of her lacy thong and slowly peeling it down her legs, leaving her completely naked in front of Sophie and her team.

Her feet were the only thing covering her body now, her socks and running shoes the only thing separating her from the cool grass beneath her feet.

Emma felt a wave of shame wash over her as she stood there, exposed and **** in front of the crowd.