The premise of The Smash Bet actually did happen, although the 'penalties' for losing were greatly exaggerated for the sake of fantasy. Aside from some minor details, the following story is completely true.
Five or six years ago, I matched a guy on Tinder and we got talk to talking. He said I'd actually talked to him before, but I had ghosted him, which isn't really a surprise, because I do that a lot. I go through moods where I'm interested and disinterested in dating, and I get a lot of matches that I never follow up on. I ended up thinking, well, if I matched him twice, I might as well give it a shot. We got to talking about Smash, and as a competitive person, I do enjoy some friendly trash talk banter. I baited him into a competition by really exaggerating how good I was. What guy is going to turn down a strip game with a hot girl in her 20s?
I actually was a pretty decent Peach player in Melee, but it had been a long time since I'd played, and in any event, it didn't matter, because what we actually ended up playing was one of the newer versions of Smash, which I had literally never played before. If you're asking why I'd make a bet on a game I've never played, well, I have a fantasy of being reluctantly stripped by a guy that I barely know, while doing everything in my power to try to win and save my dignity. Obviously, I wanted to lose, but I wasn't going to tell him that.
I really talked myself up and acted like I was going to destroy him, and we made a bet on it. We would play games of 3-stock with no items, and each time you lost a round, you also lost an article of clothing. I added in that if I won, he would have to buy me dinner, and if he won, he could have his way with me for 20 minutes, with the stipulation that I didn't want to have sex. I enjoy sex, of course, but I also enjoy being STD-free, and I wasn't ready to engage in that kind of risk with someone I didn't know that well.
I agreed to just come over to his house that night and play the game, because I was extremely turned on by the idea of fulfilling one of my fantasies of being stripped by someone I had just met. I'd honestly never recommend anyone do what I did and go over to a stranger's house like that. It was risky behavior, but I was young and impulsive.
I arrived at his place and it was a student apartment not too far from the main campus. When he came outside to meet me, he was really tall and he had a southern accent. He was attractive just like in his pictures, but after talking with him a bit, I was a little disappointed. While he said he was pre-med over text, I just didn't get the feeling that this was a future doctor. I was expecting someone super well spoken and smart, but that wasn't the vibe I got from him at all. But he was hot, so I overlooked it.
When I went to his bedroom, he had a huge TV set. Practically filled up the whole wall. It was pretty cool playing Smash on such a huge screen. And he had actually ordered me dinner, Mexican, which was nice of him. We went ahead and started playing the game.
He gave me a few rounds to practice against the AI before we started our real match. I kept up the trash talk and started off with Peach. I couldn’t take a stock off of him. Lost my shoes and socks. I tried complaining his Marth character was too good, to use someone else. He kind of laughed like it wouldn't make a difference, and he switched to Bowser. Now if you don't know much about Smash, Bowser is a pretty slow character and not considered particularly good. I faired a little better against Bowser, but in the end, it was still a pretty one sided match in his favor. At that point, I'm losing my shirt. He asked if it's okay if he removes my clothing for me. I said okay. He took off my v-neck and revealed my pink push-up bra underneath. I had ample cleavage. Let's just say my boobs are a bit more more than a handful.
He continued to play Bowser and I continued to lose. He took off my jeans and I was down to just my underwear. This wasn't going particularly well for me. It was incredibly one-sided. He asked if I want to stop playing and do something else, because he was worried I wasn't having fun losing over and over. It was actually a little irritating, because losing over and over was kind of the whole point. In my fantasy, he'd be making fun of me for losing, but he was just too darn respectful. I wanted him to brag about winning, but he was too nice. I mean, with all the trash talk I had been doing, I totally deserved to be made fun of!
Now that I was down to my underwear, he switched to Jigglypuff. Yes, that's right, the reason I ended up naked is because I got beaten down by a fucking Jigglypuff. But that didn't stop me from trash talking. I told him there was no way he was seeing me naked and that he'd never beat me with JIGGLYPUFF. Spoilers: he won. He removed my bra and I played the next round holding the controller while covering my breasts with my arms, which didn't really work out that well, and it did not take long for the panties to come off, too. At that point, I'm completely naked. Despite my very best efforts, I wasn't able to win a single match, and he had stripped my clothes off one by one. It made me wet when he removed my underwear, because I had no choice in the matter. I'd been powerless to save my clothes despite giving everything I had to try and win a single match.
But it wasn't over yet. There was one more round to play to determine the 'final' winner and I had to play the match with nothing on. There was still a "chance" that I could preserve my dignity. Needless to say, being naked did not exactly help me play better, lol! I tried to play the match while preserving some modesty by covering up my body with my arms and legs and it ended up being the shortest game of the night. K.O. Game over. I couldn’t cover myself up anymore. I had agreed to let him touch me anywhere he wanted to. I put my arms down, knowing that I couldn’t hide anymore.
He proceeded to have his way with me, while being respectful of my wishes to not have intercourse. He grinded on my pussy and squeezed my breasts and ass, and it was hot, because I couldn’t say no. His hands roamed wherever they wanted and I reveled in the fantasy that I couldn’t stop him, that my body in that moment belonged to him, because I bet my body and I lost. I loved it every time he squeezed my breasts while I pretended that I didn't want him to, when he gave my butt a good slap and it jiggled. This guy was having his way with me because I had stupidly wagered my body and lost and there was nothing I could do about it. When he asked me to suck his dick, I agreed, and it made me feel so slutty. Here I was sucking this guy's dick, and I had known him for only an hour. Eventually, I finished him off with my hand. It was pretty easy to make him come, and then I masturbated myself to an intense orgasm while he sucked on my nipples.
After I finished, I got dressed and left right away. I didn't actually have that much chemistry with him and he wasn't what I expected, and the scenario hadn't really quite lived up to my ideal. I had wanted him to do more trash talking and make fun of me for losing, but the experience ended up being a little more vanilla. But hey, it's never too late to try again, right? Surely there are other smash players out there.
