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Ch. 5 - Surprises

Although Annie was the tallest of the girls, she was still a good 2 inches shorter than Ryan. Even so, they were closer to eye level than he was with any of the others. Her eyes were already brimming with tears.

“Please, Ryan,” she begged. “I know you’re going to…to spank me…but PLEASE leave my panties on.”

“Leave your panties on? Why would I do that? I took everyone else’s off. Besides, it isn’t like your underwear is going to give you much in the way of protection…” Ryan replied.

“I know, but it’s embarrassing enough that you’re going to see them. I don’t–I mean, I’ve dated, yeah, but I haven’t let anyone see anything. I don’t want the first guy to see me naked to be like this! Please?”

Ryan considered this for a moment. He really had no intention of letting ANY of the girls off without some serious embarrassment, and it was extremely likely that he would be seeing ALL of them naked before the night was over if he had his way. Annie, though, was…different. Of all of the girls, Annie was the one that had always caught his attention. Maybe it was that she was a redhead, which made her stand out, or maybe it was the cheerful confidence she always seemed to radiate. She certainly had a pretty face, he thought, and her body was well worth appreciating. Her sleep shirt wasn’t transparent, and she clearly was wearing a cami under it, but the curves below were tempting, and he was eager to see what the legs he had so often admired in leggings looked like au naturel. Was she wearing granny panties? Briefs? A thong? No, never a thong. Not Annie.

Ryan had considered asking her out several times during high school, but had always seen her as being out of his league. The one time he had worked up the courage to invite her on a date had been thwarted when he tried to approach her at a class change, only to have Liz and Sarah appear next to her before he could even get more than a “hi” out. She had grinned, answered “Hi, Ryan!” and immediately launched into a conversation with Liz about a test they had later in the day, and Ryan, not wanting to risk getting shot down in front of his stepsister, had just walked on to his class. He hadn’t tried again.

Now she was standing there begging him to let her preserve her modesty. It was the one thing Ryan hadn’t expected to feel - conflicted - and he was silent for a few long moments. Annie looked more and more uncomfortable as the silence extended, shifting her weight from side to side and keeping a firm grip on the bottom of her sleep shirt, pulling the hem down firmly. How he would love to take that shirt off of her and see the glories underneath! If Jessica was any sort of an indicator, Ryan thought, what he would see would be food for fantasies for years to come.

But not this way, he thought. Not Annie.

He knew, however, that looking weak at this moment wasn’t going to do either. He needed the girls to be afraid, and to believe he would follow through on his threats. He would have to improvise.

“All right,” he said. “You want you keep your modesty? You can keep your clothes on. But there’s a price for everything, you know.”

Annie looked even more nervous now. “Price? What price?”

“If I agree to let you keep your clothes on, you agree that you will stand there, absolutely still, for the next five minutes. I’m going to send the others out into the hall, and they will wait there until I bring them back in after the five minutes are up. During that time, you are a statue. You don’t move, you don’t resist, and you don’t speak, no matter what I do to you. The only rule is that I can’t remove your clothing - anything else goes. ANYTHING, Annie.”

Annie’s eyes grew wide as saucers as she thought about how much Ryan could do with her clothing still on. She thought about his hands cupping her ass, his fingers probing between her legs, sliding along her cleft with only her panties separating his digits from her most intimate folds. Would he grope her from behind, grab her breasts, squeeze and play with them like she was nothing more than his toy? Would any part of her remain hers? And the only saving grace would be that he could only touch–not see? Her head spun. Which was worse - being naked and open to his gaze or being clothed yet free for his touch?

“Don’t do it, Annie!” Liz said, glaring at Ryan. “Just let him spank you bare - it’s just a spanking.”

“She’s right, Annie. It’s JUST a spanking. Of course, I might not just use my hand,” Ryan replied, coldly returning his stepsister’s gaze. “I’m pretty sure you’ve seen my sister’s hairbrush, haven’t you? It’s quite solid. I imagine it would pack quite the sting. But you’d just have to take your chances, wouldn’t you? I probably wouldn’t use anything bigger than the hairbrush. Not a belt or anything. Probably.”

“He wouldn’t do that,” Liz said tersely. “He may be an ass, but he’s not a sadist.”

“Before you say what Ryan will or won’t do,” interjected Jessica, who had gratefully put her clothing back on, “I’d like to remind you that YOU didn’t just get stripped naked and bruised up by your non-sadist brother. Annie, you have to make your own decision here, but for what it’s worth, I sure wouldn’t assume that you’d be getting anything less than the spanking of a lifetime.” She rubbed her backside gingerly. “I may not sit down for a day or two, and my dad knows a thing or two about spanking!”

The redhead clearly was petrified of either option. She looked from Jessica to Liz and back to Ryan, as if one of them would suddenly present her with the right choice and make everything clear. After a moment, however, it was Ryan who spoke up.

“Decision time, Annie. Which is more important to you - keeping your modesty or avoiding a butt-blistering?”

A few seconds passed before the tall girl whispered, “I won’t move. But my clothes stay on.”

Ryan smiled. “Deal. Now, if the rest of you would step outside, please, I have five minutes of private time with my pretty statue coming, and I’d like them undisturbed.”

The remaining four girls filed out of the room. “If he tries to break the rules,” Liz told Annie, “just yell.”

“Kick him in the balls for me, too,” Cassie said, giving Ryan a death glare. Then she and the others were out the door.

“Don’t get any ideas about leaving,” Ryan said to the four as he stood in the doorway to his room. “We aren’t done yet. Not by a long shot.”

“We’re not going anywhere, all right?” Sarah snarled.
Ryan nodded. He closed the door on the group, leaving them in the hallway to ponder Annie’s fate.

Inside the room, Annie was trying to steel herself for what was to come. Her entire body was tingling, anticipating Ryan’s touch. He could touch her ANYWHERE, and she had to stand there and accept it passively. He could run his hands over her breasts, pinch her nipples, even run his hands down her sides and over until they brushed her thighs, and then the space between. She let out a surprised gasp as she felt a brush along her inner thigh, so close to her cleft. He was touching her THERE! Oh, God, how could this be happening?

Then she heard Ryan step away from the door, and opened her eyes to see him halfway across the room. But then what was that touch? She thought. Then she blushed furiously as she realized what it was–not a finger, but a droplet! She was wet! How could her body possibly be betraying her this badly? Was it possible that any normal person could be turned on by this? By being forced to give themselves up entirely to someone’s whims? She had never been more ashamed before, and squeezed her eyes shut again, desperately wishing to be anywhere but here.

She felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, and immediately froze. Here it comes, she thought, trying to prepare herself for his touch. Instead, she heard a soft whisper in her ear.

“Annie - don’t say a word. Don’t move. Just listen, okay?”

The girl was about to nod, but instead stood stock still. She wasn’t going to give him any mistake to penalize her for.

Ryan’s voice continued, soft enough that no one outside the room could hear him. “I’m not going to lie. I want to touch you so badly right now that I can barely contain myself. You’re absolutely gorgeous, and I know that you’ll keep your end of the bargain here. But I’m not going to keep my end.”

Annie spun and tried to pull away, the implications of what he was saying making her panic. She was about to yell, but he clamped his hand over her mouth. “SHHH! Don’t scream or I’ll HAVE to do something, and it won’t be nice. Understand?”

Eyes bulging, Annie nodded her assent. He slowly let his hand drop from her mouth, and though she continued to look like a deer about to bolt, she remained silent.

“I know that you barely know me, and you have no reason to believe me, but I promise I’m not going to do anything to you here, ok? I just need for you to promise me three things. First, you will NEVER tell anyone the truth of what happened in this room during this five minutes. Second, if your friends ask–and they WILL ask–you will do your best to convince them you aren’t going to talk about it. Fake crying if you have to.”

“But why?” Annie whispered, confused. “I mean, I’m not complaining! But why are you doing this?”

“There’s one last thing I want from you if you want to make this happen.”

“What?” the redhead replied cautiously, still looking for the catch to this potential escape.

“I want to kiss you.”

“What?”

“You probably won’t believe this,” Ryan said, “and I’m not sure I would believe it either if I was in your shoes, but I’ve been trying to ask you out for nearly a year now. Remember all those times we ran into each other at the library, or both happened to show up at Wired Cat Coffee?”

“I mean, sure, but it wasn’t like you ever stopped to talk to me or anything – it was always, like, “Hi!” and “How are you?” and then you went and started studying somewhere,” Annie answered. “You didn’t exactly hang around like you wanted to chat, you know.”

“I know. I would try to say something, but I sounded so stupid…Anyway, I kept trying, but half the time you were there with Liz or one of your friends, and it was bad enough trying to ask you out when you were on your own. No way was that going to happen with an audience,” he chuckled. “But I kept trying. I kept thinking about how beautiful you are, and how much I wanted to go out with you so I could take you places that would make you smile, because when you smile you have this thing you do where you bite your lip, and I know it sounds ridiculous for me to say any of this right now given the situation, but I’m probably going to go insane if I don’t kiss you, so yes–that’s the third thing. I want to kiss you. Nothing else. I just want to kiss you, ok? I mean, considering the whole breaking into my room and trying to blackmail me thing, that’s a pretty small thing to ask, right?”

Ryan took a step forward. Before the girl could react, he was kissing her. It wasn’t an aggressive kiss, but a gentle one, the one that he had been thinking about for months. At first, Annie was frozen in shock, but as his arms encircled her, she pressed her hands against his chest. He thought she was trying to keep him from getting too close, but then he felt her melt into the warmth of the kiss, and her hands were no longer pushing, but sliding upward, brushing his chest and settling around his neck.

Annie’s own mind was now reeling. A minute ago she was facing humiliation and exposure, being fondled against her will, but now her body was alive and tingling from top to toe. Her breasts, now pressed snugly into his chest, were capped by obviously engorged nipples that Ryan could feel against his skin. His hands slid down her back, coming to rest at the waist, and he pulled back away from the girl. She let out a low moan of disappointment, both with herself and the way her body betrayed her, intermingled with a clear note of frustrated desire. It feels like I have a freaking lake in my panties, for fuck’s sake! I thought boys were the horny ones, so what does that make me? A freak? She prayed that the damp spot at her crotch wouldn’t be noticed by the other girls when she returned to them. She prayed she would get a chance to figure ANY of this out.

“Yeah,” Ryan said, letting go of Annie and stepping back. “That was just as amazing as I thought it would be.”

“Um..Ryan,” Annie said, “This is just…I mean, I don’t…”

“It’s ok. I understand. I just wanted to know what it might have been like, that’s all,” Ryan said, cutting her off. “I won’t mention it again. Just remember, though - you never mention this to anyone. You say anything about this to one of those girls out there, and the deal is off. You’ll be back to praying for mercy, but mercy is in short supply.“

Annie nodded numbly as he pushed her to the door. She wasn’t going to risk a worse punishment, to be sure. But after this is all over…why didn’t he just ASK? Not that she was an expert on kissing, to be sure, but she was certainly willing to do some more investigation of the subject with Mr. Ryan Billings.

“Oh, and Annie, I’m really sorry about this, but we have to make this convincing, ok?”

Before she could so much as look back, the redhead found herself on her toes and letting out a sudden wail as her underwear shot skyward, driven deep between her cheeks in a brutal wedgie. She felt herself turn bright red as she imagined Ryan’s view of her pale, freckled backside, split only by a thin ribbon of her candy-cane striped undies. Her hand shot back to try to free the cloth from her crack, but Ryan simply grabbed it and pinned it behind her. “I’ll let you down in a second - just open the door, Annie,” he said quietly, though the girl’s yelps would likely have covered normal speech.

Annie did as she was told. The others hurried back in to make sure their friend was all right, and then struggled not to laugh at the look of embarrassment and anguish on her face.

“Oh, Annie, you poor sweetheart!” Jessica giggled. “That has GOT to hurt! Let her down, you jerk!”

Liz walked over to her brother and punched him in the arm. “Ryan, you are such a BASTARD. I mean, seriously, it isn’t enough that you spank and strip her - you have to humiliate her as well?”

Ryan turned his grip on Annie loose and let the others pull her away. “You should probably watch the way you talk to me, Liz, given that it’s your turn over my knee. I certainly wouldn’t want to be upgrading to the next level of disciplinary spanking if I were in your shoes.”

“You aren’t seriously going to do this,” Liz said with a mixture of disbelief and disgust. “This is like the worst possible porn cliche, right?”

“Let me show you just how serious I am, Elizabeth,” Ryan responded. He took three quick steps over to her, even as she tried to back away, and he seized her by the ear. Liz squealed in pain as he used his grip to drag her to the bed, where he pulled her across his lap and began raining down spanks on her barely-clad backside.

Loving this story! Another great piece. I can’t wait to see what happens to Liz.

I can’t wait until Annie has to get naked. Great so far, love when you describe the naked bodies and we can really see it in our imaginations

Chapter 6 - Revelations

Liz began to swear colorfully at her stepbrother almost immediately and with the intensity usually reserved for daytime TV shows that traffic in confrontations with the man who is/is not cheating on you. Ryan halted his rear assault. “Elizabeth Billings! Such language! I think we need to take care of that. Get up!”

Awkwardly, Liz climbed off his lap, one hand rubbing her bottom through her pajamas. Ryan grabbed her arm and started towards the door, and as Liz followed unwillingly, the others backed out of the way of the pair, not wanting to draw attention to themselves and earn any extra humiliation at Ryan’s hands.

When they entered the hallway outside his bedroom and she saw where he was heading, Liz immediately dug in her heels. “Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me. There is NO WAY, Ryan. I’m not doing it!”

Ryan was stronger than his sister, however, and Liz was quickly yanked forward. “You’re not in a position to tell me what you are and aren’t doing, Liz.”

“I’m not 10!”

Ryan reached the bathroom and grabbed the bar of soap from the side of the sink. “I think washing out your mouth with soap is entirely appropriate right now, and I think you’re going to behave like a good girl. You know why? Because if you fight me over this, I’ll use the OTHER old punishment, and I know you don’t want that, right? Imagine what your friends would say if they saw you…”

Liz’s face turned bright red. She knew instantly what Ryan was talking about, and knew that the other punishment - the enema kit - was still under the sink gathering dust. She stopped struggling. “Fine. Let’s just get it over with.”

“You know,” her stepbrother responded, “I think that washing your mouth will help, but given the language and the behavior - sneaking on your STEPBROTHER to see him naked - well, you’re just a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

Liz snarled at him, but he kept talking, “You’re a dirty girl, and I think you need to be cleaned up. Turn on the shower, Liz.”

Now it was Liz’s turn to have her jaw hit the floor. Her eyes immediately filled with fear. “Ryan, please…”

“Turn on the shower, Liz. Now.”

The teen complied, looking back at her friends as if begging them to help. They just looked on in horror as Ryan walked over to the bathroom door. “The rest of you, I want you back in my room waiting for me. You sit, you do nothing. Unless someone else thinks they need a quick shower with Liz here?”

The remaining girls nearly sprinted to Ryan’s bedroom, abandoning their friend. “Well go ahead, Liz,” Ryan called out, loudly enough that the girls in his bedroom would hear him. “Get undressed and hop in.” He shut the door, locking it with a click, and turned to his stepsister, who was standing next to the now-running shower.

“You should be in theater, Liz,” Ryan said quietly.

“PLEASE, RYAN - I DON’T WANT YOU TO SEE ME NAKED!” Liz shouted, a grin on her face. “IT’S WRONG!”

“NOW!” he shouted back, trying not to laugh. “I think that ought to convince them,” he said to his sister, his voice dropping back down to a level impossible to hear outside the door over the shower noise.

Liz sat herself down on the bathroom counter, and Ryan sat on the closed toilet lid. “I figure about fifteen minutes will be plenty, don’t you think?” he said.

“You didn’t have to spank so hard,” she said, scowling at him.

“I had to make it look good, right? And let’s not forget who got a look at whom naked, so I think a few swats on the butt are nothing to complain about.”

“Yeah, yeah - I think I overpaid, actually, for that little thing.”

Ryan chuckled. “Your friends didn’t think so.”

“I told you they would do it,” Liz replied smugly. “Jess and Cassie can hardly think about anything but boys these days, and Sarah–well, Sarah’s just a bitch. She’d humiliate anyone for the giggles; a guy like you is just too good to pass up for her.”

“You were right,” Ryan conceded. “About all of it. Letting them see my dick was hard…”

“It sure was!” Liz interrupted snarkily.

Ryan rolled his eyes. “..but it was a small price to pay to get a chance to do basically anything I want to three hot girls.”

“Yeah–about that,” Liz replied, a look of great interest on her face. “Three hot girls–what happened with Annie? Did you make a move?”

* * *
Ryan and Liz had been jogging together a few weeks earlier. As both were fit, they were used to chatting easily during the long runs they took, and the two had been talking about a guy in Ryan’s grade that Liz had decided was potential boyfriend material. The two had come to an agreement soon after their parents married that they would help one another by checking around on any potential date the other one was considering. Ryan had asked around about the boy, who wasn’t in any of his classes, and had heard that he was a pretty decent guy – no history of drinking or being abusive or overly demanding of his past dates.

“What about you, Ry?” LIz asked. “Got your eye on anyone? I know it’s early in the school year, but people are going to start pairing up pretty soon, and you’ll be stuck with the leftovers. You’re a good guy–you deserve way better than that. You’ve gotta actually give me a name, though, if you want me to do anything.”

Ryan was silent. “Come on!” Liz pleaded, “You’ve got to give me a chance here! There has to be SOMEONE you think is hot, right?”

“Well, Cassie is hot,” he answered with a grin that made Liz roll her eyes.

“Seriously, Ryan, don’t even joke about that. I mean, I like Cassie and Jessica, but Sarah has turned them into something out of Mean Girls. They’d give you hell when you were dating, and worse when it falls apart.” Liz looked over as they turned a corner, making eye contact with Ryan. “I honestly hope someone takes them down a peg or two soon. Sarah’s probably hopeless, but Jessica is actually a pretty nice person, and Cassie…it’s like she wants to be seen for a change, and Sarah makes sure they get noticed.”

“What about that new girl I saw you talking to in the lunch line?” Ryan asked, trying to be casual. “I think she was a volleyball player or something? Red hair?”

Liz wasn’t fooled for a minute. “Ooooooooh! You DO have your eye on someone! That’s Annie–she’s pretty quiet, but she’s super-nice, and I happen to know she’s available…”

“I was just wondering who she was, Liz,” Ryan huffed, but his reddening cheeks were evidence enough for his stepsister. “I mean, I’ve seen her around, but I don’t actually KNOW her or anything.”

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Liz punched him in the arm without breaking stride. “You’ve got to talk to a girl if you want her to talk back, you know.”

“You make it sound so simple,” Ryan said grumpily. “You don’t know what it’s like to have to risk getting shot down in front of the universe.”

“Oh, please!” Liz scoffed. “As if you guys would even get CLOSE to asking us out if we weren’t giving you enough signals to land a plane with!”

The two slowed as they approached their house, walking back and forth a bit to cool down. “Well, maybe if she starts waving those flashlights around I’ll know she wants me to talk to her,” Ryan said. “I’m probably not her type anyway.”

“You are such a wuss! Do you want me to bring her a note with a little “Do you like me? Mark Yes or No” message?”

“Okay, I get it, I need to talk to her. I just have to get to know her a little first so I’m not just some rando.”

Liz and Ryan entered the house through the back door and left their running shoes on the mat. They padded over to the fridge and Ryan poured two glasses of cold water. Liz took a big gulp of hers, then her eyes brightened. “Hey, I know! You know how Mom and Dad are going out of town in a few weeks? I already invited Cassie, Sarah, and Jess to sleep over, but I could invite Annie, too! You can be all ‘cool big brother’ and get to know her. Maybe even ask her out?”

Ryan had dismissed the whole conversation, but just a few days later Liz, Cassie, Sarah, and Jessica were hanging out at the house and he overheard their Truth or Dare girls game though his hidden microphone. The wheels had started turning in his mind, playing out possible ways he could somehow get control of the teens. He needed to have them boxed in so far that they couldn’t just cut and run.

That’s when he had come up with his plan to lure the girls in and have them screw themselves over. He liked the idea of poetic justice. It would depend on Liz going along, however, and making the other three believe they were truly stuck.

When he shared the plan with Liz, he expected her to tell him that he was a total pervert and that there was no way she’d take part. However, Liz had been the victim of a nasty note posted on Instagram earlier that week, and was absolutely certain Sarah or Cassie had been responsible for it. She was happy to embrace Ryan’s plan to get the three girls naked, and to pretend that she was suffering the same indignities as the others.

The arrival of Annie, however, had thrown Ryan badly. He had no idea his sister had invited the girl after all, and now he was not only in the same house as his crush, but she was half-dressed upstairs in his sister’s room laughing. He was trying to figure out how to deal with the sudden change in the situation when Liz had come downstairs, ostensibly for a Coke.

“Are you ready?”, she asked.

Ryan returned the question with another. “What about Annie?”

“Use the time you get with her to talk to her, you idiot!”

* * *

Liz shut off the water in the shower. “We can’t take too long here or they’ll get suspicious. Or worse, they’ll think we’re actually doing something else, and that rumor will be all over the school in minutes.”

“Right,” Ryan said. “So how do you want to play this?”

WIth a frustrated sigh, the girl picked up the bar of soap. “I guess I’ll come out with this–ugh–in my mouth.” She peeled up the back of her pajama pants to get a look at her butt in the mirror. “Barely red, but enough to convince them you punished me, I think.”

“I could give you a few more and make sure?”

“Uhhh..pass. Not my thing at all, and don’t start getting presumptuous. Without me, your plan blows up completely,” Liz replied. “Just enjoy your toys for tonight and don’t get greedy.”

As the two returned to Ryan’s bedroom, Ryan assured her that he would. “I owe you for this, Liz.”

“Yes, you do. Big time.”

I was wondering...but a NICE twist, nevertheless!

Excited for the next chapter

Working on it. Today or tomorrow, I think.

Chapter 7 - Pawns

Ryan led Liz back into the bedroom, soap bar in her mouth and a look that could curdle cream on her face. Annie, Cassie, Sarah, and Jessica were huddled together on the bed, clearly talking to one another, but Ryan wasn’t worried about them plotting. If they were dumb enough to be planning something in front of a running camera, he could handle it.

“Punishments are over, at least for now,” he announced. “If you do what I tell you from here on out, we won’t need another round of these.” He took the soap from Liz’s mouth, and the girl immediately began wiping her tongue with her pajama sleeve. “Liz will tell you I’m not kidding about obedience. Isn’t that right, Liz?”

She glared at him with barely controlled anger. “Yes, Ryan. You asshole. SIR.”

Ryan smiled. “Good girl,” he said, and patted her on the ass. “Go sit.” His stepsister, shrinking from his touch, hurried to the bed with her friends.

“You five decided that you would make me your amusement, so I think it’s only fair you get to be mine now. You’re going to play a game for me. We’ll start with something simple that everyone knows how to play - spades. We’re going to play it a little bit differently, though.” He rummaged in his desk for a moment and pulled out a deck of cards.

“Liz,” Ryan continued, “since you just got to take that shower for me, I think you can sit out this game.” His stepsister refused to meet his gaze, and looked away from everyone else, clearly embarrassed. “That leaves the four of you to play. Sarah, you can partner with Cassie. Annie, you’re with Jessica.” Sarah looked like she was going to object, but Ryan just ignored her and went on. “I assume you all know the rules for spades - both teams bid for tricks, and you get 10 points per trick that you make if you make your bid, plus one point per extra. We’ll play that the first team to 200 points is our winner. However, we’re going to add our own special rule - each round, the team that gets the lowest score must remove two articles of clothing between them. To make it interesting, the losing team members will compare tricks as well, with the higher total getting to decide how many pieces of clothing each team member will remove. If they tie, they each draw a card from the deck. If there’s a tie, they draw again. The higher card gets to decide how to divide their team’s stripping duties.”

The girls all looked at each other with dismay. With 200 points as the target, it was at least theoretically possible that the game could be won in two rounds, meaning that the losing team would only have to remove four pieces of clothing total. That would mean both members could potentially escape in just their underwear and bras. You didn’t have to be a mathematics whiz, however, to see chances of that happening were almost zero, and it was much more likely that multiple girls were going to end up exposed.

Cassie and Sarah looked at each other with assessing eyes. Both were smart, and both had immediately realized that your partner was not really your ally in this game. If I lose a round, each thought, I have to be the high trick-taker for our side. If she takes more, she’ll make me take off both the articles of clothing and keep hers!

Annie and Jessica were also looking at each other, clearly thinking something similar. The taller girl, however, leaned over to Jess and spoke into her ear quietly:

“Look - Cassie and Sarah are already glaring at each other. Ryan’s trying to turn us on one another here. If we agree to always each take off one piece of clothing if we lose, we can lose two rounds without EITHER of us being exposed. We just have to trust each other and we’ll end up with the edge over those two.”

Jessica nodded her agreement. She’d already exposed herself for Ryan, so the stakes didn’t feel quite as high for her, but she was in no hurry to give him a second performance.

Ryan handed the deck of cards to Sarah. “All right, Sarah. You’ll deal first.”

Unhappily, the four girls sat down on the floor. Sarah shuffled quickly, then began dealing the cards.

Annie looked at her hand. She had the 2 of clubs, a couple of aces, and a mixture of junk. Not a good start. “I bid two,” she said.

Sarah bid a confident 5. Jessica looked at Annie and shook her head. “I’ll bid three.” Annie winced. If Sarah thought she could take as many tricks as the two of them combined, they were almost certain to lose this hand, and that would mean Jessica would likely be the one deciding who was stripping what.

It was Cassie’s turn to bid. “Five,” she said firmly.

Sarah looked at her angrily. “What are you doing, Cassie? There are only 13 tricks! If they think they have five, why would you bid so high?”

“Why would YOU bid so high?” Cassie retorted. “If we don’t make our bid, I’m not going to let you decide who will be undressing!”

“Bids are in,” Ryan interrupted. “Cassie and Sarah need 10, and Annie and Jessica need 5. Lowest club starts!”

Annie tossed her two of clubs and watched Sarah pounce on it with the ace. Jessica tossed a seven, and Cassie put down her three. Sarah then led back with the king of clubs, but much to her dismay, Jessica placed a three of spades on it. “You’re out of clubs already?” Sarah asked incredulously. “Shit!”

“Great. I hope you planned for some wiggle room there, Sarah, since you’ve already screwed us once now,” Cassie snapped. She tossed her useless six of clubs and watched Annie finish the trick with her five. One trick for each team!

Jessica then played the three of diamonds, clearly hoping to lead back to one of Annie’s high cards. Cassie looked at the three thoughtfully, then played the jack of diamonds. Annie happily played her ace - five tricks were looking a lot closer now, and making that goal was all that mattered - especially since it would mean Cassie and Sarah couldn’t make theirs!

Cassie looked to Sarah hopefully, but the curly-haired girl laid down a low diamond and Annie collected her trick. Now it was Annie’s lead, and she had a choice - play her other ace now and hope it would clear, or lead back a club to Jessica’s trump and hope Jessica could cash in before either of the other two girls ran out of clubs. The fact that Annie only had two more clubs in her hand made her choice easier - the odds were that both Sarah and Cassie had at least one of the remaining 8 clubs in their hand each were extremely high. She played the middle club, an eight, and watched happily as Cassie and Sarah both had to follow suit, while Jessica used another low spade to pick off the trick. 3-1! One more trick and they would block the other girls from winning; two more and they would win the round themselves!

Jessica chewed her lip. She looked hesitant, and played the 10 of spades. Cassie smirked and slapped the jack of spades down on the floor, making Jessica groan. Annie looked at her own hand, which had the queen of spades and the six of spades remaining. Which to play? She knew Jessica didn’t have the ace because of her reaction, but did Sarah have it, or was Cassie just trying to snag an extra trick? If she played the lower card, would Sarah be forced to drop the ace on her partner anyway?

Unsure of her choice, she played the queen, figuring that at least she would force the ace if it was still out. She was unhappily surprised when Sarah played the King of Spades and claimed the trick. Worse, Sarah then played the ace of spades. Jessica dropped the 9, Cassie played the two, and Annie was forced to give up her six. Now the game stood 3-3.

Sarah played another spade, the two, and Jessica played her eight hopefully, but Cassie swept it up with her nine. All Annie could do was lay off a junk diamond. 3-4. Cassie led back with a King of Diamonds, and Annie gave up her 10. Sarah and Jessica followed suit, and Cassie claimed the trick, 3-5. She then played the Queen of Diamonds, which held up all the way around. 3-6, and Annie was beginning to sweat.

Cassie, however, looked particularly unhappy. She knew she and Sarah were in trouble, still needing all four remaining tricks to make their bid, but she also knew that she was down to Sarah 3-2, and that if the pair lost, that meant she was going to be the one who was stripping. She could play a club or a heart, but she didn’t have the ace of hearts, and she didn’t have the king of clubs. That pretty much guaranteed that Sarah would win the trick if they took it, or that they would lose outright. Her only chance was to put Sarah in a position where taking the trick would obviously cost them another one later, and making her play low to her high card. She put down the jack of clubs.

Annie gave up a low club. She had three hearts left, including the ace, but would she get to play any of them? Then it was Sarah’s turn. To Cassie’s dismay, Sarah played the queen, leaving Jessica to play a junk heart. “Why would you do that?” Cassie shouted at her partner. “We had the trick won!”

“It’s the only club I had left! Didn’t you count?” Sarah angrily replied. 3-7, and now the last three tricks loomed very large indeed. Sarah tossed down the four of hearts, and Jessica played the 10. Cassie had no choice - she couldn’t let the trick go to Jessica, so she played her King of Hearts. Annie squealed and played the ace to claim the trick! 4-7, and now the question was whether they could take one more trick to win the round, or if Cassie and Sarah could cause them to fail their contract as well. She looked at Ryan. “What happens if BOTH teams fail to make their contract? How do we know who won the round?”

“Easy,” said Ryan. “Both teams lose - so both strip.”

Annie gulped. She had nothing but hearts to play, so she put down her nine. The Jack was still in her hand, but the queen was still out there, and her best chance was to force it out and hope the other player would lead a heart back. Sarah played her ten, and then Jessica, with a huge smile, dropped the Queen on the pile! Annie felt a wave of relief wash over her as she and her partner made the first contract, earning 50 points. The last trick went to Cassie, making the final count: 5 tricks to 8!

“That’s 50 points for Annie and Jessica,” Ryan said gleefully. He looked at Sarah and Cassie, who each had four tricks beside them. “Now let’s find out who will be making the decision for the losing side.” Scooping up all the cards, he shuffled them a couple times. Sarah was looking narrow-eyed at the cards, as if trying to read them. Cassie just looked like she was going to throw up. Ryan fanned out the cards and offered them to Sarah.

Sarah tossed her hair back over her shoulder, then reached out with a look of indifference on her face. She pulled a card from the deck, then flipped it over. It was a nine. With a smirk, she turned to Cassie. “Your turn.”

Cassie reached for the cards as if they were a poisonous snake waiting to strike. Her hand moved back and forth over the presented deck as she tried to choose. “Just pick one already!” Sarah ordered. “Either you win or you don’t! It’s not that hard to figure out!” Cassie, cringing at the other girl’s chiding words, snatched a card from the deck. She looked at the card, and then dropped it on the floor. It was a six. “Sarah…” Cassie said pleadingly, but before she could say anything else, Sarah turned to Ryan. “Cassie will be taking off our two items of clothing this round, Ryan.”

“Come on, Sarah!” Cassie cried. “We can hold out longer if we both give up one piece at a time! You know that’s the fair way to do it!”

Sarah snorted. “As if you wouldn’t have made me take off both pieces if YOU had won that draw. Come on, Cass–sisters before misters and all that, but when it comes to getting naked, it’s every girl for herself.”

Cassie buried her head in her hands, flushing bright red. She had always been EXTREMELY shy about her body, wearing her hoodie and jeans combination virtually every day, and it was only the fact that the colorguard wore flowing pants with their tight, sequined tops on game days that had allowed her friend to convince her to join. It was bad enough being out on the field in a leotard and stockings during the game, but at least she was far enough from the stands that it was difficult to pick her out in the line anyway–not that anyone would recognize her face with the heavy make-up they were required to wear. Now Cassie was going to have to remove her pajamas, leaving her in only her underwear, in front of a guy who she found extremely attractive–a guy who she had just seen naked!

Annie and Jessica looked sympathetically at their friend, but neither was going to volunteer to take her place. Jessica was all too aware of her recent nudity, and had no desire to repeat it, and Annie, while generous, had limits. She hoped to herself that Jessica would keep their bargain if they lost a round, and that she wouldn’t have to do anything worse than strip off her top. She could handle that, she thought, if she just pretended it was a sports bra or the top of a two-piece.

Ryan reached down and helped the very reluctant girl to her feet. “Ok, Cassie–two pieces of clothing,” he said. Cassie closed her eyes and didn’t move. After a moment, Ryan said, “That’s okay. I’ll help.” He reached for the hem of Cassie’s oversized T-shirt, which featured a large “Just What the Doctor Ordered” Dr. Pepper slogan. As soon as he touched it, however, Cassie flew into motion, jumping back and swatting at his hand. “Don’t!” she cried, “I…I can do it myself, okay?”

This time Annie did go over to Cassie. “It’s ok, Cassie,” she murmured. “It’s just underwear, and it’s only us and Ryan. You saw him NAKED. He’s just going to see you in underwear. No big deal, ok? He already saw your underwear when he spanked you, too.”

“Easy for you to say,” muttered Cassie. “You’re keeping your clothes on!” The tiny teen rallied her courage, however, and quickly shoved her shorts down to the floor, the oversized shirt still covering her fully.

“That’s one piece,” Sarah said helpfully.

“You aren’t helping!” Cassie hissed.

The brunette closed her eyes again. Maybe, she thought, it might be easier if I can’t see the look on his face when he sees me. She crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, then pulled it up and off. At least she tried to do so, but part of the shirt got caught on Cassie’s sizable bra, and she had to struggle for an extra moment to get her head free and unsnag the loose thread that had been caught by the slide on her bra strap. When she finally pulled the shirt away and dropped it to the floor, her face was nearly as red with shame as her shirt had been. Her black and white striped panties were on full display now, and the bikini pair showed off her backside’s curves, making them look even fuller and firmer. Redness peeked from under the lower edge of the panties on her backside, evidence of Ryan’s recent punishment spanking.

She hugged herself tightly as she felt the weight of everyone’s stares. Her bra was a plain, sturdy one that kept her sizable breasts well-covered, but the squeeze of her arms around herself drew attention to the ample cleavage that was present. Ryan was no expert, but he guessed that she must have been a C cup; on her tiny frame, they constituted a distraction that could stop traffic. Cassie, however, was clearly embarrassed by her bounty, though Ryan couldn’t for the life of him think why she would cover those beauties up.

Ryan stood there taking in the girl’s amazing body until he heard Liz clear her throat. “I know that you haven’t finished drooling over her yet,” she said sarcastically, “but you don’t have to torture her, ok?”

“I’m pretty sure you guys were the ones who wanted ME on display and started all of this,” Ryan said, turning on his stepsister. “If I want Cassie to stand outside naked in the driveway, then that’s for ME to decide. Maybe I should put ALL of you out there naked for the rest of the night. I could have you all holding up signs that say “Check us out! We thought we would blackmail someone!”

“All right, all right, calm your tits,” Liz said, rolling her eyes. “Look, you made the rules for this game. I’m just saying you should get on with it. The sooner you have them play the next round, the sooner you can see someone else undress, right?”

“Don’t help, Liz….” Sarah said bitterly. “Let him take his time.”

“No, I think Liz is right,” Ryan said. “Cassie, you can sit back down. Hope you can concentrate this round–losing anything more is going to get really awkward for you.” Cassie pulled her knees to her chest and made herself as small as possible. “And as for the rest of you, I guess we’ll see what we see, right?” He handed the cards to Jessica. “Shuffle and deal, Jess. We have lots to do yet tonight!”

Loving every chapter so far. Can’t wait to see another girl stripped!

Chapter 8 - There’s Always a Price

Jessica shuffled the cards, dropping a few nervously and scrambling to put them back in the process. She tried not to look at Cassie, who was hiding as much of herself as she could behind a pair of small, toned legs and her underwear. Looking at the embarrassed girl made Jess acutely aware that she could join her in near nudity or naked herself, and very quickly. THAT made her think her standing naked just moments ago, and the still-burning spot on her ass where Ryan had landed nearly every one of his punishment spanks. None of the thoughts made Jessica any happier, so she tried to push them out of her head and concentrate on playing cards.

First bid this time went to Sarah, who confidently called out “Three!” Next up was Jessica, and she bid “three” as well. Cassie, however, was clearly desperately afraid of having to undress further, and decided to underbid to avoid another loss. “One,” she said quietly. Sarah openly scoffed. “Really, Cass? At that rate, we have to win four more rounds to win the match, and that assumes Ryan doesn’t get bored and just strip us all.”

“One,” Cassie repeated, a little more firmness in her tone. “I”m not letting you bully me, Sarah.”

“I’m your partner, moron! Why would I bully my teammate?

“For the same reasons you always do—you’re bored, someone insulted you, they talked to a boy you like,…”

“Whatever,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes. “Fuck off.”

Annie spoke up, trying to cut the two off. “I bid three.”

Six tricks, Jess thought to herself. Enough to put our score over 100 and give us a huge lead on the other two. Probably enough to win with. Probably.

This time, it was Cassie who led the 2 of clubs, and the three others followed. Jessica’s 5 was overpowered by Sarah’s Jack, and Sarah played a three of hearts. Annie looked over her cards for a minute, then played the king, hoping to sneak it by Cassie. Cassie, however, played the ace and claimed the second trick, with Jessica dumping her 7. Cassie then led back another club, a six.

As expected, Jessica returned a higher club, the 9, but Sarah played a four of spades. Jessica swore quietly. Annie played a 7 of clubs, and Sarah took trick 3. Cassie was clearly feeling more relieved seeing she only needed a one more trick to make bid. When Sarah paged a five of hearts, Cassie almost bounced with glee. Annie played the 10, and Cassie played the Queen. Jessica could only cast off her four, and Cassie and Sarah had made their bid and had two tricks each.

Jess hoped that Cassie was out of stopper cards. For her and Annie to escape, they had to make their bid, and they still needed six tricks. Fortunately, Cassie led back a third club, and Jessica was able to play the 10. Sarah played the seven of spades, but Annie, smiling, played the 8 and stole the trick. She then did exactly what Jessica had hoped she would do, playing a six of spades. Cassie was forced to play the Jack of spades, and Jessica, who had both the Queen and Ace, had a tough choice. Uncertain where the King was, she decided that she would get at least one of the two no matter what she played, so she opted to risk going for the Queen. To her satisfaction, Sarah unhappily played a low diamond, and the trick went to Jess. A third of the way there, she thought! She played her ace of spades, sweeping up junk diamonds all around. She then played her two remaining spades, the ten and nine, taking both tricks. They were in!

When the tricks were finished, the girls looked at each other. Both teams had met their bids. They knew that both teams losing meant the both would strip, but…

“Hmm. I didn’t think about this,” Ryan said. “I think that, just for this round, we’ll say that both teams escape the penalty. Moving forward, however, if both teams make their bids, the team with the lower score will be our losers. That should take care of the problem.”

All four girls breathed a sigh of relief at their temporary safety. The score was now Jessica and Annie with 110 points and Sarah and Cassie with 40. It was Cassie’s turn to deal, and she shuffled and distributed the cards quickly, as handing out the hands meant she had to unwrap herself from her ball and put herself back on display, albeit temporarily.

Annie’s eyes widened when she saw her cards. She did a quick count, then double-checked. The cards didn’t change. “Um…six?” she said. Jessica looked at her wide-eyed, clearly sending “ARE YOU INSANE?” signals, but Annie held her gaze steadily, and tried to look as confident as she could.

This time Sarah bid only two tricks, and Jessica looked at her partner again. Annie looked nervous, but Jessica knew the difference between nervous and panicked. This wasn’t the latter. OK, Annie, I’ll trust you… she thought, and said “Three.”

Cassie muttered “Two”, and the bids were in. Nine tricks, thought Jessica. No room for error here or we are totally fucked.

Cassie once again had the two of clubs, and Jessica followed it with a 6. Sarah played the ace, but Annie laid down the 4 of spades. “You have NO clubs?” Sarah said unbelievingly.

“Nope,” Annie said. “No clubs. I have a lot of these, though.” She played the Ace of spades, claiming the 2, the 3, and the 7 with it. She then played the King of spades, this time taking the 5, 8, and Jack. The queen earned her a 9, 7, and, to Cassie’s disappointment, the ten . Annie looked at her cards again. She had four tricks to her credit, and still had the six of spades to play. More importantly, she had cleared out all the trumps, so now it was down to who kept control of the board.

Annie played her 8 of hearts, and watched as Cassie played a 9, and Jessica the queen. Sarah took the trick with the ace and got her team on the board. She knew she had to pick up only four total tricks, but Annie’s run made her nervous, and she was pretty certain that Annie still had the last spade in her hand. Instead, she played the ace of diamonds, collecting another trick to go to two, and then the king of diamonds to pick up a third. Now, however, she was unsure what to do. Clubs wouldn’t work, since Annie had the trump left. Should she hope that diamonds would hold and that Cassie had the queen, or should she go to hearts? Cassie had to have something there, since she bid two - she had to have something more than the king of clubs to bid with.

It was a good call. Cassie scooped the trick with her ace of hearts, but was then faced with the same dilemma. What was the right next play? What did Sarah have? She guessed that it wasn’t hearts, since she had led that for Cassie to take, so she went with a low diamond, a five. Jessica pounced with her queen, and when Sarah had to follow with the jack, Annie let a low heart go and yielded the trick to her partner. That was five!

Jessica played her 8 of clubs, smiling. She could see how this was going to play out. Sarah played her 10, and Annie used her last spade to take trick six. She played the another low heart, and was gratified to see Jessica claim the trick with her Queen of hearts. She then played her king of clubs and queen of clubs in quick order, and with nothing left to trump with, Sarah and Cassie could only look on helplessly as she claimed the ninth and winning trick! Sarah was able to claim the final trick for her team, allowing them to make their bid, but Annie and Jessica were high-fiving each other. They had made it to 200 first, and were the winners of the game!

If Sarah looked disappointed by the loss, Cassie was utterly devastated. Not only had they lost the game, but Sarah had once again taken the majority of her team’s tricks. “Sarah, you have to be the one to strip this time, please!” she begged. “I’ve only got my underwear left, and you’re still in your pajamas! PLEASE don’t make me get naked. I’ll die!”

Sarah looked scornfully at Cassie. “Cassie, I’m doing you a FAVOR here. You were the one who wanted to give Ryan a handjob so you could get a look at his goodies, right? You even made out with him on that dare! You WANT him to see you – you just can’t admit it to yourself!”

“That’s not true!” Cassie squealed, blushing a furious red.

Sarah ignored her and continued. “AND I seem to remember getting forced to stand there naked at the last sleepover because all of YOU decided that was an appropriate penalty for my not wanting to answer a stupid question. I think it’s only fair that you get your turn this week. Jessica already got her chance earlier!”

“Don’t be such a bitch, Sarah!” Jessica said angrily. “I stripped - I didn’t get FORCED to strip. There’s a big difference! I can’t believe you’re just dumping this on Cassie like it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Oh, please! After you guys made me get naked, you have NO room to talk, Jess.” She turned to Ryan. “I won, so it’s my call, right?” When he nodded, she replied, “Good. Cassie will pay the forfeit again this round.” She folded her arms as if daring anyone to argue with her.

“Nooooooo,” moaned Cassie, rocking back and forth. She looked at Sarah pleadingly. “I swear, I’ll do anything for you. Just don’t make me do this!”

“Stop embarrassing yourself,” Sarah said coldly. “I’m not changing my mind. You think I wasn’t humiliated last week? Well, now it’s your turn.”

“You heard her, Cassie,” Ryan said. “Don’t make me get the hairbrush again.”

Cassie stood slowly. Her brown hair hung just below her shoulders, framing her blushing cheeks, and the red flush had spread to her upper chest now. How is this happening to me? she thought to herself. It was no dream, though, and she was all too aware that the boy that she was indeed crushing on was staring at her, waiting for her to take off her final pieces of clothing for him. He would see those stupid, oversized boobs she hated, her too-small butt…oh, god, he’d see her…when was the last time she’d shaved? He was going to see every part of her that she desperately had tried to hide from boys for the last five years.

And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

She reached behind herself, trying to convince her brain that this wasn’t her body she was revealing, but she was shaking so hard that it was almost impossible for her to unhook her bra. It was a tight fit on a good day, but today it seemed to resist every effort to slip the clasp. Then she felt it pop loose, and she instinctively squeezed her arms to her sides, pinning the fabric and preventing it from slipping from her breasts. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t.

She forced herself to release her arms a bit, and the bra drooped, still covering her, but showing a substantial part of each fleshy orb. She could still turn back. She could turn around and run and hide and never think about this again.

With a sharp gasp of panic, she hunched forward, letting the bra slide off her shoulders. The shoulder straps fell with the rest of the bra, and she caught them as they reached her palms. Her bra was off, and hanging from her hands, and she was standing there with her breasts exposed to Ryan, the first boy who had ever seen them.

Ryan was an appreciative audience. Cassie hated her breasts, hated the way they made people stare at her, and hated that they made her feel fat, since there was zero chance any shirt that wasn’t obscene would make her trim waist evident. Now, with them out on display, she was almost paralyzed with fear of Ryan’s reaction. He was going to hate them. He was going to laugh. She would be humiliated and never recovered. He was going to…

…have a circus-size tent in his pants?

For a moment, her eyes were as locked on Ryan’s clearly aroused state with the same amount of intensity as his eyes were locked on her C-cups.

Ryan broke the silence first. “Wow, Cassie. Those are…amazing!”

Cassie looked away, her hands going to the top of her panties. Get it over with! She thought. Rip off the band-aid. She stuck her fingers into the top of the waistband, but she couldn’t get them to close - they weren’t listening to her brain.

Meanwhile, Ryan was trying to imprint Cassie’s twin mountains on his memory permanently. They were true handfuls, he was sure, and sat rounded and firm, capped by two pale-rose nipples. Ryan desperately wanted to touch them, squeeze them, and tease the nipples until they swelled even more than they had in the cool room. For a teenage boy, this was a bounty of previously inconceivable glory, and despite Ryan’s brain shutting down so hard and fast that his only remaining vocabulary seemed to be “uh” and “wow”, he wanted to convey just how amazing they were.
The teen girl was herself still struggling with her need to finish undressing and get this horrible ordeal over with and the overwhelming need to run at high speed away from this room, this house, and likely this town. She looked up at Ryan, who was staring at her, and became even more flustered. “I’m…I’m trying, I swear! I just can’t…” she said in a whisper.

Ryan took a step forward and put his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them. “It’s okay. Breathe.”

Cassie took a deep breath, and then nearly choked as she imagined how her chest must have swelled when she did. She took a couple of shallower breaths, trying to calm herself. Somehow, Ryan’s hands on her shoulders made it a little easier. He didn’t run. He’s still touching me. He’s looking at me.

Her eyes drifted down again to the prominent bulge in Ryan’s shorts. He’s looking…and he’s excited! She couldn’t believe it, but the evidence was pretty obvious.

Later, Cassie would think back on this moment and have no idea whatsoever what could have possibly prompted what happened next, but she looked back up and said, very quietly, “Could...could you help me get them off? Please?”

Ryan thought he must have misheard her, but when he reached tentatively toward the waistband of her underwear, she didn’t move. She just looked at him. He took hold of the thin fabric, and for the second time tonight lowered the panties, letting them puddle at her feet.

Cassie stood naked in front of him, hands clamped to her sides. Inside, her head was a spinning mess of fear, shame, remorse, and strangely, arousal. Even as the rest of her brain was begging her to cover herself, a tiny little corner of her mind was doing a little happy Cassie dance and singing, “He likes me! He thinks I’m hot!” over and over again. She even gave him a tiny smile, which he returned.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Liz said loudly, “but the game’s over and Cassie is naked. What happens now?”

Ryan reluctantly tore his eyes from Cassie’s naked body and looked over at his stepsister. “Right…what comes next. Well, like I said, we’d play a game and see who wins, and we did. Annie and Jessica won this round, and Cassie lost, so she had to strip. But I did promise a prize for the winner, remember?”

The girls looked at him blankly.

“I said that the winner would get to choose one girl to join the loser in her punishment, remember? And if I counted right, Jessica, you were the winner this round, so the prize would be yours.”

Two things happened at the exact same time. A very large smile spread over Jessica’s face, and a look of horror spread over Sarah’s as she realized what was about to happen.

“I think,” said Jessica, “That I’ll choose Sarah to join Cassie. You understand, right, Sarah? It’s only fair, since both Cassie and I have already been naked, right? It’s got to be either you or Annie, and since Annie was my partner, it just wouldn’t be right. Besides, it’s just like last week for you, right?” She smiled sweetly at Sarah.

Sarah didn’t even bother to answer. The look on her face promised that if she got the opportunity, she was going to make Jessica pay dearly. She knew, however, that no one was going to speak up for her now - not after she had mercilessly thrown Cassie under the bus. She thought that last week had been the worst possible moment she would experience, but she now realized that it had been nothing at all. Not compared to this.

Sarah was going to have to take all of her clothes off in front of a boy from her class. And he was going to see that the girl who always had the upper hand, the girl whose razor tongue everyone feared, the girl who made sure everyone knew was out of their league, had a chest that was flat as a board.