A Lost Bet And A Prank

This story has mean pranks, exhibitionism, humiliation, and mild violence. Please look elsewhere if these themes are uncomfortable. All characters are over 18 years old.

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'That's it. You lost the bet!' Jessie declared. 'Now you owe us a dare.'

It was true. We sat in the campus tavern as the game ended. My beloved Chicago Bears had been defeated 27-24 by those rascally Detroit Lions. Most fans in the bar were as unhappy as I was, though they hadn't made such a stupid wager.

'Don't forget, you were warned,' Billie Hammer said, pointing at me with her smirking grin. The long-haired blonde had more to drink that I did.

Yes, I had been warned. Midvale Valley College was infamous for nude dares, and after escaping danger during my freshman year, I had finally fallen prey to its nefarious traditions in the fall of my sophomore semester.

'Okay, what do I need to do?' I asked.

'We'll let you know when and where,' Jessie answered as they got up to leave. 'It's going to be a good one.' She was shorter and thicker than Jessie, with close-cropped black hair. A bit smarter, too.

Of course I didn't like the sound of that, but what could I do? The sorority sisters were infamous for their dares. But welching on a bet simply wasn't an option. It would not only reflect badly on me, but on my friends, and on my dorm. Even faculty and administrators at Midvale took the commitments seriously, seeing them as a test of character. My father always said the measure of a person is how they keep their word.

My name is Nicky Conran, nineteen years old at the time, 5'5, 125 pounds, and a good soccer player, though not varsity. I majored in mediaeval literature, participated in workshops, and liked to read romance novels. My flowing golden-brown hair and dark green eyes got me dates when I needed them, and there was one cute guy, Andy Carter, who I had my eye on.

Being a somewhat elite college, except for those of us who worked for a living, Midvale could be a community of its own, with well-organized social clubs and parties. I lived in Blue Dorm, three stories high with a hundred and fifty students. Jessie and Billie lived at the Victorian-era Delta sorority house, four stories high, with much bigger rooms and only fifty students. They threw money around like it was Halloween candy. I had suggested betting $20 on the football game. They wanted to bet clothing.

'Tough luck,' my friend Tom said, taking a seat next to me at the bar, a lanky dormmate wisely seeking a business degree. 'What do you have to do?'

'They won't say,' I replied. 'How do these bets usually play out?'

'Streaking is common,' he recalled. 'Running through the quad at lunch time. Or the mall. Posing nude for an art class. Being naked all day in the library. I heard they once ordered a freshman to strip at the Red Tavern and stole her clothes.'

'The Red Tavern is downtown. Five miles away,' I mentioned.

'And no one would give the poor kid anything to wear. She had a long walk home while cars followed her honking their horns,' Tom confirmed.

'That doesn't sound like fun,' I lamented, finishing my beer. Which the campus had a special license to serve.

'Blue Dorm will back you up as best we can, but the rules are the rules,' Tom lectured. 'The whole school will be hearing about this one.'

'Internet photos?' I feared.

'It's possible, but usually not widespread,' he guessed. 'If the Deltas get out of hand, the other sororities will retaliate. They lose bets, too. But you should expect something.'

I sighed, knowing I'd gotten myself into a fix. I would need to rough it out.

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A week later, Jessie gave me a friendly call. They still hadn't decided on the dare, she claimed, but suggested we talk about it at Cheryl Glastner's birthday party on Saturday. Cheryl was a senior, not just beautiful, but quite wealthy, having a huge three-bedroom house just off campus. With a cavernous living room, brick patio, swimming pool, and chef's kitchen, it was the go-to place for parties. I knew Cheryl from my mediaeval literature class, sharing a study group. She spoke French, I spoke Latin. My one true love Andy was also in the class, though I rarely had the nerve to speak to him.

I walked over from the dorms with Jessie and Billie, curious about their plans. It was a two-mile stroll on a pleasant fall evening, clear with a nearly full moon. They were smiling yet silent. We arrived about half past 8 o'clock, finding thirty guests attired nicely for the occasion. I wore my best yellow party dress, a loose knit sweater, and red tennis shoes. Cheryl had a lovely white dress for her 23rd birthday with black high heel shoes and a pearl necklace. Andy was there in a blue suit and striped tie. His old high school friend Mindy Parker arrived in a chocolate-brown Prada minidress. Mindy's tall and lean boyfriend, Chuck the basketball player, looked dapper in a dark purple jacket and red tie. I knew all of them from various classes.

Entering the living room, we found a long table with snacks and a punchbowl, a foosball table where the dining table had been, and an open bar on the back patio. An elderly caterer was working on the birthday cake in the kitchen, his gray hair under a chef's hat. The cake looked freshly baked.

'Quite the spread,' Billie said, heading for the punchbowl. Jessie went out the sliding glass door for a beer. I wandered toward Andy and Mindy. Andy and I shared a literature class. I knew Mindy from an art class the previous semester. A talented sketch artist. I had declined to pose nude for her, though I almost did. I'd seen Chuck at sports events on several occasions. A decent athlete but no superstar. But then, I wasn't, either. We'd had lunch at the cafeteria a few times.

'Doing okay on the Chaucer project?' I asked just to make conversation.

'Fair enough, I suppose,' Andy replied. 'The verse can be tricky.'

'At least it's English,' I responded. 'Mediaeval French can be harder.'

'Cheryl is helping me with the romance languages. I hear you know Latin?' he said.

'I was raised Catholic. All the kids in my family learned Latin,' I explained. 'If you ever need help, I'm always around.'

'Thank you, that's very generous,' he answered with a handsome smile.

This was going well. At least with Andy. Mindy looked a little jealous. Chuck seemed to have no idea what we were talking about.

By 9 o'clock, the crowd had grown to forty. Jessie went to the center of the room, raising her hands for attention.

'Everybody! Everybody! Listen,' she summoned. 'We must thank Cheryl for inviting us here tonight to this wonderful party. The food is good, the drinks are better. And with her permission, we have a special treat for you. Nicky, come here.'

I got up from the couch where I'd been talking to Andy, stopping in the middle of the living room. Jessie and Billie had uncomfortable smiles.

'As many have heard, our good friend from Blue Dorm bet on the Bears last weekend, and she lost,' Jessie announced. 'Billie and I are now cashing in on our dare. Nicky, to pay up on your bet, you need to strip. Right here, right now.'

'What?' I stuttered, looking around in shock.

'You heard me,' Jessie insisted. 'Strip naked. Now. You won't be wearing any clothes for the rest of this party.'

I could hardly believe it. Embarrassed stares from the crowd soon turned to nervous giggling. I was a deer caught in the headlights, knowing I needed to comply and wishing to hell that I didn't. I looked at Jessie again, hoping it was a joke. It wasn't. Billie produced a canvas bag with a zipper on it.

'Put your clothes in here,' Billie instructed. 'You won't get them back until the party is over.'

There was a round of amused laughter. With terrific reluctance, I took off my shoes, dropping them in the sack. Then my sweater, folding it neatly. I kept looking around, wishing someone would stop me. Maybe Cheryl, as it was her house. She smiled, waiting like the others. And the crowd grew, more coming in from the patio to see what the excitement was. I sensed no help coming my way. I unbuttoned my dress and let it drop to the floor, folding that, too. Even my purse, keys, and phone were in the bag. I slowly unclasped my bra, keeping one hand up to cover my perky breasts. I was able to keep my nipples hidden, mostly, but my boobs were out there for the audience to see. Thankfully, my long hair provided a bit of protection. Only my panties remained as I stood there nearly nude in front of everyone. I'd never felt so humiliated.

'Isn't this enough?' I quietly pleaded, a thumb in my waistband.

'Everything. Totally buck-naked,' Jessie demanded.

The panties slid down as I hunched over, disappearing into the bag. I was quick to use my other hand to cover my golden-brown bush. Thankfully, I'd not shaved in a while, so it was fuller than usual, providing a little secrecy. Billie zipped the bag closed.

'Delta House! Delta House! Delta House!' Jessie and Billie chanted in victory. I huddled in the middle of the living room, both hands hiding my front in a classic ENF pose, but nothing covering my butt. The partygoers surrounded me, commenting, a few poking at me. I wanted to slap the teasing fingers away but couldn't while still shielding my modesty.

'Enough of that,' Cheryl said, putting a stop to them. 'No touching without her permission.'

'No touching, but you're free to take photos!' Jessie declared, pulling out her phone. There were clicks and flashes everywhere. Fuck, I thought. How did this happen? Could it get any worse? And then it did.

'You are so... shapely,' Mindy admired with a smirk, her camera staying busy. 'The girls at my sorority are going to love this. And the fraternity guys, too.'

'Glad it's not me,' Chuck said, holding her purse so she could get better shots.

'Is there a Latin term for this?' Andy asked with the biggest grin I'd ever seen, his eyes eagerly running up and down my entire naked body. He was tall, with broad shoulders, big blue eyes, and a square jaw. I had fantasized about him seeing me naked, but not like this.

'Ego sum futuo stultus,' I responded.

'Which means?' Chuck inquired.

'I am a fucking idiot,' I answered. They laughed.

For the next hour, I staggered around the house trying not to be a spoilsport. Always protecting my modesty as best I could, for there was no rule against it. I'd stand next to a table. On the patio, I'd linger behind a fern. Occasional rude remarks were made, but encouraging words, too. Not everyone was mean. I declined to take my turn at the foosball table, for it involved using both hands on the rods. There was plenty of attention at first, and then as the novelty wore off, people found better things to do.

Being in front of Andy was the hardest, and he wasn't shy about ogling me. Especially my slim waist, long legs, and bare butt. I kept my hands clutched before me, desperately trying not to show him everything. Cheryl asked me to help in the kitchen, perhaps to give me a break from the mob.

Mr. Rogers, the 60-year-old caterer, kept his composure. With Midvale Valley College's reputation for nude dares, he couldn't have been too shocked.

'Looks like you drew the short straw tonight,' he suggested, finishing the icing on the cake.

'I can place the candles,' I offered, not bothering to cover up around him. Though I kept a close eye on the door.

'Thank you. Is there any way I can help?' he said.

'No. I got myself into this making a stupid bet.'

'If it helps, you look really good,' Mr. Rogers complimented. 'If I was 40 years younger and not married, I'd be hitting on you.'

I had to laugh at that. At least the evening had a bright spot.

After singing happy birthday to Cheryl and watching the candles blown out, a few of the guests headed home. I hoped the night was finally coming to a close so I could get my clothes back. And my phone. I'd heard it ring several times while trapped in the canvas bag. Jessie had other ideas.

'Everybody, Nicky has done a good job of hiding her bits tonight,' Jessie said, once again gathering attention. Twenty-five guests remained. 'We need to give her credit for that. But we deserve more. Don't we? Don't we deserve more?'

'Yes! More!' several shouted.

'What more?' I asked, pushed into the middle of the room.

'We deserve a full-frontal view,' Jessie explained. 'Let's see what you've got.'

'No, I'm not doing that,' I protested.

'Full frontal!' Jessie proclaimed.

'Full frontal!' Billie joined in.

'Full frontal! Full frontal!' the excited crowd chanted.

'Let's see your tits!' a fraternity guy demanded.

'And that bush,' another urged.

They'd already gotten glimpses of me all night. Did it really matter? Admittedly, my nerves were getting raw from all the teasing, which many had noticed. I sighed. If it would get this over with, a quick flash would be worth it.

'Okay,' I agreed. 'On one condition. No photos.'

'We want photos,' a jerk said from the back of the room.

'No,' I answered. 'That's not negotiable.'

There was murmuring, but eventually the mob quieted down and reluctantly acquiesced. I made sure everyone promised with Cheryl acting as my guarantor. Then I stood next to the fireplace. They all waited. Expectant. Of course, I reconsidered many times, having protected myself all night as best I could, but it would only be for a few seconds. I spread my arms, revealing my nicely rounded body and flat tummy. My tits bounced out, not huge but plenty to admire. My womanhood came into view, my slender legs quivering from the humiliation. The audience leaned forward, filled with condescending grins.

There was a camera click. Mindy had her phone at waist level, having just taken a picture. Several gasped, and then snickered. Andy shook his head in disapproval but Mindy just chuckled.

'This is so great. Everyone on campus is going to love it,' Mindy gushed. 'Maybe I'll put her on a t-shirt.'

Cheryl went to speak with her but Mindy was adamant about keeping the photo.

As if reading my thoughts, I noticed Mr. Rogers bringing out a pitcher of fruit punch. I took it from his hands, walked up to Mindy as she looked at her phone, and poured it over her head, the deep red liquid soaking her hair, shoulders, and Prada dress. Even her shoes. Mindy screamed.

As partygoers retreated from the splashing, I raced into the kitchen, found the cooking supplies, and quickly reemerged.

'I'm sorry, Mindy. Please, let me help you dry off,' I offered. And then I threw a cup of baking flour on her face and tits, which turned into blood red mud.

'Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh my god!' she cried, trying to shake it off. The shaking only made it worse, wet flour flying everywhere as guests ran for safety. Soon photos were being taken of Mindy the Clown, her big eyes staring out of a caked face. I took her cell phone away and dumped it in the punchbowl.

My mission finished, I retreated to the refreshment table. A hand grabbed me from behind. It was Chuck, Mindy's boyfriend, come to defend her honor. I didn't waste a second. Spinning around, I threw a punch to his eye. He went down hard, crashing on his right side. I picked up the punchbowl and slowly poured the entire contents on him from head to foot.

'Anyone still want frontal shots?' I shouted with both fists clinched. I was totally exposed now, but no one was taking pictures. The room was silent. In shock.

'Come on, you fucking hero. Get up and fight!' I dared, hovering over Chuck ready to kick him with my bare foot.

'No, that's enough,' Chuck said, waving his hand. His shoulder was painfully hunched. Mindy knelt next to him, trying to help while spreading the red slop. It was everywhere. On her. The carpet. And now on Chuck.

'Anyone else?' I asked. There were no takers.

I backed up, watching. Trying to catch my breath. People started heading for the door. Friends got Chuck on his feet, Mindy reaching to steady him, and they followed the crowd out. Andy looked back at me, shaking his head. I guessed we wouldn't be dating.

'Those bitches ran off with your clothes,' Cheryl said, coming up to me.

'I assumed they would. Though I wish they'd left my phone,' I responded. 'I kept hearing it ring.'

'I'm sorry, Nicky. I gave those Delta creeps permission to do this,' Cheryl apologized. 'I thought it would be a quick strip. A couple minutes at most. Nothing like this.'

'I'm sorry to have ruined your party,' I apologized. 'I'll soak your carpet and come back tomorrow. I know a custodian with cleaning supplies.'

'You don't need to do that,' she said.

'I made the mess, I'll clean it up,' I insisted, going into the kitchen. Mr. Rogers was a step ahead of me, already having a bucket filled with warm water. I added detergent and dripped puddles into the carpet stains, patting the spots down with my bare feet.

'Let me get you a robe. And a ride home,' Cheryl offered, feeling bad.

'That's okay. I'll walk,' I said, heading for the door.

'Naked?' she asked.

'I need time to cool off,' I explained.

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The next morning, I was back at Cheryl's house with a cart of equipment.

'I need to clean the whole carpet or the colors won't match,' I explained, getting help to drag her furniture into the dining room. Then I went from one end of the large room to the other, using the heavy brush machine to soak and scrub every inch. It took two hours. House cleaning wasn't a new occupation for me.

After, wearing a Red Sonja t-shirt, khaki shorts, and green tennis shoes, I sat on the back patio while Cheryl provided beer. It was a cool, clear day, though a bit too cold for swimming.

'Thanks for doing this. You didn't need to,' Cheryl said, taking a lawn chair next to me.

'I really did. I shouldn't have overreacted like that.'

'You were getting stressed. We all saw it. Mindy never should have taken that picture after promising not to.'

'Midvale is famous for these kinds of pranks, and I accepted the bet. It's no one's fault but mine,' I responded.

'That's true, but it's good of you to take it so well,' she commended. 'Did you get your clothes back?'

'This morning, I found a sack outside my dorm room. Purse, keys, shoes, and my phone. No clothes. They probably burned them as a joke.'

'What a bunch of sick sluts,' she concluded. I was about to say something else when we were interrupted. It was Mindy, Chuck, and Andy, dressed casually for the calm afternoon. Andy had blue jeans and a loose shirt, which I was quick to notice. He looked really great. Chuck's right arm was in a sling.

'I should go,' I decided, getting up.

'No, wait,' Mindy said, waving for me to stop. 'Cheryl texted us. To let us know you were here. We've come to say we're sorry.'

'Sorry?' I questioned.

'We should have been your friends last night, and we weren't,' Mindy answered. 'And taking that photo was inexcusable. My phone is waterproof, so the punch didn't hurt it, but I deleted the photos. All of them. And I've spread word among the sororities that anyone who wants to stay friends with me had better delete theirs, too.'

I was quiet. Impressed. 'Thank you. I appreciate that.'

'I need to apologize, too,' Chuck said. 'Some girls can walk around naked without a care in the world. Especially at Midvale. You aren't one of them. After the first few minutes, we should have found something for you to wear instead of mocking you. I like to think of myself as a gentleman, and I wasn't. I hope you'll forgive me.'

He reached out. We shook hands.

'What's wrong with your shoulder?' I asked.

'Kind of stiff. I'm hoping it goes away before I have to see a doctor,' he replied.

'Take off your shirt,' I instructed.

'My shirt?' he said.

'You can strip naked if you want, but the shirt should be enough,' I answered. 'Girls, you can take photos.'

I had Chuck sit on the oak beverage table, probed his shoulder, and tested the angles that his arm could manage. And then I gave the joint a sharp twist.

'Fuck! Damn! That hurt!' he yelled, jumping up. And then he moved his arm, twisting and rotating. 'Hey, wait a minute. It's okay now. What was that? My shoulder is okay.'

'Just a mild separation,' I explained. 'Use ice, don't overwork it, and you'll be fine in a few days.'

'Are you pre-med?' he asked.

'Mediaeval literature, but my uncle is a physical therapist,' I replied. 'I make a little money on the side helping at sports events. Mostly football. Necks, shoulders, knees. Simple stuff if nothing is torn.'

'Thank you,' Chuck said. 'I shouldn't have grabbed you like that.'

'I shouldn't have poured the punchbowl on you. That was overkill. I shouldn't have thrown the flour on Mindy, either.'

'Or the punch?' Mindy questioned.

'I think the punch was fair,' I replied with a smile. We were all smiling.

'I must apologize, too,' Andy sheepishly said. 'I've watched you in class so many times, but you're so pretty, I didn't have the guts to introduce myself. When you were... like that last night, it was a dream come true. You were everything I'd always imagined and more. I forgot myself. I'm really, really sorry.'

'Can we discuss this inside?' I requested.

We went through the sliding glass doors, through the dining room filled with furniture while the living room carpet was still drying, and into the guest bedroom. I closed the door.

'I was afraid to speak with you, too,' I admitted. 'We can put this behind us, if you want.'

'That would be great,' he agreed with relief.

'Last night was very difficult for me. I'm still very tense,' I hinted.

'How can I help?'

'Maybe a massage?'

'Sure, I'm good at massages,' he offered.

I backed up against the bed and removed my shoes. And my t-shirt. And bra. Andy was suddenly staring. Barely breathing. His eyes wide and interested. I pulled down my shorts, kicking them away, and peeled off my panties, standing nude before him. Then I crawled back on the bed, waiting.

Andy realized I wanted more than a massage. He instantly stripped, stretching those broad shoulders, showing off his powerful chest. I saw he was already getting hard, which I took as a compliment. His manhood was big, but not scary big. After ten minutes of preliminaries, he was in me, huffing and puffing, whispering sweet nothings. Giving it his all. I was moaning the whole time, having needed this badly. It was really great. When I came, it felt like the world was perfect.

'Can you stay for lunch?' Cheryl asked when we emerged half an hour later looking hastily dressed.

'No, I'm afraid not,' I responded, looking at my watch. 'I need to get going.'

'Have an appointment?' Andy inquired, looking disappointed.

'Sadly. I need to be at O'Hare in three hours,' I replied.

'The airport?' Mindy said.

'My little brother died last night. In Oregon. From a drug overdose,' I explained. 'When they took him to the hospital, my mother called and called, but Jessie and Billie took my phone in that canvas bag. I didn't get the messages until this morning. By then, it was too late to catch the 8 a.m. flight out of Chicago.'

'Oh, we are so sorry,' Mindy said, taking my hand. 'That's terrible.'

'No one is really surprised. We didn't get along that great, and Matt has been troubled for a long time,' I sighed. 'But it's still hard on Mom. Hey, when people ask why I've disappeared, don't let them think I ran off because of last night. Just say there was a family emergency. I don't want anyone to think I've been intimidated by those sorority bitches.'

'We'll set the record straight,' Mindy promised.

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After five days in Medford with my mother, I was back on campus. Andy called to invite me to the Fall Dance, a big affair held at the Stratford Country Club. He was paying for the tickets, which was good, because at $300 each they were way out of my budget. It wasn't super formal, but coats, ties, and ball gowns were the order of the day. My white lace dress wasn't fancy but looked great, showing bare shoulders and an ample bustline. I had my hair done and wore a small gold cross on a chain around my neck.

Andy and I had several dates before the big event. A horror movie at the campus theater. A trip to the amusement zone. A concert in the park. After, we'd go back to my dorm room and shag like hungry rabbits. He was terrific. Manly, caring, and diligent.

Word of my brother's death circulated around the school, many offering condolences. It was agreed that stripping me naked at the party had been cruel but within the rules. Even I agreed, as embarrassing as it had been. Midvale's traditions were clear. But Jessie and Billie weren't too popular for having stolen my phone, causing my mother great distress at such a painful time. Most thought that was out-of-bounds.

'They're total shit right now,' Mindy said as I walked with her, Andy, and Chuck to the dance. 'Even the Deltas are distancing themselves.'

'They can forget getting dates any time soon,' Chuck added. 'The fraternities won't have anything to do with them, and clubs are banning them.'

'Those bitches are getting what they deserve,' Andy swore. Hell, he was angrier than I was. I wished we could skip the dance and go back to my room.

The country club was quite elegant with a grand ballroom, a bar, and a stage for the live band. Hundreds of people were arriving, some in chauffeured town cars. There was amazing food and excellent booze. Spending the night dancing with Andy was a dream come true. And more afterward.

An hour into the event, Jessie and Billie awkwardly approached. If they wanted to fight, I was ready. Andy appeared at my side.

'No, we haven't come for that,' Jessie said, raising her hands.

'We want you to forgive us,' Billie followed.

'Forgive you? How can I forgive you?' I responded. 'Stripping me naked at the party was embarrassing but fair. I lost the damn bet. But stealing my phone? My mother called and called, begging me to come home. I didn't get the messages until the next morning. It made her sick. How do I forgive that? How could anyone forgive that?'

We were gathering a large crowd. Mindy and Chuck rushed up. Tom and my friends from Blue Dorm. Many more. My humiliation at Cheryl's party had spread all over campus, superseded by the family tragedy they had made worse.

'We're sorry, Nicky. So very sorry,' Jessie pleaded. 'We'll do anything to make it up to you.'

'Anything?' I questioned.

'Yes, anything,' Billie agreed.

It seemed the criticism on campus had been more intense than I realized. They had become outcasts. Pariahs. I looked around, seeing fifty witnesses to their pledge.

'Are you sure about this?' I asked.

'Yes, we're sure,' they assured me. I stepped back, head down, hands clutched behind my back, making every effort to appear thoughtful. It was a ruse. I'd known all along what I wanted to do.

'Okay,' I finally agreed. 'I shouldn't hold a grudge. Take off your clothes for the rest of the dance and we'll call it even.'

'Our clothes? Here?' Jessie questioned, glancing around the crowded ballroom.

'You said you'd do anything,' I replied with a frown.

'You did say that,' Cheryl said, stepping forward. 'We heard you.'

'All of us heard you,' Andy chimed in, standing at Cheryl's side.

'That's what you promised,' Mindy insisted. 'Are you welching? Is Delta House welching?'

When members of the Deltas heard that, the Delta president and two of her lieutenants marched over, apparently reading their errant sisters the riot act. They didn't care to have the good name of their sorority questioned.

'We're not welchers,' Billie protested.

'Then stop wasting time,' Mindy demanded. 'Strip or we'll tell everyone you're welchers!'

'Throw your clothes in here,' Chuck said, having found a black trash bag.

By now a sizable crowd had gathered. Cameras were busy. This was going to be much bigger than Cheryl's party, at a country club in front of hundreds of spectators.

Jessie and Billie slowly stripped. Their high heel shoes, gowns, and stockings. Red-faced, they paused at their bras and panties, almost naked before the leering mob.

'Please, can we keep our underwear?' Jessie begged.

'Everything. Buck-naked,' I insisted, repeating the exact words she had said to me at Cheryl's party. Their bras went in the bag, and finally, their panties. They were very well-endowed. Athletic from swimming, playing tennis, and golf. With big tits and shaved pussies displaying everything. The audience applauded, admiring the young women who didn't cover up nearly as well as I had. That takes practice. Chuck disappeared into the crowd with the bag. I have no idea where their clothes went, but their phones weren't stolen. Not like mine was. The phones remained on the refreshment table. Trophies for all to see.

Jessie and Billie were now totally nude, standing in the middle of the dance floor being gawked at by four hundred guests wearing suits and ball gowns. There was laughter. Giggling. Plenty of joking. Photos were taken. Lots of photos. Threats were made to post them on the internet, and some were.

'You've been true to your word,' I commended loud enough for all to hear, reaching to shake their hands. 'I consider all debts paid, and I thank you for wanting to make things right. I'll tell my mother that you did everything you could to make amends. She'll be appreciative, too.'

The girls nodded, looking relieved. In that respect. In other respects, not so much. I snapped off a picture with my phone as they huddled in a sea of admirers, but one was enough. I didn't want to rub it in. I headed back to the bar with Andy, finding Cheryl had gotten there ahead of us. She had ordered vodka gimlets, making room on the stools. She looked quite lovely as always.

'Nicky, that was so well-played,' Cheryl congratulated as we watched girls from other sororities smacking Jessie and Billie on their asses. They were the center of attention, turning and squirming, totally humiliated far more than I had been.'Well-played?' Andy asked.

'Nicky, why did your mother really call you that night?' Cheryl questioned, already suspecting the answer.

'She needed help to buy a new car,' I revealed. 'It's a big investment on a nurse's salary.'

'Buy a car? What about your brother?' Andy said, looking confused.

Cheryl laughed, giving me a wink

'Didn't you know, Andy?' Cheryl said, looking again at the naked women on the dance floor. 'Nicky never had a little brother. She's an only child.'