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 ï>¿The Smash Bet by MissAriel

   A/N: Story based very loosely on an experience I had once upon a time.
I've often fantasized about being in a situation like Jennifer, but it's
difficult to find a story that hits all the right notes, so I thought, why
not write it myself?  So here we are.

   Part 1

   My name is Jen, short for Jennifer.  I -(TM)ve had better days.  Right
now, I -(TM)m in what you might call an...  interesting situation.  And by
interesting, I mean that a guy I just met is having the night of his life
right now at my expense.

   I -(TM)m such.  An.  Idiot.  Why in the world did I agree to something
like this with someone I -(TM)ve known for all of half an hour?  Why was I
so full of myself?

   I -(TM)m a very competitive person by nature.  You might say I -(TM)m
something of a natural when it comes to games.  I -(TM)ve never had to work
for it.  Things come easily to me.  I guess you might call it being gifted
or something like that.  Unfortunately, having natural talent isn -(TM)t
all sunshine and roses.  In my case, you might say I overestimated my
abilities.

   I should probably talk about how I got here.  I met this guy on a dating
app, we -(TM)ll call him Josh.  He wasn -(TM)t exactly my type.  He -(TM)s
skinny and nerdy, although to be fair, that also describes me.  But I
usually go for someone a bit more...  cool, I guess?  He -(TM)s about
average height, a few inches taller than me, and he seemed pretty cool when
we were chatting over text.  He -(TM)s one of the few matches that actually
had something more interesting to say than  -~hey. -(TM) He asked about my
interests, and we got to talking about Nintendo.

    -œWhat -(TM)s your favorite Nintendo game? - Josh asked me over text.

    -œIDK.  Lots.  I used to play Super Smash Brothers a lot back when I
was in school, - I replied.   -œI was pretty good, too.  You? -

   This must have piqued Josh -(TM)s interest, because he replied back
right away.   -œOh yeah, I love Smash.  Ultimate or Melee? -

    -œMelee.  I haven -(TM)t played the new ones. -

    -œHaha, cool.  You want to come over and play a match? - Josh asked.

   I scoffed.  Like I was going to meet him at his place right away.  I
-(TM)m 25 years old and I knew better.  Or at least, that -(TM)s what I
-(TM)d like to tell you.  But the truth is, I -(TM)ve been itching to play
some games, and he had good vibes, so I entertained the thought.   -œHmm. I
think that might be kind of one-sided and not fun for you.  Maybe Mario
Party or Mario Kart instead? -

    -œWhy would it be one-sided? -

   I grinned, thinking back to how I was undefeated in college with Peach.
Granted, it had been a long time since I -(TM)d played, but I was still
confident that I could crush anyone except the pros.   -œBecause I -(TM)m
really good.  You -(TM)d have no chance, sorry.  But I -(TM)d be happy to
play something else with you. - In a way, I guess I was almost baiting him
into a challenge.  There aren -(TM)t many guys out there that would just
accept that a petite little blonde girl could play at their level or
better. And they wouldn -(TM)t be wrong.  Most girls can -(TM)t.  But I
-(TM)m a natural.

   Naturally, he didn -(TM)t believe me.   -œI doubt it.  Want to bet? -

   A bet.  Now that piqued my interest.   -œSure.  Your funeral.  What did
you have in mind? -

    -œIf you lose, you have to kiss me.  And if you win, I -(TM)ll buy you
dinner. -

   I rolled my eyes.  Boring.  Typical.   -œYou must not be very confident
if that -(TM)s all you -(TM)re offering.  Not interested. -

   Josh replied quickly.  I guess he must have realized his error.  I was
up for a wager, but only if it was interesting.   -œYou want to raise the
stakes? -

    -œIt -(TM)s more fun if you have something on the line.  Make it
something worth playing for.  You would have bought me dinner, anyways. -
I realize in hindsight that sounded a bit conceited, but it was also true.
Initially, I wasn -(TM)t planning on actually following through and meeting
up with him, but he had gotten my competitive itch going.  I wanted to
crush him, and maybe get something better than dinner when I won.

    -œThat -(TM)s presumptuous.  How about this?  If you win, I -(TM)ll buy
you dinner every Friday for a month from whatever place you fancy, as long
as the price is reasonable, - Josh replied.

    -œWell, that sounds a lot better.  But it seems like you -(TM)re still
winning, getting four dates from me.  How about one dinner and $100? - I
replied curtly.

    -œWow, you -(TM)re asking for a lot.  Fine, but if I win, I want
something equally worth the risk. -

    -œLook, I -(TM)m confident I -(TM)m going to win, so ask for whatever
you want.  As long as it -(TM)s not reasonable. - I knew how good I was at
Smash.  And he was putting a lot on the table, so I was willing to take on
a risky bet.  $100 is a lot of money for beating down a nerd in Smash.

   It took a while for Josh to reply.  I guess he was thinking about what
he could get away with asking.  Or what I meant by reasonable.  I had
already made up my mind that whatever he wanted was fine, provided it didn
-(TM)t get me into any serious trouble.

    -œIf I win, I want you tied to my bed.  No sex, I promise.  I just want
to tie you up.  I know I -(TM)m asking for a lot, but you did say you
wanted higher stakes, and I -(TM)m putting a lot on the line myself. -

   I blushed.  I guess it was okay if there was no sex.  Honestly, it didn
-(TM)t even sound that bad.  But mostly, I only agreed to it because he
didn -(TM)t realize how good I was.  He was going to regret this, I
thought.  -œBold.  How long? -

    -œAn hour, - Josh replied.

    -œWow.  Well, I -(TM)m certainly not going to go easy on you now. 
Normally I wouldn -(TM)t agree to meet you right away, but I won -(TM)t
turn down free money.  Just so you know, I like Thai food.  When are you
free? -

    -œRight now. -

    -œJust to be clear, there won -(TM)t be a consolation prize.  I -(TM)m
going to go home after I win. - I wasn -(TM)t going to do anything sexy
with a guy I just met.  Not happening.  I wanted to make sure he knew that
I wasn -(TM)t going to fuck him just because I agreed to come over and
smash.  This wasn -(TM)t a Netflix and chill thing.  I was going to take my
money and leave.

    -œOkay.  I'll be right over. -



   Part 2

   I -(TM)d honestly never done anything like that before.  I usually get
coffee or have dinner with a guy before even considering going to his
place. But like I said, competitive nature, yadda, yadda.  He lived in a
nice neighborhood, but I did tell my friend where I was going just in case.
You can never be too careful.

   I took an hour to shower and freshen up.  I had put on a matching pink
brassiere and bikini-style panties.  I wasn -(TM)t planning on showing them
off, but I liked to wear sexy underwear when I go on a date.  It made me
feel confident.  I might even show him a glimpse of what he wasn -(TM)t
getting.  I also put on a casual pair of jeans and a low-cut top.  It
showed just a hint of cleavage.  I wanted to taunt him a little bit.  Make
him really want to win and watch him squirm.  I -(TM)m vindictive like
that.

   His house was nice.  I wondered if belonged to him or his parents.  I
never asked him his profession, but I guess he could afford it if he had a
nice job.  When I knocked on the door, he answered.   -œHey, I -(TM)m glad
you came.  Come in. - He also had opted for a casual outfit consisting of
a nice polo shirt and jeans.  This was going to be fun, I had thought.

   I sat down on the couch.  Leather.  Not cheap.  And he had a 65-inch TV.
This place was expensive.  I -(TM)m not the kind of person to go out with
someone just because they have money, but it definitely didn -(TM)t hurt. 
-œIs this your house? - I asked.

    -œActually, it belongs to my folks, but they -(TM)re out of town. -

    -œAh, okay.  Yeah, it seems really nice.  I thought either it was your
parents, or that you -(TM)re some kind of rich lawyer, haha, - I replied,
trying to ease the awkwardness.

    -œAh, yeah.  My parents are lawyers, actually.  They were always
disappointed I didn -(TM)t follow in their footsteps.  I -(TM)m actually a
junior programmer, but I -(TM)ve been living with my parents to save money
until I can buy my own place. -

    -œOh, cool.  I -(TM)m a waitress.  I really like food, as you might
have guessed.  So, you -(TM)re really good with computers and stuff? - I
asked.

    -œYeah, I -(TM)d say I know my way around them.  Speaking of food, you
hungry?  Want to watch a movie or anything? - Josh replied. I hadn -(TM)t
really planned on being there for that long, but it was nice of him to
offer.   -œI -(TM)ve already eaten, actually.  I was actually hoping we
could go ahead and get the game out of the way. -

    -œI -(TM)ve been thinking.  Listen, Jennifer, if you want to just watch
a movie or just play a casual game for fun, we can do that.  I don -(TM)t
want you to feel pressured.  You don -(TM)t have to do anything you don
-(TM)t want to. -

   I sighed, exasperated.   -œSeriously?  If you -(TM)re scared to lose,
you shouldn -(TM)t have invited me over. -

    -œNo, - Josh replied,  -œJust the opposite.  I was trying to be nice.
I don -(TM)t think you have any chance of winning, and I just wanted to
give you a chance to back out.  Look, we just met, and I -(TM)m guessing
you probably don -(TM)t want to get tied up by someone you barely know.  I
-(TM)d rather you keep your dignity and get to know you on a normal date.
What do you say? -

    -œMy dignity?  Yeah, right.  Just because I -(TM)m a girl, I can -(TM)t
play, right?  I -(TM)ve got news for you.  I was a top player at my school.
- To be fair, I went to a pretty small liberal arts college, but it was
still an accomplishment.  I was sure he was just another arrogant guy who
thought he could beat me because he could beat his group of friends, but I
-(TM)d met his type before.  He had no idea who he was up against.

    -œAlright.  Just remember, I gave you every chance to avoid this. -
Josh smiled.  I couldn -(TM)t wait to knock the grin off his face.  I
couldn -(TM)t believe his arrogance.  I probably wouldn -(TM)t have even
gone on a normal date with him.  I only agreed to come over because it
seemed like easy money and he seemed really nice.  He was cute, but still,
not really my type, you know?  A bit nerdy, the kind of guy that wishes he
could be with someone as hot as me.

   I challenged him.   -œIf you -(TM)re so confident you -(TM)re going to
win, why don -(TM)t we up the stakes?  When I win, I want $500, and to take
that fancy car outside for a test drive. - I felt like I could get more
out of the deal after seeing his house.  He could afford it.  And the car
outside looked really expensive.  I bet it goes fast.  Real fast.  I
wondered if he would be confident when he had something real to lose.

   I could see him taking glances at my tits as if I didn -(TM)t notice.  I
always notice.  But you -(TM)re not getting any, I thought.  He was
considering my offer.

   He rubbed his chin.   -œThat -(TM)s my dad -(TM)s.  You -(TM)re asking
for a lot. -

    -œAs I thought.  You -(TM)re all talk. -

    -œWhat do I get out of it? -

    -œWhatever you want. -

    -œAfter your hour is up, I -(TM)ll take you for a drive in my dad
-(TM)s car. -

    -œReally?  Again, that seems so...  tame.  You -(TM)re putting $500 on
the line in exchange for me going on a car ride with you?  That -(TM)s
nothing. -

   Josh shrugged.   -œThat -(TM)s what I want. - Suit yourself, I thought.

    -œLet -(TM)s get started.  Can -(TM)t wait to take that hot little car
of yours for a test drive.  Just so we -(TM)re clear, I -(TM)ll be driving,
okay? -

    -œI really have tried to be nice, but you clearly don -(TM)t appreciate
it.  Just so you know, I -(TM)m not going to show you any mercy when you
lose.  You asked for it. -

    -œBring it on. -



   Part 3

   He turned on the TV.  It was so much bigger than the old CRTs I used to
play on.  It was actually kind of exciting to be playing on this huge
screen.  It looked so good on the big screen.  He passed me the controllers
and we got started.  I picked Peach.  He picked Fox.

    -œRules? -

    -œThree stock.  No items.  First map is Final Destination, loser -(TM)s
choice after that.  Best of three, - Josh said matter-of-factly.

   I nodded.  Those were the standard rules.  I pressed the okay button and
the match began.  I started the match by keeping my distance and throwing
turnips at him.  Fox was faster than my character and better at close
quarters, but I had good projectile game.  Back in college, people would
call me  -~cheap -(TM).  They would get frustrated when they couldn -(TM)t
get close to me and they -(TM)d make mistakes and blunders.

   I -(TM)d never seen a Fox player move so quickly.  He closed the
distance between us in an instant and I didn -(TM)t have time to react at
all.  He got me into a long combo and knocked me off the stage.  I floated
back to the stage and just barely grabbed the edge, but he back hopped onto
the ledge and I missed it completely.  Edge guarding.  He was good.  I
immediately realized that I had underestimated him.  I -(TM)d have to bring
my A game.

   I was down a stock, but I had gotten his percentage up with my
projectiles.  I rushed him immediately and got him into a combo of my own.
I managed to get a decent combo off and eventually knocked him out of the
arena.  Stock was even: two to two.

    -œYou -(TM)re good, but you -(TM)re still going to lose, - I taunted.

   When he came back, he did the same thing I -(TM)d done to him.  He
rushed me in his invincibility frames and got me locked into a combo.  I
just couldn -(TM)t believe how fast his Fox was.  It was like he was at a
different level.  I couldn -(TM)t get away from him.  By the time I
reacted, I was already trapped in his combos.  He didn -(TM)t give me a
chance to play from a distance at all.  He knocked me out, and this time, I
hadn -(TM)t managed to get a single hit on him.  I was beginning to realize
that this guy was not just good...  he was really good.  This game was
going to be challenging.  He had two stocks left and hadn -(TM)t even taken
any damage.  I was in trouble.  I came back to the stage and rushed him
again.  I got some decent damage in, but he got away from me.  Then at just
right moment, I pulled a lucky stitch-face turnip and knocked him straight
out of the arena.  One stock to one.  I still had a chance.

   After a long and tough back-and-forth battle, I managed to beat his Fox.
I taunted him.   -œNo chance, huh?  Looks like you -(TM)re about to be down
$500. -

    -œThat -(TM)s unlikely. - For someone who just lost, he looked
completely composed.  It was unnerving to me.  He was one game away from
losing a lot of money and his demeanor hadn -(TM)t changed at all.  It was
driving me crazy.  I knew I had his number now.  But if he still felt he
could win, maybe I could get more out of him.

    -œWow, you still think you can win after that match?  I just crushed
you. - It was actually a pretty close match, but I felt like I had the
momentum.   -œLet -(TM)s up the stakes again.  If I win, I want $1,000. -
I was going to make a lot of cash off of this arrogant idiot.  He just
couldn -(TM)t fathom that he was going to lose to a girl.

   He sighed.   -œYou -(TM)re just making things worse for yourself, but
okay, I -(TM)ll up it.  I still want the same thing as before, but I can
touch you anywhere.  No sex, no complaining. -

   I guess it didn -(TM)t sound that bad.  I kind of expected him to want
to do that, anyway.  I mean, who was he kidding, I had the momentum, and he
would have to win two more games in a row to come back.  I felt like I had
it in the bag.

    -œDeal.  No backing out. - I held out my hand for a binding handshake.
This was going to be the easiest $1,000 I had ever made in my entire life.
We shook on it and he agreed.  No backing out under any circumstances.  But
then something happened that scared me.

   He changed his character to Marth.  He smiled.   -œJust so you know, I
only play Fox casually.  Now I -(TM)m going to get serious. -

   I stared at him incredulously.  That was....  a surprise.  I shook my
head.  No, he had to be bluffing.  With this much on the line, why would he
risk playing a character that wasn -(TM)t his main, I thought.   -œChanging
your character won -(TM)t make a difference.  Hope you know where your dad
-(TM)s car keys are. -

   I had noticed him sneaking a peak at my breasts again.  I couldn -(TM)t
really blame him; I did choose a v-neck t-shirt and a push-up bra for a
reason.   -œTry to keep your eyes on the screen, because this is all you
-(TM)re going to see tonight, buster. -

   Josh smiled again.  He had such cute, wavy hair.  For a moment, I
thought I wouldn -(TM)t mind dating him, if not for the fact that I was
about to take him to the cleaners for his money.   -œJust to level with
you, you -(TM)ve seriously got no chance versus my Marth.  I -(TM)ll make
you a deal.  If you strip naked right now and let me have a good look, I
-(TM)ll let you get out of the bet, and we can go get dinner or something.
-

   I had looked at him with my eyes wide like saucers.  Me, strip naked,
for a guy I had just met?  Definitely not.  I was not taking my clothes off
that night.  I had this.  He was just trying to psyche me out.   -œNo deal.
-



   Part 4

   He picked Dreamland.  To say the match was one-sided would be an
understatement.  He wasn -(TM)t bluffing.  Every time he knocked me off the
stage, I had no chance whatsoever to get back to the stage.  And the stage
was so small, I had no room to try to keep my distance like I had in the
game against his Fox.  I eventually found myself down to one stock versus
his three.

    -œReady to give up? - Now it was his turn to taunt me.  He looked so
smug, like he knew he had already won.  I was resigned.  He was right.

    -œFine, you win this one. - I jumped off the stage, admitting defeat.
There was no point trying to take out three stocks with only one life left.
I couldn -(TM)t believe I had lost so easily.

    -œYour stage pick, Jen. -

    -œHyrule, - I replied.  I needed a bigger stage, and this one would
give me a chance to maneuver more freely.  Not that it would make much of a
difference, but at least it would help a little.

   Josh paused.   -œLook, after the last match, you must know you -(TM)re
totally screwed.  But I -(TM)m willing to make a deal to give you a chance.
- As much as I wanted to keep my pride, I had to admit that I was
definitely not confident about my chances.  This guy was clearly better
than me, and if I was going to have a chance, I needed to take any
advantage I could get.  I had to consider his deal.   -œBut before I make
my offer, do you admit that you -(TM)re fucked? -

   Ugh.  He was really going to rub it in, wasn -(TM)t he?  As much as I
hated to admit it, he was right.  But I didn -(TM)t want to say it out
loud. That would make it real.   -œSeriously? -

    -œI want to hear you say it.  Say that you -(TM)re fucked and ask me
for help. -

   Unbelievable.  He was so smug.  And he was going to make me ask for it.
I hated to admit it, but if I wanted him to give me a handicap, I had to do
what he said.   -œI -(TM)m fucked and I need your help. - He waited with a
pregnant pause and I stared at him cluelessly.  Oh, right, of course.   -œI
-(TM)m fucked and I need your help, please. -

   Josh grinned.   -œI -(TM)m glad you asked, Jennifer.  I -(TM)ll tell you
what.  If you strip naked right now and do a twirl, I -(TM)ll play with
only one stock to your five. -

   I stared at him in disbelief.  The utter nerve.  How dare he?  No way I
was going to let him see me naked!  That would be fucking humiliating.  And
yet...  if I didn -(TM)t want him to spend my night tied up to this loser
-(TM)s bed and being felt up, I was going to have to do exactly what he
asked.

   I had to at least protest.  I didn -(TM)t want to make it look like I
wanted to strip for him.  I couldn -(TM)t believe the hole I -(TM)d dug
myself into.  I tried to bargain.   -œWhat if I strip to just my underwear?
-

   Josh shook his head and grabbed the controller.   -œIf you don -(TM)t
need the help, then let -(TM)s just play. -

    -œFine. - I had angrily lifted my purple v-neck over my head,
revealing my pink brassiere and small but ample bust.  I was proud of my
toned abs, but I had definitely not planned on showing them off that night.
I threw it on the couch next to him and began unbuttoning my jeans.  They
were skinny jeans, so I had to sit on the ground and pull at the ankles to
get them off completely.  I practically threw my jeans at him, too.  
-œHappy now? -

    -œNot yet, - Josh replied, unimpressed.  There I was standing in just
my underwear to a guy I had just met half an hour ago and he was completely
nonchalant.  Most guys would be creaming themselves for this, but not this
guy.   -œHurry up.  I don -(TM)t have all night. -

   Great.  Not only did I have to strip naked for this jerk, but he was
telling me to hurry up, too.  I was being chastised like a child.  I
reached behind my back and unclasped my bra.  I slowly pulled the straps
down from my arms.  Instead of throwing it at him that time, I just let the
garment fall down, revealing my small, perky breasts for him to see.  I
felt so defeated.  I covered my chest with my arm and looked at him,
expecting to see some kind of reaction, but he just looked annoyed.   -œDo
you just throw your clothes on the floor at your house?  You -(TM)re an
adult.  Fold up your clothes and put them here.  Neatly. - He really
emphasized the neatly at the end.  I couldn -(TM)t believe I was being
scolded for how I was taking off my clothes for this asshole.  His demeanor
had completely changed from being so friendly to being really mean and
bossy.  In retrospect, maybe I should have been nicer to him before making
such a crazy bet.

   Resigned to my fate, I walked over to the couch and began folding my
clothes as he had asked.  I couldn -(TM)t cover myself while I was folding
my laundry and he obviously got a good look at me.  There was no point in
protesting, because I knew I had to do what he asked.  When I finished, I
instinctively covered my chest again, embarrassed to be nude next to this
stranger.   -œThere.  I did what you asked.  Can we play the match now? -
I had asked, hoping he would at least let me keep my panties.

   He gave me a stern look.   -œI gave you a fair deal.  All I asked was
that you strip and do a twirl, and I -(TM)d give you a handicap.  I -(TM)m
not asking for much considering the position you -(TM)re in.  If you can
-(TM)t even do that, the deal is off.  Let -(TM)s play. -

   I gasped and threw my hands up in a motion telling him to stop,
revealing my body in its full glory.  I couldn -(TM)t afford to play him on
even footing.  I let him gaze upon my flat, toned stomach and small, yet
perky breasts, something only a small handful of guys had gotten lucky
enough to see.   -œWait, no, no.  Please, I -(TM)m sorry.  I -(TM)ll take
my panties off.  Look, see, I -(TM)m doing it right now. - I hooked my
thumbs into my panties and slid them down my legs, and stepped out of my
panties one foot at a time.  I considered throwing them at him, but
remembering how I had almost stripped for nothing, I folded my undergarment
and put it neatly next to my other clothes like an obedient little girl. 
My face flushed with crimson as I thought about what I was subjecting
myself to.  Then I did a twirl with my hands at my side, making sure he
didn -(TM)t have any reason to complain.  He got to see my everything.  I
thought it was the most humiliating thing I -(TM)d ever done.  I -(TM)d
later find out how wrong I was.   -œPlease. - I felt so exposed as he
stared at my pussy, and I was immediately regretting my decision earlier
that night to shave  -~just in case. -(TM)  -œI did what you asked.  I need
the handicap. - I paused.  He was waiting again.   -œPlease, Josh. - The
most irritating thing about this guy is how much he insisted on stupid
platitudes like me saying please, as if he was doing me a huge favor.

   I could see the wheels turning in Josh -(TM)s head again.  This guy
really knew how to take advantage of the situation.   -œI -(TM)ll give you
one last chance.  Lay down on my knee and let me spank you five times, and
I want you to thank me for it.  If you do that, then I -(TM)ll play the
match with one stock.  But if you complain or protest even a little bit, no
deal.  You have ten seconds to decide.  Ten...  nine...  eight... -

   Fuck.  I realized he was serious.  He just kept counting down and I
barely had time to think.  I couldn -(TM)t believe I hadn -(TM)t even lost
the game yet and I was subjecting myself to not only getting spanked, but
having to thank him for it, too.  Could things get any worse?  Oh, I wish I
hadn -(TM)t asked.   -œOkay, okay, stop counting.  I -(TM)ll do it. - I
walked over to him and laid down on his knee, the edge of my nipples
touching the texture of the cool leather couch.  I felt the hard slap of
his hand on my ass and winced in pain.  He definitely wasn -(TM)t going
easy on me.  I waited for the next one, but it didn -(TM)t come.  It was
like he was waiting for something.  Then I remembered.  Of course.

    -œThank you. - This guy!  He was so irritating!  A few moments later,
I felt another immediate smack and stinging.  That was two.   -œThank you.
- Smack.  Three.  My ass was going to be so red.   -œThank you. - Smack.
Four, I counted in my head.   -œThank you. - Then the last one was
delivered with such force that I yelped.  Not wanting to risk pissing him
off anymore, I squeaked,  -œthank you so much, Josh. -

    -œThank you for what, Jennifer? -

   I glared daggers at him, but I was powerless.  I decided to just give
him what he wanted.   -œThank you for spanking me, Josh. - I gritted my
teeth, but at least it was over.

    -œBut why are you thanking me? -

   Was he really going to keep playing 20 questions with me?  I -(TM)m
thanking you because I can -(TM)t beat you in Smash without a handicap,
jackass.  Obviously.   -œThank you for spanking me, Josh, because I
deserved it.  I apologize for not doing what you asked me to. - I told him
what I thought he wanted to hear.  He seemed to accept my apology.  This
guy really messed with my head.  He somehow had me doing things I never
thought I -(TM)d do.  I was just dumbfounded that I not only let him spank
me, and then thanked him for it, but then I apologized for making him do
it. It was so embarrassing.  But whatever, I got over it quickly.  I had to
focus on what was important: winning this match of Smash Brothers Melee.  I
walked over to my clothes and began to put my bra back on.

   Josh held his hand up to stop me.   -œHold on.  I didn -(TM)t say you
could get dressed. -

    -œBut we -(TM)re going to play the game now and... - Oh, fuck.  You
-(TM)ve got to be kidding me, I thought.  I sighed.  I thought about
protesting, but I didn -(TM)t really want to test his patience.  I could
still feel the sting from the last time I thought it was a good idea to
argue with him.   -œFine.  Whatever gets you off.  You -(TM)re going to
regret spotting me that stock. - I did my best to sound confident, but he
chuckled, clearly unconvinced by my bravado.



   Part 5

   I picked Peach again and he chose Jigglypuff.  I couldn -(TM)t believe
he changed characters again.  And to Jigglypuff of all characters.  From
what I remembered back in school, Jigglypuff was a bit of a joke character.
No one played her seriously.  For him to play her with one stock, it was
almost as he if he wanted to lose.   -œYou -(TM)re really going to play
Jigglypuff? - I just couldn -(TM)t believe he was so confident that he
-(TM)d go one stock to my five with one of the worst characters in the
game.

   He laughed at me.  The nerve.   -œWow, Jen, you know, I like your
optimism, but maybe save the trash talking for another time.  In case you
forgot, you -(TM)re naked. - He locked in his character and we went to
stage select.  I chose Hyrule.  He had a point.  Yeah, I was naked, and my
butt was stinging from the thrashing he gave me for taking too long to
strip.  But I still had my pride.  I wasn -(TM)t going to show any
weakness. In a moment of complete idiocy, I kept up the trash talk.  I
-(TM)m not sure why I did it.  I guess there were a few factors.  One being
that I knew Jigglypuff was a terrible character, and two, at some level, I
believed that I could psych him out and he -(TM)d fumble.

    -œLook, you might be better than me, I admit that, but there -(TM)s no
way you can beat me with a low tier character like Jigglypuff. - I just
had to keep trash talking.  As I said earlier, I -(TM)m such an idiot.

   Josh glared at me angrily.  I was definitely pushing his buttons, which
at the time, seemed like a good idea.  I was trying to mess with his
confidence.  But it didn -(TM)t even take him a moment to quip back, 
-œOkay, miss professional Smash player, let -(TM)s up the stakes then.  If
you can win this match, I -(TM)ll give you $2,000.  But if you lose, you
-(TM)re going home naked. -

   I didn -(TM)t even hesitate.  I couldn -(TM)t believe he was just going
to bet $2,000 on a fucking Jigglypuff.  Did I mention, one of the worst
characters in the game?  If he lost to me with Fox, he had no chance with
this pile of pink goo.  I shook his hand and said,  -œYou -(TM)re on!  No
backing out.  No matter what.  When you lose, I -(TM)m getting paid. - I
was obstinate.  I wouldn -(TM)t let him back out of it and claim it was
just a joke.

    -œThat -(TM)s fine.  If you -(TM)re worried I -(TM)ll go back on it,
let -(TM)s make a recording to confirm the deal, - Josh replied
cheerfully.

    -œFine. - I grabbed my phone and pressed the record button.   -œJosh,
if you lose this game of Smash, you agree to give me $2,000, buy me dinner
every Friday for the next month, and to let me take your dad -(TM)s car out
for a test drive.  Do you agree? -

    -œI agree, - Josh replied.

    -œAnd if I lose, I agree to be tied up for an hour, you can touch me
anywhere you want to, and I -(TM)ll go for a car ride afterward. -

   Match point.  I went in with my turnip game just like before, keeping my
distance, but somehow, just like with Fox, this guy had a way of moving
faster than anyone I -(TM)d ever played with before.  I wasn -(TM)t sure
how he was doing it, but it felt like he was almost cheating.  After what
felt like only a moment, he knocked me off the stage and I barely got any
damage on him.  I came back and rushed him, knowing that I had four lives
left.  If I could just get in enough damage, he would be easy to knock off
the stage.  But every time I approached him, he somehow got the priority
hit off.  If I tried to run and play the range game, he -(TM)d close the
distance and combo me before I could react.

   Before I knew it, I was down to one stock, but l still had hope.  He was
at 98%.  If I could just get one good smash attack on him, I knew I could
win.  I just had to play carefully.  I dashed back and forth, trying to
conceal my intents and confuse him, to throw him off his game.  If I just
got one hit in, everything I -(TM)d endured tonight would have been worth
it.  But then there was a moment that changed everything.  Josh taunted, 
-œGood thing it -(TM)s dark outside, otherwise it would be pretty hard to
go home naked. -

   I turned to stare daggers at him at his stupid comment, and in that
moment of distraction, he went in for an instant KO with the rest ability.
I heard the smashing sound of my character instantly leaving the stage, and
in what felt like forever, I stared at the screen that said defeat.  I
couldn -(TM)t believe it.  I lost to a fucking Jigglypuff.  I lost my
clothes to this freaking nerd who plays Jigglypuff.  This scrawny looking
guy was going to get to tie me up and do whatever he wanted because I just
couldn -(TM)t keep my mouth shut.  Do you have any idea how humiliating it
is to lose to that cute little fluffball of a Pokemon with my best
character?  Not only that, but to lose to her while being forced to play
naked?  It couldn -(TM)t get any worse, could it?

   I began to get dressed and this time, Josh didn -(TM)t stop me.  I
thought he would protest, but he didn -(TM)t say anything.  I instinctually
defended my decision.   -œThe bet was one hour of being tied up.  I never
agreed to let you tie me up naked. -

   Josh shrugged.   -œIt doesn -(TM)t make any difference to me. - I
-(TM)ve never gotten dressed so quickly in my entire life.



   Part 6

   Yeah, so that -(TM)s the story of how I got into this interesting
situation, as I have been calling it.  Josh is binding my hands and feet to
the bedposts.  To be frank, this sucks, but it could be worse.  The rope is
uncomfortable, but not tight or painful.  My mobility is limited, but
otherwise, I -(TM)m okay.  I just have to endure this for an hour, and then
I -(TM)ll get to go home.  At least, that -(TM)s what I -(TM)m hoping.  He
seems like a good guy.  I think maybe if I apologize for being a bitch, he
-(TM)ll let me off the hook for all the other things I agreed to in my
moment of weakness.  At least that -(TM)s what I -(TM)m hoping.

    -œHey, Josh... - I begin with the sweetest voice, trying to hide my
vehement feelings towards him.  A voice I -(TM)ve used many times in my
life to get what I want.  To get sympathy.  I know it -(TM)s manipulative,
but who wouldn -(TM)t in this situation?   -œI know we got off on the wrong
foot.  I -(TM)m really sorry for  -" - Josh puts a finger to my lips. 
Hush.

    -œJennifer, I -(TM)ll be honest, an apology at this point is too
little, too late.  You -(TM)re one of the rudest people I -(TM)ve ever met.
Save it. -

   I pull my arms and legs, but they barely budge an inch.  I am strapped
down to this bed.  I just keep thinking, fuck, I just met this guy, and I
-(TM)m letting him tie me up.  What is wrong with me?  But it -(TM)s my own
fault.  I -(TM)ve got to play nice with him.  Now that I -(TM)m tied up, I
don -(TM)t really have any other alternatives.

   Josh looks at me and nods at his handiwork.   -œYou look nice. -

   I glare daggers at him, but don -(TM)t say anything.  I -(TM)m in a
crappy situation and I -(TM)m not about to make it worse.   -œGood job, -
I reply.  No, I -(TM)ve got to be nice to him.   -œUm...  thank you. - The
words coming out of my mouth betray my feelings.

    -œBefore we begin, now that I have your full attention, I -(TM)d like
to tell you a couple of things.  You don -(TM)t know as much about Smash as
you think you do.  Jigglypuff isn -(TM)t a low tier character.  You clearly
don -(TM)t know much anything about the actual meta game.  You might have
been a good player at your school or whatever, but in real tournaments, you
wouldn -(TM)t get past the first round.  I would know because I -(TM)ve
actually competed in them.  You had no chance to win.  I -(TM)m not even
that good at the game.  There are pros out there that you wouldn -(TM)t be
able to take a single stock from if you played them 100 times.  I -(TM)m
amazed that you thought you were so good while you don -(TM)t even know
basic tech like wave dashing or DI. - Wave what?  DI?  I didn -(TM)t have
any idea what he was talking about, but I got the gist of his meaning.  I
suck.  I never really had a chance against him, and I even blew my
five-stock advantage.

   Josh continued.   -œBut I did warn you, so I don -(TM)t feel bad about
what -(TM)s going to happen next. - Josh -(TM)s words sting me like a
needle.  He -(TM)s played in tournaments.  He -(TM)s no amateur.  I was way
out of my league.  From his perspective, I was practically begging him to
tie me up.

    -œUm, what is going to happen next, exactly?  You said no sex,
remember, - I remind him.  I didn -(TM)t want him getting any funny ideas.

    -œI have no interest in having sex with a rude person like you.  I just
want to teach you some humility.  The next time you think about being rude
to a stranger, I want you to think back on this moment. - Josh leaves the
room, and I -(TM)m wondering what he -(TM)s doing.  I thought he would just
cop a good feel and we -(TM)d make out for a bit, and then he -(TM)d let me
go.  But now I see him coming back with scissors.  You -(TM)ve got to be
kidding me.  Is this really how I -(TM)m going to die?  I suddenly feel
really scared.  I -(TM)m sure the police report will look great.  Dumb
bitch in her 20s agrees to be tied up by guy she just met, body found a
week later in the river.  I close my eyes in fear, but instead of feeling
any pain, I just hear the snipping of the scissors on fabric.  My fabric.
He was cutting my clothes!  Okay, I take it back, just kill me now.  Dying
sounds great right about now.

    -œHey, what the fuck!? - I protest.  All of my plans of charming him
and being nice fly out the window.  He -(TM)s going to destroy my fucking
clothes!

   Josh rolls his eyes.   -œYou were the one that insisted on getting
dressed.  I told you it wouldn -(TM)t make any difference. -

    -œI never agreed to get tied up naked!  Or have my clothes ruined.  No
deal! -

   He considers it for a moment  -œAlright, that -(TM)s fair.  It -(TM)s
true that you never agreed to me cutting your clothes off, but in my
defense, what exactly did you expect when you agreed to be tied up?  That
you -(TM)d just lie here for an hour? -

   He had a point.  I probably should have assumed there was an implication
of nudity when I agreed to be tied up.  Ugh.  I hate to admit that.  No, I
won -(TM)t admit it.  I argue.   -œIf you wanted me naked, you should have
said that when you made the bet. -

    -œTell you what, I -(TM)ll meet you halfway.  I -(TM)ll give you a
chance to keep your clothes if you play a game with me. - A game?  Really?
My first instinct is to say hell no, I -(TM)ve played enough stupid games
for one night.  But no...  I have to hear him out.  Maybe I can win his
game.  It -(TM)s worth it to keep my clothes.

    -œFine.  What -(TM)s the game? -

    -œIt -(TM)s called strip tickle.  I -(TM)m going to tickle you.  Every
time you laugh, I -(TM)m going to cut off an article of clothing.  Don
-(TM)t worry, I -(TM)ll reimburse you for your clothes.  I promise.  It
-(TM)s the least I can do, considering you -(TM)re about to become the past
president of the girls who have clothes club. -

   Against my better judgment, I -(TM)m thinking about his suggestion.  It
-(TM)s hard for me to turn down a challenge.  Although that -(TM)s kind of
what got me in this mess in the first place.  But whatever, this is
definitely a game I can win.  All I have to do is endure some tickling and
I -(TM)ll get to keep my clothes.  I know one thing that he doesn -(TM)t. I
-(TM)m not ticklish.

    -œPromise me you -(TM)ll put those scissors away when I win your stupid
game.  The deal is that if I don -(TM)t laugh, nothing comes off.  Got it?
- I wasn -(TM)t really in a strong negotiating position, but he agrees to
my terms.  I sigh in relief.  He got to see me naked once, and that -(TM)s
the last time it -(TM)s going to happen.  When this night is over, I -(TM)m
going to try to forget I ever met this jerk.

   Josh nods.   -œI promise.  I -(TM)d shake your hand on it, but you seem
to be a little tied up at the moment. - He glances at the bedpost, where
my arm is thoroughly bound.

    -œDeal. - I think this will be easy.  I -(TM)ve never been ticklish,
even as a child.  Josh puts his alarm clock on the dresser and sets the
timer for one hour.  How thoughtful of him.  At least if he -(TM)s busy
wasting his time tickling me, he won -(TM)t be doing anything worse.  I
haven -(TM)t really considered what happens if I lose the game.  How can I
lose if I -(TM)m not ticklish?  The game is rigged, but I -(TM)m not
telling him that.  I think smugly, sorry bud, you -(TM)re going to have
blue balls tonight.

   He begins by trying to tickle me under my arms.  It doesn -(TM)t really
bother me.   -œHaving trouble performing? - I ask innocently with just a
hint of venom.   -œMaybe it -(TM)s just not your night. -

    -œEveryone is ticklish somewhere, Jennifer. -

    -œIt -(TM)s Jen. - I reply coldly.  I don -(TM)t really care if he
calls me Jennifer or Jen, but I want to exert some tiny amount of control
over my situation.  Even if it -(TM)s something as small as my name.

    -œYou -(TM)re about to get tickled until you -(TM)re naked and that
-(TM)s what you -(TM)re concerned about?  You have bigger problems,
Jennifer. - He doesn -(TM)t even give me an inch, but I won -(TM)t give
him the pleasure.  I won -(TM)t break.  He -(TM)s seen all that he -(TM)s
going to see.  I can -(TM)t lose.

    -œDo your worst, - I reply.  Under my arms or on my feet, it doesn
-(TM)t matter.  When I was growing up, my brothers would try to tickle me
sometimes, but unlike them, it never bothered me at all.  There was no
chance he would win our little game.  He continues trying to tickle me, but
he -(TM)s unsuccessful.  I feel smug and I want him to know it.   -œSorry,
it looks like the show is over.  Too bad.  If it -(TM)s any consolation,
you got a lot farther with me than I thought you would. -

    -œPerhaps your feet. - He slides my pink sneakers and socks off my
feet.  Technically, he -(TM)s not supposed to remove any of my clothing,
but whatever, it -(TM)s just my socks and shoes.  I -(TM)m not hung up on
the details.  I know my feet aren -(TM)t ticklish.  He tickles my feet with
his fingers, but I don -(TM)t feel any sensation other than annoyance at my
situation.  I look at the clock.  57 minutes left.

    -œI guess we -(TM)ll have to start looking in other areas. - He begins
to pull down my jeans and I immediately protest.  Shoes and socks were one
thing, but I didn -(TM)t agree to take off my pants!   -œHey, you said I
-(TM)d get to keep my clothes! - Not fair.  That wasn -(TM)t the deal.

    -œRelax, Jen.  I just need to try tickling some other spots.  And I
-(TM)m not going to remove your jeans.  They -(TM)re still on you, see? -

   Always read the fine print.  I sigh.  Lawyered.  Must get it from his
parents.  I guess I can -(TM)t really argue with him.  It -(TM)s not like
he can tickle me through my jeans.  I think if I cut him some slack, he
-(TM)ll give me a break.   -œFine, but keep your hands away from my... - I
blushed, trying to think of the best way to phrase this.   -œErogenous
zones.  Tickling only.  And stay away from those scissors. - I like my
clothes, damn it.  No cutting!

   He begins gliding his fingers down my legs.  It feels nice.  I hate to
admit that I -(TM)m a little turned on by the situation, but still, I can
-(TM)t wait for that fucking clock to get to zero.  I -(TM)m so ready to go
home.  This night has not gone the way I thought it would at all.

   I twitch.  His fingers touch my leg on the underside of my knee cap. 
That felt different.  It -(TM)s a sensation I -(TM)ve never felt before. 
Is this what being tickled feels like?  I look at him and hope he didn
-(TM)t notice my brief involuntary movement, but he looks like a compulsive
gambler that finally hit the jackpot.   -œLooks like I found something. -

    -œNo, - I shake my head.   -œI -(TM)m not ticklish.  You -(TM)re
wasting your time. - But he ignores me and begins lightly moving his
fingers in that spot and I start twitching again.  Fuck.  It tickles!  He
actually found a spot.  No one has ever tried to tickle me there before. 
How the fuck could I have known I was ticklish under my leg?  Oh my God.  I
need to stay calm and try to relax.  Because if I don -(TM)t, I -(TM)m not
going to have much choice about going home butt fucking naked.  I begin to
writhe and squirm, trying my best to clench my jaw shut and not laugh.

    -œFor someone who isn -(TM)t ticklish, you -(TM)re certainly squirming
a lot, Jennifer.  We -(TM)ve got another 53 minutes on the clock.  It
-(TM)s pretty clear I -(TM)ve found your spot.  You -(TM)re fucked and
about to lose all your clothes.  Want to make a deal? -

   Oh no.  Not another one of these, I think.  His deals are always
terrible.  The last time we made a deal, I ended up getting spanked butt
naked over his lap.  Screw that.   -œNot interested! - I spat back
defiantly.  He starts brushing his fingers on the underside of my leg more
rapidly and it feels unbearable.  I feel like I -(TM)m going to burst.  No,
I think...  I love this shirt.  I have to be strong.  But I can feel myself
losing control.  I can -(TM)t stop myself.  Before I break out into
uncontrollable laughter, I try to take back control.  I shout,  -œOkay,
stop, stop, what -(TM)s the deal?  What do you want? -

    -œFirst, I want you to say, I -(TM)m fucked and I need your help. -
Josh is elated.  He -(TM)s finally broken through.  I lost another game
that I couldn -(TM)t lose.

   I grit my teeth.  I do as he asks.  What else am I going to do?  Drive
home naked?   -œJosh, I -(TM)m fucked, and I need your help. - He looks at
me expectantly like he -(TM)s waiting for something.  Oh my God, seriously?
He wants me to say that word again.   -œJosh, I -(TM)m fucked and I need
your help, please. - This guy is ridiculous.

    -œHmm, I can see that.  You -(TM)re in quite the predicament.  I
-(TM)ll tell you what, if you beg me to fuck you with a dildo, I won -(TM)t
cut up your clothes.  Limited time offer. -

   What.  The.  Fuck.  There was no way I was going to let him do that in a
million years.  No, I can endure this.  I shake my head.   -œNo deal. - I
could feel my pussy getting wet at the thought.  My body was betraying me,
but no, I was absolutely not, under any circumstances, going to let a guy I
just met fuck me.   -œThat sounds worse than the tickling.  No thanks. -
He continues tickling me, but I -(TM)m defiant.  I won -(TM)t let this
asshole break me.  I resist.

   Josh shrugged.   -œTimes up.  Your loss. - He leaves the room for a
moment.  I look at the clock.  49.  I -(TM)ve made it to 49.  As hard as he
-(TM)s tried, he hasn -(TM)t been able to make me laugh yet.  I -(TM)ve
lasted this long.  It -(TM)s not over yet.  I -(TM)m optimistic.  He -(TM)s
already tickled me for ten minutes and hasn -(TM)t gotten anywhere.  You
can do this, Jen.  But then I see him return with something in his hands.

    -œLet -(TM)s see if this will loosen you up, - Josh says, holding a
toothbrush in his hand.  The hell is he going to do with a toothbrush? 
Brush my teeth?  What kind of sicko is this guy?

   To my surprise, I feel the bristles of the toothbrush gently massage my
leg, and I feel the most intense sensation.   -œOh, dear, Jennifer, I haven
-(TM)t even turned it on yet.  Seems like you really are ticklish under
there, aren -(TM)t you? -

   He turns on the brush and I hear the sound of the motor running.  I
squirm and I thrash as the tickling sensation envelops my consciousness. 
It -(TM)s mortifying.  I can -(TM)t take it.  I burst out laughing.  I
laugh and I squeal, incapable of holding it in any longer.  If anyone else
was home, I -(TM)m sure the entire house would be able to hear my
bellowing. When he finally stops, I -(TM)m so out of breath that I don
-(TM)t even notice him cutting the fabric of my shirt.  Snip, snip.  I feel
the cool air touch my skin when my shirt is removed.  I -(TM)m too out of
breath to argue, not that it would make any difference.  He would rightly
point out that I agreed to the game.

    -œTime for round two. - Oh my God, this tickling is unbearable.  I
squirm and trash, but I know it -(TM)s fruitless.  I -(TM)m beginning to
resign myself to the fact that I -(TM)m going home naked tonight.  I burst
out laughing again, and this time he snips the front clasp of my beautiful
pink bra.  That was $50, asshole.  Josh removes the last garment protecting
my breasts and begins to fondle them.  His hands feel soft to the touch and
he -(TM)s surprisingly gentle.  He rubs my nipple and I feel warmth in my
nether regions.  I want to protest, but what can I say?  I agreed that he
could touch me anywhere he wanted, as long as he didn -(TM)t have sex with
me.  I am about as close to being fucked without actually getting fucked as
is humanly possible.

    -œWhen you first got here, I got the feeling that you thought you were
better than me. - Josh chides me.   -œYou came here wearing that low cut
shirt saying I wasn -(TM)t going to see anything, but what you think and
what actually happens doesn -(TM)t always match up, does it? -

    -œI don -(TM)t.  I promise, I don -(TM)t think I -(TM)m better than
you. - I defend myself, even though I don -(TM)t really believe my own
words.  To be honest, while I think he -(TM)s cute, he was right.  I did
feel like I was out of his league.  But yet here I am, tied up naked and
being tickled like some play thing.

    -œI don -(TM)t believe you, but luckily for you, it doesn -(TM)t
matter. Ready for round three? - Josh pulls out the toothbrush again and I
wince.  No, no, no, anything but that.  I look at the clock and it still
says 40 minutes are left.  It feels like an eternity.  He -(TM)s been
fondling my tits for like ten minutes.  I would never let someone do that
on the first date, yet I -(TM)m letting this guy have his way with me.  I
blush.  I hate the fact that some small part of me is actually enjoying
this, while the other part of me is incensed at the degradation.

    -œPlease, no, no, no.  It tickles too much.  Please don -(TM)t cut up
my jeans, - I begged.  I -(TM)m so desperate, I -(TM)m throwing out the P
word like candy.  If I can at least go home topless, I could play it off
like I spilled something on my shirt and I wasn -(TM)t wearing a bra.  Not
very believable, but plausible.  If he stripped me completely, there would
be no talking my way out of that if anyone saw me.

   Josh looks at me and shrugs.   -œSorry, no deal. - He goes right back
in with the electric toothbrush and I don -(TM)t even waste time trying to
endure it this time.  I just burst out laughing and beg him to stop.  Snip,
snip, snip.  I -(TM)m surprised the scissors even slice through my jeans
like they -(TM)re nothing.  I suppose they must be made for cutting fabric.
I wonder, has he done this before?  No time to think about that.  I -(TM)m
left tied to the bed in nothing but my pink bikini-style panties now. 
Okay, okay, I try to rationalize.  If I can at least keep my panties on,
maybe I can somehow explain it to my roommate, who will no freaking doubt
wonder what the hell I -(TM)m doing coming home in nothing but panties. 
Maybe I can say something about my clothes getting exposed to chemicals? 
No, that sounds stupid.  I need something more plausible  -" my thoughts
are interrupted as Josh starts the tickling again and I immediately let out
a cacophony of laughter, incapable of controlling my reaction even the
slightest bit.  Fuck.  He snips my panties and I -(TM)m now tied to this
guy -(TM)s bed completely nude.  I -(TM)m sure he can see how wet I am.  I
bet he thinks I -(TM)m enjoying this.  I -(TM)m not.  I -(TM)m never going
to admit this turns me on.  This whole situation is unbelievable.  How the
hell am I going to explain this when I get home?  I never should have made
this bet.

   I look at the clock.  It says 36 minutes.  I can -(TM)t believe it only
took a few minutes for me to just surrender my last two pieces of clothing
without a fight.  I didn -(TM)t even make it to the halfway point before I
surrendered all my clothes like some slutty school girl.  This sucks.  But
at least the tickling is over.   -œOkay, I lost your game, you got all my
clothes.  Can we move on now? - I angrily spat at him.   -œGo ahead and
cop your feels.  Get it out of your system. - I assumed the whole point of
stripping me was so he could touch my body without my clothes getting in
the way, but instead, he continued using the toothbrush.  I think, are you
fucking kidding me?   -œNo way, you -(TM)re not going to keep tickling me?
You already won, dude, come on. -

    -œYeah, that -(TM)s right.  That -(TM)s what I want to do.  You did say
I could touch you anywhere until the hour was up, remember? - Josh replied
calmly, practically scolding me like a child for even asking.  I think,
there -(TM)s no way I can endure that stupid toothbrush.

   I try to talk my way out of it.   -œI never said you could touch me
anywhere.  Or tie me up naked.  I just said you could tie me up!  No fair!
- I squeaked, trying to get his sympathy.

   Josh pulls out his phone.  He recorded it, too, and I hear my own voice
repeating those awful words.   -œAnd if I lose, I agree to be tied up for
an hour, you can touch me anywhere you want to, and I -(TM)ll go for a car
ride afterward. - Fuck my life.

   He goes in again.  I close my eyes and all I can feel is torture as I
violently thrash and squirm against my bondage.  I laugh so hard I think my
lungs are going to pop.   -œJosh, please, no tickling.  You can touch me as
much as you want, but no more tickling! - I beg for his mercy.  He has all
the power.  I look at the clock and there -(TM)s still 30 minutes left.

    -œI -(TM)m not really hearing anything that makes me want to stop. 
Also, I did say no complaining.  If you insist on keeping this up, there
might be penalties for welshing on the bet. -

   I glare at him with the coldest stare I can muster under the
circumstances.   -œA penalty?  You -(TM)ve got to be kidding me! - He
doesn -(TM)t respond.  He turns on the toothbrush again and the unbearable
laughter starts again.  There -(TM)s no way I can take this.  Fuck, I have
to make him stop, it -(TM)s too much.   -œJosh, please, oh my god, I
-(TM)ll do anything, please, no more tickling.  I -(TM)m ticklish, okay,
you win.  Touch me anywhere, just no more tickling. -

   Josh shrugs and keeps going.   -œUnless you -(TM)ve got a better
alternative, this is what I want to do. -

   Looking at the clock in the moments between tickling, I see that there
-(TM)s still 25 minutes left.  It feels like an eternity, but barely any
time has passed at all.  At this point, I -(TM)m so horny and desperate, I
-(TM)ll do anything to make the tickling stop.  I swallow my pride.  
-œJosh, please fuck me with a dildo. -

   Josh pauses and tilts his head.   -œYou sure you want me to do that?  I
-(TM)m not going to force you to do anything you don -(TM)t want to.  It
doesn -(TM)t sound like you really want that.  I -(TM)m a big believer in
enthusiastic consent. - I look down at my body, my small breasts that he
-(TM)s had his hands all over, my flat stomach...for a moment, I feel
turned on by the sight of my own body trapped in bondage.  But then I
remember how mad I am.

   Even after all he -(TM)s put me through, even after I -(TM)ve given him
everything he wants, he -(TM)s still going to make me fucking beg him to
fuck me like some desperate slut.  Well, I guess that makes me a desperate
slut.   -œJosh, I -(TM)m begging you, please fuck me with a dildo.  Please
do it right now instead of tickling me.  I swear I want you to do this.  Do
it now!  Please! - I exclaim.  Hearing myself say it out loud, it almost
feels like it -(TM)s someone else saying these foreign words.

   Josh grabs a purple dildo from a drawer in his dresser.  Why does this
guy even have one of these?  Is he some kind of perv?  Whatever.  I close
my eyes and wait for it.  I -(TM)m so wet.  It easily slides in.  It feels
nice and warm.  So good.  Am I actually enjoying this?  My body is
betraying me.  I -(TM)m only doing this because I was forced into it, but
yet...  it feels so good.  Such tingling sensations.  I surrender to the
pleasure as he thrusts it back and forth.  I feel waves of pleasure ripple
through my body as Josh fucks me to orgasm.  This nerd who ordinarily would
have no chance with a girl like me just fucked me to an orgasm.  Me of all
people!  I can -(TM)t believe it.  But it -(TM)s hard to think with a dildo
stuffed in me.  The one that I begged this asshole to put in me.  I orgasm
again.  I -(TM)ve lost all sense of control over my situation.  I can feel
the sweat dripping from my face, my nipples tingling and longing to be
fondled, my pussy glistening.  That was...  intense.  That jerk.

   Eventually, I open my eyes.  The clock is still on the dresser ticking
down.  15 minutes.  But I have to imagine Josh has had his fill now.  He
got what he wanted.  He got to fuck me.

    -œWell, that earned you a 10-minute break.  Time to get back to the
tickling. -

    -œNo!  That wasn -(TM)t the deal!  I let you fuck me with a dildo so
you -(TM)d stop tickling me!  You -(TM)ve got to be kidding me! - I couldn
-(TM)t believe the betrayal.  I literally only agreed to that because he
said he -(TM)d stop tickling me, but now he -(TM)s going to tickle me
anyways?  This is so unfair!  What the fuck?

    -œYou -(TM)ve got to be kidding me. - Josh repeats back to me
mockingly.   -œYou keep saying that, but if you think about it, I never
said I -(TM)d stop tickling you.  You just assumed that.  All I said was,
unless you -(TM)ve got a better alternative, it -(TM)s my hour, and I want
to tickle you.  Now I -(TM)m going to get back to it.  That okay with you?
- Josh asks rhetorically.  Obviously, he doesn -(TM)t really fucking care
if it -(TM)s not okay with me.  I understand his meaning.  Unless I offer
him something better, he -(TM)s just going to tickle me until the time is
up.

   I explode with laughter as the touch of the bristles is electrifying on
my poor leg.  I -(TM)ve been fucked, tickled, spanked, and I just can
-(TM)t take it anymore.  I don -(TM)t even last a minute before I -(TM)m
begging him to stop again.   -œJosh, please, please, I -(TM)ll think of
something better. - The clock still says 14 minutes.  It -(TM)s only been
one minute, but it felt like an hour.  How could anyone endure this?  Who
knew a freaking toothbrush of all things would devolve me into such a
pathetic state of degradation.  I -(TM)m feeling so many emotions at once.
I -(TM)m angry, mad that he -(TM)s tricked me into this, that he -(TM)s
humiliated me, and that even after giving up my pussy, I -(TM)m still
getting fucking tickled.  But I -(TM)m also so wet, so horny, I need to get
fucked.   -œJosh, please fuck me with the dildo again.  Please. -

   But I don -(TM)t get the response I expected.   -œBeen there, done that.
- He keeps tickling me.  It -(TM)s unbearable.  What an asshole.  He
-(TM)s literally turning down the option to fuck me.  Me!  I -(TM)m hot. 
Who wouldn -(TM)t want to fuck me?  Apparently not this guy.

   I resign myself to my fate.  I know what I have to do.  I have to offer
him my flower.  I have to give up everything.  And I have to beg for it. 
At this point, I'm so horny, I almost want him to fuck me with his dick. 
Almost.   -œJosh, please fuck me with your dick.  I -(TM)m begging you. 
Please!  I want your dick in me so bad. - Oh my God.  I'm actually asking
for this.

    -œI already told you, I don -(TM)t want to fuck a rude bitch like you.
I -(TM)m enjoying tickling you instead.  Kind of takes you down from that
pedestal you -(TM)ve been sitting on, doesn -(TM)t it? -

   I'm speechless.  My humiliation is complete.  I thought I was so
attractive and so much better than him, and yet here he is, turning down
sex with me.  It dawns on me that I -(TM)m not too good for him...  he
-(TM)s too good for me.  I don -(TM)t even deserve to get fucked by him.  I
-(TM)m mortified.  This is the first time a guy has ever turned ME down.

   I -(TM)m still laughing uncontrollably.  It still says 13 minutes.  13
minutes of this hell.  I wrack my brain, trying to think of anything that
he -(TM)d rather do than tickle me.   -œJosh, please fuck my tits with your
dick.  Please.  Anything.  I -(TM)ll do anything.  I -(TM)m your slut,
please, no more tickling. - I beg.  I -(TM)ve never felt so low, literally
begging this stranger to defile me in every perverted way imaginable, and
him unbelievably turning me down over and over.  He -(TM)s not interested
in fucking me.  He just likes tickling me.  He -(TM)s a sadistic maniac.

   I keep throwing out options at random, willing to try anything to get
out of this predicament, and in a panic, I say something that I immediately
regret.   -œFuck me in the ass with a dildo, Josh. - I gasp.  I can -(TM)t
believe I said that out loud.  I -(TM)ve never let anyone have sex with me
like that before.  I -(TM)ve never even considered letting someone fuck me
there.  But I -(TM)m desperate.  There -(TM)s no way he -(TM)d turn that
down, right?  I mean, it -(TM)s my ass!  It -(TM)s practically the holy
grail of sex.  But no.  He doesn -(TM)t stop.  He -(TM)s not interested in
fucking me.  I -(TM)m not good enough for him.  I feel so pathetic.  Not
only did he break me into offering my anal virginity, but he doesn -(TM)t
even want it.

   I continue to cackle uncontrollably, throwing out the most perverted and
degrading suggestions I can muster in a panic.  I can -(TM)t think while he
-(TM)s fucking tickling me!  Ha, ha, ha, fuck, just let me think!  He doesn
-(TM)t want to fuck me.  He wants to punish me.  That -(TM)s it.   -œJosh,
please spank my ass again.  Please, I -(TM)m begging you.  I want it. 
Please, please, please. -

   Josh pauses.  It worked.  I found something he wants.

   Josh cuts the rope tying down my right arm, and for a brief moment I
think he -(TM)s decided to let me go, but then I realize he -(TM)s just
turning me on my side.  He -(TM)s really going to spank me again.  He
-(TM)s so good at pushing my buttons that he -(TM)s got me begging him to
fuck me instead of the other way around.  Guys are so easy, they all want
me, but with Josh, I -(TM)m the one begging for sex.  It -(TM)s such a
mindfuck.  Even as he frees my arm, I know better than to resist.  It
-(TM)s fruitless to argue.

    -œHow many spankings do you want, Jennifer? -

    -œUm, five. - I reply.  Josh isn -(TM)t pleased.  He immediately
starts tickling me again with that damn torture device.   -œ20!  20, Josh,
I want 20 spankings.  Please.  I want you to do it right now. -

   I look to the dresser for the clock, which still says 13 minutes.  This
is going to feel like an eternity, I think.  I see the purple dildo he
fucked me with sitting on the dresser.  The one he won -(TM)t even consider
using on me.  He -(TM)s going to spank me again.  Unbelievable.  This is so
messed up.

   He starts with a firm slap on my butt.  To be honest, he -(TM)s been
pretty gentle all things considered...  sure, it stings, but I -(TM)ve
never felt like Josh was going to really hurt me or leave any permanent
marks.  Just, you know, sadistically tickle torture me until I was his sex
toy.  Which, at this point, I am definitely his sex toy.

   I wouldn -(TM)t say being spanked is particularly pleasant, but I feel
even wetter than when he fucked me.  I guess it -(TM)s not the sex, but
more so the situation that -(TM)s making everything feel so intense.  Being
forced to beg for him to fuck me and being turned down, it feels so
humiliating, yet also a huge turn on.  I feel like I -(TM)m going to burst
into another orgasm just from thinking about it.

    -œWe can go back to tickling if you want. -

   Fuck.  I forgot.  I have to thank him for this humiliation.   -œThank
you, Josh. - Smack, thank you, smack, thank you.  This truly is the worst.
Between each one, he rubs his hand over my firm butt, and I -(TM)m never
sure exactly when the next slap is coming, which makes it even worse.  I
can feel myself jiggle with every awful smack.  Thank you, thank you, thank
you.  I continue to humiliate myself as he gives me exactly what I asked
for.  I count in my head to 20 and say my final thank you.  It's finally
over.  I breathe a sigh of relief.  It's over...  right?

    -œReady for another round? - Josh says.  It feels like I -(TM)ve been
tied up for hours, and that my ass is going to sting for a week.  Surely we
-(TM)re almost done, right?  I look in horror at the clock.  It still says
there -(TM)s five minutes left.  Is this clock fucking broken or something?
How is time moving so slowly?

    -œYou -(TM)ve got to be -- -

    -œKidding me, - Josh cuts me off.   -œYeah, yeah.  You know the drill.
- I hear the horrible sound of the gears in the toothbrush winding up and
my heart is pounding, knowing what -(TM)s coming.  The spanking I begged
for didn -(TM)t buy me a measly 10 minutes.

    -œJosh, wait, wait.  Let me think. -

    -œBetter think quickly, Jennifer.  I -(TM)ve only got five minutes left
and I -(TM)m not going to waste it. -

   My thoughts are going at a million miles a second.  I burst out the
first deviant act I can think of that I think he might go for.   -œI
-(TM)ll jerk you off and you can come on my tits. - Humiliating.  Utterly
humiliating.  And yet I was praying he would go for it.  But he just
continues walking towards me with the toothbrush.  Really?  He -(TM)s not
interested?

   Josh shrugs.   -œIt doesn -(TM)t sound like you really want to do that.
I -(TM)m going to keep using this toothbrush if that -(TM)s okay with you.
-

   No, it -(TM)s not okay with me, jackass.  Sigh.  I realize my mistake.
The rule all night has been that I have to want it.  Like really want it.
It doesn -(TM)t get much worse than being forced to beg to do something you
really don -(TM)t want to do.  I just don -(TM)t want to be fucking tickled
anymore, asshole.  But I swallow my pride once again and try to tell him
what I think he wants to hear.   -œJosh, please let me jerk you off.  I
want to jerk you off so bad.  The only thing I want is for you to come all
over my tits.  I want it so badly I can taste it.  I -(TM)ll do anything if
you let me jerk you off. -

   Josh relents.  He puts the toothbrush down and unzips his pants.  He
-(TM)s hard.  I guess he -(TM)s enjoying this more than I thought.  I feel
a warmth in my nether regions.  He does want my body after all, I think. 
But then why didn -(TM)t he take it when he had the chance?  I really don
-(TM)t get this guy.  He -(TM)s the weirdest nerd I -(TM)ve ever met.  I
still can -(TM)t believe he turned me down.  My entire life, guys have told
me how hot I am.  I just can -(TM)t figure him out.

   I wrap my fingers around his dick and begin stroking him.  It seems even
bigger than it really is next to my small hand.  Five minutes of this and I
-(TM)m free, I think.  I -(TM)ll just take my time.  I don -(TM)t want to
finish him off too quickly or he -(TM)ll probably use the remaining time to
tickle me.  I -(TM)m almost to the home stretch.  I -(TM)ll just take my
time and...

    -œSo, not to be the bearer of bad news, but you said you -(TM)d go for
a drive with me. - Josh grinned and I cursed myself for making that
addition.   -œBut you know, I -(TM)m a fair person, and you -(TM)ve been a
good sport.  If you can get me off before the timer runs out, you can go
home. -

   I stare at him in shock.  No way.  He -(TM)s really going to follow up
on that?  Even if it -(TM)s nighttime, anyone could see me if we stop at a
traffic light.  I don -(TM)t particularly want any other strangers seeing
me naked tonight.  But from his tone, I can tell Josh is serious. 
Suddenly, I feel a lot more enthusiastic about jerking him off.  Screw you
for making me do this, Josh.  I know better than to say it aloud.

   Any other guy would have creamed his pants in a minute or two from the
pleasures of my delicate hand, but I feel the terror creeping up like
goosebumps as the clock ticks down to three minutes, two minutes, one
minute.  Stroke, stroke, stroke, and I -(TM)m getting nothing.  59, 58, 57.
 -œAre you kidding me, dude?  How have you not had an orgasm yet?  Jesus
Christ. -

    -œYou know, insulting me isn -(TM)t really helping your situation, -
Josh replies.  Oh, he makes me so mad.  It -(TM)s not my fault the guy has
some kind of orgasm disorder.  I furiously try to jerk him faster and
faster, hoping that I will finish him off before....  the inevitable. 
Five, four, three...  faster, damn it.  How is this guy not coming?  I
-(TM)m fucking naked and jerking him off.  Two, one...  The clock hits
zero. Balls.

   I lost.  Again.  As he unties my binds, I shoot him a stony glare. 
Freedom with a price.  I have to go on a drive with him and my clothes have
been destroyed.   -œIf I get in trouble for indecent exposure, I -(TM)m
literally going to kill you. - I said I -(TM)d go on a car ride, but I
didn -(TM)t agree to go on a naked car ride.  This is ridiculous and
unfair. But I -(TM)ve already resigned myself to doing what he says.  Every
time I -(TM)ve argued with him, things have just gotten worse for me.  I
just imagine what will happen if I have to beg him for another one of his
shitty deals.  I could end up getting spanked again, or worse, tickled.  No
thanks.

   Earlier, I couldn -(TM)t understand why he wanted me to go on a drive
with him.  Now I realize he asked for that because he knew he was going to
strip me, and I let him do it.  I played right into his hands.

   Josh laughs and reassures me.   -œRelax, it -(TM)s dark out, no one will
see you.  Probably." Probably?  They'd better fucking not.  "Don't worry. I
-(TM)ll keep you safe. - Despite how much I hate him right now, I believe
him when he says that.

   I stretch my limbs, finally free from that awful bondage and tickle
torture device, but I don -(TM)t feel much better knowing what -(TM)s
coming.  Out of the fire and into the frying pan.



   Part 7

   I have to admit, once again, that I was wrong.  As much as I thought I
hated Josh while he was tickling me, a part of me is starting to like him.
When he said I -(TM)d have to go on a drive with him, I thought he was
going to use the excuse to humiliate me even further, but instead, he just
handed me the keys to his dad -(TM)s Lambo.  This car is worth more than
anything I -(TM)ve touched in my whole life.  It makes me nervous, but also
excited.

   So yeah, here I am, about to do one of the coolest things I -(TM)ve ever
done.  Vroom, vroom.  It almost makes me forget that I -(TM)m completely
naked.  Almost.  I can -(TM)t believe he -(TM)s letting me drive it.  He
didn -(TM)t have to.  Maybe he -(TM)s not so bad.

   It -(TM)s not like he forced me into anything I -(TM)ve done tonight.  I
willingly made the bet.  And even when I lost, it -(TM)s not like I couldn
-(TM)t have just gotten dressed and left.  I chose to let him tie me up. 
And yeah, cutting my clothes up, that was kind of messed up, but also, it
was incredibly....  hot.  I can -(TM)t believe I -(TM)m thinking this. 
This computer nerd...  do I actually like him?  No, no, he -(TM)s a stupid
jerk.  I can -(TM)t believe he chopped up my VS bra like a piece of junk
mail.  And yet it turns me on.  I -(TM)m having mixed feelings.  I don
-(TM)t know how I feel.  All I know is, I -(TM)m about to drive this
awesome car.  This is so cool!

    -œSo where do you want to go, Jennifer? - Josh asked.  I don -(TM)t
know.  That jerk.  Obviously, I want to go on the highway.  I want to go
fast.  Real fast.  But use your brain, Jen.  There are a lot of people on
the highway.  He -(TM)s put me in a situation where I can drive this
amazing car, but at the same time, the only way to really experience it is
to take a huge risk.

   He knows exactly the situation he -(TM)s putting me in.  But I don
-(TM)t care.   -œTo the highway, - I grin.  I rationalize it.  I -(TM)ve
been doing that a lot, lately.  It will be hard to see me at night unless
we -(TM)re at a stop light, so I -(TM)m sure the highway is fine.

    -œI thought you might say that. - Josh opens the door for me and puts
a towel on the seat.  He suddenly reminds me of the fact that I -(TM)m
standing butt naked outside, and I jump in the driver -(TM)s seat with
haste.  I hear Josh getting in on the other side and I jam the keys into
the ignition.  The dashboard lights up with what feels like information
overload.  This, I think, is a supercar.  Amazing.  This is so cool.

   I start to back out of the driveway, but Josh stops me.   -œSeatbelt. -
Oh, right.  Safety first.  You have to know that putting on a seatbelt is a
different experience when you -(TM)re naked.  The fabric of the belt feels
tight against my breast.  My small, pink nipples are rock hard, and I
blush. Am I turned on?  No, no, it must be cold.  I -(TM)ll turn on the
heat.

   I take it easy going out of the neighborhood and before I know it, a few
turns here and there, we -(TM)re on the highway.  Everything is happening
so quickly, I can hardly remember what happened on my way here.  Time flies
when you -(TM)re driving a Lambo.  I -(TM)m so hyped about it that my
nudity feels like a secondary concern.

   The car accelerates so easily.  With just a light push from my foot, the
car moves to 40, 50, 60.  It feels so different from my car.  It -(TM)s so
much smoother, lighter, quicker.  I glance at the clock on the dash.  It
-(TM)s 11:00 p.m.  It -(TM)s not super crowded right now, but there are
other cars.  Other cars for me to pass in the dust.  I grin and push the
pedal down.  70, 80, 90.  The other cars on the road look like they -(TM)re
standing still.  This is awesome.

    -œCareful there, speedy, - Josh warns me.   -œYou -(TM)re going way
over the limit. -

   I ignore him.  I -(TM)m having too much fun.  I push it to 100 miles an
hour.  Nothing can stop me.  I pass the other cars on the road like they
-(TM)re bicycles.  I -(TM)m the queen of the universe.  Nothing can stop
me.

   Until I see blue lights flashing behind me and hear the awful sound of a
siren.  Fuck.

   I pull over to the right most lane and take the first exit.  I take it
slow and pull into the first parking lot I see.  My nudity is now on the
forefront of my mind.  I am so screwed.  I just got pulled over and I
-(TM)m wearing nothing.  I put the car into park and the police car stops
behind me.  I slow my breath, trying to calm myself before the inevitable.
I roll the window down and keep my hands on the wheel.  How am I going to
talk my way out of this?  I -(TM)m going to have a panic attack.

   I look to Josh and he gives me a look of reassurance.   -œHey, listen,
it -(TM)s going to be okay.  I promise I won -(TM)t let anything happen to
you. - It doesn -(TM)t feel reassuring.  This is happening.  I -(TM)m
being pulled over by an officer of the law for speeding, and I -(TM)m not
wearing a stitch of clothing.  The officer is going to see everything. 
Everything!  I should have just stayed home tonight.  This is unbelievable.
I never planned to let Josh see my body, let alone some random police
officer.

   The officer walks up to my window and it -(TM)s a man.  He looks like he
-(TM)s in his mid-30s, short brown hair, a bit of a pot belly.  He makes me
nervous.  He looks at me and doesn -(TM)t say anything.  His silence is
palpable.  After what feels like an eternity, he says in a powerful,
southern drawl,  -œLicense and registration, please. - Oh, fuck, fuck,
fuck.  I don -(TM)t have my license!  My keys and my license, those were in
my jeans.  They -(TM)re at Josh -(TM)s house.  What am I going to do?

   I decide to go with the truth.  This is not a fuck around and find out
kind of situation.  And I also kind of doubt I can come up with a plausible
lie under the circumstances, anyways.   -œOfficer, listen, I -(TM)m sorry.
As you might have noticed, I am kind of...  naked. - I blush.  Josh must
be loving this.  Jerk.  Even though it -(TM)s technically my own fault.  It
-(TM)s not like he forced me to speed.  I did this to myself.  And that
makes it feel even worse.

   I can feel the officer -(TM)s gaze penetrate my body.  With the
flashlight shining on me, he can clearly see my tiny tits smushed against
the seatbelt, my flat tummy, my skinny thighs...  my freshly shaven pussy.
For what feels like the tenth time tonight, I am humiliated.  Mortified. 
Exposed.

    -œI can see that.  Care to explain? - His voice is rough and
unsympathetic.  I shiver.

    -œYes, right, um.  So me and my boyfriend had this bet. - Josh gives
me a quizzical look, and I shoot him back my infamous dagger glare.  Just
go with it, damn it.   -œAnd obviously, I lost.  So, I have to drive around
naked.  I know it sounds stupid.  Believe me, I am acutely aware of how
stupid I am. - He lets out a laugh.  At least I -(TM)ve put him at ease.
Maybe I can talk my way out of this.   -œAnyways, um, I left my wallet at
his house.  Can you just follow me back to his house and I -(TM)ll show you
my license?  I promise I have one.  We were just playing a stupid game and
it got out of hand.  Please? -

   The officer -(TM)s silence and long pauses were deafening.  It was
almost like he -(TM)s taking the opportunity to fully take in the sight of
my beautiful body.  And as much as I want to yell, stop staring at me you
jerk, I can -(TM)t.  The only way I -(TM)m getting out of this is if he
takes pity on me.  He -(TM)s looking at me and I have to pretend like it
-(TM)s okay.

    -œThat doesn -(TM)t explain why you were driving at 100 miles an hour.
Going for a joy ride tonight?  Does this car even belong to you? - Oh God.
He thinks I stole the car?  No, no, no, this is not happening.

   Josh interrupts.   -œNo, it -(TM)s my dad -(TM)s car.  She didn -(TM)t
steal it. - Josh hands him the registration and his license.  Thank you,
Josh.  It -(TM)s the least you can do, considering you -(TM)re the reason I
don -(TM)t have my license.

   The officer looks over the papers and I stare at his badge.  Please, I
think, please, please, please let us go.  I pray.  Dear God, if you let me
out of this, I promise I -(TM)ll never be mean to anyone ever again.  I
swear.  Liar, I think to myself.  Shut up, brain.  I -(TM)m trying to pray
here.

    -œCan you step out of the car, please? -

   Oh, no, no, no, this isn -(TM)t happening.  I look outside and realize
where I parked.  An empty gas station.  It -(TM)s late at night, but there
will probably be the occasional person walking in and out of the store.  I
could easily be seen.  No, I -(TM)ll definitely be seen with these flashing
blue lights illuminating every crevice of my body.  No doubt people will be
curious about what the officer pulled me over for.  Fuck.  I pray that no
one needs gas at this particular moment.

    -œYes, officer. - I open the door and feel the cool breeze of the
night -(TM)s air.  I -(TM)m outside.  And I -(TM)m naked.  And no one can
help me.  I feel humiliated.  And turned on.  My body betrays me again.  Am
I enjoying this?  No, I definitely don -(TM)t want this.  I just want to go
home.

    -œPlease put your hands on the car and don -(TM)t try anything funny. I
-(TM)ll be right back after I run your plates, - the officer says.  I do
as he asks, my ass now on full display to anyone that happens to pull up
for gas.  I notice him take a good look at me before walking back to his
patrol car.  I breathe heavily.  Is he going to arrest me?  The last thing
I need is to spend the night in jail.  Fuck my life.

   I stand there on display for what feels like about five minutes.  Does
it really take that long to run the stupid plates or is he just enjoying my
humiliation?  Either way, this fucking sucks.  It -(TM)s cold and my
nipples are hard.  At least my breasts aren -(TM)t on display.  I -(TM)m
trying to be an optimist.  The glass is half full.  Maybe he -(TM)ll let me
off with a warning.

   I take a deep breath.  I can hear the sounds of cars zooming by on the
nearby highway.  I think about how those drivers are completely unaware
that there is a naked bombshell bitch on full display just moments away
from them.  Not to sound conceited, but I have some pretty nice curves, and
I have no doubt the officer was having one of the best nights of his
career. Seeing this?  Most people would call it getting lucky.  But there
-(TM)s nothing lucky about my situation right now.

   How long is this going to fucking take, I wonder.  My legs are getting
tired and I lean into the car.  I feel the cold metal of the car contrasted
against the softness of my skin.  I shiver.  I have to muster every ounce
of strength I have to not cover myself with my hands.  I can -(TM)t.  He
told me to keep my hands on the car.  I want to cover up.  Just knowing
that at any moment, some random car could pull up and see my bubble butt on
display like a Walmart special, my straight blonde hair not even close to
long enough to provide an ounce of coverage.

   I just imagine what would happen if someone else saw me.  I can see it
in my mind -(TM)s eye, a group of high school teenagers driving up and
getting out of the car.  A guy says,  -œHoly shit, look at this!  This girl
is butt ass naked. - He points his finger at me and they all gawk at me.
They -(TM)re laughing.  Laughing at me.  And I can't do anything.  The
officer said to keep my hands on the car.  I'm humiliated.  The guy
whistles and says, "Nice ass, girl." The girl in the group is equally
cruel.  -œDo you have no sense of decency? - She walks up and smacks me on
the ass.  I twitch, but I don't dare take my hands off the car.  "I wonder
if her boobs are as tiny as her ass," she says mockingly.  She has the
sing-songy voice of a valley girl.  I can feel a pair of feminine hands
squeezing my breasts.  "Wow, they totally are!" I can hear another guffaw
of laughter.  I -(TM)m getting wet just thinking about it.  But no, no, no.
Get it together, Jennifer.  I -(TM)ve got to talk myself out of this. 
Nobody has seen me yet.  This isn't the time to think about the worst case
scenario.  Or fantasize about it, I think.  Ugh, shut up, brain.  This is
not my fantasy!

   When the officer finally returns, he ignores me, although I do notice
him taking a glance at my body.  I can practically feel his eyes on my
curvy, small butt.  He asks Josh to come over and talk to him.  They talk
for a few minutes, but I can -(TM)t really hear what they -(TM)re saying.
It annoys me.  I want to know what the hell they -(TM)re talking about.  I
deserve to know.  Why is he talking to Josh when I -(TM)m the one standing
here on display like some kind of sex slave up for auction?

   Josh and the officer finish talking and return to me.  Josh has a smile
on his face, and I -(TM)m not sure if that -(TM)s a good or a bad thing.  
-œDriving without a license, going 40 over the speed limit, driving a car
that you -(TM)re not legally authorized to drive, protocol says I should
handcuff you and take you down to the station. - No, no, no.  Please, no.
You must be loving this, Josh.  I look at the officer with a feeling of
abject terror.  This is really happening.  I -(TM)m about to go to the
police station and hundreds of people are going to see me in my full glory.

   He interrupts my thoughts with his gruff, manly voice.   -œYou should
count yourself lucky, sweetheart.  Your boyfriend -(TM)s father is a
well-connected individual around here.  I -(TM)m going to let you off with
a warning.  Go home and put some clothes on.  And just some friendly
advice, maybe try only breaking one law at a time. -

   I sigh in relief.  He -(TM)s going to let me off.  Thank.  God.

   I begin to open the car door, eager to get this night over with, but
Josh stops me.   -œNo license, remember? - Right.  Obviously.  Josh gets
in the driver -(TM)s seat and I walk around to the passenger side.  I
notice the towel laying neatly on the passenger seat now and I jump in.  I
-(TM)m grateful that no one else saw me.  I must have been standing out
there for 10 or 15 minutes.  Anyone could have seen me.  It was so
embarrassing.

   I sink deep into the seat as Josh starts the car.  I cover my tiny tits
with my equally small hands, still experiencing the intense mortification
of tonight -(TM)s events.  This is the worst night of my life.  But also,
kind of the best?  I hate to admit it, but now that the danger is over... I
-(TM)ve been loving this.  The risk is exhilarating.  I -(TM)ve never felt
so alive.  Josh pushes me to do things that I -(TM)d never do on my own and
it feels amazing.  Freeing.  I -(TM)m so confused.  My emotions are pushing
me in so many directions.  The towel on my seat is soaked.  The evidence is
undeniable.  I loved being exposed.

   The drive back is uneventful.  When we get back to the house, Josh
surprises me with an apology.   -œI -(TM)m sorry we got pulled over like
that.  I never meant for that to happen.  I meant it when I promised I
-(TM)d keep you safe. - He strokes his fingers through my hair and it
feels electrifying.

    -œNo, - I reply,  -œIt was my own fault.  You tried to warn me and I
ignored you.  It -(TM)s not your fault. - I brush my lips against his.  I
want him.  I really want him.  Even after everything he -(TM)s done to me.
I don -(TM)t understand why I feel the way I feel.  After everything that
-(TM)s happened tonight.  I -(TM)ve been stripped, spanked, tickled, beaten
down by a fucking Jigglypuff, fucked with a dildo, forced to beg for sex,
made to feel like a desperate slut, had my ass on display like a prostitute
in the middle of a gas station...  and yet, right now, I really want to
kiss him.  His hands caress my supple breasts as his gentle lips brush
against mine.  Is there anything he -(TM)s not good at?

    -œI -(TM)ll be right back. - Josh leaves the room.  I -(TM)m seeing
fireworks.  He -(TM)s an amazing kisser.

   When Josh returns, he -(TM)s holding a casual strappy black dress in his
hands.   -œThis belongs to my sister, but I don -(TM)t think she -(TM)ll
mind.  I just want to make sure you get home safe.  Text me when you get
home. -

   I -(TM)m stunned.  Josh is now being so apologetic and sweet.  My anger
softens.  I -(TM)m not even mad at him anymore.  I -(TM)m even considering
not deleting his number when I get home.  I let out a huge smile.   -œWow,
you didn -(TM)t have to do that.  You -(TM)re sweet.  As funny as it
sounds, I was almost looking forward to going home in my birthday suit. -

   Josh lets out an evil grin and replies,  -œOh, well, if that -(TM)s what
you want, I can put this back. - Without hesitation, I grab hold of his
arm and glare into his eyes.

    -œShut up and fuck me. -