I had been a good golfer all my life. When I graduated from college I played in some major amateur tournaments and actually did fairly well. So, I decided to turn professional. First of all I had to get through qualifying school. While there I made friends with three other girls who were also trying to qualify. It was unlikely, but as life would have it, we all made it. It was the best feeling.
I had talked my parents and some other people from my hometown to sponsor me for a while. I didnât have a lot of money but enough to get started. My three friends from Q school and I decided to go together and try to share expenses. So we bought a fairly new van and drove to tournaments. With four of us driving we could go a long ways without having to stop.
Our first big problem was caddies. We really didnât know anyone. But we got together with four of the sort of younger single male caddies on tour. Ones that didnât have a regular, money making player to keep them for tournament after tournament.
We broke down after Melanie cashed a good check at our third tournament together and bought another van for the guys and we would drive from club to club. Unfortunately, after Melanie cashed, we hit a dry spell where none of us were making the cut. Money was starting to get tight when Ashley decided that we needed to put a little more pressure on ourselves. So we talked about it on one of long drives to the next stop. We came up with some rules for ourselves.
High round had to take her caddie out to dinner. The kicker to that was she had to wear a short skirt, tank top, garter belt, nylons and a thong. She could not adjust her skirt when sitting.
1. If you didnât make the cut, you had to streak the motel at midnight, the entire motel.
2. If you missed two cuts in a row, you had to streak the motel hallway.
3. If you missed three cuts in a row, you had to go to your caddieâs room at ten oâclock and no matter whether he was alone or not you had to nicely ask him to strip you naked. Then you had to sit down without crossing your legs or covering up in any way and make conversation for a half-hour, then leave his room naked to go to yours.
4. If you missed four cuts in a row, you had to ride with the caddies to the next tournament. Once you were on the highway, whoever was next to you was asked to strip you and you rode naked for the rest of the day.
Well, I wasnât the best of the four of us and I wasnât too sure of this but I decided to go along. I felt reasonably confident that I wouldnât do to bad. Unfortunately, pressure is what you make of it. Now along with the pressure of playing golf, trying to make a living, I had the pressure that if I didnât do well I would be at the least running around naked.
As luck would have it, Ashley was high in our first tournament qualifier. So, the first night she was taking her caddie out in a short skirt, tank top, braless, with skimpy undies and stockings. When she came back we all wanted to know how it had went. Well, her caddie knew something strange was up, but he didnât figure it out. Ashley was pretty buzzed about doing that and we almost had to choke her to get her to quiet down.
Melanie, Amy and I all made the cut, which was pretty neat. Especially when we got to see Ashley strip naked at midnight and run from one end of the motel we were staying at to the other naked. We were giggling like teenagers, which we were not too far from being, since the oldest of us was twenty-five. It was neat to see her tan lined white titties bouncing and her pert white ass jiggling as she ran by us. Thankfully we were all in pretty good shape! Ashley was buzzed again after that. I donât think she slept all night!
We made some decent money between the three of us for a change and things were looking up. Off we went to the next tournament.
As luck would have it my game deserted me at the next stop. I was depressed then nervous as hell as the three of them descended on my room with the garter belt and stockings. I had forgotten all about the penalties for poor play in my depression. But, being the good sport, I stripped naked and put on the garter and stockings. Looking in the mirror I could see my tan lines too and it really brought attention to my titties and ass and my bush. I was pretty embarrassed as they razzed me. I didnât have a tank top, so Melanie got one of hers. I am bigger than her on top, so the top was really tight and my nipples showed very prominently. That of course made me even more embarrassed. The short skirt didnât help things either. But I invited my caddie to dinner and suffered through him staring at my erect nipples through the tank top. I think my face was red all night. He sure enjoyed spending the evening with me.
The next day I played better, but my first day killed any chances of me making the cut. Melanie, Ashley and Amy all did. Shit, I was going to be the only one! Ashley told me it wasnât that bad, but I wasnât feeling real comfortable as we got closer to midnight. At five until midnight I got up and stripped off my clothes. Amy had a twist to the streak. She bundled me into a coat and all four of us walked outside. Then Amy led me to the end of the motel.
âAll right, I am going to walk back to Ash and Mel. You wait until I get there. Then you drop the coat, run the length of the building, then back to your coat and walk back to the door. Then weâll let you back inside.â
âThis is not what we agreed upon.â
âThis is what Ashley, Mel and I decided it should be. So just shut up and do it.â
I wasnât real assertive so I just did what they wanted. I let Amy lead me to the end of the building wearing just that coat. Then I waited until she was back with the others. I dropped my coat and looked down. My white, untanned skin showed up really well in the moonlight. I dashed off; my titties bouncing up and down and I felt sure I looked ridiculous running naked. I dashed past them and down to the other end; just then a car turned on the access road. My heart dropped and I put my head down and kept running. Halfway back to the coat I heard a horn blow and I almost died. I scurried down to the coat and pulled it on. Then I walked back; noticing the car parked right next to our rooms. It was our damn caddies!
I was blushing scarlet as I walked up.
âOh it was you! Gorgeous ass, Trish.â
I could have died! Of course they knew what was under the coat. It was just Trish! And the coat wasnât that big! I was feeling awfully embarrassed. I had just pulled the coat on and held it closed, but Ashley and the others grinned at me and started talking to the guys. I carefully buttoned the coat; almost sure that I had given the guys a peek or two as I was doing so. Shit, I could have died of embarrassment!
The tournament finished and then we all took off for the next one. I was mentally psyching myself up to play well so I wouldnât have to be humiliated again. I actually played fairly well in the first round and did not have to wear that stupid outfit again with my caddie staring at my titties all night. The next day things were going well until the eighth hole, when the wheels fell off. I was in the rough, in traps and couldnât make a putt. I was trying not to but I couldnât help but looking at the scores. I had to birdie the last hole to make the cut. I hit a good drive, then a decent approach shot. I had about eighteen feet for birdie. I took my time and lined up my putt. It dove left at the end and just caught the left edge, twirled back right and then lipped out at the back of the cup. Shit! Damn!
Amy was playing crappy too. We both missed the cut.
At ten oâclock that night, Mel and Ashley were giggling as they watched me take off all my clothes. Damn, I wished I had never agreed to this! I cracked open the door and peeked both ways. No one was in sight. I crept out and trotted down to the far end naked, with the three others peering out the door and giggling. I felt so exposed! I turned back and began to trot down the hallway, motioning to them to keep quiet. Just about ten feet past the ice machine, the elevator bell rung! I squealed and turned back and hid next to the ice machine as I listened. Oh shit, it was our caddies!
I just squatted down and covered myself as good as I could, praying that no one would come for ice. Then that fucking Ashley did it to me! I heard her ask the guys to get some ice! The bitch, the goddamn bitch!
I squeezed back as far as I could, kept my legs together, my head down and my hands and arms covering everything. I prayed that they would say no, but my prayers were not answered.