Amy sat bored at her desk during detention, once again she'd been sent here thanks to Samantha, forcing her to streak the hallway after she'd won another one of their strip games, and it wasn't even close, she'd ended up naked without her even winning once, ending up naked, she tried to redeem herself by offering up a forfeit, but even then she failed to win, getting forced to streak and eventually getting caught by the principle.
While everyone had become used to Amy's special brand of mischief, the school still had to put up an air of discipline, they knew that Amy was not likely to stop anytime soon, so fortunately Detention was the worst her punishments would get, hoping that they might at least keep her out of trouble, but unfortunately, that also meant that she had to spend that time along with the perpetrator, her nemesis Samantha.
The teacher responsible for detention was rarely around, opting to use their time elsewhere, sometimes even leaving early, trusting that the students would go home by themselves when the time came, and not, for instance, leave early, some of the students actually snuck out beforehand, taking the risk of the teacher coming back and noticing them missing, but more often than not, that risk was quite acceptable.
Amy noticed Samantha packing her bag, it was too early to leave, but it appeared that Sam had decided that the boredom outweighed the risk, Amy would not let her leave; if Sam wanted to leave, that means stopping her would ruin her day, and that would make Amy's day better.
"If you leave now, I'll tell the teacher later." Amy called out, a soft murmur emerged from the other detention students as Samantha stopped dead in her tracks.
She turned around, at first, Amy thought that Samantha was glaring at her, but only for an instant, so short and abrupt that Amy thought she was mistaken, Samantha smiled at her a smiled that belied venom, but it was still a smile, not a glare.
"Just admit it, Amy, you just want me around because you'd be lonely." Samantha jeered and slowly approached Amy, causing her skin to crawl.
"I'll tell you what, Amy I'll stay here, but on one condition." Samantha grinned wickedly, almost like a predator who had its prey in its snare.
"W-what?" Amy was almost afraid to ask, though she knew what it would be; Samantha loved nothing more than to exploit Amy's one true "weakness".
"Oh, simple, you just have to play me in a little game." Samantha explained, quite aware that everyone else was waiting intently "a strip game, to be precise."
Amy looked around the classroom, all eyes were on her, everyone was waiting for her answer, they had all heard of Amy's misadventures, some even had caught her streaking naked after one game or another, but none of the students here had seen her up close, she could even see the lust in some of the boys' eyes.
Amy was excited, she was also nervous of course, but still excited; she had played games in public before, and even to a dedicated audience, the thrill of the game mixed in with the sexual tension of standing naked in front of expecting people, Amy wanted to squirm, but feared that she might let on too much.
"What's the game?" Amy tried to insert as much bravado into the question as possible, all while trying to kill her anticipation, it would be embarrassing if everyone got to see her naked, or worse, but it would be even more so if they figured out that she actually wanted it to begin with.
Instead of speaking, Samantha turned around and drew three circles inside of each other; a bullseye, the each circle smaller than the one around it, the inner circle itself only a couple of inches wide, certainly a difficult target.
"Anyone have a ruler?" Samantha asked the now excited spectators, who quickly produced the desired implement "Spitball darts."
"We take turns shooting at the bullseye, the loser removes a piece of clothing, if we tie, we go again." Samantha explained, offered Amy the ruler, but retracted it before she managed to grab it "one more thing, loser has to do a forfeit from each person here, including the winner."
This one got attention from everybody, Amy could see it, there were hesitant looks on the eyes of everyone here, especially the girls, would Amy accept these conditions? There were two boys and two other girls besides Samantha, so that was five forfeits in total.
Of course, Amy was far too gone for this, to her it was a natural conclusion, there may have been a voice in the back of her mind reminding her that it was Samantha doing this same thing that got her in detention in the first place, but it was probably drowned out by the other voice telling her to go for it.
She once again reached for the ruler, taking it out of Samantha's hand and thus accepting the challenge.
Taking out a piece of paper, Amy ripped a small piece of it off, stuck in her mouth and chewed on it for a second, before producing a small pellet of paper, resting the ruler against the edge of her desk, Amy wound up, and fired.
The pellet zoomed through the air, finding itself stuck to the black board, unfortunately, it was quite outside the circles drawn by Samantha, it seemed that this game was harder than Amy anticipated.
getting up and letting Samantha take her seat (to keep the playing field level, after all, Amy didn't want Sam shooting from a better vantage point), the bully took aim and let her own ball loose, it was in the outer circle, but that was still a winning shot.
Samantha grinned, although Amy only had to take off her sandals, it still felt humiliating to lose right off bat the like this, she slipped her sandals off and took her place at the desk.
The second shot from Amy actually managed to hit the outer ring, she hoped that this would at least give her another chance.
But alas, when Samantha took her place and shot her ball, it managed to hit the middle ring, meaning that Amy, who had just lost, now had a choice between her shirt or her skirt.
Another look back around around at their audience confirmed her fears, not only were the boys quite attentive, the girls themselves seemed to be enjoying this far more than she anticipated, it almost seemed that they were expecting a humiliating defeat for a show, it was true that she often ended up the loser of her challenges, but was that also part of the rumors surrounding her?
Amy put the thought out of her head, she had to take something off, her shirt was too short to act as cover for her bottom, so there was no real easy answer here, nevertheless, she opted to unbutton her skirt, letting the smooth fabric slide off her backside and down into a tiny cloth heap on the ground, revealing her cream white panties to the spectators.
Amy began to feel nervous now, her shapely behind on display in nothing but skimpy underwear, once again, she tried to push the thoughts out of her head, to concentrate on the game at hand, but try as she might, she couldn't shake the nerves well enough to score; the ball hit the board outside the border, another complete miss.
Cheers and raves came from the four students, further shaking Amy's own confidence as Samantha's shot actually hit the bullseye.
Amy's choices this time were limited, her only real option was the shirt; she was not going to remove her panties early on when she had a bra, after all, this was more or less the same as wearing a swimsuit, of course, everyone else was fully dressed, including her opponent, her only condolence was that her underwear matched. Amy was finding it very hard to focus now.
Regardless of the pressure she felt, Amy did her best to regain control, she took a deep breath, then tried once again to fire, thankfully. Amy managed to hit the middle ring this time around, she hoped that her opponent did not repeat her miraculous shot.
Holding her breath, Amy ceded the seat to Samantha, who took aim, and, with a relieved breath, Amy watched the ball hit the other side of the middle ring, a tie, though it meant that Amy had to shoot yet again, it was still the best result she had gotten so far.
taking back her seat, Amy aimed with renewed confidence, once again managing to hit the second ring, she reminded herself that Samantha
had
hit the outer ring once, maybe if she held out well enough, she'd be able to get the hang of this game long enough to actually compete.
Alas, Samantha's next shot was another bullseye, meaning that Amy had lost one more piece of clothing, and she only had two left, or more appropriately, she only has one left.
with cheers and now wolf whistles coming from the boys, Amy stood up once more to remove her bra, reaching back and unclasping the white bra and letting it slip off of her shoulders, her perky chest mounds now in view of five people, and Amy knew that her nipples were hard enough to scratch glass, she hoped that no one was paying any close attention to the crotch of her panties, though knowing her luck, someone probably was.
"Nice tits, Amy!" one of the boys exclaimed, only serving to increase the tightness in her chest and the brightness of her blush, she instinctively raised her hands to cover her exposed breasts, but found that the contact against her nipples only made things worse, and ended up pinching them.
This was a sink or swim moment, if Amy couldn't get a win here, it was over for her, she'd be at the mercy of five of her classmates, and whatever deviant acts they could imagine, seeing how the boys were now looking at her, she was expecting something very devious.
Once more, Amy took a deep breath and fired her ball, and to her pleasant surprise, she actually managed to hit the bullseye.
And to make things more hopeful, Samantha had once again hit the center ring, meaning that Amy actually won the round.
However, to Amy's dismay, Samantha simply took off her shoes, and she still had her socks on, it was apparent that she had more clothes on than Amy had to begin with, which wasn't exactly cheating, since there were no rules about how many pieces to wear.
This also made Amy aware of the vast distance between her and Samantha; while her opponent was still more or less fully dressed, Amy was topless, in fact, she only had her tiny white panties on, and any hope Amy had gained from the win seemed insignificant.
The nervousness proved fatal, as Amy took the next shot and missed entirely, while Samantha made another shot at the center ring, signaling, for better or for worse, the end of the match itself, and effectively moving into the forfeits portion.
