Beer Pong Bet

[King]

The air was thick with anticipation as Amy pushed through the crowded living room of the off-campus house, her heart pounding in her chest. Finals week had everyone on edge, but tonight’s party promised a much-needed break from the stress. She was dressed for comfort—baggy sweatpants, no panties, and a tight sports bra that hugged her ample chest. Her long, dark hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and she carried a red solo cup filled with cheap beer. The room was a chaotic mix of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. Amy scanned the crowd, her eyes narrowing when she spotted Ema leaning against the kitchen counter, a smirk playing on her lips.

Ema was Amy’s arch nemesis, a rivalry that had simmered since their freshman year. They were polar opposites—Amy, the quiet, studious type, and Ema, the bold, attention-seeking party girl. Their clashes were legendary, from academic competitions to petty arguments in the dorms. Tonight, though, Amy had hoped to avoid her. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

As Amy approached the kitchen, Ema’s eyes locked onto hers. “Well, well,” Ema drawled, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “If it isn’t Little Miss Perfect. What brings you to the party? Did you finally decide to let loose?”

Amy rolled her eyes, taking a long sip from her cup. “Don’t flatter yourself, Ema. I’m here to unwind, not entertain your ego.”

Ema’s smirk widened. “Unwind, huh? Maybe you should try something a little more… exciting. Beer pong, perhaps? Loser has to stand on the table and flash their tits to the whole party.”

The challenge hung in the air, heavy and daring. Amy hesitated, her mind racing. She knew Ema was baiting her, but the thought of backing down felt like defeat. Besides, she wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge. “Fine,” she said, setting her cup down with a thud. “But when I win, you’re the one who’ll be flashing the crowd.”

Ema laughed, a loud, confident sound that turned heads. “Deal.”

The crowd quickly gathered around the beer pong table, their cheers and jeers filling the room. Amy and Ema took their positions, each with a partner, but it was clear this was a battle between the two of them. The game started off evenly matched, both sides sinking cups with precision. But as the rounds progressed, luck seemed to favor Ema’s team. Amy’s shots bounced off the rims, while Ema’s landed with frustrating accuracy.

By the final round, Amy’s team was down to one cup, and Ema’s team had three. The tension was palpable. Amy took a deep breath, her hand steady as she tossed the ball. It hit the edge of the cup but bounced away. Ema’s partner sunk their shot, leaving just one cup for Ema to aim for. The room fell silent as Ema stepped up, her smirk never wavering. With a casual flick of her wrist, she landed the ball, sealing Amy’s defeat.

The crowd erupted in cheers and laughter. Amy’s face burned with humiliation, but she forced herself to stand tall. She knew what she had to do. With a deep breath, she climbed onto the table, her sweatpants clinging to her hips. The room fell silent again, all eyes on her. She could feel the weight of their gazes, the anticipation thick enough to cut with a knife.

Slowly, she reached behind her back and unhooked her sports bra. The fabric slid down her arms, and her massive breasts spilled out, full and heavy, her nipples tight with embarrassment and arousal. The crowd roared, whistles and catcalls filling the air. Amy’s cheeks flushed, but she held her head high, refusing to let Ema see her shame.

But just as she thought the worst was over, Ema stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with malicious triumph. With a swift motion, she grabbed the waistband of Amy’s sweatpants and yanked them down to her ankles. Amy gasped, her hands flying to cover herself, but it was too late. She stood there, completely naked, her exposed body on full display for the entire party.

The room exploded into chaos. Cheers turned to shocked gasps, and Amy’s humiliation was complete. She could feel tears stinging her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Instead, she glared at Ema, her chest heaving with anger and embarrassment.

Ema smirked, clearly reveling in her victory. “Looks like Little Miss Perfect isn’t so perfect after all,” she taunted, her voice carrying over the crowd.

Amy’s hands trembled as she looked down from the table, her sweatpants pooling around her ankles and her freshly waxed coochie on display for all. She bent to pull them up, her face burning with shame. The laughter and whispers followed her as she pushed through the crowd. She didn’t look back, didn’t give Ema the satisfaction of seeing her break.

As she stumbled out the front door and into the cool night air, Amy’s mind raced. She had been humiliated, exposed in the worst possible way. But as the initial shock began to fade, a strange sense of defiance took its place. Ema had won this round, but Amy wasn’t done fighting. She would find a way to turn the tables, to make Ema pay for what she had done.

For now, though, she just needed to escape. The party’s laughter faded behind her, but Amy knew this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

[Buckaroo]

This was great, but I would like to suggest an edit to include climbing down off the table, and did she walk out the door topless?