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Disclaimer: Greetings. It's been a while. I was recently inspired by a comic I saw involving a girl getting collared, and thus here we are. This story starts out a bit mean spirited, but it won't end that way. This is a story of two rivals coming to terms and learning to understand each other. It's a bit of a slow burn, but I think it will end up being a satisfying tale.

Part 1

The crisp winter air was palpable as Jennifer jogged at a brisk pace alongside Rachel, each breath releasing a puffy white cloud of air. Although they had only met a few weeks ago, the girls disliked each other. Though they feinted friendliness in public, Jennifer’s disdain for the ‘perfect’ captain Rachel had been coming out in full force that night.

Jennifer, star athlete from a small town in Iowa, didn’t think that Rachel really deserved to be ‘captain’. Despite being a freshman, she was eying that position for herself. She was, after all, the best. She had never tasted the bitter flavor of defeat. She had secured a scholarship to any university she desired with her impeccable track results. It was hard to argue that Jennifer didn’t deserve at least some title of importance.

But Rachel was not impressed. She had seen a dozen ‘stars’ like Jennifer come and go. They burned bright and fast and they extinguished just as quickly. Nevertheless, it was her job as captain to bring her team in line. She tried not to let her personal feelings get in the way of doing her job. She would treat Jennifer the same as anyone else.

And that, of course, was the problem.

Rachel tussled her vibrant red hair and flashed a bright smile at Jennifer. “Great job. Ready to call it a night, flash?”

Flash, an annoying pet name that Jennifer’s new teammates had given her. Granted, it wasn’t entirely unearned, as she hadn’t exactly been the humblest person at the team practices. She wanted to everyone to know that she was the queen of the track. It hadn’t exactly been the most amicable start to her college career.

“Not on your life,” Jennifer replied, her eyes hardening. “But you can go if you’re tired, cap.” She was determined to show Rachel, the so-called ‘captain’, that she was and always would be her better. What started out as some spontaneous nighttime exercise was quickly becoming a heated argument filled with sarcastic quips and drawled out eye rolls.

Rachel tightened her ponytail and shrugged off the hostility. “Just looking out for you, Jen. You wouldn’t be the first freshmen that I’ve seen overdo it. Take the night off tomorrow, yeah? Enjoy the game. They say it’s going to be a good one, yeah?” Rachel added.

Of course, no one who was anyone would miss ‘the game’. Especially not this one. With some luck on their side, the football team might make it to the quarter finals if they managed a win this weekend. Or even better, they could go all the way. It was the best starting lineup they’d had in a decade. Neither girl would miss this game under any circumstances. But especially not Jennifer since she somewhat publicly promised Rich that she’d be there cheering for him as close as she could get to the field. Rich and Jennifer weren’t exactly an item, but that might change once Jennifer broke a school record or two. It was a perfect match as far as Jennifer was concerned.

“Overdo it? Hardly. Go home, cap. You’re clearly tired...” Jennifer said. “And slowing me down.”

“Oh, really? Sorry for slowing you down, flash. By all means...” Rachel waved her hands forward, giving a sweet, earnest smile. Knock yourself out, she thought. Rachel had seen her type before. Privileged was a word that came to mind.

“It’s okay, Rach. Not your fault,” Jennifer grinned and prepped for another lap. She could have just let it go as Rachel began packing her bags, but something about Rachel just pissed her off. And Jennifer wanted to let her know it. “You know, at my old school, the captain was always the best player on the team. Guess they just have lower standards here,” Jennifer said.

In an instant, Rachel’s sweet, amicable smile turned into a vehement gaze. She’d had enough. “Listen up, blondie,” Rachel jeered. Jennifer was taken aback by the sudden tonal shift. “You might have been the star athlete at your little town in Nowheresville, Iowa, but this is college track, and I have a teensy bit more experience than you, so maybe check your ego at the door. I’ve been trying to help you.”

For a moment, Jennifer was stunned into silence, but after a few moments, she gave Rachel a wide smile. “Fair enough. I haven’t been in a college race before,” Jennifer said, sarcastically fixating on the word college. “So let’s fix that. What do you say, red? You up for it?”

Rachel shrugged. While she did enjoy a good race, she didn’t particularly want to race Jennifer. She wasn’t suggesting a friendly sort of race where each girl could go home happy as long as she tried her best. This was a race with dark intentions.

Dark and mean spirited.

Rachel wasn’t interested. But perhaps some good could come out of it, Rachel thought. If she won, it might humble Jennifer a bit. Maybe she would chill out. Become amicable, even. Friendly. A slice of humble pie can cure even some of the worst attitudes, right?

“Fine. You’re on, Jen. Four laps around the track okay?” Rachel asked.

“Sounds perfect,” Jennifer replied.

“Anything else, flash?” Rachel replied.

There’s that nickname again. She never liked that name. Flash. As if she saw herself as some sort of superhero. No. She was gonna make this girl regret accepting her challenge.

“Yeah, one more thing. When you lose, I want you to resign from the team. That okay with you?” Jennifer added.

“What? R-resign?” Rachel stammered, taken aback by the incredulous demand. She agreed to this race on the premise that she could mellow Jennifer out, but that was a lot. Way too much. Jennifer was out of line.

“Yeah, resign. Unless you’re scared,” Jennifer taunted as she calmly strode closer to her rival. Even on her tiptoes, she barely reached Rachel’s bosom, but she nevertheless glared confidently into Rachel’s eyes. Short, blonde, and full of attitude, Jennifer was going to destroy Rachel.

All right, Rachel thought. If that’s what this girl wants, then fine. Two can play it that way.

“All right, fine. But if I win, you have to resign. And wear a collar to the game,” Rachel added.

“A collar? No problem,” Jennifer replied. A collar wasn’t a big deal. She’d worn one plenty of times. The more concerning issue was resigning from the team. Especially since she was here on scholarship, she couldn’t exactly do that. But she knew she’d win. After all, she was pretty sure she knew exactly what Rachel was capable of. Rachel’s times were always slower at practice. She didn’t make this bet lightly. And after all, Jennifer never lost. Not when it counted.

“A collar engraved with the words Rachel’s Pet, so you’ll remember how you got here,” Rachel replied.

Jennifer’s brow furrowed. That would be humiliating to say the least, yet she remained nonplussed. Fine, you want to play it that way?

“Oooh... that’s good, red. But if you’re going that far, let’s go all the way. Loser streaks across the field during the game wearing only a collar.” Jennifer didn’t just want to teach this girl a lesson. She wanted to humiliate her. She wanted Rachel to remember this for the rest of her life.

Rachel hesitated, a flicker of doubt passing through her psyche. Streak during the game? The entire student body would be there. Thousands of eyes. Resigning from the team was one thing, she could get past that. It wasn’t like the track team was her entire life. But to streak in front of everyone? Naked? That went too far. She hesitated. No. It was too much.

“You realize we could be expelled for that, right?” Rachel said. Her demand was absurd. What was Jennifer thinking if she was even thinking at all?

“Fine. You’re worried about getting caught. I get it. I’ll let you wear a mask if you ask nicely. Wouldn’t want the precious captain to be expelled,” Jennifer jeered.

“Come on, Jennifer. This is wild even for you,” Rachel replied, not taking the bait.

But Jennifer was relentless. “You know how this would end. Naked and covering up your bits as you desperately try to get it over with as quickly as possible. Heck, I bet you’ll run your best lap ever. And you’ll be wishing that you had run that fast when you raced me. Yeah, I get it. It’s definitely not worth the risk. Just go home, red. Don’t let me keep you up.”

Rachel took a deep breath. Someone had to put this girl in her place. As team captain, that duty fell onto her.

“Fine, let’s race.”

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Part 2

Rachel felt tense. This was no ordinary race; this was a showdown with serious consequences. Rachel’s gaze locked on the track ahead. She couldn’t afford to lose this one.

The moment Rachel finished the countdown, both girls surged forward. Jennifer was known for her explosive starts, but even Rachel was caught off guard as she surged ahead. Like a shooting star crashing towards earth, Jennifer bolted down the track without mercy. She maintained a body length lead as they rounded the first bend. Rachel, however, was a good captain. She knew Jennifer’s strengths and weaknesses. She maintained a steady, powerful stride, refusing to be rattled. She conserved her energy.

“I wonder if anyone will recognize that ass tomorrow night,” Jennifer called back, taunting the poor girl from a comfortable lead. Rachel didn’t reply. She was calm, cool, focused.

The girls reached the halfway point of the second lap, but Jennifer maintained her lead. The chilled night air felt a little warmer as Rachel’s body heated up. She leaned forward, increasing her pace. Stride for stride, breath for breath, Rachel steadily closed the gap between them. As they crossed the finish line for the second time, Rachel was half a body length behind. The tense race continued, a blur of red and blonde flashing through the air, the silence of the night broken only by the rhythmic pounding of feet and their measured breaths.

Jennifer’s instinct was to press the advantage. She continued her taunts and jeers. It was natural to try to shake the confidence of your opponent. “You might want to practice running naked! It’s gonna be a different experience without support for your fun bags,” Jennifer shouted.

Rachel didn’t reply. She kept her focus. She hadn’t lost yet and she knew it.

“If you give up now, I’ll let you keep your panties,” Jennifer shouted. She continued to press, but Rachel’s resolve was unshakeable. She only focused on her breathing and the length of her stride.

As they crossed the barrier into the third lap, Jennifer’s muscles began to ache. Rachel was relentless and Jennifer couldn’t gain an inch of distance. She increased her pace. Losing was not an option. But no matter how hard she surged and thrust her legs forward, Rachel matched her pace. Every surge, every desperate attempt to break away was met with equal resolve. Sweat beaded down her forehead. Her legs burned, but she was unfazed. She was in the lead and she wasn’t giving that up under any circumstances.

“Instead of Jennifer’s Pet, I was thinking we could go with Jennifer’s Property. What do you think, red?” Jennifer shouted over her shoulder, but with less confidence than her previous taunts. The race was almost over and her lead was only shrinking.

As they crossed into the fourth lap, Rachel was so close that she could feel Jennifer’s platinum blonde hair wisping against her. Jennifer still had the lead, but the gap had closed. Her body ached with fatigue. She was running on fumes.

But this is where she excelled. Her body screamed to stop, but Jennifer pushed herself even harder. These are the moments that define us, she thought. Jennifer refused to yield. She was fueled by her relentless desire to win at all costs, and, admittedly, the unadulterated terror of defeat. She pushed herself as far as she could go, finally surging ahead as she approached the finish line. This was her victory.

But her leg began to cramp.

Jennifer fell to the ground.

Time stopped.

This couldn’t be happening.

Rachel crossed the finish line.

It was over.

Rachel laid on the track too exhausted to celebrate. A wave of relief washed over her body. She knew all along that she had the advantage even as Jennifer torpedoed ahead. She was like a candle. She burned bright and hot, but things like that don’t last. Endurance is what mattered in a race like this. Hard work. Strength of character. Sensible training. All things that Rachel knew would lead to her inevitable victory. Things that she was trying to teach her misguided teammate.

Jennifer, slowly rising to her feet, looked at Rachel genuine, painful respect. The race was decided, the victor clear. She had been out run. Outmatched. Beaten decisively. And now, unfortunately, lurking in the shadows, were the consequences of her actions. Rachel had not only won the race, but salvation from the unspeakable forfeit that Jennifer would now endure.

Rachel and Jennifer laid on the cold ground in silence panting from exhaustion, their muscles fried and jumbled, taking in the events that just transpired.

After some time, Rachel stood up and grabbed her bag.

“Looks like you’re gonna be the star of the halftime show, Jen.”

The reality came crashing down on Jennifer.

Streak.

Football.

Collar.

Part 3

The air in the stadium was practically electric. The crowd roared as Richard scored yet another touchdown. Jennifer had promised Rich that she’d be at the game cheering on him, but never imagined she’d be doing so in such a thoroughly humiliated state. She could only hope he wouldn’t recognize her in the chaos of the moment. She crossed her arms and huddled into the warmth of her jacket, shivering in the shadows beneath the bleachers.

Rachel stood tall beside her, a smug smile etched on her lips.

Around Jennifer’s neck, a black leather collar, surprisingly soft, was fastened securely. Engraved on a small silver plate, gleaming faintly in the stadium lights, were the words: RACHEL’S PET.

“Ready for your grand debut?” Rachel purred with a knowing you-asked-for-this giggle escaping from her lips.

“Please, Rachel. I can’t go out there like... this,” Jennifer pleaded. She hauntingly remembered her idiotic words. ‘Loser streaks across the field during the game wearing only a collar. And maybe a mask if you ask nicely.’ She’d do anything to take that back.

“You’re literally the one that asked for this,” Rachel replied, shrugging her shoulders.

“Please, Rachel. I’ll be expelled. I’m here on scholarship. Even if they somehow don’t recognize me, my life would be over. All right, look, I screwed up. It was a stupid, mean spirited bet, and I really had no reason to be such a bitch to you. I was just... I was trying to show you up. Make a name myself. Take you down a peg. But I was being stupid and I’m sorry. Really, really freaking sorry. You definitely didn’t deserve that. I suck and I admit it. But please don’t make me do this, Rachel.”

Rachel was almost moved by Jen’s words. She actually kind of believed she was being earnest in her apology. But Rachel also remembered how that night actually went down. If Rachel had lost, she doubted Jen would have shown her any mercy at all. Fortunately for Jennifer, Rachel was a kinder person than she was.

“All right. Look, I’m not totally heartless. I realize that... you know, THIS, is a lot. We can negotiate,” Rachel said.

“Negotiate?” Jennifer stammered. Negotiating was about the best she could hope for, but it certainly wasn’t the mercy she wanted after her heartfelt, humiliating plea for mercy.

“Yeah, we can talk about it, but first, you need to give me a show of good faith.” Rachel replied.

“Good faith?”

“Shoes,” Rachel said clinically, pointing at Jennifer’s feet.

Damn. She was serious.

“Shoes?” Jennifer stalled.

“Did I stutter?” Rachel replied.

“But –”

“If you want to negotiate, you need to least be willing to meet me part way. Now STRIP, girl,” Rachel replied, pointing at her shoes again.

Okay, okay, Jennifer thought. Shoes aren’t so bad. No big deal. Jennifer knelt, her fingers fumbling around the laces of her well-worn sneakers. Even though she’d done this a thousand times, this time the laces tangled endlessly under her nervous grasp. Removing her shoes should have been such a small thing, such an easy thing. But it marked the beginning of her compliance. It marked that she was submitting fully to Rachel. That she really was going to take off each and every item that Rachel pointed to.

Finally, her fumbling fingers managed to untie the laces and she gingerly stepped out of her shoes.

“Socks,” Rachel said without missing a beat.

And now the socks. Jennifer peeled them off her petite soles with an almost soundless sigh, revealing the pale, goose-pimpled flesh of her bare ankles. The cold concrete floor sent a jolt up her spine. She felt incredibly exposed, even though she had removed almost nothing by this point.

“Good girl. Now, jeans,” Rachel instructed, her gaze unfaltering. Jennifer was so nervous that she didn’t even notice that she was being called a ‘good girl’.

Jennifer’s hands trembled as she reached for the metal button at her waist. It felt cold against her shaky finger. She unfastened it slowly, deliberately. She drew down the zipper. The metal rasp of the zipper sounded like fireworks in the quiet space beneath the stands, a jarring counterpoint to the distant roar of the crowd. The denim that once hugged her magnificent curves now betrayed her as she slowly pushed them down over her hips, the fabric clinging for only a moment as they slid off and pooled at her ankles. Her pale skin was now full of goosebumps. She shivered against the cool night air as she tiptoed out of her jeans. Whereas she once felt confident staring into Rachel’s eyes, her eyes now darted away, averting her gaze from Rachel, as she obeyed each command willingly and submissively.

“Top,” Rachel prompted impatiently.

Jennifer began reaching for the hem of her thick university hoodie, the soft fleece a familiar comfort. She pulled it up over her head, her arms struggling for a moment in the sleeves before it came free. The hoodie landed on the pile of clothes at her feet.

Next was the t-shirt she wore underneath, a faded band tee. She peeled it off, the soft cotton clinging slightly before peeling away, leaving her in just the bra. The cold air raised goosebumps on her arms and the exposed skin of her shoulders. She felt a draft on her midriff. Her sports bra, a practical, high-impact Nike model, was now her only upper body covering. Her face flushed red as she stood on a chilly winter night in nothing but her bra account and panties. She was silently grateful that the crowd above was thoroughly distracted and was unlikely to ever notice her undressing in the dim light beneath the bleachers. But that didn’t make her feel any less humiliated. She felt so exposed. Defenseless. Vulnerable.

“Bra,” Rachel commanded, her eyes fixed on Jennifer’s chest.

Jennifer hesitated, giving Rachel a pleading look.

“Isn’t this enough” Jennifer pleaded.

“I thought you wanted to negotiate. Stop wasting time. If you’re not naked by the time that bell goes off, I will personally liberate your underwear and walk you onto the field myself,” Rachel threatened, lightly grabbing Jennifer’s wrist.

“Okay, okay!” Jennifer exclaimed.

She swallowed hard. This was it. The point of no return. And she had no time to waste if she was going to ‘negotiate’ and convince Rachel to not make her go through with this. She twisted her arms and reached for her shoulders. She fumbled with it for a moment, her breath catching in her throat, before she finally managed to pull it overhead. The elastic straps, tight moments before, now loosened, and the cups, which had offered such firm containment, relaxed. She pulled the bra free, sliding it over her head and untangling it from her hair, and then it was off. Her breasts, small and round, with a natural, pleasing swell, were liberated. They seemed to heave slightly with her ragged breaths, the pale skin of them now fully exposed to the chill air and Rachel’s piercing gaze. They had a natural bounce, a soft fluidity that was usually hidden. The light pink areolas and prominent nipples, typically concealed, now stood out against her pale white skin. Jennifer instinctively crossed her arms over them, a futile gesture.

“Don’t be shy,” Rachel chided softly. “Panties, please.”

Jennifer’s face burned. Her cheeks felt hot enough to ignite. She was wearing a simple pair of black hipster panties, practical and comfortable. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband, pulling them down slowly. They clung to her hips, tracing the soft curve of her lower back and the swell of her buttocks as they descended. The fabric, once a barrier, now felt like an unnecessary obstacle as it passed over her bare thighs. Finally, they slipped past her knees and fell to the ground. She silently stepped out of them and they joined the sorry pile of her once tightly fit beloved clothing.

She stood there, completely naked, except for the collar around her neck. Goosebumps visibly shone on her skin from arms to legs. Her stomach, flat and toned, twitched with nervousness. She was acutely aware of the minute movements of her breasts with each breath she took. Her nipples, sensitive in the cold, were prominent. She began to cover herself, using one arm to cross her chest and the other to—

“Hands down and give me a spin,” Rachel said. “Good faith, right?”

The dim light of the stadium filtering into the shadows somehow made her body feel even more starkly visible. The collar, cold against her neck, was a constant, humiliating reminder. Jennifer reluctantly put her hands down and gave an obedient spin. Her instinct was to say something sarcastic to reassert her dominance. Something like, take a good look, because that’s all you’re going to get. But she wasn’t going to push her luck. Not when Rachel held all the cards.

The bell rung, its vibration bringing a chill up Jennifer’s spine. The crowd roared. The halftime show would start soon. Jennifer didn’t have much time, but at least she had stripped before the bell rung. She did what Rachel told her. Now Rachel owed her at least a conversation. There was still time to fix this.

“Rachel, please, I really don’t want to do this. I was being stupid. I’m sorry for being a bitch. Please don’t make me do this. I’ll do anything you want,” Jennifer pleaded. She dropped to her knees and begged. She felt pathetic, but she had no choice.

“Anything, eh?” Rachel replied quizzically.

“Yes! You name it, you got it. Come on, please?” Jennifer squealed.

“Sorry, Jen, you would have made me streak. That’s definitely happening. But the other stuff we can talk about,” Rachel replied. She had a heart. She could be merciful, but she wasn’t stupid. Jennifer set the terms of the bet. She only had herself to blame.

Jennifer thought about running away, but it was a little late for that. Without shoes, Rachel would definitely catch up to her, and she sounded serious when she threatened to march her down the field. No, she would take her chances and try to ‘negotiate’.

This was an important moment. Jennifer had to he was on scholarship. She absolutely couldn’t resign from the team. She’d have to go back home in shame. But that wouldn’t even matter if she was caught streaking.

“A mask. Please. I would let you wear a mask. You know that! I said so, remember?” Jennifer begged.

“As I recall, you said ‘maybe’. But all right. You can have a mask if you agree to clean my apartment once a month --”

“Deal!” Jennifer interrupted.

Rachel smirked. This girl was desperate. “Let me finish,” Rachel said.

“Sorry, ma’am,” Jennifer replied, gasping at her own unfamiliar formality, her fear bringing in a politeness that only her strict parents ever heard.

“Clean my apartment once a month for the rest of the school year wearing only the collar,” Rachel added.

Jennifer hesitated, but the cheers from the crowd brought her back into focus. In a minute, Rachel was going to push her onto that field mask or no mask. She didn’t have time to squabble on the details.

“Fine, fine! Please, I’ll do whatever you want!” Jennifer pleaded.

“Here you go, flash,” Rachel purred and handed the naked blonde girl a black face mask that would cover her from nose to chin. Her identity would be concealed provided the mask didn’t fall off and she wasn’t caught by security. Which wouldn’t be a problem. Again, Rachel wasn’t completely heartless. She had planned this out. Jennifer would be okay. To be completely honest, Rachel had never intended for Jennifer to go out wearing only the collar, but she did enjoy hearing Jennifer beg for it. She couldn’t resist when Jennifer said she’d do ‘anything’. Rachel rather enjoyed this new humble attitude from her formerly disdainful teammate.

“Ready to go, flash?” Rachel purred with kindness.

Jennifer was never going to be ready for this.

“Wait... one more thing,” Jennifer pleaded, still on her knees, her pink nipples inches from the ground.

“What’s up?” Rachel asked.

“Please don’t make me resign. I have a scholarship and--” Jennifer begged.

“Times up. We’ll talk about that later, champ. You’re up. Time to show everyone why you’re the flash,” Rachel teased.

Jennifer stepped towards the field. Her entire body was visibly shaking. She was only a few steps away from the safety of darkness. In mere moments, the terrifying light would be like a beacon that would shine upon every asset that she once considered ‘private’. Nearly everyone she knew would unknowingly see every inch of her naked body. It was HUMILIATING.

“Need some help? Hardest part is diving into the pool,” Rachel asked gently.

“I’m good, thanks,” Jennifer replied with all the sarcasm she could muster at a moment like this.

Jennifer took a deep breath, her arms still covering her small, ample chest. “Remember the route,” Rachel whispered, her voice surprisingly close, surprising comforting, her hand on Jennifer’s shoulder. “From here, up the stairs, onto the field, across to the fifty-yard line, and then back off the other side to the parking lot. Don’t stop, don’t look back. Just run. Keep a steady pace and all they’ll see is a blur. You can do this.”

Jennifer could hear the crowd’s roar intensifying as the last of the field performers exited. This was it. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of terror and humiliation. She took a deep, shuddering breath, the cold air filling her lungs and making her shiver.

“Go!” Rachel pushed her forward. Admittedly, she needed the push. Diving in was the hardest part. Everything else came naturally.

Jennifer bolted from the shadows, her bare feet hitting the concrete steps of the tunnel with an unexpected slap. The sudden exposure to the stadium lights was blinding, and the roar of the crowd, previously a distant hum, now crashed over her like a tidal wave. She ran, her legs pumping, the cold wind rushing past her skin. Her shoulder length platinum blonde hair, loose around her shoulders, whipped behind her.

The first few strides across the muddled green turf were a blur. The grass, soft and cool beneath her feet, felt oddly liberating, yet the sensation was overwhelmed by the sheer white-hot terror of streaking naked in front of her entire school. She could hear a collective gasp, the ripple of astonished shouts, a cacophony of whistles, cheers, and bewildered whispers.

Jennifer kept her gaze straight ahead, focused only on the opposite side of the field. Her breasts, small and unsupported, bounced wildly with each frantic stride, a rhythmic, jiggling motion that made her feel incredibly exposed. She was not used to running without a sports bra. This was a sensation she definitely hadn’t accounted for despite taunting Rachel about it the previous night. They swayed freely, their weight undeniable, her pink nipples tightening in the chill. Her firm butt, despite how firm it was, jiggled nonetheless with every step, the muscles flexing and relaxing, a clear, unrestrained display of movement for all to see. The humiliation was a physical ache, a burning flush that started in her chest and spread to every inch of her skin. The collar around her neck felt like a branding iron, a public declaration of Rache’s ownership. She could feel the stares, feel their eyes on her naked form, dissecting every curve, every bounce.

Jennifer could only hope to live up to her namesake, the ‘flash’, and leave nothing but a blur in her wake. She surged forward, increasing her pace. A wave of heat washed over her, then a cold sweat. She wanted to disappear, to vanish into the turf, to cease to exist, but her instincts kept her moving. She pushed forward, keeping a steady pace. Her mind urged her to go even faster, to push herself even harder, to escape this hell on earth... but she remembered the race. Her leg, the cramp, the humiliation washing over her... if her leg cramped, it was all over. She kept a steady, fast pace.

The wind whistled in her ears, a roaring sound that almost drowned out the crowd, but not quite. The bouncing of her breasts, the jiggling of her butt, the slap of her bare feet on the grass – every sensation was amplified, screaming her nakedness to the world. She finally reached the other side, diving into the welcoming darkness of another tunnel, gasping for breath, limbs shaking, the echoes of the crowd’s reaction still ringing in her ears. For a brief moment, she blurred past one of the football players. She hoped it wasn’t Rich. She prayed it wasn’t. And if it was, she prayed he didn’t recognize her.

When Jennifer reached the parking lot, she practically ran headfirst into Rachel, completely unaware of her surroundings, still in a state of primal fear running her heart out. Rachel caught her and gave her a gentle pat on the head. “You did good. Now let’s get out of here,” she said gently, and Jennifer obeyed.

“Good girl,” Rachel whispered as she patted Jennifer once more. Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief and ignored the infantilizing gesture. She was just glad it was over and she made it to safety of Rachel’s car with the student body being none the wiser about her identity.

Pretty good. How did Rachael get to the other side of the stadium so fast?
I thought maybe Rich would pull a James Harrison or Mike Curtis and tackle the fan on the field.

Great story! Really enjoyed the negotiation part and how Jennifer became more submissive before her rival. I liked how she suffered the consequences of the bet she proposed.

Thanks so much for writing.