Authors note, no editor for this one, sorry. I would love to get some help with that problem. Also, this is a "candy" story, no real plot, just girls stripping and doing a bit more. Heck, technically there isn't even any sex.

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"Welcome everyone to another episode of 'Nude or Prude,' the gameshow where you can trade your clothing for more chances for big money! Tonight our contestants include Tiffany, a cheerleader who says she is here for the 'experience' whatever that means. Tiffany!"

A very curvy blonde walked onstage in a cheerleader outfit, crop top, skirt, and presumably underwear. "Yes Tom, I can't wait to show how far I'm willing to go for money. I want to be a porn star now that I'm eighteen, and this is the perfect chance to show what I can do!"

"Thank you Tiffany, our next contestant took second place on Jayparody last month, and wants a chance to redeem herself. Lets welcome Elizabeth!"

The girl who came on stage was wearing a sweater over a button down blouse, and was wearing a long pencil skirt. Her glasses and long brown hair cemented the 'nerd' look. "Thank you Tom, I'm here to show that I am smart enough to win without losing clothing."

"Oh, a challenge, I love it. And our third contestant is Betty, who was nominated by her friends but apparently was willing to go along with it. Betty!"

The girl who walked on stage was blushing as red as her hair. She had freckles all down her arms and all over her face, and wore a T-shirt and angled skirt. Very quietly she said "Hi Tom."

"What was that Betty?"

"Hi Tom," she said only slightly louder, but he had the mike right by her face so the crowd could hear.

"So Betty, what do you hope to get from this show?"

"I hope I don't end up naked on Television." She sincerely muttered.

"Well, on that hopeful note, everyone take your places and lets get started!"

Dutifully the girls walked to the three lighted circles. Instead of podiums, the stage had mikes that dangled from the ceiling, that way there was nothing to hide the view from the audience.

"OK, Tiffany, you get the first question, you can choose to lose a shoe and get the money, risk your shirt and try the question, or quit, which will it be?"

"Question, of course," She said in a perky voice. Inside she just wanted to get it over with. She knew going naked on TV would launch her career, and prove that she was willing to "show it all" but she was still nervous about showing her naked body. She hoped it was like jumping into a cold pool, once you got over the shock it became normal.

"What do you call the undergarment cheerleaders wear under skirts?"

Even the audience was thinking 'Really?' Tiffany pretended to think for a moment, then sighed, "Spankies is what they called them in my squad."

"Correct, we could also have accepted bundies or...lollys? Where do you get these names?"

"I don't know Tom, does that mean I have to take off my top?"

"Getting a bit eager there, no, you answered the official question." Tom turned to Elizabeth, "OK, shoe, question or quit?"

"Question please." Elizabeth was feeling confident, they were asking the cheerleader about cheerleader clothing, what would they ask her that she couldn't get?

"OK, your question, in the classic Tim and Jimmy cat and mouse cartoons, what was the name of the bulldog?"

"Uh, cartoons? Um..." OK, this was the question she couldn't answer. Well, she had worn a sweater over her blouse for just this reason. "Is it Brownie?" A wild guess.

"No, sorry, it is spike, as in the spike of arousal all of us are going to get seeing you strip off your shirt."

Elizabeth pulled her sweater carefully over her head so as not to mess up her hair or knock off her glasses, and put it in the hamper which dropped from above. "There you go." She rolled her eyes.

"Um, Elizabeth, please finish removing all non-underwear from above your waist." Tom prodded.

Elizabeth paled, her trick to get out of one mistake answer hadn't worked. Of course they would have thought of something like what she planned. The basket was still next to her. Slowly she undid her top button, then the one below. At this point she worried about her cleavage and began to undo the bottom buttons. She knew that her cleavage in the shirt was the least of her worries, as the last button was opened. She tried to keep one hand over her cleavage as she pulled the shirt awkwardly off and tossed it in the hamper, which promptly zipped upwards out of reach.

"Aww, sorry Elizabeth, but at least we are all enjoying this. Now Betty, your turn."

"So I can, like, take off a shoe, you pay me fifty bucks, and I don't even risk my shirt?"

"Yes Betty, that is correct, however the questions get harder as you continue, and when all other clothing is gone you can keep playing with shoes and socks to get more money."

Betty thought about it. She wanted to just do the shoes and socks thing and get a quick $300, but her friends would never let her hear the end of it. She resolved to risk her shirt and skirt, but keep her underwear safe.

"Fine, gimme the question."

"OK Betty, what is the name of the side of a triangle opposite a right angle?"

"Math? You shittin me? He...ck." She angrily whipped her shirt over her head and tossed it in the hamper without even trying to answer. She saw that Elizabeth girl mouthing hypnotist or something at her, but wasn't going to try to cheat. The penalty for that had been made quite clear. Her red bra covered enough, even if the part above where her nipples ended was mostly lace

Tom turned to the audience, "OK, Tiffany is in the lead with fifty dollars, the other two lovely ladies bet their shirts and lost. Time for round two." He turned back to Tiffany. "Tiffany, shoe, shirt, or quit?"

"Shirt," she tried to use a biting tone, but worried that some of her nerves were showing. She had to look confident stripping or who would hire her?

"OK, name the sports associated with touchdowns, home runs, and three pointers."

Tiffany stared at him in shock, "OK, um, football, baseball, and basketball." Why was she getting such easy questions, she would have gotten either of the questions asked of the other girls wrong. The other girls were looking at her like they agreed, and not in a nice way.

"That is correct, another Fifty on the board for you. Now Elizabeth, do you want to take off a shoe, risk your skirt, or quit?"

"I'm not a quitter," then she stammered a bit, "I-I'll risk my sk-skirt."

"OK, what is the fastest natural movement speed of any bird or animal?"

Elizabeth almost answered Cheetah, the fastest land animal, but the way the question was worded. She thought for a moment. She saw the clock ticking her 10 seconds, at 3 she remembered. "The peregrine falcon, or chicken hawk, can fly at speeds faster than a Cheetah can run."

"That is correct." Tom beamed at her, and she put her hands over her head in a victory shake, before realizing and quickly dropping them to cover her bra. It was a functional but attractive bra, white with a black lace pattern over it, which covered everything, but still, it was her bra. She was glad that the pessimist in her had insisted on matching panties.

"OK Betty, you are now in third place, shoe, risk your skirt, or quit?"

These were the easy questions?!?! Well, the next one would either be easy, or she would collect $500 and go home knowing everyone saw her in her skivvies.

"I will risk my skirt."

"Wonderful, so, for fifty dollars, what are the three major types of marine mammals that have blowholes?"

"Oh, Whales, Dolphins, and purposes!"

Tom frowned, "We will need a ruling from the judges, the correct answer is whales, dolphins, and porpoises, your answer was close." He paused, "The judges will allow it." There were boos from the crowd, after a quick removal of two shirts, they were hoping for another round to show more skin.

"OK girls, the next two rounds are worth one hundred dollars each, so catching up to Tiffany's lead should be easy if you try. Speaking of Tiffany, we still haven't gotten to see your bra. Are you going to risk your shirt again, go the easy route with a shoe, or quit?"

"Once again I will -risk- my shirt." She said with air quotes around risk. She didn't know why she was getting softball questions, but she wanted to get naked sooner, so she could quit and go home sooner.

"All right, these questions are a bit harder, what does it mean to be 'off-sides?'"

"Well Tom, it depends on what sport we are talking about, in football it is crossing the line of scrimmage before the snap. In Soccer it refers to being closer to the goal than the nearest defender while not in possession of the ball, I could go on, but is that enough?"

Tom smiled, "Great, that answer puts you at two hundred dollars, well above both your competitors.

Elizabeth and Tiffany both realized what was going on. The producers wanted Elizabeth to be in second place so she would risk clothing, so they were giving Tiffany easy questions.

Tom turned to Elizabeth, but before he could speak, she said "I'll risk the skirt again." She was furious about what was happening, but determined to show them up. At this point if she risked everything, so be it, as long as she could take first place and show them all who was smarter.

"OK, Elizabeth, what is the difference between a watt and a volt?"

"Wattage is the total power available, so a hundred watt bulb costs the power plant one hundred watts of power plus line leakage. Volts represent how hard the power is being pushed. If you touch a 9 volt battery, you get a mild shock. Touch a hundred and ten volt electrical socket and it can killyou."

"Darn, you get to keep your skirt again. OK, Betty?"

Betty couldn't remember how many rounds this game went, but she had gotten one right, so she was up fifty already, plus she would have one more round before she went the shoes and socks route. Heck, she might risk her bra if she felt lucky. If she understood the rules she would get at least $600, and if she was willing to risk more, she could get more. $600 was a shopping spree at the mall, but if she could get to $1000? Vegas? Or the beach...

"I'll risk my skirt again too."

"OK Betty, animals and plants are two of the kingdoms of life, how many are there-using US rules?"

Betty thought, plants and animals, oh and fungi, she remembered this from school. "There are five kingdoms of life," she said triumphantly.

Tom smiled, "Sorry Betty, that is the correct answer in much of the world, but we specified according to US textbooks. In our textbooks there are six."

Betty bit her lip and shucked her skirt down her legs. The red panties that matched the bra were a bit brief, but at least they covered her butt. She hoped there wasn't any hair peeking out the sides. She had been so close, still, she had almost gotten it right. She would get the next one!

Tom turned to the audience, "OK, so we have one girl fully clothed, one missing her shirt, and one down to just underwear. Tiffany is in the lead with two-hundred dollars, closely followed by Elizabeth at one-fifty and Betty at fifty."

He turned to Tiffany but before he could ask she called "Shirt."

"OK Tiffany, in the famous e equals m c squared equation, what do each of the terms mean?"

Tiffany balked, suddenly she was going to get one wrong and have to strip. She was starting to rethink the whole porn line of work. "Um, E is energy, right? So M is matter, and C is circumference?"

Tom shook his head, "I'm sorry Tiffany, M is mass, and C is the speed of light."

"C is the speed of light? Shouldn't it be S?" Tom just looked at her, and she yanked her cheer top over her head and tossed it in the hamper, then realized the half-cup bra she was wearing didn't actually cover her nipples. She was basically topless, just with a supporting garment presenting her tits for better viewing. "Fuck," she muttered.

Tom turned quickly, "Tiffany, we are still required to not use certain words in order to stay on the air. The censors bleeped your outburst, but there will be a penalty. Judges?" He waited a moment, "OK Tiffany, they have decided that at this point in the contest your swearing will cost you one article of underwear as penalty. Your choice of bra or panties-or is it spankies?"

Tiffany considered, if she dropped her panties, no one would see anything until her skirt was gone anyway, but then she would have to risk her bra next. Her boobs were pretty much showing anyway. "Not like my bra is hiding my assets anyway," she tried to sound up beat, "I want everyone to know they are just as perky without support." The bra had a front clasp so it was easy to pop off and drop in the hamper. "Oh, Tom?"

"Yes Tiffany?"

"My underwear are a matched set, you think after I lose my skirt I could put the bra back on so people can see the whole thing, then strip it off again?"

Tom paused, obviously waiting on the judges, "That sounds fine, getting to watch you strip again."

Before he could turn to her, Elizabeth said "Skirt again."

Tom acted as if he had planned on the interruption, "OK, what Americans call soccer is called football in the rest of the world, what is the game similar to American football called in other countries?"

"Oh shi—I mean shoot, I know this one. Let me think." She saw the clock ticking. She knew the word, it was just on the tip of her tongue, 5 seconds. OK, it starts with an R, right? 3 seconds. Rutgers? Rugged? Ru- BZZZZT "Rugby!"

"I'm sorry Elizabeth, you clearly answered after the buzzer."

Elizabeth unzipped her skirt, and folded it before putting it in the hamper. Her panties matched her bra, black lace over white fabric. They were not 'granny panties' but were high cut, covering her butt and a lot more of her skin that Betty's, while still showing the sides of her legs and a tease of her butt. "But I knew the answer, you all got that right?" She wasn't contesting the ruling, which is why she took the skirt off first, she was making sure everyone knew that she was smart, she just had answered too slowly.

Tom nodded, "Yes, you knew the correct answer, if we had a fifteen second timer you would have kept your skirt, but we have to keep the game moving. Speaking of which, Betty? Willing to risk your bra, or do you want to quit or give us a shoe?"

Betty had a wicked thought, She didn't really shave, so she was actually pretty 'covered' down there, all anyone would see is her hair. Plus the other girls would scream and talk about how brave she was. "Tom, do I have to risk my bra, or could I risk my panties?"

Tom smiled, "Oh, certainly you can risk your panties instead, is that what you want to do?"

Betty paused, what would people think of her if she did show her pussy on TV? "Um, maybe next round." She bent down and pulled off one shoe, tossing it in the hamper. As she bent over, one camera zoomed in on her cleavage and watched as her right breast tried to escape it's confinement. She noticed the display and blushed, only to blush more when the camera panned down her body to a close up of her panties, showing that she had indeed had a few stray wisps of hair escape, worse, the red fabric was showing a small wet spot that everyone could tell came from arousal.

Fuck it, she thought, next round I risk the panties, and maybe I'll risk the bra too the round after.

Tom turned to the audience, "OK folks, this is the end of the hundred dollar round, which means it is time for commercial. Come back and see if we get some more girls topless, and if we get any of them bottomless-which sure seems likely now."

All three girls relaxed some once the cameras were off (well, they thought they were off, it wasn't showing on TV any more), but also had time to think. For three minutes each was re-evaluating plans. Tiffany was seriously considering a quit-well, after using her shoes and socks for some easy cash. Elizabeth was trying to work up her determination to keep going, and Becky was going back and forth between mortification and surrender. She was the first to realize that the producers were determined to get all three young women naked on that stage.

All too soon a director was saying "and five, four, three," and then showing two and one with his fingers.

Tom said "And we're back. Each question is now worth one hundred and fifty dollars, three times what the first round was worth. Also, we have switched the order, Becky gets to go first. How about it Becky, you going to go through with your tease of betting your panties, or bet your bra, or chicken out and drop another shoe?"

"Fu-er Eff it, I'll bet the panties."

Tom made an exaggerated finger snap, "Drat, we almost got bra and panties there. OK, for your panties or a hundred fifty dollars, who was the third president of the United States?"

Becky thought, first would have been easy, and she even remembered that John Adams was second. Wait, wasn't John Quincy Adams, his son, also president? Maybe he was next. "John Quincy Adams." Becky said, trying to sound confident.

Tom smiled, "Sorry Becky, just get it over with." Becky decided to treat it like a stuck band-aid. As quickly as possible she pushed the panties down her legs, stepped out of them, and tossed them into the hamper. At least everyone could see she was a natural redhead, and her bra matched-sort of. Of course, now that the moving part was done, she was left with the part where the camera does a close up of her pussy and she gets to think about everyone she knows seeing this show. The worst part is that the mortification was heavily mixed with arousal. She was thinking of guys having seen her pussy thinking she was easy, and having guy after guy fuck her in every way. She looked at the close-up of her most private area, and saw a drip of moisture clearly coming from her sex, slowly trickling down her leg. She thought about wiping it up with a finger, but then what? And what if more drops came?

After milking the moment of truth for a full minute, Tom turned to Elizabeth, "Bet you would have gotten that one," he commented.

"Yep, Jefferson, then Madison, Monroe, THEN JQ Adams. Also, I'm risking my bra, I'm going to win no matter what it takes."

"That's what we like to hear. OK Elizabeth, since you know the presidents through Adams, who was the eigth president?"

"Hmm, lets see, that would be after Andrew Jackson, was it Van Buren? I don't think so, wait, Tippecanoe and Tyler too, it was Harrison, did you know he was only president for a month before he died of pneumonia?"

"I did not know that, did you know that Van Buren was indeed president before Harrison? I'm sorry but Harrison was the ninth president of the United States. Lets see those tits!"

The words stung, how could she get something that easy wrong? Well at least she showed up the vapid Becky girl. She reached behind her back and unclipped the bra, then pulled it off and dropped it in the hamper. She didn't even try to hide anything, just letting the audience get their fill of her perky B cup breasts. She glared at the cameras, doing her best to demonstrate that she was showing skin, but not to titillate or because she wanted to.

"OK Tiffany, you are the last girl with two articles of clothing, lets see if it stays that way, you gonna bet the skirt? Or quit?"

The quitting remark stung, "I'm going for it Tom." Tiffany said with more confidence than she felt.

"OK Tiffany, what is the capital of Canada?"

Tiffany kissed her skirt goodbye, then remembered her stupid thing about putting her bra back on to show how good she looked in the matching underwear, and then taking it off again. To add to her panic, the panties were thongs with very little fabric, she had to shave just to wear them-and everyone who saw them would know she had needed to shave. She glanced at Elizabeth, who was mouthing something, 'On-torro' maybe? Wait, that was it, Ontario. "Ontario Tom!" she squealed in victory.
"Very good, wait, I'm getting something from our judges, it looks like Tiffany and Elizabeth cheated! Elizabeth mouthed the answer so Tiffany could read it!"

Tiffany protested "No I didn't" at the same time Elizabeth said "I wasn't trying to..." but Tom cut them both off.

"The judges decision is final, you both have two choices, strip completely nude, forfeit all prize money, and do the walk of shame, giving Becky the win by default, or accept a penalty that won't even affect your standings in the game."

"What-what kind of penalty?" Elizabeth asked.

"You will have to make your decision without knowing that, however it will not involve you removing any clothing or showing any body parts."

"Fine, I'll take the penalty," she agreed, Tiffany mutely nodded.

"OK, Tiffany, since you got the answer by cheating, it counts as a wrong answer, so please remove your skirt." Tiffany slid the pleated skirt down her legs, showing the skimpy black silk thong. She glanced at the display and discovered that one of the cameras was obviously right behind her, because it had captured everything from behind while she bent to pick up her skirt. Her thong was barely covering the subject, and both plump lips were visible on either side of the fabric.

"Oh, and Tiffany, lets see that bra and panty set." Tom said.

She groaned inwardly, but decided this was as good a time to practice acting as any. "Oh yes Tom, I almost forgot, thanks for reminding me." She pulled the bra from the hamper and shrugged it on, fastening the front clasp.

"Why don't you model it for the audience a bit, show your skills as a model and actress."

Trapped by her own words, "Oh, that sounds go-er great. Sure." So she made a show of turning around a few times for the cameras, twisting her body, and even bent over again for a down-bra shot that they managed to put next to another rear panty shot on the display when Tom gestured for it. Finally she took the bra off and put it back in the hamper.

"Wonderful, thank you Tiffany, you are quite sexy, and I'll certainly rent all your porn videos. In any case, time for the penalty. We will give you a privacy curtain to insert these."

The girls could only gape as Tom handed them each small egg shaped vibrators. Then as promised a curtain dropped between the girls and the audience-and all the cameras the girls knew about. "Please insert them, you know where, your punishment will only last as long as it takes Becky for her turn."

Both girls grimaced and then pulled panties to the side, sliding the slick vibrating eggs inside. Once both were secured and panties were back in place, Tom asked "Ready?"

"Yeah," both girls were less than enthusiastic. The curtains were raised, and then the buzzing began, loud enough for the audience to hear.

"OK, Becky...You can still hear me right Becky, it seems a bit noisy." Tom bantered.

"Yes Tom, I can still hear you, and this is the first time I've been glad not to have my panties on," she giggled

"OK Becky, well I'm sure you know the question I'm about to ask." Elizabeth and Tiffany realized that both Tom and Becky were stretching it out, which was a problem because as embarrassing as the situation was, it was also incredibly arousing, and now...

"Ugh, oh no, I eerm." Elizabeth had tried to suppress her orgasm, but that only made it stronger. Of course, once she realized she had just cum on stage she was even more embarrassed-and aroused. The second orgasm came before Becky could continue the repartee.

Tiffany watched Elizabeth come twice in close succession, and it made the idea of her cumming in front of the audience so much more real. That broke the dam. "Oh God yes, I'm gonna Cuuuuuuuuuuum!" She shouted.

Elizabeth had sunk to the floor, and was sitting with her legs lewdly splayed, her nipples red and hard. It was all she could do not to either pinch one of them or reach down and flick her clit. She knew she was close to another good one. Thinking of masturbating in front of the audience did it for her, "Uhgmmm, Umm, erUghm."

Tiffany was still barely standing, and was so close, when Tom said "OK, that is enough, we are cutting the punishment short." "Noo, wait, just a bit..." Tiffany protested, but the buzzing was gone, she was right on the edge of orgasm, and according to her base emotions there was really only one thing to do. Her right hand went between her legs while her left savagely pinched a nipple. "Oh yes, oh yea, OH YES!" Then she realized where she was and what she had done and turned bright red. She had just masturbated for a TV audience and over a hundred people in the studio. She tried to tell herself it was what she had come here for, to show her body and porn skills, but she was mortified.

Becky was feeling sorry for the competition, and a bit guilty for playing along with the host, "Tom, I'm betting the bra."

Tom seemed dazed, but her statement broke him out of it, "Oh, yes, good, well... OK, yes, here is your question. What nation did Santa Anna serve when he attacked the United States?

Becky wasn't a history buff, but that name sounded...Spanish? OK, we didn't fight Portugal, so Spain or Mexico. Well we attacked Mexico, took a bunch of their land, so it must have been... "Spain Tom."

"We have our first full nude! Great job Becky. Take it off." Stripper music came on, the old fashioned ba-da-da-da-bump one. Becky was just going to unclasp it and toss it in the hamper, but with the music she decided to play along. She unclipped the bra, then held the cups in place while sliding the straps off first one shoulder, then the other. Finally she put the bra in the hamper with one hand while covering her breasts with her other hand and arm. She was blushing as red as her hair, but it was still fun, and her grin was blinding.

"Tom, should I wave at you?" Becky asked.

"Sure," Tom replied, and Becky waved at him with the arm covering her chest.

"Oops," Becky mock complained. Then she put her hands under her boobs and bopped them up and down once, enjoying the look on Tom's face as his eyes tracked the movements.

Tom recovered and turned to Elizabeth, who was finally managing to climb to her feet. "So Elizabeth, you willing to risk your panties?"

She groaned, "I may as well, what dignity do I have left? All I have left is winning."

"OK Elizabeth, This company, along with Playboy, dominates the adult toy and video market, but it was originally created to help with family planning. Can you name the company?"

"Tom, the answer to your question is no, I can't name the company, since I know I can't, my answer is correct." Elizabeth's body was shaking, but her mind was still sharp.

"Judges?" Tom grinned, "OK, the ruling is that your answer if funny, and we will give you another shot, but you know what the real question was."

Elizabeth racked her brains, family planning? "Planned parenthood?"

Tom grinned, "Sorry, the answer is Adam and Eve, but at least when you take off your panties you can also take out the egg-unless you want to leave it there for the producers to turn on later?"

Elizabeth yanked her panties down and then reached inside herself to pull out the egg, before realizing that a close up of her spreading her lips was now on the display. Of course no curtain now...groan. She managed to get it out-much harder than putting it in- and put it in the hamper with her panties. She actually sobbed a bit, then an aftershock hit. She was losing it. She clamped down on her mind, she would win the game, then worry about anything else.

Tom turned to Tiffany, "OK, your turn."

"You know how we can trade a shoe or sock for the money instead of betting? Can I just do that with my panties, and everything else I still have?"

Tom tilted his head as the producers talked, "Yes, we will allow that."

Becky said "Me too?" and Tom nodded. Tiffany peeled down her panties, making sure to bend at the waist, not the knees, to give the camera the best shot. She was in shock, and had managed to grasp her original plan as the only direction to go. The camera could see all the details of her shaved sex as she bent, and then spread her lips and extracted the egg. Then she sat on the floor legs akimbo and methodically removed her shoes and socks. Becky had an easier time, just pulling the shoe and socks off. The scoreboard updated, Tiffany: $1250, Becky: $700, Elizabeth: $150

"OK, Elizabeth, you are in last place, but you are also the only contestant with clothing still on. We have one hundred and fifty dollar question, two for two-hundred, two for two-hundred and fifty, and the bonus challenge.

Elizabeth 'bet' her shoe twice, getting two correct answers, then gave up all but one sock. "See, still not naked!" she sang to the audience, who laughed at the girl claiming one sock was clothed. She was still $50 short of Tiffany, and didn't remember what the bonus challenge was.

Tom turned to the audience, "OK, so you all know what the bonus challenge is, each girl will put all their clothing back on, then do a striptease for us, the judges will rank them from best to worst, with the best stripper getting another five hundred dollars, second place getting three hundred, and third place getting one hundred. Of course no one has to participate, but you get a hundred dollars just by putting your clothes on and taking them right back off. Also, the contestant with the most money goes first, that would be you Tiffany, and the last place contestant goes last-Becky. This is an advantage as the later dancers can see how far the earlier dancers go."

The hamper dropped by Tiffany, and she hurriedly dressed. A pop song about a girl being a slave came on, and Tiffany put out all the stops. She danced for the executive who would decide if she was right for the business, for the customers who could make her rich by buying her movies. Her hands roamed her body as the shirt was slowly pushed up her body, finally getting yanked off since it was already above her chest. She moved her hips to the music while pushing her skirt, until it fell in a puddle on the floor. Then she peeled her panties out of the way, and slipped a finger inside herself. Her other hand squeezed and pulled at her breasts. The clasp opened unnoticed and when the bra fell away all eyes were transfixed by her panties sliding down her wet thighs. When they hit the ground she stopped dancing but moved her hands more rapidly and firmly. "Umh, yeah," she finally sighed, and the music stopped.

Elizabeth watched the performance in horror, there was no way to top that, unless...

As the hamper dropped, Elizabeth worked on her will, as she dressed, she repeated 'I can win this' over and over in her mind. She shut out everything but her desire to win and what she knew she needed to do if she was going to.

A song about someone lusting after his teacher came on, and Elizabeth pretended to be a shy schoolgirl again, putting everything that had happened out of her mind. She acted afraid to take off the sweater, but finally pulled it off. She undid a button, then another, then re-buttoned one, but as she played with her shirt, she began to sway to the music. By the time the shirt was unbuttoned, she was dancing the best she could, both copying what Tiffany had done rubbing her hands over her body, and moving her hips and chest to show off her curves. When she unzipped the skirt, she sat down, and pushed it up her legs, lifting and spreading them, then running her hands up and down her thighs. Suddenly she ripped the panties down her legs, not managing to get them off completely, and drilled two fingers inside herself. While she masturbated she still moved to the music, and even managed to unclip her bra with her left hand. As she swayed and moaned, it slid down her body, finally falling around her right hand-still pumping inside her. Then she looked right at the camera, took her fingers from her sex, and put them in her mouth, licking them like a cock she was sucking. Then she spread her fingers and let her tongue slide between them, poking out, the implication of tonging a slit was clear. She shuddered and then said "Can I have the egg back?"

Becky didn't even try, she just dressed, undressed, and got her extra hundred dollars.




Epilogue.

Becky was bringing another friend around for a "party." The friend got paid three hundred bucks, and the company got another video of a wild party girl stripping and doing crazy things on camera. Becky suspected half of them would have done it without any money changing hands, but it was better to do it this way. That way they could make it a contract so the girl wouldn't get cold feet and demand they take the video off the market-which was way too expensive. With all her friends Becky was a big part of the operation. Still, the two pillars of the company were Elizabeth and Tiffany. Tiffany could basically dominate most girls, which was something that for some reason guys liked to watch. She wasn't a dominatrix, she just...took control. Then she would have them doing all sorts of things that they hadn't even expected when agreeing to the movie. Pushing their horizons. She would offer to cut things if the women wanted-but almost none of them took her up on the offer. Elizabeth was in charge of the books, but she also served as Tiffany's right hand woman in the bedroom. She always wore her glasses to shoots, even after she got her contacts, because Tiffany had said "You are a nerd, but a hot nerd, guys see the glasses and it makes you more approachable, but your body...whew." All three girls were doing well from the money they got making films. Tiffany had gotten several offers from studios, but always smiled and said "I like my girlfriends."

But that day another representative had come calling. From Adam and Eve ironically. "Tiffany, Elizabeth, and you must be Becky," the Asian stunner greeted them.

Tiffany smiled and said "I'm flattered, but I still won't leave my friends."

"Oh, I know, but we have no intention of breaking up such a good team anyway. We want to hire all three of you-well actually we want to buy your company, with the proviso that you keep working here if reasonable demands are met. You can have your lawyers look over our paperwork, or even write something up yourselves if it is not unreasonable. Oh, but one other item, I want to be the guest star in your next film."

Becky looked at the Jamaican beauty she had brought, "How about the one after the next film, I want to taste the difference between white and black pussy again."

Elizabeth looked at her, "Becky, I handle the business side, and the only way to resolve this problem for us to use both."