Secret Girls Club

Secret Girls Club 1 to 5

By SubstituteWriter
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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Secret Girls Club Part I

(Girls just want to have fun and Dove is no different. She’s known about a secret girls’ club at her new high school and has been looking forward to joining. Dove explains the genesis of the club and why she’s so excited about it.)

Girls keep secrets better than guys. We don’t need to brag about certain things that boys brag about (and they probably lie about it too!). That’s why the secret Girls Club has lasted so long.

I heard it all started in the 1980s. At least that’s what my older sister told me just before I started attending high school four years ago, when I was 13. I already knew I enjoyed hanging around with girls much more than guys. My sister was like that too.

We both like guys but, really, there’s so much tension, so much drama, involved that we just ignore them for the most part.

I couldn’t wait to join the club on my first day of school. My sister told me how to do it and that was so cool. I’d be the only freshman in the club for at least a few days.

I’m sure you’re wondering what this secret club is all about. I’ll tell you but I won’t reveal the specific school or anyone who is or was involved. I won’t be using real names either.

You can call me Dove, and yeah, I like her a lot. She’s really cool.

Anyway, this was a Girls Strip Club, no guys allowed period.

Just to be clear, this wasn’t some place where we could go drink and slip dollar bills under panties worn by lightly clad strippers.

This was a place where we had strip fights and other strip games in a big basement that had been endowed by several wealthy women in the 80s. The keys were handed down to an incoming high school senior in a very reverent, very special ceremony every year.

If you were lucky enough, and really enjoyed this type of thing, you could spend weekends at the club and see very naked, very humiliated girls. Of course, no one has ever gone undefeated in the history of the club, so your time would come.

For many girls, it was getting stripped that was the most fun. They loved having to spend time along the wall of shame, tied naked with their hands over their heads as other girls ogled them. Light touching was allowed.

In some extreme cases, there were girls who were tied upside down, their hands bound behind their back and hanging from their feet. I have to admit, those were the sexiest girls and I tried to get into fights with all of them.

The basement was divided into several sections. There was a locker, a social area, a place to get light snacks and drinks, a formal table to negotiate each competition, and then there were areas for the actual stripping.

The most popular area was the wrestling mat, surrounded by chairs. Boxing was not an option. Wrestling was, obviously, allowed. That’s where shirts, shorts, shoes and socks came off in wild action. What a turn-on for me to watch or participate.

You didn’t need to wrestle to strip another girl though. You could also sit in on the strip poker tables and/or the strip card and/or board games. There used to be a strip Monopoly game but that took too long to finish.

All clothing lost were deemed owned by the winner and more than one girl had to make it home naked. The clothing was generally returned at the end of the night. Lost bets often resulted in the naked walks.

You could even make bets, with the loser stripped by the winner and then paraded to the wall of shame, sometimes on all fours.

Every competition had to be negotiated at the club, so it could be officially recorded and added to the schedule. Obviously, every competition ended at the club too.

If you were going to be one of the wrestlers, you had to wear a specific uniform. T-shirts (cotton or polyester or a mix), denim shorts, sneakers, socks, panties but no bras. The T-shirts were normally the first to go, ripped off in the first few minutes.

You could also make money on the side, betting on who might win (or lose). A hat would always be passed around after a big challenge wrestling match. That’s the last match of the night. The winner gets all the money. The loser gets nothing.

The strip table games were also interesting, watching players strip down one article of clothing at a time. Bras were allowed in these situations. They helped build the tension.

One other thing that’s fairly important to know is that once you turned 18, you could no longer compete. You could come to watch, but you couldn’t play. That was for legal reasons. So anyone, whether you were 12 or 17, could negotiate a match or game against anyone else.

And yes, a lot of 17-year-olds loved to find a weaker 13-year-old and take advantage of her. If the younger girl refuses, the older girl has to respect that and move on.

There were still a lot of mismatches and they could be very entertaining, especially when the older girl toyed with her opponent. Some of the seemingly mismatches have also turned into humiliating defeats. In my four years, I only once saw a 13-year-old take down a 17-year-old and it was such a great match.

But I’m getting ahead of myself a little bit. I wanted to tell you how I was able to join so fast. Unless a freshman has an older sister than I do, it’s hard to get in. There are certain things you have to do and since the first rule of the Girls Strip Club is to never talk about the Girls Strip Club, it often took the whole semester, or even a year, before you would know about it.

Thanks to Melinda (Mel), I knew to pass a note to the head senior and then hold a secret interview before going in front of a committee to get in.

The first day of school is the busiest, as so many girls went before the committee. I was lucky and got approved right away.

That’s when the head senior told me to meet her that Saturday at the negotiating table.

End of Part I

Secret Girls Club Part II

(Indoctrination can be very humiliating as Dove finds out when head senior Sindee starts teaching her the ropes)

It’s 8:30 p.m. by the time I figured out the complicated directions and found the stairs into the basement. I gave the secret knock and slipped my invitation through a small opening at eye level.

A minute later, I was in the foyer, which included an area to check all your possessions. Mt stuff was placed into a small chest, my signature (which I decided would be ‘Love Dove’) the only identifying mark, and then stored among the 20 or so other chests.

I slipped through the curtains and immediately found myself in heaven, or at least my version of heaven. The action began a half-hour before my arrival, but thanks to negotiations, things were pretty much just starting.

There were two games of strip poker in progress and no one had lost more than shoes and socks. Another couple were engaged in a game of strip UNO, in which you removed clothing each time you got a penalty card.

Sindee noticed me at a poker match and gestured for me to join her at the wrestling match, where two sophomores were going at it. Neither of them seemed to know what they were doing.

“These were the only two freshmen not to win a match last year,” Sindee said. “It doesn’t look like they tried to improve much. So boring.”

When I arrived, each had already lost their T-shirt and a brunette girl was in the process of pulling off a blonde’s shoes and socks. The blonde was laying face down on the mat, with the brunette sitting on her calves.

Blondie kept slapping the mat with her hands in frustration. Brownie got her footwear off and then stood up, raising her hands like she had won.

Mistake.

Blondie jumped up and took her down by behind, pinning her arms to her side. She carefully turned herself around and reached to flip Brownie’s shoes off and quickly tore both socks off. She didn’t stop there, grabbing the hem of Browne’s shorts and swiftly pulling them down her legs. She also grabbed the panties.

Brownie was able to get her hands free and pulled herself free, her shorts and panties pooled around her ankles. She tried standing up but only managed to stumble a few steps before falling again.

Blondie recovered quickly, using her foot to catch Brownie’s panties and drag them, along with the shorts, off her ankles.

It was Blondie’s turn to celebrate and her breasts bounced freely as she circled the mat in celebration of her first ever victory.

Brownie stayed on the floor, her hands protecting her naked rear end. The ref asked both to meet in the center. That meant Brownie could no longer hide and gave us all a view of her naked body. The ref raised Blondie’s hand to indicate the win.

Moments later Blondie was leading a down-trodden Brownie to the wall of shame, where she stood on a stool and pulled Brownie’s hands over a long bar. She tied her wrists, so she had to keep her arms overhead. She was going to be there for some time. Blondie kissed her on the nose and said “have fun” before heading to the snacking area, a torn T-shirt laying over her right shoulder.

Sindee and I walked over to Brownie. We were laughing. Sindee grabbed Brownie’s cheeks and squeezed to give her a fish look.

“Pathetic,” she said. “You’ve got to get better or you’re going to be a laughingstock of the club. I’d suggest you try something else.”

Sindee then delicately ran her fingers over Brownie’s nipples before whispering something in her ear and kissing her rear lobe. Brownie purred.

“Would you like to join me at the negotiating table?” she asked, turning in my direction.

I felt all the heat leaving my body. I’m sure I turned white as a ghost. As excited as I was for my first fight, the suggestion took me by surprise.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to be explaining a few things you’ll need to know before we start really getting into it,” she said.

I nervously nodded and she took me by my hand, giving it a little squeeze, and guided me to a long table where up to five discussions could be held at the same time.

I sat down across from Sindee, holding my hands close to my body and lowering my eyes.

“First lesson: maintain eye contact,” Sindee said. “You have to appear confident even if you’re nervous.”

I raised my eyes to meet hers.

“Second lesson: never cross your arms or keep your hands close to you. Those are defensive movements. Keep them loose and apart. And, for goodness sake, sit up straight.”

Again, I changed my stance.

“Much better,” she said. “I just repeated things that Mel said to me on my first day. That’s right, your sister mentored me and I want to return the favor. This is for her. and not your benefit. I’d rather let you learn things on your own, which means I’d have the advantage.”

She fell silent for a minute or two, keeping eye contact. I started feeling nervous at the pause in the conversation. I finally blurted out, “so what’s next?”

“I’ve already got the upper hand, no matter how talented you are, when you broke the silence with a question,” she said. “Never ask a question. Make statements. Be demanding. Now, take a deep breath and tell me what you are looking for in this competition.”

“I guess I want to wrestle someone,” I said nervously. “I was hoping to meet another freshman to start with … “

“You are the only freshman in the room,” said Sindee.

“OK. Then I want to wrestle somebody.”

“I’m your opponent. That’s why we’re sitting here.”

“But you are so experienced,” I said gulping.

“Yes, I am. But we’re at the table together, which means everyone else knows we’ll be competing against each other. And we’ve already decided how we’re competing. The only other decision is how you want to be tied up. If I had my way, I’d want you upside down, hands tied behind your back.”

That actually got me a little excited and a lot embarrassed.

“How about if I just get my hands tied over my head like Brownie,” I responded.

“Done.”

More silence.

“OK, I agree. Give me the conformation letter to sign,” I said trying to sound confident.

Sindee signed it and then passed it over to me. I signed it and passed it back.

“You made way too mistakes,” Sindee said. “You need to keep your head clear when negotiating. Now, even if you did beat me, I’d be able to just walk away without being tied up. I know your sister told you what might happen here. That’s all negotiated. As it stands, I have all the power and nothing to lose, except maybe my clothes. That’s a hard lesson to learn. Remember it.

“There are two other matches before ours. I’d suggest you go somewhere to get ready. Good luck. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

Sindee got up from the table, the confirmation letter with my signature on it in her hand. I watched her carry it over to the front desk and hand it over. I put my head in my hands.

“Hey! We’re waiting here!” Two teenaged girls, each with their hands on their waists, stared at me.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said as I hurriedly left the table.

They dismissed me with a wave. I headed toward the wrestling mat but was stopped by another girl.

“You’re new here,” she said. “Name’s Christa, I’m a sophomore. Want to set up a competition?”

“I just set up a wrestling match with a senior,” I said. “I wish I would have met you before. By the way, I’m Dove.”

“Like Dove Cameron? That’s sweet,” Christa said. “OK then, Dove, why don’t we set a date for tomorrow night. What kind of things do you enjoy doing?”

“I think wrestling is my favorite, though I suppose I’d be willing to try other games.”

We chatted for about 10 minutes, getting to know each other. We exchanged cell phone numbers and agreed to meet the next night to discuss a competition.

By that time, it was my turn to step onto the wrestling mat for the first time. I never felt more anxious. I mean, I did know how to wrestle but my opponent was four inches taller and had much more muscle tone and defined body shape than I did.

Suddenly, I realized I rushed into things. I should have eased into it. I wanted to humiliate some poor girls so badly; I didn’t consider the alternative.

I wore my wrestling ‘uniform’ to the club. Sindee had changed outfits. She was on the other side of the mat looking even more fit and stronger than before.

I wanted to turn and run.

End of Part II

Secret Girls Club Part III

(Her first lesson complete, Dove finds a new friend at the club while at the Wall of Shame. They make a play date.)

The bell rang and before I could even take a full step, Sindee was all over me, grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me to her. I think she meant to rip my shirt right off but somehow it stayed in one piece as I threw my arms around her like a bear hug, momentarily pinning her hands against my stomach.

I took advantage by ripping the back of her shirt. When she pushed me away, I maintained my grip on the shirt and it tore off, sliding up and over her head. That gave me a chance to retreat a bit and catch my breath.

When I realized I had her shirt in my hand, I wildly twirled it over my head and threw it into the crowd, who started cheering.

Sindee instinctively covered her chest. She looked surprised but it didn’t take long before she regained her composure and she slowly came at me. We circled for a few seconds and then she made her move, putting me in a headlock. I managed to turn around so that my head and hands were free to meddle with the zipper of her shorts.

Sindee lifted me off the ground about a foot and then let go when she felt her shorts being attacked. The rules denied her the chance to zip up but my brazen attack shook her.

I stood up and pulled her shorts around her ankles. I forgot to grab her panties. Sindee tried to step away but got tangled and fell to the mat. I jumped on her legs and was able to remove both shoes and one sock before she shook me off, kicked off her shorts and made another move.

I was not prepared for it. She drove her body into my midsection and I exhaled all the air from my lungs as I vocalized “Ahhhh, fuuuuuuuu” and slammed to the mat on my back. She had me pinned.

Sindee grinned at me and then took her time undoing my shorts, pulling out my shirt and ripping it up the middle, exposing my diminutive breasts. In contrast, her breasts were full and bouncy.

I could not move my arms, pinned against my body by her legs. She swiftly pulled down both my shorts and panties to mid-thigh. She then swiftly reversed herself before I had a chance to respond, keeping me helpless to escape.

She continued pulling down the shorts and panties until they bunched up against my shoes. Instead Of ripping them off, Sindee unlaced my shoes and thoughtfully removed them. She also took her time removing my socks, rolling the pair into a ball and shoving them into one of my shoes.

The small pile of what used to be my uniform was neatly folded and placed near the center of the mat. That’s when Sindee finally stood up, her legs straddling my knees. She reached over and used my hair to get me to stand up. She paraded me around the mat, making sure I was fully exposed.

“This is a freshman to be reckoned with,” Sindee announced after the ref declared her the winner. “Don’t take her lightly. I did and you see the result. She’s earned my respect.”

Sindee looked defiant in just her panties and that’s how she dragged me over to the Wall of Shame, where I joined three others, including Brownie, with my hands tied over my head and my naked body on display.”

I expected something like this to happen to me but I didn’t expect the full range of emotions that filled my body. I was tired from the fight and slightly proud of what I accomplished. I nearly got a senior naked. That excitement quickly morphed into embarrassment as I realized I wasn’t going anywhere fort a while and I had no idea what Sindee had in store for my clothes, now in her possession.

Since I was a freshman with an underdeveloped body, I didn’t get many visitors. Most girls were content glancing over while doing something else.

Christa came by and offered me a drink of her Vitamin Water, which I hastily accepted. She had to hold the bottle and I felt a helpless baby being fed by her mother.

“You were awesome girl,” Christa said as she used her fingers to wipe away a few drops of water from my face. “If she wasn’t the best, you would have won.”

Christa told me Sindee has won like 40 straight matches. I decided a rematch was out of the question. Christa also pointed out other seniors and several juniors who won more than they lost.

I asked her about Brownie and Blondie and she started laughing.

“I personally beat them each twice last year,” Christa said. “Once, I did it without losing my shirt. Make sure they’re both on your list some time this semester, before the freshmen start to show up.”

She kept me company for about a half-hour, during which she had me commit to a date with her the next night. As her match, which was against a junior, approached she stepped up and kissed me on the lips.

“You’re very cute Dove,” she said before turning and walking away.

End of Part III

Secret Girls Club Part IV

(Dove tries a different competition, hoping for a better result. It wasn’t in the cards.)

I was second in line waiting for the basement to open on Saturday night. Christa was about three people behind me, so I got out of line and joined her. Brownie was right behind her and Christa introduced me to her.

“A freshman? Already on the first weekend? Who do you know?” Brownie said. “Have you won yet? What to have a go tonight?”

“Sorry, I already promised Christa,” I said. “Maybe next week?”

“Yes, for sure, Friday night, okay?”

I smiled at Christa and said sure. I’d take a win any time.

“My match took a lot out of me last night,” Christa said. “Would it be okay with you to do another competition? You can pick one.”

“I was going to ask the same thing of you,” I said. “I got worn out too. But I’m unsure about the strip poker and I’m a lousy a card player.”

“Hahaha, you really should keep some things to yourself,” Christa said. “People would take advantage of information like that. I’d take advantage, for sure. Heck, we could just flip a coin if you want. But we have to wait for the negotiation table.”

She put her hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “You’re so cute,” she said.

I blushed at the remark, remembering how she kissed me on the lips while I hung there naked last night. It was my first real kiss.

“Uh, Christa, about that kiss. I mean, it was fine but I wasn’t ready for anything like that and you took me by surprise. I wish you could have asked first.”

“Oh baby, I’m sorry,” she said, pulling me in closer and giving me a reassuring hug.” I promise to ask next time. I hope it didn’t make you feel bad.”

“That’s the thing. It felt good but it was the first time I’ve ever been kissed except for my mom and the time in third grade I experimented with my friend Jenna.”

“I’m so sorry,” Christa added. “If I knew it was your first I would have made it even more special.”

The basement opened. Christa took me by the hand and led me to one of the tables.

Sitting across from her, I studied her figure. She looked to be in good shape and had more in the boob department than I did and her hips were beginning to take shape.

“Have you decided what you want to play Dove?” she asked.

“I guess we can play whatever you want to play, just nothing physical.”

Christa suggested we play strip blackjack, with each taking a turn as dealer. Every loss means a piece of clothing is removed.

“And if you get naked first, I want you to do 25 jumping jacks before we visit the Wall of Shame,” Christa said. “I also want to tie you upside down and then take you to my house for the night. No sex, I just want you naked for as long as possible.”

I got chills and shivered. “What about your parents? How will we get to the house? Will anyone else be there? Do you have brothers?”

“My parents are gone for the weekend and I don’t have any brothers. It’s just me and my sister and she can drive us home.”

“That’s scary for me,” I said. “I mean, I don’t know your sister. Does she know about the club?”

“Not only does she know about the club, you already know her. You wrestled her last night!”

That’s right, Christa was Sindee’s little sister. No wonder she carried herself with so much confidence and why she introduced herself to me. I sort of liked that.

“Well, I love the idea of hanging a girl upside naked,” I said, “It’s a real turn-on for me. But I don’t like the idea of being the one in that situation.”

“OK, then right-side up for an hour and I take you to my house for the night. You’ll be home, with her clothes, by breakfast. Deal?”

“That’s fine for you, but what about when I win?” I asked slyly.

“This I gotta hear.”

“Well, when you lose all your clothes, I’ll let you do the 25 jumping jacks and then have you crawl over the Wall of Shame, where I will tie you upside down. Then I’ll go to your house afterward and have you be my naked slave until I go home.”

Grinning, I sat back in my chair, feeling full of myself. But then she surprised me.

“OK, it’s a deal, if I can add you being my naked slave at my house.”

I thought for sure she would try to negotiate something else. But she answered almost before I was finished explaining my terms. I couldn’t back out if she was willing to exactly what was asked of me and I wouldn’t have to crawl.

“OK then, we have ourselves a deal,” I said.

We moved into the strip poker area. Christa ordered some ships and a fruit drink for each of us. We grabbed a deck of cards and she let me shuffle them and act as dealer first.

Blackjack is a simple game compared to poker. We made it even simpler by taking out all doubles and any blackjack would count as a single win.

I lost my shoes and socks almost immediately, but then she lost her socks and shoes and her top before I lost my top and then my shorts.

My heart was racing but whenever I looked at her, she appeared so calm. I did not understand that and wanted to ask her about it, though it had to wait until later. My emotions were flipping all around on every hand.

I was feeling pretty good when she lost her top, but then lost my top and bottom and feel very exposed. A few girls, including Brownie, were watching our game and that made me feel so self-conscious that I wanted to hide.

Then I lost my bra and felt so embarrassed having to remove it. Brownie clapped when I took it off and I cringed, feeling the heat of shame.

I was the dealer for the next round, always a good position. Christa decided to hold on a 13. I showed a 16, meaning I had to draw a card. I drew a nine and that meant the loss of my panties and the loss of my freedom for the rest of the night. My hear sank. Two losses in my first two nights.

Christa redressed herself, stuffed my clothing into a bag and escorted me to the Wall of Shame. Brownie was right behind us, making sure I heard her say she was going to beat me next weekend. I was too down to respond.

It was an uneventful hour hanging naked from the bar along the Wall of Shame. Brownie came by a few times but never said anything. She just smiled.

When my time was up, Sindee came by to untie me and then led me to a back exit. We still had to walk across a well-lighted court to her car, which was less than a block away. Christa held the passenger door open and had me get down on all fours and get on the back seat the same way. She put on my seatbelt and then climbed in the front.

En route to the house, Christa instructed me I could not speak while I was her slave. I was to obey her orders and could only “Coooooo” in response. Did I understand? I cooed that I did.

Sindee made herself scarce once we were home. Christa was a nice mistress and I survived the evening without a loss of dignity. In fact, she told me how to attack Brownie the next weekend. I was sure to win and she was going to bet on me.

I was home in time for Sunday breakfast no worse for the wear. I had fun even if I did lose twice. It helped me understand the losing position and some insight into how things worked in the basement.

By the following weekend, I discovered that I had a good reputation among club members and they respected me for going up against two really good opponents.

I asked Christa about staying so calm during the card game and she said she stayed calm because there was no difference between winning and losing for her. She was willing to accept the consequences either way.

It was a lesson worthy of learning and led to not taking myself so seriously. Still, I was so looking forward to seeing Brownie next weekend.

End of Part IV

Secret Girls Club Part V

(Dove thinks she can win her first match but things don’t go as she planned them)

I want to make one thing perfectly clear before these stories continue. I want to make it crystal clear that I am not just a lesbian. Sure, I enjoyed the kiss from Christa, and playing with her the other night as a pretend slave. Those are just games.

I get excited from being able to strip a girl, taking control (and her clothes) away from her. I mean, really excited, just not in a sexual way. I love embarrassing girls, forcing them to show off their naked bodies in front of other girls.

I’ve enjoyed a private evening with a fellow seventh grader, who had to strip naked for me and then allowed me to write and draw things all over her body. I still get a kick when I think about that one. It’s too bad her family moved from the area a year later. She would have loved the secret club.

The thing I like most about boys is that they make good pets and behave in strange, weird ways just to get my attention. I don’t need them kissing or fondling me though. I’d prefer them to lay naked across my knee as I administer a public spanking.

That’s why I was so anxious to go into the weekend against Brownie. I didn’t mind having to pay the price for losing, though it was a bit embarrassing, but I much preferred being the winner. Brownie was, like, zero-for-forever, and as a sophomore she still had more experience and loads of confidence.

Christa sat with me during lunch a few times that week. We never even hinted about the club, but she did ask about hoe I was doing in school, what classes I liked and was just friendly. That helped me over-thinking too much. She reminded me to have fun.

Brownie was first in line that Friday night. Saving a place in line for me, she told me she had been waiting an hour. She was looking forward to “embarrassing” me in front of all her club friends.

We were the first at the negotiating tables and quickly decided we were going to wrestle, that the loser’s panties would be on display during the stay at the Wall of Shame, which would be the entire night, tied up hands overhead. The loser would also have the winner’s name written on her forehead.

Brownie signed us up for the first match and we both hurried to change into our “uniforms” and get back to the mat so we could be first.

I watched Brownie lose to Blondie that first night and thought she’d gotten lucky to strip off anything more than the T-shirt. She stumbled into opportunity before getting overwhelmed.

I anticipated she would wait for me to attack first and then try the same maneuver she made last week. I thought the best thing was to circle around her and look for an opening.

Brownie surprised me by coming right at me. For some reason, I turned around and tried to step away but she caught me by my shorts and wrestled me to the ground, already loosening my shorts before grabbing my t-shirt at the seams and ripping it off.

Before I could counterattack, she jumped up, threw my shirt into the audience and fell on my calves, forcing me to stay on the ground as she removed both my socks and shoes. I had my arms free but could never get any leverage to free myself.

She slid up my legs and sat on my back as she grabbed both shorts and panties and dragged them down my legs and off.

I hung my head in shame, losing in just three minutes to someone who had never won before. I was instantly the top loser at the club.

I avoided looking up as she led me to Wall of Shame but Christa got my attention and gave me an encouraging gesture. It was nice of her but I felt like the biggest loser in the world. It would be humiliating to have Brownie’s name on my forehead for the rest of the night.

There wasn’t much a chance to socialize in any meaningful way. I had to remain silent and take all the ribbing cast upon me by Brownie and her friends. Blondie did pass by a little while later and whispered in my ear, “I want the next fight for tomorrow.”

I looked up at her, sighed and nodded my agreement. I mean, I felt like the worse wrestler in the world and Blondie wasn’t that much better. I figured I had at least a chance.

“This is one of the reasons you don’t want to be the only freshman in the club,” Christa whispered into my ear an hour later. “Fresh meat, you know? At least you’re getting some experience and you made Brownie the most popular sophomore in the club.”

I managed a smile as Christa planted a kiss on my forehead and headed over to the social area, where Brownie was the center of attention.

My consolation prize, if you want to call it that, was seeing the losers arrive at the Wall of Shame and being tied up. I definitely got a good look at plenty of naked girls, including a well-developed senior who was tied upside down right next to me. I wanted to reach over and touch her everywhere but my hands were otherwise occupied.

Another nice thing was the action taking place around the basement. There were several wrestling matches lined up and the strip poker tables were full. I couldn’t see everything but saw enough to see the embarrassment of the losers – and the results.

I wanted to get that first win and Blondie was my best bet. She still had the one win over Brownie and that was it. Sophomore or not, I had to prepare myself for battle.

End of Part V

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