Girls Race

This is the first Draft of part 4.

This one took a little longer to write, partially because I am back at work, let me know if the wait was too long, then I'll try to adjust my plans to write shorter more "rapid" chapters. As always I appreciate any comments.

content warning: peer pressure, dub-con, blackmail, alcohol.

Remember that even if these things are fun to fantasise about, it is never okay to pressure anyone into doing sexual activities, and it is okay to stop or refuse to participate in any sexual activity always.

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It had been three weeks since the Frat party, and I had gone through training each day since then. I was ready for this, I told myself, in the last three weeks I had been all around campus doing all sorts of naughty things.

I tried to embrace the feeling of uncertainty and risk to regain my composure, but it was difficult and thinking about being left naked in the library without any of my clothes didn't make it any easier.

The air in the Girls locker room felt dense to breathe, and seeing some of the contestants confused and surprised me.

These weren't the slutty whores I had imagined signing up for something like this? Blake had been sorta famous in high school. She ran track and was part of the national running competition. I would have imagined she'd think the Girls Race was an insult to her sport.

Maybe this was some way of pushing her sport even further? But why?

Then there was Claire, I recognised her from English lit, she usually only wore shin length skirts, and properly buttoned up shirts. Now clad in the same tight white crop top and tiny pink hotpants like everyone else.

But the girl I was most surprised to see was Crismary. She still looked fierce in the slutty outfit, with her black curls and her nose ring. She had made an impression on me during rush week, giving a long speech about the rampant sexism in Fraternities and Sororities alike, and how they should be banned.

Was her being here a sort of feminist empowerment move? Like claiming the slut label and stuff? I felt like the race was kinda the sort of sexist stuff she had issues with.

I avoided Megan and Chloe completely, but I did think of Chloe when the producer from Winkhole told us we could not wear bras, Chloe had fairly big boobs, and the tops offered very little support. I guess it was an intentional design.

Outside the music played loud enough for us to hear it, inside the building. I was guessing most of the spectators had found their seats and bought beer and popcorn.

I knew both Cee and Kate were gonna watch, they would keep an eye out for Megan and see if she was doing anything shady, or if there was anything I could use against her. The plan was still to make sure she was humiliated by the end of the race.

The producer stepped back in, she was a 30-something year old woman, short with wide piercing blue eyes and a smile that was unmistakably fake. "Okay girls, I know you're super excited to get started," she lied, "but we do have a few practical things to clear up first."

She was constantly fidgeting, not comfortable in her own skin, despite the fake smile and the polite words. "You will be split into three heats, one through seven, eight to fourteen and the rest."

I was in the same heat as Blake, Megan and Chloe. "The second heat starts two minutes after the first and so on." She waved her arms irritably despite the attempted look of friendliness on her face.

"You will run four laps, between each you will enter the party tent labelled one through three depending on which lap you just finished." A girl raised her hand, "sorry no time for questions, we have to go out soon, and I still have a few more things we need to address."

Her smile faded for a second as she had to refer to her notes to remember what came next, when she looked up, that same fake smile had re-emerged "great, in each tent there will be an activity, and while you may be able to see the activity on screen," her smile seemed almost genuine for a second, "this should not provide you with any advantages."

"Finally," she continued, "you are contractually obligated to participate at the after party, until at least eight. But I urge you to not get too drunk, we have another race tomorrow and for the whole week."

She handed each of us a Haze Vitamin Water. "And you are only allowed to drink Haze products during the recorded parts of the event, as per our sponsor agreement."

The bottle of water was raspberry flavored but just like the shots, mostly just tasted artificial.

My mind buzzed with thoughts of what the activities would be? And if my training had prepared me for them. I felt a jolt of lust thinking about how Jordan had edged me a whole day, before letting me finally climax.. I shuddered in delight as I shook it off. I had to focus.

We were ushered through the gymnasium outside, to the roar of the excited crowd, the bleachers were almost filled up. Looking around I saw that not only students were there, but also older men, including faculty members.

As we were ushered to the track, the first heat got in line, I was in the group after standing next to Blake who was tall and lean, her blond hair tied in a bun and her grey dark eyes focused with determination.

The countdown started, and soon the first heat was off, rust red dust blew up behind them. I took a moment to look at the many screens the production company had put up, usually there was just the one jumbotron by the far end, but now multiple screens showed closeups of the girls running along the course, focused on bouncing breasts and the girls struggling to keep the top in place.

Two minutes went by faster than I thought they would, and as the countdown began I could feel how tense I was, anticipation and fear mixing in a thrilling cocktail of adrenaline, my muscles preparing for the run ahead.

"Three, Two, One." The loud whistle blew and the explosion of running shoes roared with the audience.

I pushed forward, one leap at a time, trying to find my groove, two bounds and a breath in, another two steps breathe out. Blake left the heat behind rapidly increasing the distance between herself and the rest of the group.

I found a good pace, staying behind Megan and Chloe. Footage of the girls in the tents was playing on the screens, they were doing shots, running to poles and spinning around them, relay drinking game style. I was surprised that it wasn't lewd at all, but running the rest of the race drunk was gonna be tricky.

I got to the bend, about one third of the way, and I was happy with my rhythm, the slight burn in my lungs as I breathed, the feeling of the wind on my face, my short ponytail whipping back and forth. It all felt safe and familiar, despite the humiliation ahead of me.

As we approached the white party tents I could see that only the first of them was open, so as not to spoil the challenges ahead.

Inside a table lined one wall, while the tent opened up to the other side, a series of fences hid the line of poles inside and a series of cameras were ready to film the whole thing.

We were four girls entering as Blake downed her shot, and ran towards the pole. A guy explained the rules, but we had already seen what the challenge was about, just two details that were new to us. "You have to do at least three shots, but you are allowed to do more, if you want." I wondered why anyone would do more than three, as Megan and Chloe downed their shots.

I downed my shot and started running towards the pole while swallowing, the familiar synthetic sweetness and that burn filled my mouth and throat, the lightheadedness that followed didn't make my task any easier, having to spin around the pole 3 times.

I felt my stomach turning as I spun around the pole for the third time, Megan and Chloe were already done drinking shots and running towards me, even if they struggled to run straight.

I stumbled ahead, almost losing balance as I found myself unexpectedly veering to the left, but after a few seconds I managed to steer myself clear and get back to the table of shots.

I took a deep breath before downing the next. Thoughts of naughty challenges ahead filled my brain as I downed the shot. Was one of the tents gonna be hiding gloryholes? Would we have to get naked? I shook the intrusive thoughts off and ran towards the pole.

Chloe had stumbled and Megan berated her as they were returning. I turned around my pole and tried to ignore my old friend's predicament.

Spinning after doing two shots was intense, my head was aching and I had to focus just to keep count of how many times I had turned around. I had to hold on the pole for a second before running back, my world was spinning and only slowly settling and Megan was getting too far ahead.

I ran and stumbled, but managed to keep my forward momentum, I still had one more shot, and already I was struggling, unlike Megan who was pulling Chloe along back to their poles.

I got up and took the final shot, my vision still refusing to stand still and lewd images flashing in my mind. I remembered the video of the loser from last year. If I didn't pull myself together, I could be the one who had to drink a whole glass of cum...

I downed the shot, I thought at that moment I'd almost prefer the tangy taste of jizz over the sweet synthetic Haze shot.

As I went for my final trip round the pole, Megan and Chloe were returning, Megan looked in much better shape than Chloe.

When I turned around the pole, Megan and Chloe left the tent. I was the fourth of my heat to finish the task, with Chloe, Megan and Blake way ahead, and one of the girls choosing to go a fourth time.

I didn't want to even consider doing more shots, I could feel the alcohol taking hold of my mind and body. Instead I grabbed a bottle of Haze Razberry Water, taking a long sip, as I pulled my sluggish legs out of the tent, continuing down the track. Chloe seemed to be struggling more than me, Megan pulling her along.

It didn't take long for me to gain in on them. I could hear Megan curse, "stupid bitch," she barked, "you need to pull yourself together or we will lose!"

I passed them by the midway point, still feeling drunk, but slowly getting used to the sensation of my sluggish body working against itself. I drank the last of the synthetically sweet raspberry vitamin water and threw the bottle into the grass.

On the screens I could see the last of the girls doing shots intercut with footage of girls tossing rings onto brightly coloured dildos, Blake had caught up with the last girls from first heat, and stripped out of her hotpants in exchange for another ring to toss. I didn't see her succeed, but from the disappointed sighs from the crowd, I assumed she managed.

I didn't feel too good about my aim, but I tried to focus on my running instead of worrying about tossing rings.

I got to the second tent, with two girls right behind me. We lined up at each of our stations, getting the rules explained. "You each get the same amount of rings as the shots you took," he started,"I believe number 12 is the only one to get four." He indicated to the dildos down the lanes, each dildo corresponds to a bikini, Red, for the modest red bikini, Blue for the revealing blue bikini, and pink for the tiny pink one."

"What about that yellow one?" One of the girls asked, pointing to the last mannequin with a bikini made purely of string, not covering the pussy or the nipples at all.

"That one is if you do not qualify for any of the other bikinis," he shrugged, "you gotta get two rings on the same dildo, and if you strip you can earn another ring per article of clothing."

He handed me my rings first, as Megan and Chloe arrived.

The Red dildo was pretty far away, and it was small, so I opted to go for the Blue one, compared to the modest one, it was pretty revealing, showing plenty of under boob, and tied with string in the middle, but the pink one just covered the nipples, and at least the blue one had a decent bikini bottom.

As I threw the first of my three rings, I focused hard on visualising the path my ring would fly, I could feel it hitting the blue dildo and I released the ring. It flew out my grip and towards the blue Dildo, but landed just in front of it. Fuck. I had to hit with both rings now.

I tried the next one, just a little more force. I let it go and it flew the wrong direction, not by a lot but enough to hit the side of the blue dildo and land in the grass a few feet away.

I only had one ring, I felt fairly confident that I'd be able to hit the pink one, and then I could take off my hotpants for another ring, but that bikini would be horrible.

The Cameras filmed my failures and I could hear the crowd cheer each time I missed, clearly I was being broadcast right now.

I felt my breath tense up, one of the other girls had already gotten the modest bikini somehow, hitting perfectly on her two first tries... I was gonna go for the blue one, one more time, I would have to risk being topless on those massive screens, I wasn't gonna go for the pink one, not yet at least.

I tried to slow my breath, to focus, and visualise. I released the ring and it flew straight towards the blue dildo, with more force than last time, it hit the side and slid onto the shaft.

I felt incredibly relieved as it circled the dildo. I stripped out of my hotpants, shimming out of them took a bit of effort, just like it had done getting into them, the fabric peeling my panties off along with it.

I had to pull my panties up, pull the shorts down, and then panties back up. I felt like I spent more time getting those fucking hotpants off than I did tossing rings, and the camera guy loved to see me struggle to not peel the panties off along with the hotpants.

Finally I got them down far enough that I could stop worrying about my panties coming off and worry about stripping down as fast as possible, meanwhile the girl with perfect aim emerged from a dressing booth in a bright red modest bikini.

As I pushed the scrunched up stretchy fabric below my knees, I finally felt like I had managed to get free. I wondered how Blake had managed to get out of them so quickly. The guy handed me another ring, and I quickly threw it at the blue dildo.

I couldn't believe it, I had just thrown it in a panic without thinking, it was close but then it bounced off the top and flopped down next to it, outside the crowd cheered, making me blush.

Fuck fuck fuck, I had to take of my top, I looked over at Chloe who was completely naked already, her big boobs hanging freely for everyone to see, she was throwing her final ring... I had to focus on myself. If Chloe had just bared her breasts for everyone, no one would pay attention to my modest titties.

I took my top off, and as my small breasts felt the sting of fresh air and peering eyes, the cheers from the crowd let me know that Chloe had missed. I pulled my hair free and grabbed the ring.

Hopefully this would be it, I focused my toss, and tried to recall the feeling in my arm as I hit the dildo last time. I ignored the camera zooming in on my chest and tossed the ring. It flew towards the dildo in a good trajectory, and just hugged the tip and swung down, joining the other successful ring toss.

I felt so relieved, when I went to get my Bikini, I noticed Megan still had 2 rings left, I was surprised but hurried to the changing stall.

I left my panties behind in a bin along with everyone else's discarded clothes. And put on the bikini. The bottoms were easy to pull up, they covered my pussy and mound comfortably, but showed a fair amount of my butt. The triangle bikini top had decent coverage, but showed slight underboob, even on my modest tits.

I tied a bow in the front and hurried out, as I exited, I saw Megan had just picked up the same bikini as me, while Chloe got the worst one. I left the tent as they were hurrying to the dressing booth.

Running in bikinis was always awkward, having to constantly ensure nothing moved or untied, running in a bikini with several thousand people watching was terrifying.

On the other hand, I hardly felt the effects of the alcohol anymore, maybe it was the adrenaline, but I really managed to pick up my pace.

Looking at the screens I saw that the next challenge was to run on a lubed up slip and slide, with guys on either side.

The girl currently on the jumbotron was being undressed, her pink tiny bikini peeling off easily as the bows she tied became undone. When she managed to get back up she was naked, her bikini lost to the crowd of volunteers.

I decided to tie an extra knot on my bikini top as I turned round the bend. Ahead of me I saw I was actually catching up with some of the other girls. I decided to push myself, trying to minimize the time I lost at the ring toss. My legs burned as I pushed myself to reach them.

I was only a few seconds behind as they entered the last tent, they were already running through the tunnel of groping hands as I entered the tent, a girl stopped me, "bikini check!" She said, and shook her head at my extra knot. "This has to be redone, please untie it." I undid the knot, and retied the bow, cursing under my breath.

One of the girls ahead of me had tried lying down and shimmying through, which proved a bad strategy as her bikini bottoms had been peeled off easily, and she was now being turned around by the sea of hands, so they could untie her bow in front.

"Acceptable." The bikini check girl said plainly, "leave shoes and socks with me." I pulled off my shoes and socks quickly before choosing a lane.

The guys there looked at me in anticipation, if I ran with my arms before my chest, they wouldn't be able to reach the bow, and maybe I would be safe. I just had to avoid falling down, at all costs.

The moment I stepped onto the slick tarp all plans of keeping my hands to my chest faded. I moved a little too fast and felt my foot slide as I was about to lift my other foot from the grass, I stumbled and only regained my footing by putting my foot back down.

This was harder than anticipated, I stood completely still for a second before trying again, using my arms to keep balance. My next step went fine, but in just a few more steps I'd be within reach of the guys leering hungrily at me.

I took it slow, one step at a time, and soon enough the hands started grasping at me, I managed to keep them away for a while, but as someone got a hold of my wrist, I had to pull, and I tumbled into a guy who then held onto my shoulders and another set of hands pulled open my bra, undoing the bow in one quick tug.

I felt the hands on my now naked tits as the bikini top slipped off.

On the next lane over I saw a girl just slide all the way through, just blasting through the crowd of hungry hands, without issues.

I ducked and rushed along, stumbling and fighting to get back on my feet, smearing myself in the lube. I could feel hands trying to hold my slippery ankles, and as I got to my feet I felt their hands slide off my lubed up shoulders.

I found my balance and I started to just run, and then immediately stop. I slid across the tarp, almost surfing the lube through the hands struggling to get a hold of my body.

I got to the end with my bikini bottoms still on, and found my shoes ready for me.

I grabbed another water bottle, and managed to drink the whole bottle of raspberry tasting water while running, and covering my tits with the other arm. I threw the bottle, this was the final stretch. Hiding my tits with my hands while running felt awkward, and the occasional cold breeze was enough to make my nipples scrunch up and stand erect inside my hands, but at least I wasn't naked like some of the other girls.

Watching the jumbotron screens it appeared that the last heat of girls had figured out that the run and slide manoeuvre was effective, except some of them didn't lube up beforehand and slid right into the grasp of the guys ready to strip them naked.