Loser (1996)

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WARNING; This story is based mostly in the build-up of tension and embarrassment rather than being a 'quick' story. I like stories in which the embarrassing stripping is delayed to make it more thrilling. If you prefer stories with a faster pace, this one might not be the kind you like. The ones of you that like it, please enjoy.

LOSER (1996)



"Welcome to another edition of 'You're A Loser', where you can laughing at everybody or you can end up being laughed at by everybody instead!"

This is what Amanda heard from the backstage. Butterflies hovered inside her stomach while waiting for her turn; a young blond guy was the current contestant on the show. Amanda watched his pathetics attempts to win the prize through the big screen in the wall, sitting in a pretty confortable couch.

"Forget about it, pretty boy" Amanda said to the empty room, looking at the screen. "That prize is mine!"

Nervous? Hell, sure! But the guy happened to be before her. Amanda regarded this as a nice opportunity to learn from his mistakes and implement the outcome of his choices to her own estrategy. He failing was a good thing for her.

"You're A Loser" certainly was a quite scary contest. Despite all the things one could get with the prize -which consisted in $500k, a car and a trip to Bermuda-, the consequences of losing could be too devastating; you were allowed to fail only two times. First time you failed you lost the half million and the staff members forced you to wear a fool's cap for the rest of the show. The fool's cap didn't seem like a big burden at first. But when there are cameras in front of you broadcasting to million of people it really adquires a new dimension.
The second fail was punished the removal of the car, along with a full-blast, utterly humiliating, pie-to-the-face courtasy, one more time, of the staff members. Right in front of the crowd and the millions of spectators. No fun in that either. Amanda, however, thought that she could bear that.

But no way in hell that she could bear the consequences of a third fail. Like the blond guy was about to experience.

The host was looking at him coldly. The people in the crowd, many of whom were women, were looking at him coldly as well. Blond guy was sweating under his fool's cap and the remaining of the pie that had crashed with his face a little before. He had failed two times already, but he had managed to make it to the last question.

"Now" said the host, smiling lightly. "Here is the last question for you. If you answer right, say hello to the golden sand of Bermuda's beaches. However... if you fail one last time..."

The blond guy swallowed, nervous, while some giggles were heard around the crowd. Amanda giggled as well; having a good laugh at someone's expense never hurts anybody. Drums sounded to create a more tense atmosphere.

"Here it goes" said the host. "The question is... In which year did Switzerland adopt its federal constitution?"

Almost immediately, the blond guy opened his eyes at their max and his jaw dropped. This caused the crowd to laugh; the poor fool didn't know the answer, and he was going to pay for it. It was just a matter of time. Time which the host was counting down.

"You have thirty seconds to answer, Mr. Lange" said the host, coldly. "If you don't give any answer by them, you lose."

The blond guy, Lange, was extremely nervous. He was sweating more than ever. Amanda was amused seeing him suffer like that; he was not going to get it, which meant laughing at somebody's expense. It was going to happen and he knew it.

"Ehhh, uhh... 1926?" said Lange, and he could not possibly sound more insecure. The host smiled.

"WRONG!" he claimed. "The right answer is 1846."

The crowd -especially the women- cheered. Lange's face expressed a great deal of horror. The host looked at one side os the set.

"C'mon guys! Get him!"

"No! No! No!" muttered Lange, his eyes took most oh his face now. Four stong men -the same ones that previously forced him to wear the fool's cap and threw a pie to his face- surrounded Lange and grabbed him. Lange struggled, in vain.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" cheered Amanda in the backstage room, happy. She was eager to watch it, despite already knowing what was about to happen to Lange. One of the staff men brought some kind of harness that was attached to the set's ceiling by two thick wired. The man adjusted the harness to Lange's abdomen and armpits.

"No, no, please!" he begged. "This is too much, I cannot bear it!"

It was in vain, as the four big guys kept doing their job without even looking at his face. Then, the worst part of the punishment came; one of the staff men started to unfasten his belt and unzip his jeans while he was retained by the harness. The crowd, especially the females on it, laughed.

"NO! NO!"

Again, his begging was useless. The man gave his pants a strong tug downward and left them around Lange's ankles. The crowd bursted into a fit of laugher while Lange's pants were getting pulled completely off. Everybody in the crowd was laughing and pointing their fingers at Lange's underpants. He was wearing a pair of orange and black checked boxer-briefs. The louder guffaws were the women's.

Amanda was watching the whole scene through the wall-screen, laughing. The camera had zoomed up to a close-up of Lange's underwear-clad crotch.

"Ooohhh... cute underpants, Lange!" she giggled, amused. Amanda was enjoying Lange's humiliation. She loved seeing men in their underpants, even if these men were not okay with the idea.

Now, the pantless Lange was getting hoisted like a flag by the harness, until he was left hanging at 10 feet from the ground. This way the crowd could look at him better and laught as his predicament. The harness that he was wearing restricted his arm movements greatly, so he could not use them to cover himself. Amanda was a fan of the show and she knew that Lange would stay up there until the show ended. Commecials included. And if that wasn't enough humiliation, he won't have his pants back after the show; Lange would have to find a way to go back home pantless, because he wasn't being given even a small towel afterwards.

Amanda got back to her feet, knowing that she would be announced soon to make her entrance. She stood 5ft6, 130 pounds of thick toned curves -she was an amateur tennis player- that gave her an athletic figure. The white pleated skirt that she was wearing lasted to right above her knees, which allowed to see her strong but femenine legs up to where her white boots covered. Although the skirt wasn't tight-fitting, the curve that her big ass made on its seat was quite noticeable. Waist up she wore a tight red cotton sweater that didn't hide the shape of her pert breasts at all. Her cute face and her blonde hair -which she carried in a long ponytail- gave her an adorable look.

Amanda had preview the possibility of failing three times. For that reason, she had decided to wear a pair of spandex shorts under her skirt; if she was forced to take it off, at least it wouldn't be that embarrassing. She giggled thinking about how the hell was possible that nobody before her had come up with such a simple idea. It was a little too late for Lange, of course...

Thinking about all this, she drove her hand inside the waistband of her skirt, just to feel the touch of the spandex shorts. Amanda thought that she'd feel more relaxed if she touched them before entering on stage, as the butterflies in her stomach had turned already into a tornado. But she didn't find the desired relaxing effect; she had forgotten to put the shorts on before leaving home. Her heart rate went from some comfortable 70 BPM to some worrysome 120 BPM in less than four seconds.

"Our next contestant is a 21 years old woman, a college student who also plays tennis..." the host said, while reading the papers that he had in his hand in which Amanda's personal info was printed. Amanda thought of searching something that could replace the spandex shorts, but there was no time for it. Doesn't matter, she thought to herself. She had been studying hard about several topics for the last two months -science, history, literature, philoshophy, math- and she felt pretty confident on her knowledge. She could do it. In fact she thoght that the pie to her face was highly unlikely. The spandex shorts were a just-in-case item. Her heart was slowing down, but no way it would go back to 70 BPM again.

"Amanda Parrish!" introduced the host, and Amanda, after a deep breath, entered into the stage. The crowd welcomed her with applauses while she walked up to the scoreboard. Then she looked up to Lange. He was hanging there, and his face reflected a deep feeling of dejection. Amanda smiled and then gave him a flying kiss, after which she giggled. The crowd found this extremely funny and laughed. Lange, of course, didn't laugh. His body was spinning slowly on the air and sometimes it rewarded the crowd with a view of his butt in boxer-briefs. Plenty of ladies appreciated that.

"Well, Amanda" said the host. "Are you ready to start?"

"Yes, I am" she answered, head high and hands crossed behind her back. She looked quite confident. Someone wholf-whostled.

"Do you understand the rules?" the host kept asking her. "Do you understand the consequences of failing?"

"Yes, I do" assured Amanda. "It's all clear."

"Good" he said, adjusting his glasses. "Let's get started then. First of twenty questions; which is the capital of Romania?"

"Bucharest" answered Amanda, pretty quickly. She was still in the same position; head high and hands behind her back. She knew that the contest would get more difficult with each passing question, but she didn't expect the first one to be that easy. Maybe she was just a bit paranoid.

"That's right!" the host congratulated her. Amanda was smiling. "Next question; who's the current President of France?"

"Jacques Chirac" answered Amanda, again, quite confident on herself. The host smiled and the crowd was for now quiet.

"Again, that's right! You still have the 500'000 $, the car and the trip to Bermuda in your pocket" informed the host. Amanda guessed that, given the current lack of difficulties that those questions supposed to her, things wouldn't start to get ugly until the question number 15. And she could still fail two times. However, she remembered in that moment that Lange had made it up to question 19 and failed the last one, losing everything, pants included. Amanda decided that she wouldn't listen to the pessimistic part of her brain and she would just take deep breaths and answer the questions.

Third, fourth, fifth and sixth were a walk around the park too, and Amanda answered them quite quickly and confidently. But then, the seventh question came, and happened to be a tricky one;

"Which was the first nation to landed a non-tripulated spacecraft to another planet?"

Amanda was about to answer quickly, but a little moment of self doubt made her shut her mouth. She had read about it, and thought that she could answer it... but at the same time, a remote part of her brain didn't stop telling her 'are you sure?'. It may be just fear, only her common sense trying to command her to pick her answers wisely. Or it could be too as simple as that she hadn't studied the matter that seriously.

Was it the US? Or the USSR? At least the question was reduced to only two possibilities. That was clear to anybody who had at least heard of what the Cold War was about. But that didn't help her to solver her doubt. Again; US or USSR? US put the man on the moon, that was clear. Soviets sent a female dog to the space, that was common knowledge too. But first spacecraft on another planet? Not sure.

"Fifteen seconds, Ms. Parrish" announced the host. Amanda started to feel nervous. Not because of that the fact that if she failed she would be forced to wear a fool's cap. She didn't give a shit about the damn fool's cap. The problem was that a fail when she wasn't even at the middle of the quiz would reduce her chances of winning drastically. And that meant, of course, that her chances of being publically humiliated on TV would increase as drastically.

"Ten seconds" the host told Amanda. Oh, shit, she thought. She was running out of time! Amanda had to give the host an answer now. But she had to be careful; she could not afford to lose. The whole campus where she studied at knew about his participation on the show and right now they would be watching her on TV. She didn't even want to think about what would happen when she came back to the campus if she failed to win.

"Five..." started the host, but Amanda interrupted him.

"Uh... USSR?" she finally said. The host raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure?" he asked, slowly. Amanda had started to sweat, and that wasn't due to the heat from the spotlights.

No, she thought. "Yes", she said instead.

"Aaaaaannnnddd... That's right!" said the host. The crowd applauded and Amanda started to breath again. Her heart went back to slower rates.

"Alright, alright" said the host, waiting for the end of the applauses. "Let's go on. Eighth question, science this time; which is the atomic number of the antimony?"

"Fifty one" answered Amanda, as quickly as usual, regaining a great deal of her old confidence. The question about the spacecraft turned out to be only a bad moment in the end. But she hadn't failed yet.

"Fifty one, right!" approved the host. Amanda felt fully confident again. She was still clear and approaching the middle of the quiz. And she kept answerings the questions brilliantly up to the thirteen question. While she wasn't a supersticious woman, she would later admit that it was quite a coincidence, although not a nice one.

"In which year was Harper Lee's novel 'To Kill A Mockingbird' published?" asked the host. Since Amanda had been asnwering quickly, he spoke the questions quickly as well, and Amanda almost said a nonsense.

I remember one of my high school teachers talking us about this novel, thought Amanda. But... in which year was it published?

Shit, I don't have a clue!

"Twenty seconds" the host warned her, enhancing Amanda's anxiety. She had gone back to her sweating. This question wasn't like the spacecraft one; with the later she had at least a slight clue. She knew that the novel was old, but... how old? Twenty years? Fifty? Sixty? She didn't know, nor she could guess. Any year could be the right one.

"Ten seconds."

What to say? What to guess? If she didn't answer right she would lose an opportunity to save herself. She felt like one of those videogame characters of her little brother's Playstation games. She wasn't a big fan of videogames but, like everybody else, she felt that urging sensation when fighting a boss and having just two lives remaining. And this time was worse, because if she lost her three 'lives' now she would suffer a much worse fate than a GAME OVER screen.

There was a lot on the line. Her dignity, for instance.

"Five... four... three..."

Think, Amanda, think! Which year was it publushed?

I just don't know, she answered to her on thoughts. Amanda finally solved to say the first year that crossed her mind.

"Uh... 1961?" she said. To her horror, Amanda realized that she just had spoken as timidly as Lange in his last question. That was indeed a bad sign. The host looked at her suspiciously. He did the eyebrow-raising thing again, startling Amanda.

"Are you sure, Ms. Parrish? Are you completely sure?" he asked, with his peculiar slow paced voice. But there was no point on retracting herself; she couldn't be sure of anything!

"Well" said the host, looking at his papers; "The right answer is..."

Drums now. Amanda feels that if he kept maintaning such a suspense, she would end up peeing herself. And that would place her in a real bad spot.

"1960! You were wrong by just one year, Ms. Parrish!" stated the host. Amanda was speechless and mouth open. A year? A single fucking year? Could there be a biggest irony than that one? Somebody up there didn't like her, that was for sure!

"As you already know, Ms. Parrish" said the host, coldly, "the first mistake is punished by the loss of the 500'000 dollars..."

"OUCH!" claimed the whole crowd.

"... and the obligatory fool's cap!" The crowd laughed while the host looked at his left. "C´mon, guys. A fool's cap for Ms. Parrish!"

Amanda panicked a bit, bus she took another deep breath and solved to remain calm. She saw the four muscular men coming at her and bringing the fool's cap with them. First fail at the thriteenth question; not a bad score. Only seven questions left and she still had another opportunity to fail. The first staff man grabbed her by the arm. The crowd cheered, eager for seeing the first little humiliation of Amanda. Before she could realize of it, a second man put the fool's cap over her cute head. The crowd had turned now to a rejoicing of guffaws. And that was no surprise; the fool's cap had taken some dignity from Amanda. Not too much, though. She could still save face if she won in the end -which she really planned to do!

The crowd laughed at her silly looks, but Amanda took it graciously; she smiled and bent over in a very medieval-esque reverence. The crowd found this funny too and anwered to Amanda's sense of humor with more laughs and applauses. The host waited for the applauses to fade.

"Well, Ms Parrish. Are you ready to go on with the quiz?" Just seven questions remaining..." asked the host, to which Amanda nodded energically with her head.

"Yes! I am ready to win!" she said, almost yelling. She may be overcompensating for what had just happened, but if that got the job done, then so be it. The host must have noticed it, because he laughed briefly and nodded as well.

"Oh, such a confident girl" he finally said. There was a slight tone of sarcasm in his voice, but Amanda didn't get offended; she had much bigger concerns to take care about in thet right moment; "Well, here we go with the fourteenth question, Amanda. Tell me..." a little pause and he adjusted his glasses again. "What's the current estimated population of Estonia?"

Amanda's mind started to race at the same pace that her heart was; pretty damn fast. What?, she thought. WHAT? SEROUSLY? How the hell was she supposed to know the answer to such a difficult question? And who the hell cared about Estonia anyway? That wasn't fair; since the last question had been tough, she expected now a much easier question. She found out, however, that the show's producers would be very happy to cause her final horrible predicament. The crowd would be happy with that too, she suspected. Her suspictions were based because the first giggled were breaking the silence that had covered the set by now.

Amanda solved to take a deep breath, close her eyes and think about Estonia. This way, she predicted, the knowledge would come to her brain by itself. The worst thing you could do is to chase a vague memory; it would slip between your fingers like the fine grains of sand from the beach. You had to empty your mind and allow the brain to access to the requested information by itself. Never overuse the machynery.

"Twenty seconds" announced the host. That meant that, unless Amanda came with the right answer, she was at twenty seconds from a pie to the face. But Amanda had made up her mind; she wouldn't be disturbed nor startled out of her meditative state. Losing her shit wouldn't help her in the least. Remaining concentrated could do her a favor.

And all this was very pretty and sounded good, but then Amanda realized of something;

She didn't even know where the hell Estonia was.

And if she didn't know where it was, how the fuck was she supposed to guess how big it could be? And if she couldn't suppose how big it was, how the hell was she going to do an estimation of its population? How? How?

Amanda didn't really give a damn about getting piefaced; the problem was that this was the last time she was allowed to fail. She had to keep that 'extra life' safe! Otherwise, she would have to deal with the remaining six questions while knowing that she was on the edge of being subjected to the most extreme form of ridicule. Almost instinctively, she looked up and stared briefly at Lange. The young man still had that depressed look on his face, which was bright red. Now Amanda didn't find Lange's predicament as funny. In fact, she didn't find it funny at all. Now, Lange's humiliation had become in a terrifingly accurate foresight of her near fate.

I cannot fail, thought Amanda. Forget that, I cannot AFFORD to fail!

"Ten seconds, Ms. Parrish" said the host, staring directly at Amanda through his glasses. The look on his eyes could drill a hole in the soul of a person that was feeling insecure. Like Amanda in that right moment. She knew that he was eager to see her fail. And the crowd too. Her sense of pride refused to give up on that battle against everybody's wishes, despite being now an uphill one.

"Five seconds..."

Amanda decided to let it go; there was no way in which she could guess Estonia's population in just five seconds. So, she decided to answer with an arbitrary number.

"Well, uh... One million and four hundred and twenty thousand?" she asked. At this point Amanda felt so insecure that her voice sounded extremely girly. Amanda hated herself for that; it gave the host an edge to bully her into getting nervous.

"Are... you... sure?" questiones the host, again. Amanda hated that, but she knew that it was her fault; she gave him that edge after all. Anyway, she decided to go on with her answer.

"Yes, I am" she stated, trying to sound as convincingly as possible, although she didn't hope to make it. Most likely she didn't, given the way the crowd in general smiled maliciously.

"Aaaaaand... the right answer is..."

Again those fucking drums which made her feel like peeing. However, in addition this time she noticed something different; the butterflies inside her belly had somehow turned into raging wasps. If this didn't get to an end soon, she would need to take care of another bodily function besides peeing...

"One million and four hundred and SIXTEEN thousand!" yelled the host.

WHAAAAT??? AGAIN??? Amanda could not believe it; she was sooo close to answering right! Only four thousand Estonians more and she wouldn't have failed! Another big irony! But now it didn't matter anymore; there was nothing that she could do to avoid her fate.

"Say goodbye to the car and say hello to the pie!" yelled the host, whuch sparked a fit of laughter from the whole crowd. Amanda saw the same staff men coming at her, one of the guys carried a huge cream pie in a tray. In other circumstances, this would have looked like the weirdest birthday' surprise ever. But right now there was no fun on it. Earlier she thought that she wouldn't really mind getting the pie to the face, but that was because she thought that the pue to the face would come much later -and that IF it really happened to come. It turned out to be a reality in the end.

She could not do too much after two men grabbed her by her arms. Soon, the pie was traveling fast towards her cute face.

SPLOTCH!!!

Darkness. Lemon-flavored darkness. There was a fraction of second in which an almost absolute silence covered the place -although its explanation may very well be as simple as that some pie had seeped into her ears. She took the pie out from her face and opened her eyes; the crowd was laughing hysterically at her. Amanda felt a very unpleasant, stabbing pain in her tummy; getting the pie wasn't being as bearable as she had thought it would. She felt really small, just wanting to disappear from here. But she couldn't; quitting from the contest would mean getting automatically stripped of your pants or skirt. And that was not an option for her.

Amanda knew that she wasn't safe anymore; no more fails. If she did, she would suffer the same fate as Lange. But she was determined to not to panick. Panicking wouldn't help her to make it. So she forced a very fake smile while all those men and women from the crowd laughed at her silly looks, with her fool's cap and her face covered of lemon cream pie. Didn't work, it seemed. But Amanda wouldn't lose control; she should stay calm.

"Well, well, well" said the host, smiling. "Seems like things are going your planned way... right, Ms. Parrish?"

Just five minutes earlier Amanda would have brushed that silly question off. But now she was way less confident and questions like those took a toll on her. Still six questions to come, and she had lost all her opportunities. This was the last one before suffering the most humiliating experience in her 21 years on Earth.

"Just a little setback, that's all" stated Amanda, trying to sound relaxed and confident. It didn't work; her voice was stuttering, and sounded wobbly. She could no longer look at the host's eyes, especially when he was smiling. Despite how uncomfortable it was, Amanda solved not to whipe the cream pie out of her face; somehow, it gave her an odd sense of hiding from the crowd's cruelty.

"Accept it for good, Ms. Parrish" calmly stated the host. "You're not going to win. You're going to end up hanging there next to Lange, in your underwear. You better deal with it."

No, no, no! Thought Amanda, but it was more a desperate plea than an affirmative statement. Six question, no mistakes. How the hell was she supposed to make it? There was no way. But the host was about to ask her the next question, so she stopped that line of thinking. Concentrate on the question, she commanded to herself.

"Fifthteen question" announced the host, after clearing his throat. "Here it comes... Related to arts, this time!" His voice toned had raised noticeablely. "I which year did Greta Garbo officially retire from acting?"

"Oh, that one is quite easy!" replied Amanda, agaon trying to maintain her weak façade of confidence. But truth was, she wasn't sure of the answer. Amanda knew that Garbo retired during the 40's, but... which exact year? This was no joke, failing had stopped being a valid option!

"Twenty secons" the host informed Amanda, ruthlessly in his tone. That's what it seemed to Amanda, at least.

Suddenly Amanda had a impulse that came from her gut's feelings; don't overthink, she told to herself. Just let the right answer come to your lips naturally. Overthinking would make you reject a valid answer and dabble with wrong ones instead!

"Fifthte..."

"1941" she almost yelled. That instensity surprised the host, who displayed a facial expression similar to the one he would put if he encountered a penguin in his kitchen. He was, however, smiling in glee; Amanda was completely nervous and anxious, which she rightfully guessed was helping to keep an atmosphere of tension and uncertainty. She was in the edge of making it -only four contestants had made it to the end last year- and people wanted either to see her succeeding... or failing miserably, public humiliation added to it.

"Aaaaannnnd..." started to speak the host, holding the tension as much as possible. Amanda's heart rate rose up to 130 BPM. This was it; if she failed, she would be stripped to her underwear and left hanging. Not exactly a quite chilling thought.

Please, please, please, was thinking Amanda.

"The answer is right!" said the host, not even trying to hide his disappointment. The people in the crowd didn't hide their disappointment either. Besides their fumbling of frustration, Amanda noticed that now they started to stare at her with certain hostility. They no longer cheer for her; they had come to see somebody get humiliated and every time Amanda answered right she was spoiling the fun. They were her enemy now.

Surprisingly for her, the 16th and the 17th questions were pretty easy for her. The host looked at Amanda with what it seemed anger in his eyes. She guessed that everybody in the crowd would have had the same grin in their faces, but she didn't bother looking. For what? They were trying to demoralize her. Renewed feelings of hope and happines struck her suddenly; only three questions left. If those three weren't really difficult she could very well make it. And what could be more satosfying that a nice comeback? Everybody in the crowd and at the other side of the cameras was leaving her for a loser already. She would show them what Amanda Parrish was capable of. She lifted her head and smiled, trying to look confident again despute the fool's cap and the pie lumps all over her cute face.

"Ready for 18th" she said to the host, defiant. The man reacted by clenching his lips, a gesture way different than his usual coldness and sarcartic comebacks. This made Amanda even happier; he was taking into consideration the possibility of Amanda winning the prize.

"Well, as you whish" he finally replied, grasping. "Eighttenth question..."

The drums sounded again. The host delivered his question; "Where did 1968 Olympic Games took place?"

Amanda's face almost brightened up like a lightbulb; "In Mexico City!"

"And the right answer is..." said the host, trying to create a tense atmosphere. But Amanda wasn't anxious; she knew the answer to that question very well. If the last two were going to be that easy she would make it! If any, she couldn't almost keep her excitement under control.

"Mexico City!" said the host. Despite his loud confirmation, almost anybody in the crowd reacted with surprise; seeing Amanda's happy face they knew that she was pretty sure of her answer. Now, she was heading into the ninetenth question; the last one that Lange answered right, thought Amanda, but she expelled those thoughts from her blonde head; they would serve for nothing, but to make her lose her confidence.

"Nineteth question now, Ms. Parrish" stated the host. He no longer made any efforts to hide his annoyance; he really wanted Amanda to fail. He had started to adopt the same attitude towards Lange when he was almost done with the questions... like Amanda was now. She expected him to go full asshole mode with her. And he certainly would do it!

"I have to admit, Ms. Parrish, that I didn't expect you to go that far when I saw you walking into the set" he told her. "You aren't exactly what I have in mind every time I think of an educated woman..."

The crowd as a whole laughed at this comment. Amanda, with the fool's cap over her head and cream pie all over her face suddenly got mad at him; what a sexist pig! Did he really think that women ought to be measured by their looks? Well, she solved to teach him a lesson. What would he think after a woman outsmarted him?

But soon Amanda realized of what had just happened; he was trying to knock her confidence off. Of course he wouldn't hesitate from employing dirty tactics like those. Psychological war at it finest, babe. If she let him get into her head, she could very well answer the next question without thinking about it properly, which could mean to get Lange'd, to say it best. So, instead of getting defensive, she just laughed the comment off.

"I'm happy of surprising you!" she lied. She was happy because she was close to win half-a million dollars. The host started to read the next question. Drums again.

"In which year was Louis Armstrong's song 'West End Blues' officially recorded?" he asked.

Amanda could not believe it. A question regarding Louis Armstrong! Her mother LOVED 'Satchmo'! If somebody asked something about him, she could tell it straight from her brain. Having been raised by her, Amanda had absorbed a lot of that huge amount of info. And this is one of those many things about Armstrong that she happened to know thanks to her mother.

"1928" she answered within just two seconds, leaving both the host and the crowd speechless. The host's knuckles had started to turn white, and the card his hands were holding was about to get ripped in half. Amanda was about to get away with the money and they could not deal with that! She felt very proud of herself.

"And that's right" said the host in a dull tone. The crowd didn't even bother with clasping their hands. They attended to see somebody getting publically humiliated, not to see them winning.

"Congratulations, Ms Parrish" said the host. Amanda saw how he was trying his best to control his anger and she almost admired him for that. "You've made it up to the last question. But this is the end. You're not getting away with it!"

One last question left! And the last two were easy. Amanda could not feel more confident that that. With that in mind, she adopted a much more defiant posture.

"Shoot your damn question, you sorry loser" she calmly said to him. A general "OOOOHHHH" mutter was heard around the crowd. The host's face turned bright red. He didn't make efforts to keep himself calm anymore.

"It will be a pleasure seeing you hanging up there humiliated, Amanda" he said. "You can bet on that."

But Amanda kept smiling; "Yeah, whatever. The question, please."

He was more furious than ever; "Okay, next question for Ms. I'm-a-spoiled-entitled-girl" he said, bitterly while looking at the card. "If during a race you were the in the third place... and you overtook the second runner... in which place would that leave you?"

Amanda was in heaven now. The last question was that easy? Yeah! She would get the 500k and she would laugh in the face of many. She answered almost immediately.

"In the first place, of course" she said relaxed, with her hands crossed behind her back. She was pretty confident of what she had said until she heard some giggles in the crowd. And the host was smiling triumphantly.

Wait a second, she thought. If you overtake the second runner, then you are the...

She started to panick; Oh, no! OH, NO! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

"Ms. Parrish. Your answer... is... WRONG!" he yelled. The crowd yelled as well, ectasiated. Amanda was standing there, with her mouth open...

"But... but..." she started to babble. After all she had to overcome, she had failed for a classic tricky question. She learned that stupid trick from her childhood, for fuck's sake! But it was too late now. She had fucked it up big time.

"Gentlemen, please" the host said to the staff. "Mind to humiliate Ms. Parrish."

"NOOOOOO!!!" she yelled, and turning around she tried to escape by running towards the backstage. She was spotted by a huge crew man that blocked her way. Desperately, she turned around to look for another way. But there wasn't any. She was trapped there with that evil host, his crew and the cruel, laughing crowd. Amanda approached the host jogging and grabbed the lapels of his jacket.

"Please don't do this to me!" she begged. Her blue eyes looked as big as dishes. "Please, I cannot get through this, I just can't!"

The host laughed, showing no compassion for her whatsoever. In that moment the four crew men grabbed her and dragged her back to the center of the set, where her arness waited for her. Three men retained her by her arms and her belly.

"No! No! Leave me alone! NOOOO!!!" begged Amanda, in vain. The fourth man crouched down in front of her, grabbed both sides of her white pleated skirt and quickly pulled it down to Amanda's ankles.

"Oh!" she muttered, surprised while the crowd laughed at her. Amanda looked down and watched the crew man remove the skirt out of her ankles. This made her fully realize about the situation; she was there, in front of more than one hundred of people with no skirt on. And there were cameras broadcasting to the whole country! Nothing could be more humiliating than that. Nothing.

"What do you think, people?" the host asked to the cheerful crowd. "Finally Amanda got what she deserved, right?"

"YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!!"

He looked at Amanda, smiling; "Look who's the sorry loser now. A nice irony, Ms. Parrish... don't you agree?"

The crowd found this extremely funny. Amanda of course didn't. The crew men were holding her arms and torso, and they were pretty strong. She could not do anything to cover her now exposed underwear. Amanda was wearing a pair of dark green high cut panties whose front panel was made of satin. They were a bit loose fighting, as they were quite worn down, although they still looked cute on her. Amanda didn't realize that she had put one of the oldest panties from her drawer that day. Maybe because she was wrongly confident that she was wearing the shorts. Her face was bright red and she was unable to look at the crowd.

"C'mon, guys" said the host. "Show us the rest!"

Before Amanda could reply, the men forced her to turn around, delighting the crowd and the host with a sight of her big, panty-clad ass. The whole seat of her panties was made of fine dark green lace. It was so delicate that Amanda's asscrack was slightly visible throught her underwear. Amanda could not see them, but she heard them; they were laughing hysterically at her situation. She just wanted this to end but, oh, she would left hanging there for the rest of the show. And there was still two more contestants to go!

The men turned her around again, leaving her facing the crowd one more time. The crew men attached her to the arness and soon she found herself hanging next to Lange. The young man looked at her solemnly. Through her own humiliation Amanda found a new compassion for him; now she knows how bad it felt. However, she was unable to look at his face. She was unable to look at anybody's face. She tried to look down at the crowd one more time and she only found the pointing fingers, the chuckling and the mockery. All this combined felt like getting stabbed in her belly by some kind of ghostly, invisible knife. She just looked down to the ground below her feet, embarrassed. Down there, the show kept going on.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome our next contestant..."




The End.

[socalralphboy21]

Amazing!

[FLP00]

Thanks! If you like these kind of stories -mostly depantsings and deskirtings of women- then you may like my other stories. And there will be more of those in the future!

[socalralphboy21]

I love the buildup you create here and the humiliation factor. Embarrassing underwear would be even better. Like prints and flowered bikini panties or something.

[FLP00]

Originally Posted by socalralphboy21

I love the buildup you create here and the humiliation factor. Embarrassing underwear would be even better. Like prints and flowered bikini panties or something.

Attractive underwear is embarrassing too, IMO!

But yes, cute patterns and flowers get the job done too.

[lo0lo0]

Wow this is just BRILLIANT!

First of all it is very funny because these day sI was thinking about: "Well, how could a game TV show would provide EUF moments?" and then you provide the answer

I love the slow and progressive build up. How Sam feels comfident at first, laughing about the fate of the previous contestant like the crowd, as she thinks about the trick she would use if she was in that situation... But then, the sudden realization she was not wearing those shorts... The panic, the fear as she may remember what kind of panties she chose to wear... And the terrible Damocles Sword above her head, knowing that if she fails, her fate would be suddenly more embarassing...

Then all the variety of reactions during the game, as she feels comfident at first, but then everytime she fails she loses more and more comfidence as she realizes she is close to the edge of showing her panties on TV. This mix of fear, trying to reassure herself but knowing what could easily happen is thrilling, and so funny! Especially when bit by bit she comes closer to the last question, and the crowd begins to be quite angry...

And that silly ending when she gives the wrong answer, and the world collapses... And wow, so attractive panties for a lovely girl! It makes her EUF situation quite more embarassing, and you described it very well!

Very good job

[FLP00]

Originally Posted by lo0lo0

Wow this is just BRILLIANT!

First of all it is very funny because these day sI was thinking about: "Well, how could a game TV show would provide EUF moments?" and then you provide the answer

I love the slow and progressive build up. How Sam feels comfident at first, laughing about the fate of the previous contestant like the crowd, as she thinks about the trick she would use if she was in that situation... But then, the sudden realization she was not wearing those shorts... The panic, the fear as she may remember what kind of panties she chose to wear... And the terrible Damocles Sword above her head, knowing that if she fails, her fate would be suddenly more embarassing...

Then all the variety of reactions during the game, as she feels comfident at first, but then everytime she fails she loses more and more comfidence as she realizes she is close to the edge of showing her panties on TV. This mix of fear, trying to reassure herself but knowing what could easily happen is thrilling, and so funny! Especially when bit by bit she comes closer to the last question, and the crowd begins to be quite angry...

And that silly ending when she gives the wrong answer, and the world collapses... And wow, so attractive panties for a lovely girl! It makes her EUF situation quite more embarassing, and you described it very well!

Very good job

Hey! Long time without hearing from you!

I'm glad that you liked the story. As always, you really get the whole point of the story. It's beyond the embarrassing exposure; it's more about the extreme feelings of powerlessness and self-consciousness after a long period of draining tension.

This was a story that I had in the backburner, to say it best. I started to write it a long time ago and finished it just recently. It's funny how easily ideas can come to your mind; just watch a gameshow and bam! Here's a new EUF story!

I really like Amanda. She's one of those cheerleader-type girls that think that they're smarter than everyone else. Amanda has proven to be smart, but she also has proven to have too much confidence on herself, which she paid for!
She also has proven to have good taste in underwear...

[PforPanchira]

Oh very nice. much Thanks for your effort.

I love how sadistic the crowed is they are there just for the Panties...

I would imagine the audience as soon as they saw Amanda walk out they are already imagining her wearing only her underwear,, probably thoughts like what color of Panties she is wearing? what style?

And just imagine their Joy and the anticipation the Moment her Panties is about to be revealed to the world.

I would imagine this type of game shows to be legal in Japan.

[socalralphboy21]

Ever thought about continuing this? Amanda hanging there in her panties while watching the other two contestants are also humiliated could make for an interesting story.

[FLP00]

Originally Posted by PforPanchira

Oh very nice. much Thanks for your effort.

I love how sadistic the crowed is they are there just for the Panties...

I would imagine the audience as soon as they saw Amanda walk out they are already imagining her wearing only her underwear,, probably thoughts like what color of Panties she is wearing? what style?

And just imagine their Joy and the anticipation the Moment her Panties is about to be revealed to the world.

I would imagine this type of game shows to be legal in Japan.

Yeah, pretty much. The crowd is there to see somebody getting publically humiliated.

Japan's gameshows are crazy. It would be surprising that they've never had a contest like this. I mean, I've seen videos of these gameshows in which girls get stripped down to their underwear, so this one wouldn't really make a difference.