Olivia
Olivia had watched in horrified fascination as the brazen, Stacey had revealed herself to the world without hesitation. Now all that was left was for her to be plunged into the slime like the trash she was.
“Olivia, back to you,” Nick said. “The next category is jobs.”
“Accountant,” said Olivia. Her dad was an accountant so this was an easy one for her.
“Heather”
“Artist”
“Stacey”
As the seconds counted down, Stacey sat with the same fake smile that had been on her face since the start of the game. Olivia watched, confident that the smile would be wiped away shortly. With two seconds left, Stacey turned to Olivia and winked.
“Architect,” she said.
Olivia felt a moment of confusion as the spotlight returned to her. A few seconds had already passed by the time she realised that Stacey had given an answer for the first time. A feeling of panic rose as Olivia realised that she hadn’t prepared for this. Scrambling through her mind, she couldn’t think of any answers. The buzzer sounded.
“Time to strip or slime,” said Nick.
She had known that it might come to this. That brazen hussy had surprised her but Olivia resolved that it wouldn’t happen again. As she slipped off her dress to reveal her tasteful black underwear, she glowered at Stacey who was smiling triumphantly. She threw her dress backwards to avoid the slime and turned back to the front of the stage.
“Heather, the next category is three letter words,” said Nick.
“And”
“Stacey”
“Are”
“Olivia”
“Apt”
“Heather”
“Art”
“Stacey”
“Add”
“Olivia”
“Act”
“Heather”
“Ant”
“Stacey”
“All”
“Olivia”
“Awe”
“Heather”
“Are”
The flurry of answers finally came to an end. As Nick turned towards Stacey, the spotlight stayed stubbornly on Heather. Nick raised his hand to his earpiece. “I’m told that we had that one earlier. It is Heather’s turn to strip or slime!”
Olivia almost felt sorry for Heather who seemed to hide her face yet further behind her red hair as she lifted her hands to the straps of her dress and slowly started to slide them down her arms. A functional white bra was revealed with a touch of lace at the top the only nod to any sort of style. As Heather finally pulled the dress down past her feet, Olivia could see that her panties were similarly plain. Clearly her friend hadn’t called her boring for nothing.
With the last of the three dresses gone, Olivia felt that the stakes of the game had been raised. She had to remain focussed and strong. Her sisters were counting on her.
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