[ENF] Collateral Damage: The 3rd Best Worst Strip Game Prank in the World [Voyeur, Student]

[Fallingoffthetable]

According to my member profile, I joined OneClickChicks on 5 May 2015 which is exactly one decade ago. According to my statistics tab, over the course of this decade I have made 0 total posts. I figured, after having spent a whole decade lurking and leeching, this is probably a good moment to pop my cherry and express thanks for the existence of this community by making my first post and actually contributing to the site for once. So here goes...

This prank dates back to the summer of 2012. It is the magnum opus of my prank career and remains so almost 13 years later.

First, a disclaimer. This is a true story. It may be slightly exaggerated in part for dramatic effect or imperfectly recalled due to the time-inflicted erosion of memory but the story as a whole is true. I do not endorse the actions of my 19 year old self. My younger dumber self was lacking in empathy and respect for personal boundaries. The way I behaved then is not the way I would behave now. I would strongly advise anyone against conducting yourself the way I have. Nonetheless, it happened. If you're the sort of person who appreciates voyeur themes, I'm sure you, like I, will find some sense of enjoyment in this account regardless. Just please don't use the concepts in this story in service of the forces of evil.

Now, let's begin.

One of my friends (Julia) and I wanted to set up a prank to embarrass a girl (Becky) who we had been engaged with in a tit-for-tat prank war. The interests we had made us lean into designing a prank involving some degree of skin. It took some brainstorming but we eventually thought up a prank that seemed too brutal to pursue but was also just too ingeniously hot to leave on the shelf. We argued about the "should we or shouldn't we" for weeks before deciding to commit to it. The idea would most likely fail anyway so why not give it our best shot?

The venue was the borrowed house of a friend who had a back yard large enough to hold a tonne of people. This was the setup: We threw a house party and enlisted all our colleges' popular "it girls" (of which I sadly was not one) to invite as many people as we could from our unified social networks. It was billed as a "start of summer" party to really encourage a high turnout. We ended up with maybe 100 to 120 invitees turning up with many "plus ones" and "friends of friends" boosting the numbers even further. There was one condition we imposed upon all invited attendees: They had to bring trunks or a one piece swimsuit with them (yes, it had to be a one piece) but we didn't tell them why.

When the party was in full swing, I commandeered the microphone to propose... a strip game!

Now the problem I have with strip games is they're normally very tame. For our prank to really shine (I'm sorry Becky!) we needed something more dramatic than a game where people just gamble their socks. Or in Julia's poetic words, "If the nips and lips aren't on show, is it really a strip game?" Maybe the trunks or one piece swimsuit make a little more sense now? It wasn't just a ploy to make sure I was the only girl at the party wearing a bikini.

The game was simple: Volunteers join, write their name on a slip of card, change into their "one life only" swimwear and line up along one side of the outdoor pool (stood a few metres away from the edge for safety) while the remaining party attendees gather on the opposite side of the pool. The pool doesn't play any role in the prank. It simply put distance between "the show" and "the audience" to make sure as many people as possible had an unobstructed view. Each name slip is put into a hat and a single name is drawn out. That person is the loser and strips completely which is good news for everyone... Except that one lucky unlucky. It's an all or nothing sudden death game of chance.

Attendees had until the turn of the next hour (like 50 minutes or so) to sign up.

The psychology here is interesting. Everyone wants the game to happen because the idea of a reluctant red-faced stripper is one hell of a prize but nobody actually wants to play the game because they don't want to risk being the loser. The problem is the game doesn't happen at all if nobody agrees to play. You can leverage the desire for the game to go ahead to persuade people to agree to the risk but it's a delicate thing to do.

Julia and I did not get any unconditional volunteers saying, "Yes, I will play." Instead, we got conditional pledges saying, "Sure, I'll play but only if there are at least X other people playing too," where each X varied from person to person depending on their level of impulsivity, inhibition and risk aversion. It's the threshold coordination problem of behavioural economics. We had to find the magic number (N) at which the recruitment threshold for each person in the group (N ≥ X) is reached. Yes, as nerds we game theorised it out in advance. If we don't reach the magic number, the game doesn't happen and that wouldn't be any fun now, would it?

Julia and I got to canvassing the party. I went around soliciting participation from potential contestants and making notes of pledges in my recently purchased iPhone 4. Julia had a BlackBerry. To get people to commit was like drawing blood from a stone but that didn't stop us trying. Nothing is lost if we fail because we knew from the start the prank probably wouldn't work out. By the end of the first twenty minutes, we had secured a single solitary pledge (and credit to the girl who made it). This wasn't going quite as we'd hoped.

We took a moment to regroup and let the seriousness of the invitation "sink in" to our attendees. Then it was time for our second survey of the room. With a little more badgering and encouragement, we caught the interest of another two attendees. That was when the atmosphere shifted from interested apathy to excitement and the pledges started slowly rolling in from guys and girls alike. Alcohol probably helped. Julia saw to it that Becky (who I introduced nine paragraphs ago if you even remember her) was persuaded to make a pledge (I'm sorry Becky!) and then negotiated her down to a far more favourable magic number. The total number of pledges had increased from 1 to 9 which was good but not enough.

We regrouped again. Too many girls didn't want to play and the guys wouldn't play if there weren't enough girls at risk. It felt like I'd spoken to a tonne of hesitant non-committal "almost girls" who seemed like they needed just a little more of a push. Julia had too. We agreed the stakes we were asking might be a touch too high for a stage of more than 120 spectators so we came up with a new strategy. Instead of requiring contestants play the game in just a swimsuit, we'd let any newly volunteering contestants keep their knickers (or panties in American English) on underneath their swimsuit too. We decided to deploy this selectively on a case-by-case basis while soliciting for contestants on our third survey instead of making an announcement just so that if there are any girls willing to play pantiless, the fun isn't ruined. The "keep your knickers on" offer turned out to be the clincher that closed the deal for almost all the "on the fence" girls we'd been coaxing. I felt like there was more work to do but we were nearing the turn of the hour and seemed to be out of time. Besides, we now had 25 pledges.

So how did the conditional pledges land (as best as I can approximate from recall):

• 4 people said they would join a game of at least 8 contestants.
• 4 more people (8 pledges total) said they would join a game of at least 10 contestants.
• 3 more people (11 pledges total) said they would join a game of at least 14, 15 or 16 contestants.
• 5 more people (16 pledges total) said they would join a game of at least 20 to 24 contestants.
• 9 more people (25 pledges total) said they would join a game of 30 or more contestants.

To our dismay, the magic number was tantalisingly out of reach at every level of play. Fuck!

Here's another not so fun fact. There was a strong gender differential in the magic numbers. There wasn't a single guy who made a pledge of less than 14 while every pledge in the "30 or more" range was made by a guy. You can reverse engineer the female trend accordingly. At the time, I thought this was the consequence of guys being perverts who wanted to ensure the loser would be a girl and so they telepathically conspired an "unspoken pact" by consensus to make it so. After telling this story enough times and having guys consistently express surprise at how low some of these magic numbers are, I figure it's probably that girls are often more body confident than guys are (due to internalised self-objectification and desensitisation through revealing fashion styles... basically all the reasons why girls are often paradoxically more body insecure too) so were happy to deal at considerably lower odds. I didn't understand that nuance when I was 19 though.

So, we didn't have the numbers.

This was the point where Julia wanted to surrender and accept the prank had failed. I had a better idea: Bluff. I commandeered the microphone again, announced that we had enough pledges for the 10 contestant game (even though we were 2 short) and instructed all the pledged volunteers to head into the "green room" to prepare for the show. Now this clearly wouldn't work on it's own. When the 8 volunteers gather in the green room and count themselves, many of them will decide the odds aren't right for them so we made one last Hail Mary throw of the dice. As I made my way from our makeshift PA system through the bustling crowd back to the house to oversee preparations, I went to the girl who, despite not making a pledge, had impressed the most indecision during recruitment and told her there was a spot reserved for her in the game too. She was naturally ambivalent given she hadn't volunteered but with a dismissive, "Yeah, I know, but you're playing anyway," I took her by the hand and led her into the house so she could get changed. Julia did the same and just like that we'd acquired two more contestants for a total of 10. N ≥ X had been achieved.

It gets better: We didn't even need to. Apparently 2 of the 8 volunteers had a similar idea. As they were instructed into the house for pre-show preparation, they each dragged one of their friends in for the ride (probably to pad their odds a little more) and for some reason their friends (peer pressure, right?) went along with it. It gets even better: One of those last minute additions wasn't even in conversation with Julia or I as a potential contestant (we wrote her off given her shy reticent demeanour) so she joined without being aware of the "keep your knickers on" deal. This brought us to a grand total of 12 contestants. As much as I'd have liked some guys in the mix, all were female which I suppose is good news for some.

Anyway, do you know what I hate about strip games? Sometimes you can set up the game, win and then have the loser unilaterally decide after losing that they're not playing anymore and won't pay up. You know, the people who only play when they're winning. It really takes all the fun out of the game and unfairly makes the risk the winners made seem totally worthless. With a very eager crowd to please, we had to make sure the loser (embarrassed or otherwise) would actually lose their clothes and wouldn't be able to simply renege.

Julia came up with the back out preventing trick. The contestants were assembled in the "green room". Before taking to the stage, each of our contestants would change out of their normal clothes and into their swimsuit (or borrow someone else's if they didn't bring their own). It meant maybe a little more leg would be on show than usual especially as dresses are pretty revealing anyway so everyone was fine with this. Then each of the girls would slip their arms out of the one piece so the shoulder straps pass under their arms instead of over their shoulders. With the aid of double sided tape, underarm grip and the tight elasticity of swimsuits, the fabric would stay held up and keep the girls modestly covered even without the over-the-shoulder support.

Can you picture that?

Then for the trick. Once the girls are changed and ready to take to the stage, Julia and I would use a plastic cable tie to secure each of their hands behind their back. Julia called it "the suit and tie" while I called it "the contract" because obligations. With a girl's arms on the outside of her one piece, it could be pulled down without her arms getting in the way. With her hands bound, she'd surrendered total control so we could strip her without a fight and she'd be helpless to stop us. If a contestant wasn't up for paying out, all she needs to do is kick back and relax while we do all the hard work for them. If she can't relax, fuck her, she wanted to play and now she doesn't get a say. There is no room for resistance, backing down, second thoughts, cold feet or last minute escapes. Just one or two sharp downwards tugs later and the girl will find her one piece wrapped around her ankles and every inch of her body on show to much appreciation by the audience. Bam!

And that's how it went down. We had our audience gathered along one length of the pool with our 12 girls on the opposite side lined up in their stripperific swimsuits (7 with knickers, 5 pantiless) with their arms outside their swimsuit straps and their hands secured behind them. Stripping any one of them would be as effortless as peeling a banana. All 12 were playing to win so that someone else will lose. The stage was set for our prank war magnum opus. Let the fun begin!

Regards,
Hayley.

Becky is pictured below. Blondes do it better. I see her dress is shoulder strapless too. I guess it didn't have to be a swimsuit after all. Woah, check out the depth of that television set. Or is it a computer monitor? I can't see a computer tower case so it can't be. What is this: The 20th century?

[sslim5]

3rd best? Sounds like the best so far. Lol

[warm]

Originally Posted by sslim5

3rd best? like the best so far. Lol

A very welcome start to posting.

[Qazwox27]

Hope to see the next part soon!

[Thekingscourt]

I have never wanted an ending to a story as much as I need one for this.

[jimmybob69]

Screw the story, just some clarification.
You have been here 10 years, your narrative reads as if you are female, and you profile picture is a female to die for .
My question to you is .......... is that you in your profile pic???????

Inquiring minds want to know.

[sslim5]

It is going to be 10 more years before we hear how this turned out. Lol. Their has to be more to the story