Dress Off 01: Sasha vs Tara

"Clue number 3 will take you where, either a 1 or a 2 would have had you quite bare. You won't talk about this at dinner or lunch, but go to the center to follow your hunch."

Sasha tried breaking into a jog in an effort to get to the center of the city faster, however every time she bounced along in her stride, she was acutely aware of the tightness of her shirt and the ceaseless, low vibrations of her bra. Sasha gritted her teeth and powered on, regretting her choice of beverage at lunch time as the start of a familiar feeling in her bladder gave her yet another new problem to handle. A new problem and, Sasha realised with a sudden start, an unexpected solution.

Two streets ahead, Tara Tennyson was also running towards the center of the city, although with less of an idea as to her final destination. Tara was furiously trying to stop blushing, as she became used to her new attire, and the prominence of her nipples poking through the now skin-tight white shirt. The tight white shirt and baggy yellow shorts seemed slightly at odds with each other, and she was all too sure that the latter would be fixed in ways she wouldn't enjoy if Sasha was to take a 2-1 lead in the clues. As Tara continued to hurry along, she stole a glance behind her and was re-assured to see Sasha some two streets back, and heading in roughly the same direction. The fact that Sasha's top was in a familiar state to Tara's only made Tara realise just how exposed they both were. Even two streets away, Tara could see Sasha's breasts on display in a skin-tight white top, and Tara fully knew how she would look to passers-by when up-close. As Tara turned back to the task at hand, she had to half-stop as she almost ran into another man. Tara half-mumbled an apology and was about to continue on her journey when a jolt of recognition again stopped her in her tracks. The man she almost ran into was one of Sasha's friends - Robert Mackinlay - and he'd gone to the same University as Tara and Sasha. Robert also seemed to recognise Tara, but was temporarily struggling to remember her name, distracted as he was by other matters regarding the woman in front of him. Even in her current desperate state, an idea formed in Tara's mind with snake-like speed.

"Robert! What a coincidence! I was just talking to Sasha and she said she was hoping to talk to you. She seemed frightfully upset, could certainly do with a friend, and well, you know how things have been between us. I thought it best to leave her be, but she's right over there about a street back, and I'm sure she'd love to chat!" Tara flashed the closest thing to an innocent, encouraging smile that she could manage at the moment, and then almost as quickly said her goodbyes and was off again before Robert could even frame a reply.

Robert stared at Tara's retreating backside for several seconds, and then had started to struggle to remember why he was here in the first place, when Sasha suddenly came bounding along we well.

"Sasha! Hey, how are you!" Robert had always had a not-so-secret crush on Sasha, and Tara's seemingly friendly warning about Sasha being upset suddenly appeared to him as an ideal chance to appear as a knight in shining armour.

'Sasha, I just saw Tara... who was... in almost exactly the same outfit you're wearing... and... uhh... well, she said, ..." Robert's voice trailed off as he tried to figure out a compelling reason why Tara and /Sasha would be dressed practically identically in the same part of the city at the same time. He knew the two had a feud, but this was something altogether new.

Sasha came to a grudging halt as she looked past Robert and saw Tara pulling ahead of her. Sasha looked quickly at Robert and tried to wave him away in the friendliest possible way.

"Robert, hi, can't stop, I've..."

Robert interrupted her with a finger to the lips, and brought himself to what he hoped was a impressive pose.

"Sasha, I know things have been rough on you of late, and ..."

"Robert, please, I have to go!" Sasha went to start running, and Robert gently grabbed her arm to hold her back.

"... and I just want you to know that ..."

Sasha extracted her arm from Robert's grasp and gave him an exasperated look. "Robert, this is important, I have to go!"

"... I will always be here for you and that ..."

Sasha gave up on trying to end the conversation in conventional ways, and decided that sprinting-down-the-street was as good a means as any to bringing this distraction to it's overdue conclusion. Unfortunately, as Sasha started to run again, Robert had reached out to grab her hand in a friendly way, and was too busy dreamily staring at her perky breasts to notice Sasha's increasing agitation. Sasha was a fair bit stronger than Robert, and her running start easily pulled him off his feet. The resulting graceless stumble into a near-by lamp-post happened before he could rouse himself from his daydreams.

Sasha groaned as she realised what had happened, and she momentarily considered just leaving him there. However, Robert was clearly now injured - a mildly concussed look on his face only barely discernible from his usual state of amiable confusion - and the irritating fool was still a friend all said and done. Blood was now streaming out of his now banged-up nose, and Sasha spent a precious few moments fuming as she desperately tried to attract a fellow bystander to help him. Thankfully, a beautiful woman in a skin-tight top tends to attract help effortlessly, and after an agonising minute or two of trying to explain to two men with attention deficit disorder what had happened, Sasha was off again.

Damn it Tara. That slut had clearly used Robert to delay her further, she was still blocks away from the public toilets in the center of the city, and now her erect nipples had competition for her attention from her overly-excited bladder. Sasha also couldn't see Tara in front of her any more, and she was helplessly wondering whether Tara knew where she was going, when she passed a small shopping mall on her right. The call of nature had finally built up to an overwhelming crescendo, and she realised she wouldn't make it to the main public toilets before she lost complete control. Well, she thought, if Tara knows where she's going, then there is no way I'm going to overtake her. And if she doesn't know where she's going, a quick pit-stop hopefully won't make any difference.

Sasha quickly hobbled into the shopping mall, and located the women's toilets on the mall map. One minute and one disgruntled female patron later (who had foolishly thought she - and not Sasha - was next in line for the stall), Sasha let out her first contented sigh of the day. Within seconds the pressure in her bladder steadily relieved itself. Sasha wasn't in any mood to hang around though, and was in the act of flushing the toilet when the dreaded voice in the earpiece sang out once more.

9. A Tangent of Unnecessary Proportions

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"Hello Miss Sinclair. I hope you're feeling better now. I supposed I could have mentioned the need to go to the toilet before the big game, but I'm slightly surprised an athlete of your talent wouldn't already know that." The voice sounded like it was looking forward to something and was savouring the build-up. Had Tara already found the next clue? Was she that far ahead?

"Miss Sinclair, as I'm sure a highly intelligent woman such as yourself will agree, rules are important in any game. Sadly, one such rule is that our contestants must stay walking or running in public and not hide away during the game itself."

"Oh come on!" Sasha objected, "I'm in the public toilets, and I would only have been here for a minute if you hadn't interrupted me!"

"Well, that's certainly one way of looking at it." the voice commented, giving no room for doubt from their tone that there were other, far more compelling ways of looking at it that they were greatly in favour of, "However, a stall in a public toilet isn't public enough I fear, and the tragedy of all of this is that you've already had a penalty warning."

"What?! That makes no sense! I want to lodge a protest!" Sasha cried indignantly, forgetting all about Tara for a moment as the injustice of this latest hurdle hit her like a kick in the teeth.

"Of course, of course, that is your right and we here at Decider Enterprises do pride ourselves on our fair and just process of disputes resolution" the voice continued smoothly, and far too glibly for Sasha's liking, "so please rest assured that after the conclusion of our game your protest will be dealt with through the appropriate channels, etc etc."

"After?!" Sasha chipped in, "How's that going to help me now?"

"Well," said the voice slowly, "it would be a little bit difficult to do anything about it now, seeing as how I triggered the penalty about three whines ago. Besides," the voice brightened up, "surely you don't want to be waylaid any longer by talking about this now, when Tara moves further ahead of you with every minute you waste debating this with me."

Sasha's mind was suddenly brought back to the more immediate threat, and she felt a shiver of fear run down her spine as she wondered if Tara had figured out the third clue yet. She silently cursed the voice in the earpiece one more time for good measure, and then reached down to pull up her black lycra running shorts and the baggy red shorts. It was at that point that her panicky thoughts about Tara were rudely interrupted by the sudden shock of her hands encountering something wet and soggy. She looked down in despair, wondering if the toilet had overflown, only to be greeted by the even worse sight of her baggy red shorts seemingly disintegrate in front of her eyes.

"What the hell?!" Sasha exclaimed, as the once solid clothing broke away and covered the stall floor in a soggy red mess.

"You'd be warned Miss Sinclair, and can I suggest that you not loiter around to ponder the matter further, as I strongly suspect Miss Tennyson is en route to the next clue."

Sasha grimaced, grabbed the body-hugging - and far too small for her preference - black lycra running shorts, and burst out of the stall as she yanked them up. A very confused older lady was still waiting outside for her turn, unable to make her mind up whether she should be irate or just very confused over the 20-odd year old in revealing, skintight clothing, who had barged past her earlier and who had then proceeded to hold a very strange one-sided conversation indeed.

Sasha raced out of the mall and turned onto the street towards the larger public toilets in the CBD.

She was fully aware now of just how the tight running shorts, that barely came down over her bottom, framed and presented her well-defined ass. The men she ran past had the headache of having to decide whether to stare slack-jawed at her ass or at her breasts. The constant humming of the bra had kept her nipples perfectly erect under her skin-tight white shirt, and the constant running was now making the shirt rub on them as well, causing even more distraction for her. She had made it all the way to the first pedestrian crossing when the voice in the earpiece chirped up once again.

"Miss Sinclair, my apologies, I seem to have misled you before. I told you Miss Tennyson is en route to the next clue. Not strictly speaking correct, I'm afraid. In actuality, Miss Tennyson is very much at the next clue..."

10. Devious Minds

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Tara finally reached the public toilets in a bad mood, worrying the entire way that Sasha had worked out the clue before her. Tara had already passed this way before but stupidly hadn't made the connection, a fact she berated herself at length about until a wave of satisfaction overcame her as she spotted the DE logo on a cleaning notice by the entrance to the public toilets. Tara had taken the lead in the clues now, and she quietly savoured the thought that she was halfway to humiliating Sasha Sinclair and finally winning this feud once and for all. She even stopped worrying about her breasts for a moment, even though they were so obviously poking out of her top and had already caused one man to walk into a postbox while craning his neck to get a better view. This game wasn't so bad so far, and Tara was sure that Sasha was suffering worse than her. She scanned over the next clue.

"Clue number 4 may even the score, or leave someone in the nude. Whatever it be, make haste to see where one should never be so rude."

Tara started jogging away in a random direction, temporarily lost as to any idea as to where to go next. Within a minute, she heard a short crackle in her earpiece that heralded the voice. What the hell? Sasha could only have received the clue less than 30 seconds ago. How could she have reached the next clue already? Tara was damn sure she hadn't run afoul of the penalty system again. Surely enlisting the help of the hapless Robert hadn't helped her actively solve the clue. Pedantic assholes!

"Miss Tennyson, you may be interested to learn that Miss Sinclair has regretfully suffered her second penalty. This effectively makes you 3-1 up in the clues. A lady so quick on the arithmetic as yourself will undoubtedly realise you are precisely one clue away from victory. Of course, fight-backs have been known to happen Miss Tennyson, so I wouldn't get carried away too much just yet." The voice disappeared as quickly as it had come, before Tara had even had a chance to reply.

Tara felt a thrill of exhilaration. One clue to go! If only she could figure this one out, Sasha "Slut" Sinclair would down for the count. Hell, it would almost be worth... Tara slowly smiled as a devious thought jumped to the forefront of her mind. She turned towards the biggest crowd of men she could see on the streets, readjusted her already skin-tight top to best show off her remarkable assets, and flashed her most outgoing smile. Tara was just full of good ideas today.

11. The Essence of the Game

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Sasha couldn't help let out a small shriek of horror as her anguished mind tried to process what was happening. Only moments after the voice had cheerfully broken the bad news of Tara's recent success, and solemnly relayed the details of the next clue, her white top had once again begun to shrink. Last time, it had shrunk from decently baggy to indecently tight. Now however, there was no more slack for it to take up around her taut upper body, and Sasha watched on helplessly as the shirt constricted around the chest, torso and back. Around her, pedestrians at the crossing looked on in surprise as this young woman seemed to contort as the pressure of the shirt made her double over and suddenly find it difficult to breath. However, the shirt's stitching was no match for Sasha's beautifully formed athletic body, and Sasha's breathing soon returned to normal. The terrible price for that relief though, was the inevitable tearing of the material over the shoulders and down her sides. With the twin fears of exposure versus being penalised for interfering with the outfit both competing for Sasha's attention, the shirt finally broke and slid gracefully down to the pavement at Sasha's feet. Sasha involuntarily let out a yelp as her red sports bra, nipples still blatantly poking through, was revealed to the entire viewing public. The embarrassment was even worse as cars began to honk as they drove past, with more than a few whistles joining the general background noise of the city streets.

Some pedestrians couldn't help letting out a nervous titter, others just pointed and stared, and more than a few mobile phones were whipped out, cameras engaged. Sasha didn't even bother waiting for the green pedestrian light, but dashed across the street in the next break in traffic, trying to focus on the next clue ahead and ignore the fact that she was now bouncing down the street in what may have been bra and panties for all that the discretion they provided.

Sasha now knew that she had to get to the next clue first. Anything else would be game over, and as acute embarrassment welled up inside of her, she couldn't help but contemplate what could possibly be worse than this.

12. A Wedding to Remember

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The Cathedral! Of course, a place where someone should never be rude! The realisation struck Sasha Sinclair like a thunderbolt as she racked her mind for the millionth time about the last clue. Of course, it could be any old Church, Synagogue or Mosque, but Sasha was getting the sense that Decider Enterprises didn't do things by half, and the Cathedral was the largest place of worship in the City. Sasha also knew exactly where it was, and raced on, her red bra announcing her imminent passage to everyone she passed from at least a block away. Sasha was even beginning to gather an entourage of fellow runners, who were doing well to both run and point their mobile phone cameras at Sasha's tight ass as it sped along the streets.

Sasha was completely on edge now. Not just because of her misbehaving, vibrating bra, and the incredibly self-conscious nature of her beautiful derriere, but because she was aching to get to the Cathedral before the earpiece broke into life one last fateful time.

As she turned a corner, she saw the spire of the Cathedral straining towards the sky, slightly out of place amongst the far more modern skyscrapers that surrounded it. There was a limousine parked outside, and that was just one of a number of very expensive vehicles scattered around it. Sasha dashed on, compelling her now tired legs to one last exertion, to keep her in the game one clue longer.

No sign of Tara! No sign of that smug bitch! No self-satisfied announcements from the earpiece as she arrived at the Cathedral steps. A wedding was clearly in progress inside, and Sasha desperately cast around the outside for something that looked like the next clue. She couldn't help but steal the occasional glance over her shoulder to see if Tara was hot on her heels, and when she couldn't see her coming down the street in either direction, Sasha permitted herself a slight feeling of calmness. There was still the matter of finding the clue, and still the undeniable fact that she was standing outside a prominent religions landmark in a sports bra and glorified panties. But she was about to even up the ledger a little, and Sasha pushed on determinedly.

It was then that she noticed the figure hanging back in the shadows of an alcove by the entrance to the Cathedral. A figure that looked all the world like a 20-odd year old female. It was then that she heard a voice come from the figure, a voice that she instantly recognised with absolute, undiluted dread.

"Hey Sasha. Short time, no see. Of course, now I'm seeing more than enough of you to make up for those precious few minutes of together time we missed out on!"

Tara Tennyson stepped out of the shadows, smirking.

As Sasha began to grasp what she was seeing, she couldn't help but notice that Tara had also lost her yellow baggy shorts, and was now wearing the skin tight shirt and pants that Sasha herself had sported an entire clue back. That outfit now looked positively prudish to Sasha, even though a mere fifteen minutes ago it had been the cause of acute self-consciousness.

The voice once again sprang into life, this time in both Sasha and Tara's earpieces.

"Ladies. Well played both of you. Sasha, I'm sure you're wondering about Tara's predicament clothing-wise, and perhaps slightly more on how she beat you to the clue. Well, it turns out Miss Sinclair that you were entirely right to consider Miss Tennyson a blatant cheat, and she is certainly one of the most devious players of this game that we've ever had the pleasure of penalising. Please rest assured Miss Sinclair, that Miss Tennyson was greatly reprimanded for asking a group of innocent bystanders to solve the latest clue for her, and that her yellow sports shorts were consigned to the scrap heap without delay!"