(rich) Nude or (broke) Prude!

"Very good, wait, I'm getting something from our judges, it looks like Tiffany and Elizabeth cheated! Elizabeth mouthed the answer so Tiffany could read it!"

Tiffany protested "No I didn't" at the same time Elizabeth said "I wasn't trying to..." but Tom cut them both off.

"The judges decision is final, you both have two choices, strip completely nude, forfeit all prize money, and do the walk of shame, giving Becky the win by default, or accept a penalty that won't even affect your standings in the game."

"What-what kind of penalty?" Elizabeth asked.

"You will have to make your decision without knowing that, however it will not involve you removing any clothing or showing any body parts."

"Fine, I'll take the penalty," she agreed, Tiffany mutely nodded.

"OK, Tiffany, since you got the answer by cheating, it counts as a wrong answer, so please remove your skirt." Tiffany slid the pleated skirt down her legs, showing the skimpy black silk thong. She glanced at the display and discovered that one of the cameras was obviously right behind her, because it had captured everything from behind while she bent to pick up her skirt. Her thong was barely covering the subject, and both plump lips were visible on either side of the fabric.

"Oh, and Tiffany, lets see that bra and panty set." Tom said.

She groaned inwardly, but decided this was as good a time to practice acting as any. "Oh yes Tom, I almost forgot, thanks for reminding me." She pulled the bra from the hamper and shrugged it on, fastening the front clasp.

"Why don't you model it for the audience a bit, show your skills as a model and actress."

Trapped by her own words, "Oh, that sounds go-er great. Sure." So she made a show of turning around a few times for the cameras, twisting her body, and even bent over again for a down-bra shot that they managed to put next to another rear panty shot on the display when Tom gestured for it. Finally she took the bra off and put it back in the hamper.

"Wonderful, thank you Tiffany, you are quite sexy, and I'll certainly rent all your porn videos. In any case, time for the penalty. We will give you a privacy curtain to insert these."

The girls could only gape as Tom handed them each small egg shaped vibrators. Then as promised a curtain dropped between the girls and the audience-and all the cameras the girls knew about. "Please insert them, you know where, your punishment will only last as long as it takes Becky for her turn."

Both girls grimaced and then pulled panties to the side, sliding the slick vibrating eggs inside. Once both were secured and panties were back in place, Tom asked "Ready?"

"Yeah," both girls were less than enthusiastic. The curtains were raised, and then the buzzing began, loud enough for the audience to hear.

"OK, Becky...You can still hear me right Becky, it seems a bit noisy." Tom bantered.

"Yes Tom, I can still hear you, and this is the first time I've been glad not to have my panties on," she giggled

"OK Becky, well I'm sure you know the question I'm about to ask." Elizabeth and Tiffany realized that both Tom and Becky were stretching it out, which was a problem because as embarrassing as the situation was, it was also incredibly arousing, and now...

"Ugh, oh no, I eerm." Elizabeth had tried to suppress her orgasm, but that only made it stronger. Of course, once she realized she had just cum on stage she was even more embarrassed-and aroused. The second orgasm came before Becky could continue the repartee.

Tiffany watched Elizabeth come twice in close succession, and it made the idea of her cumming in front of the audience so much more real. That broke the dam. "Oh God yes, I'm gonna Cuuuuuuuuuuum!" She shouted.

Elizabeth had sunk to the floor, and was sitting with her legs lewdly splayed, her nipples red and hard. It was all she could do not to either pinch one of them or reach down and flick her clit. She knew she was close to another good one. Thinking of masturbating in front of the audience did it for her, "Uhgmmm, Umm, erUghm."

Tiffany was still barely standing, and was so close, when Tom said "OK, that is enough, we are cutting the punishment short." "Noo, wait, just a bit..." Tiffany protested, but the buzzing was gone, she was right on the edge of orgasm, and according to her base emotions there was really only one thing to do. Her right hand went between her legs while her left savagely pinched a nipple. "Oh yes, oh yea, OH YES!" Then she realized where she was and what she had done and turned bright red. She had just masturbated for a TV audience and over a hundred people in the studio. She tried to tell herself it was what she had come here for, to show her body and porn skills, but she was mortified.

Becky was feeling sorry for the competition, and a bit guilty for playing along with the host, "Tom, I'm betting the bra."

Tom seemed dazed, but her statement broke him out of it, "Oh, yes, good, well... OK, yes, here is your question. What nation did Santa Anna serve when he attacked the United States?

Becky wasn't a history buff, but that name sounded...Spanish? OK, we didn't fight Portugal, so Spain or Mexico. Well we attacked Mexico, took a bunch of their land, so it must have been... "Spain Tom."

"We have our first full nude! Great job Becky. Take it off." Stripper music came on, the old fashioned ba-da-da-da-bump one. Becky was just going to unclasp it and toss it in the hamper, but with the music she decided to play along. She unclipped the bra, then held the cups in place while sliding the straps off first one shoulder, then the other. Finally she put the bra in the hamper with one hand while covering her breasts with her other hand and arm. She was blushing as red as her hair, but it was still fun, and her grin was blinding.

"Tom, should I wave at you?" Becky asked.

"Sure," Tom replied, and Becky waved at him with the arm covering her chest.

"Oops," Becky mock complained. Then she put her hands under her boobs and bopped them up and down once, enjoying the look on Tom's face as his eyes tracked the movements.

Tom recovered and turned to Elizabeth, who was finally managing to climb to her feet. "So Elizabeth, you willing to risk your panties?"

She groaned, "I may as well, what dignity do I have left? All I have left is winning."

"OK Elizabeth, This company, along with Playboy, dominates the adult toy and video market, but it was originally created to help with family planning. Can you name the company?"

"Tom, the answer to your question is no, I can't name the company, since I know I can't, my answer is correct." Elizabeth's body was shaking, but her mind was still sharp.

"Judges?" Tom grinned, "OK, the ruling is that your answer if funny, and we will give you another shot, but you know what the real question was."

Elizabeth racked her brains, family planning? "Planned parenthood?"

Tom grinned, "Sorry, the answer is Adam and Eve, but at least when you take off your panties you can also take out the egg-unless you want to leave it there for the producers to turn on later?"

Elizabeth yanked her panties down and then reached inside herself to pull out the egg, before realizing that a close up of her spreading her lips was now on the display. Of course no curtain now...groan. She managed to get it out-much harder than putting it in- and put it in the hamper with her panties. She actually sobbed a bit, then an aftershock hit. She was losing it. She clamped down on her mind, she would win the game, then worry about anything else.

Tom turned to Tiffany, "OK, your turn."

"You know how we can trade a shoe or sock for the money instead of betting? Can I just do that with my panties, and everything else I still have?"

Tom tilted his head as the producers talked, "Yes, we will allow that."

Becky said "Me too?" and Tom nodded. Tiffany peeled down her panties, making sure to bend at the waist, not the knees, to give the camera the best shot. She was in shock, and had managed to grasp her original plan as the only direction to go. The camera could see all the details of her shaved sex as she bent, and then spread her lips and extracted the egg. Then she sat on the floor legs akimbo and methodically removed her shoes and socks. Becky had an easier time, just pulling the shoe and socks off. The scoreboard updated, Tiffany: $1250, Becky: $700, Elizabeth: $150

"OK, Elizabeth, you are in last place, but you are also the only contestant with clothing still on. We have one hundred and fifty dollar question, two for two-hundred, two for two-hundred and fifty, and the bonus challenge.

Elizabeth 'bet' her shoe twice, getting two correct answers, then gave up all but one sock. "See, still not naked!" she sang to the audience, who laughed at the girl claiming one sock was clothed. She was still $50 short of Tiffany, and didn't remember what the bonus challenge was.

Tom turned to the audience, "OK, so you all know what the bonus challenge is, each girl will put all their clothing back on, then do a striptease for us, the judges will rank them from best to worst, with the best stripper getting another five hundred dollars, second place getting three hundred, and third place getting one hundred. Of course no one has to participate, but you get a hundred dollars just by putting your clothes on and taking them right back off. Also, the contestant with the most money goes first, that would be you Tiffany, and the last place contestant goes last-Becky. This is an advantage as the later dancers can see how far the earlier dancers go."

The hamper dropped by Tiffany, and she hurriedly dressed. A pop song about a girl being a slave came on, and Tiffany put out all the stops. She danced for the executive who would decide if she was right for the business, for the customers who could make her rich by buying her movies. Her hands roamed her body as the shirt was slowly pushed up her body, finally getting yanked off since it was already above her chest. She moved her hips to the music while pushing her skirt, until it fell in a puddle on the floor. Then she peeled her panties out of the way, and slipped a finger inside herself. Her other hand squeezed and pulled at her breasts. The clasp opened unnoticed and when the bra fell away all eyes were transfixed by her panties sliding down her wet thighs. When they hit the ground she stopped dancing but moved her hands more rapidly and firmly. "Umh, yeah," she finally sighed, and the music stopped.

Elizabeth watched the performance in horror, there was no way to top that, unless...

As the hamper dropped, Elizabeth worked on her will, as she dressed, she repeated 'I can win this' over and over in her mind. She shut out everything but her desire to win and what she knew she needed to do if she was going to.

A song about someone lusting after his teacher came on, and Elizabeth pretended to be a shy schoolgirl again, putting everything that had happened out of her mind. She acted afraid to take off the sweater, but finally pulled it off. She undid a button, then another, then re-buttoned one, but as she played with her shirt, she began to sway to the music. By the time the shirt was unbuttoned, she was dancing the best she could, both copying what Tiffany had done rubbing her hands over her body, and moving her hips and chest to show off her curves. When she unzipped the skirt, she sat down, and pushed it up her legs, lifting and spreading them, then running her hands up and down her thighs. Suddenly she ripped the panties down her legs, not managing to get them off completely, and drilled two fingers inside herself. While she masturbated she still moved to the music, and even managed to unclip her bra with her left hand. As she swayed and moaned, it slid down her body, finally falling around her right hand-still pumping inside her. Then she looked right at the camera, took her fingers from her sex, and put them in her mouth, licking them like a cock she was sucking. Then she spread her fingers and let her tongue slide between them, poking out, the implication of tonging a slit was clear. She shuddered and then said "Can I have the egg back?"

Becky didn't even try, she just dressed, undressed, and got her extra hundred dollars.

Epilogue.

Becky was bringing another friend around for a "party." The friend got paid three hundred bucks, and the company got another video of a wild party girl stripping and doing crazy things on camera. Becky suspected half of them would have done it without any money changing hands, but it was better to do it this way. That way they could make it a contract so the girl wouldn't get cold feet and demand they take the video off the market-which was way too expensive. With all her friends Becky was a big part of the operation. Still, the two pillars of the company were Elizabeth and Tiffany. Tiffany could basically dominate most girls, which was something that for some reason guys liked to watch. She wasn't a dominatrix, she just...took control. Then she would have them doing all sorts of things that they hadn't even expected when agreeing to the movie. Pushing their horizons. She would offer to cut things if the women wanted-but almost none of them took her up on the offer. Elizabeth was in charge of the books, but she also served as Tiffany's right hand woman in the bedroom. She always wore her glasses to shoots, even after she got her contacts, because Tiffany had said "You are a nerd, but a hot nerd, guys see the glasses and it makes you more approachable, but your body...whew." All three girls were doing well from the money they got making films. Tiffany had gotten several offers from studios, but always smiled and said "I like my girlfriends."

But that day another representative had come calling. From Adam and Eve ironically. "Tiffany, Elizabeth, and you must be Becky," the Asian stunner greeted them.

Tiffany smiled and said "I'm flattered, but I still won't leave my friends."

"Oh, I know, but we have no intention of breaking up such a good team anyway. We want to hire all three of you-well actually we want to buy your company, with the proviso that you keep working here if reasonable demands are met. You can have your lawyers look over our paperwork, or even write something up yourselves if it is not unreasonable. Oh, but one other item, I want to be the guest star in your next film."

Becky looked at the Jamaican beauty she had brought, "How about the one after the next film, I want to taste the difference between white and black pussy again."

Elizabeth looked at her, "Becky, I handle the business side, and the only way to resolve this problem for us to use both."