Free American Blue by Penny Birch

were all watching as I walked to the spot, Talana not even bothering to put her top on but standing topless with it dangling from one hand. I was going to be in the same condition myself soon, inevitably, but where she was showing off her firm, high breasts with pride, I’d have been made to strip.
    ‘You can do it, Auntie,’ Jemima urged.
    ‘Yeah, right,’ Tiffany answered her and the others laughed.
    I tried as hard as I could, lining up each shot carefully and trying to judge the right trajectory to make the ball go through the net, but the thing seemed to have a will of its own. Four attempts and I hadn’t scored once. Eight and I’d got a single hit. Twelve and I’d got three, but it was too late. They made me finish anyway, and I ended up with five hits.
    ‘That’s better than one,’ I pointed out.
    ‘Not good enough,’ Tiffany answered me. ‘Strip to your panties.’
    There was pure sadism in her face as she said it, and I could only comply, blushing furiously as I peeled down to my knickers. They were large and white, spanking panties, which are comfortable as well as making me feel sexy, but the girls seemed to think they were comic, laughing at me and commenting on the fleshiness of my bottom. I was trembling with humiliation as I folded my clothes, and praying none of them noticed the wet patch that was spreading over the gusset of my knickers.
    ‘Shots first,’ Tiffany announced, ‘and I don’t want to see any more bare titties. You’re first, Jemmie.’
    She threw the ball to Jemima, who caught it confidently. I was hoping one or more of them would fail, so I wouldn’t be the only one playing topless, but Jemima managed an impressive eighteen hits out of twenty and none of them got fewer than fourteen. Tiffany was well pleased, particularly with Jemima, whom she was calling her new star as she walked to her locker.
    ‘We’ll do this with our masks on,’ she instructed, ‘like it’s for real. Four on four, and I’ll take Tal, the Princess and Jemmie. Jess, you’re captain.’
    ‘Why do I get Penny?’ Jessica demanded.
    ‘Because I say so,’ Tiffany answered, ‘and you’ve got the twins so we’re more or less even. Let’s play.’
    We got into position, seven girls in bizarre, sexualised bunny costumes and me in nothing but my panties. I had absolutely no idea what to do, but it wouldn’t have mattered if I had. Not one of them was less than five inches taller than me and they didn’t have the disadvantage of being barefoot with their tits bouncing in every direction while they played. I was simply cut out of the game, but the teams were still more or less even, because the twins were not only taller than the rest of us but much the best players. After half an hour I was tingling with sweat and badly out of breath, but we were seven points ahead and Tiffany seemed satisfied.
    ‘We’re going to take them, girls,’ she assured us. ‘OK, so this is our line-up, myself, obviously, Becky and Bobby, Jess and Jemmie. Sorry, Sis, you’re first reserve, but we can’t play favourites, not when we’re up against the Brooklyn Bitches. Princess, you’re second reserve, and then there’s Penny.’
    She gave me a pitying look, then crooked a finger at me.
    ‘Come here.’
    I came, feeling more embarrassed than ever as they made a ring around me.
    ‘You really are hopeless, aren’t you?’ she demanded.
    What I should have done was point out that I’d never wanted to play their ridiculous game in the first place, but I merely hung my head. Tiffany nodded, then spoke again.
    ‘At least you’re good for some entertainment. Let’s pass her around, girls.’
    I knew exactly what she meant, because I’ve had it done to me enough times, but I had no time to react beyond a pathetic squeal as she reached out to tug down my panties. One of the girls behind me slapped my bottom and I was sent staggering forward even as Tiffany sat down. She had me across her lap with one smooth motion, my