[LongKnight]

Stacey paused for a minute then hooked her fingers into the sides of her thong. Slowly, deliberately she ran her hands down her legs taking the thong with her as she went. She stayed crouched forward for a moment savoring her last moment before she was fully exposed.

Stacey couldn't believe that she had lost. This was her thing. This was what she was good at. It was her game. She loved humiliating her chosen victim, forcing them to do her biding, dispelling myths and generally being as mean to them as she could be.

They deserved it. Thinking that they had a chance of getting all up on her. Let alone expecting her to do things with and too her.

Stacey was a stone cold stunner, she knew it, everyone else knew it and she used it to her advantage. Many a guy had tried there luck with her but only the richest and best looking ones ever got past giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek goodnight.

Stacey loved to tease guys get them all hot and to the point where they would do anything just to feel her briefest touch, to gain a moments relief from the powerful lust drenched desire that they felt. Stacey would never give it to them though instead she would mock them.

In her circle of friends Stacey was Queen Bee. Numero uno. The final word. If you were wearing something that looked better then what she was wearing then once she saw it you would be taking it off. If she was in a good mood she might swap with you. In a bad mood she'd put it in her bag and walk off. Which could leave you in just your underwear in a public place.

Nobody could upstage Queen Stacey and if you tried it usually ended up in you being publicly humiliated. Queen Stacey liked to make examples of people.

Every week the whole group would meet for a social night. At some point in the night Stacey would find an excuse to challenge a guy. Sometimes it was a brave soul who had plucked up the courage to try to chat her up. Other times it was one of the guys in the group. A couple of times it was the barman that had been serving the drinks who had lingered for to long trying to steal a look down her top.

Stacey would set the challenge which she had got off the internet before she left that night. By doing this she was always in control and could ensure that she never lost.

The punishment for losing the challenge was always the same. You had to strip naked and then do whatever the winner said for at least ten minutes.

Now that's not ten normal minutes but ten Stacey minutes and they could be very long minutes.

Before tonight Stacey had never lost. As she stood in front of all her friends and everyone else who was there that night watching as the flashes on peoples camera phones were going off repeatedly she felt nervous and unsure.

She just couldn't understand how this had happened. It shouldn't have happened. It wasn't supposed to have happened. Yet it had.

As she looked in peoples eyes she could see a mix of lust, excitement and satisfaction. Stacey began to fear what was coming next.

Then a voice standing next to her rang out "Doesn't she look nice ladies and gentlemen. Shall we have some fun."

He was following her script. But how did he know what she usually said? He was a stranger not one of there group or a regular. Stacey shuddered, she suddenly had a very good idea of what was about to happen especially if he was following her script. She took in a very large breath and waited for it to begin......