[Non-Fiction] ? Strip Bowling due to my big mouth

[naughtynakedgina]

Fiction? Well let me tell you that some of this is fiction, some is non-fiction. I'll let you decide which is which.
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Well, I guess I learned my lesson the other night, my fat mouth got me into a jam again but this time the price to get out of the jam was total humiliation. TOTAL AND COMPLETE HUMILIATION. I think back to that night and I just can't believe what happened. I can't believe I actually did what I did and said what I said. The sheer disgust and humiliation is too much to fathom in my mind and I try to block it, but then I keep meeting people who witnessed my humiliation. They are everywhere, in the grocery store, at work, in the bars, maybe I'll just move and get away from this town and start a life elsewhere where nobody knows about this degrading experience.

I know that running away from my problems is not a solution, so maybe there is another way. How, I don't know, but maybe. Don't get me wrong, they don't comment on my humiliation or anything, but it's just the fact that they have seen me so humiliated that totally consumes me. I keep thinking about how I can redeem myself, maybe revenge against Jason. I do know that the first thing I need to do to get this out of my soul is to put it on paper and I thought you guys might get a kick out of this. I figured that I could just write it up and be done with it, an ancient memory. Well, here goes, the story of my most humiliating moment.

I'm 30 years old, single white female, and short at 5'4" and in pretty good shape. For those guys (and maybe girls) out there who need the vital statistics, I'm around 120 pounds, work out regularly at high impact aerobics and swimming, have a firm 36C bust, and my pubic hair is just like peach fuzz from my shaving myself until about a month ago. I think that I am attractive and have an attractive body and a pretty face (at least people say I do.) I should know enough not to get involved in situations like the other night but I guess you learn from your experiences.

Ever since I was 10 years old, I have been bowling with my family. As I grew up, my favorite Saturday night teenage hangout spot was Midnight Madness at the local bowling lane. My handicap (average) is 155 and I'm really proud of my ability to bowl with the best of my bowling league friends. I guess my one weakness in bowling is that when the game in on the line for my team, I invariably choke. I guess I'm not very good at performing under pressure, and I should have realized what a risk I was taking the other night.

Last Tuesday night, a group of us went out to the bowling lanes. There were five of us, two other girls, Karen and Bev, and two guys, Tom and Jim. We knew that the leagues finished up around 11:00 on Tuesday nights and the lane normally closes after leagues. But Roger was Bev's uncle and was managing the lanes that night, and we figured we could get a game or two in before Roger had to close. We showed up around 10:15 and Bev and Jim went up and talked to Roger about staying open for us. Karen, Jim and I all headed to the bar for some beer. Bev and Jim came to the bar shortly after we sat down and said that Roger said we could bowl til midnight, the time the bar closes. Well, leagues finished around 10:50 and meanwhile, we had buddied up with Sean, Sam and Jason at the bar and they were going to join us on our bowling outing. I know all three guys and they were all redneck construction workers who used the bar as a hang out after work. We got to the lane and took a few practice throws before starting the game. We teamed up four and four with Jason joining us three girls (Karen has a crush on him even though he is married with two children) with the other four guys bowling on the lane beside us.

Well, the beer kept coming (the guys were buying) and our 'team' got beat pretty bad the first time. I managed to bowl a 152 but Jason's 96 really put us in a hole. I had bowled with Jason before and he, like a lot of rednecks, tries to use muscle and power to knock the pins down instead of technique, but in 10-pin bowling, technique is the way to play. We got a lot of ribbing from the guys next door about them beating us by 45 pins but I just had another beer and said, as the self appointed leader of the team, "It was just one game" and they laughed and we started another. This time things were a lot closer between the teams and as the 10th frame rolled around, we were eight pins down with me still having to bowl. Jason, who was pretty wasted by now, started heckling me with "Don't choke Bonnie, its only eight pins" among other lines. I guess I was a bit pissed at him as I went up and went through my normal motions. I don't know if it was the beer or my old choke syndrome but the ball got away from me and headed straight into the gutter. Bev and Karen comforted me telling me that it was only eight pins I needed but Jason kept up with the "Choke city" and "Choke girl" lines. My next and last ball headed for the pocket but broke too soon and left the six, nine and ten pins standing.

The guys on the other lane started saying "Good game you all" and started getting their stuff together but Jason wouldn't let up, "Choked again, huh Bonnie" and "Choke Choke Choke". I was pretty fed up with someone from my team harassing me and I said so, "Even with the last frame, I still bowled a 141. Your harassing me and you bowled a 112? Sounds like you’re the choke boy, Jason". Jason laughed and said, "I don't like bowling on teams, I prefer bowling one on one, that is my strong point. I love the pressure of beating one person" and I said, "Ok, hotshot, let's do it. Me and you, one and one, and I bet I'll beat the socks off of you". Jason quit laughing and looked at me, "You bet? What will you bet little miss priss?". I thought for a moment, "A dollar a ball, you got the nerve to take me on or are you chicken?".

Jason put on a serious look and stood and went to the table behind the lane and poured himself a beer saying as he was walking away, "Well, Bonnie, I hate to pass up a deal like that but I have this policy about betting on games, I don't bet money on games". He poured his beer and looked at me and looked up and down at my body before saying, "How about a little game of 'Strip Bowling'? Or are you chicken, Bonnie?” The statement of Strip Bowling took me totally off guard and was said loud enough that everyone at the lane heard it. Directly after he said that, Jan, the lady behind the counter called out "LAST CALL". She was mostly ignored since the 12 people at the bar were heading for the benches behind our lane.

(more to come)

[naughtynakedgina]

(Continuing)

I didn't know what to do but was quickly joined by Karen and Bev and they started egging me on. "Strip the bastard naked and hang him out to dry" and "Let's see how well he's hung, Kim says he's small as a peanut" were the comments of my friends and I saw Sean and Sam join Jason at the table and whispering amongst themselves. I know that I had walked right into this situation and didn't know any easy way out. As I was thinking about what to do, Jason kept it up with, "Oh, so it's different now huh Bonnie, or should that be Chicken Bonnie". Everything went quiet when I finally said, "Tell me the ground rules" and Jason shrugged his shoulders before saying, "Ok, the lower score after each frame takes off a piece of clothing", and he paused before continuing, "and if the loser wishes and has taken off a piece of clothing, they can offer that piece of clothing to the winner if they lose a subsequent round, like the winner can keep it. How does that sound Bonnie". The entire gang at the bowling alley was looking at me and I didn't know what to do so I thought about the clothing we were wearing, "Ok, there are 10 frames and I'm wearing six pieces of clothing, shoes, socks, pants, shirt, bra and panties, how about you?” Jason smiled and said, "I don't think we can take our shoes and socks off, can we, Roger?" as he looked over his shoulder at the lane manager who replied "Nope, lane rules". Jason chuckled before continuing, "I'm wearing a t-shirt, shirt, pants and drawers so that makes us even at four apiece. As near as I can figure it, when I win all ten frames, you will be leaving nude and still owe me two pieces of clothing. Umm, how about for each piece of clothing owed", and he paused in thought before continuing, " the loser gets one spank for every pin she loses by?".

I was pissed off at this point and my damned mouth got to talking, "You cocky son of a bitch, number one, I have always been a much better bowler than you'll ever be. I tell you what, if YOU owe one piece of clothing YOU get two spanks for every pin YOU lose by AND if YOU owe two pieces of clothing, YOU will sit on that ball carousel right there" as I pointed to the separating structure between the two lanes, "and masturbate for all these people to see AND catch your filthy sperm in your hand and lick if off". I knew I was red faced with anger at this point but the cheers that went up in the lane were not expected. Jason just laughed and said, "Would you like a beer before we start?" as he moved down into the pit and sat down with his mug of beer. I was panting and just nodded my head and walked up to the table and poured myself a beer, trying desperately to calm my nerves. I took a hard swig of my beer, draining most of the glass and then set down the beer mug and set my hands on the table before looking around the crowd. The crowd was mostly male with the exception of two rather large women and Jan, the middle-aged counter lady. Roger was returning from locking the doors and sat with the crowd and said, "For everyone's information, this party just went private. Anyone who wants to leave can leave now". I heard the laughter from the crowd at Roger's statement as I thought, "Ok Bonnie, just keep your cool and take this guy". I headed back into the pit. Jason nodded to me and said, "Ladies first through all the frames" as I sneered at him and headed to the carousel.

(next the bowling begins)

[MichelleTheCat2]

Hewo! Can't wait for part 3! No rush though!

[Dublinjohn]

I've read this before, but, can't remember where yet.

[naughtynakedgina]

(continuing)
Frame 1 - I walked up to the carousel and retrieved my ball and stood in position on my mark. I stood for a long time trying to get my mind off of the stakes at hand and finally made my approach and let the ball go. As soon as I released the ball, I knew that I had missed my mark and exclaimed, "SHIT" as the ball traveled down the alley and hit just left of the pocket, leaving the 6 and 10 pin standing. I sighed and heard a "Come on Bonnie, easy spare" from behind me as I waited for the rack to set and my ball to return. I retrieved my ball and made my approach in short order and took out the remaining pins getting my spare. As I walked back to the pit, I motioned for Jason to take the lane. He got up and took his ball and quickly hurled his ball at the pins and knocked them all down, a strike. He walked back and looked at me with a strange expression on his face and I replied, "The frame is still open" and pushed past him towards the lane.

Frame 2 - I remember thinking that I was glad I wore a full bra tonight as I picked up my ball and took my position. Two deep breaths and I started my approach. The ball never broke to the pocket like it was supposed to and cleared the right side of the rack, leaving the two, four, seven and eight pins standing. A sigh mixed with laughter came from the crowd behind me but I ignored it as best as I could. I retrieved my ball and went after the four standing pins but left the seven pin standing. I walked back to the pit and sat down, looking at the scorecard projected on the overhead screens, 19 the first frame and 28 for the second. Jason didn't say a word as he walked up to the carousel and retrieved his ball. In his normal cocky style of bowling, Jason hurled the ball at the rack and left the three, six, nine and ten pins standing. He dried his hands as the rack reset and he retrieved his ball and easily took out the four remaining pins. Jason walked back to the pit and looked over his shoulder at the scoresheet saying, "Well, I won the first and the second unless you want to wait until I close out that spare". I clenched my teeth and stood and unbuttoned and removed my shirt and tossed it at him saying, "It's yours, we're paid up through two frames, eight to go" as I walked past him through the cheers of the crowd and advanced to the ball carousel.

Frame 3 - I had the chill run through my body as my naked back and stomach were exposed for all to see. I glanced up at the illuminated scoresheet and thought, "Just calm down girl, you need to hit this one". I took my spot, took two deep breaths and advanced towards the foul line. The ball left my hand clean and I thought that I had made the perfect roll, but it broke too late and left the four and seven standing on the left side. "OH GOD" was all I could say as I impatiently waited for the ball return to retrieve my ball. I didn't even give my ball a chance to settle before grabbing it and quickly took out the two remaining pins. As I walked back to the pit I saw Karen with her hands over her eyes and a look of forlorn look on the face of Bev. The crowd was really quiet as Jason made his way up to the lane. I covered my eyes, not even wanting to see what Jason bowled and wished this was all over with. The sounds of the ball rolling and the pins falling coupled with a loud cheer from the mostly male crowd made me realize the worst. I looked up at the scoreboard as Jim added Jason's strike to the scoresheet. He totaled the score for the second frame at 40 for Jason and 28 for me with both of us open on a strike and a spare for the third frame.

Frame 4 - Bev put her arm around me and the feeling of her hand on my naked shoulder made me shiver. "Bonnie, don't think about the score, just bowl your best" were her words of encouragement and I did manage to smile and say, "Thanks" before moving to the carousel. I went through my normal motions, trying not to look at the scoreboard and sent my ball down towards the rack. As soon as I let it go, I knew that it was a bad throw as it traveled right at the head pin and left me with a seven ten split. I felt my knees go weak as I looked at the nearly impossible spare. I knew I had to try to ricochet the seven pin across to the ten but I was a technique bowler and was never into power bowling. As expected, I managed to get the seven pin but left the ten standing. I hung my head as I headed back to the pit and took a seat. Jason snickered at me as he stood and headed for the lane. I watched this time as Jason's power bowling style backfired and he took out the four pins on the left side with his first ball and the four pins on the right with his second. He walked back into the pit and looked over his shoulder at the scoreboard again, Jason 66 - Bonnie 55. I knew what was expected and I bent over untied my shoes one by one. I then stood and unbuckled my jeans and pushed them over my hips, thankful that I had chosen a pair of clean full white panties to wear tonight, and to my ankles. I stepped out of my jeans and then handed them to Jason who started to speak before I cut him off with, "That's only four frames and you're only up by 11 pins, my turn I think". Jason smiled and nodded his head as I sat back down to put my bowling shoes back on. As he sat beside me, he murmured "Choke Choke Choke" and the crowd started to join in. After I got my shoes tied, I gave the crowd a sneer and they quickly quieted down. I stood in just my bra, panties, socks and shoes and tried to regain my composure as I headed for the ball carousel.

Frame 5 - As I retrieved my ball, I stood there for a long time praying for a strike. I tried to ignore my nakedness, glad that all my important parts were still covered, as I set up on my mark and made my delivery. The ball left my hand perfectly and I watched it travel down the lane and hit the pocket as all the pins fell for my prayed for strike. I jumped and yelled, "YES" as I turned to the crowd and looked at their faces. A lot of them were clapping for me. With the strike and the applause, my spirits and my confidence soared. As I walked back to the pit, I tried to ignore the fact that I was almost naked as I sat beside Bev and she gave me a little hug. Jason commented, "Nice throw for a choker" as he advanced to the lane and picked up his ball. He didn't even try to set himself as he threw the ball down the lane and I held my breath as it hit the pins, knocking all but the ten pin down. Jason shook his head and looked irritated as he dried his hands and waited for his ball to return. He looked back at me with a disappointed look on his face and then looked up to the overhead scoreboard before retrieving his ball. He looked at the ten pin and tried to power it down but the ball went in the gutter right before making contact. My spirits soared when Jim put his 75 on the scoresheet. All I could think was, 'If I could just get all ten pins down in two balls, I'd have a chance to tie this thing up and then I could start having fun."
(Game only half over)

[naughtynakedgina]

(continuing)

Frame 6 - I felt good as I got to the carousel and picked up my ball. I again tried to ignore my nakedness; it felt pretty cold in there, while concentrating on nothing but my mark and my delivery. I advanced and released the ball. It seemed to stick to my two fingers and the ball bounced a couple of times before heading for the pins. I quickly said a prayer as the ball contacted the pins too close to the head pin and left the five, six and ten pins standing. "Oh God" was all I could think as I looked at the split. I studied this split and thought if I could just get to the right of the five pin and kick it over to take out the six and let the ball take out the ten pin, I could still make this happen. I had done this before and knew I could do it, I just had to keep the ball on the edge of the gutter and contact the pins. I retrieved my ball and made my careful approach on the right side of the lane. I released the ball and it felt good as I watch it roll on the edge of the gutter towards the six and ten pins. Right before the ball made it to the six pin, the ball and my heart both went into the gutter. I shook my head and headed back to the pit where Jason stopped me and blocked my passage. He looked to the overhead scoreboard and I glanced over my shoulder to see what he was looking at as I watched Jim finalize the scores for the fifth frame, Jason 75 Bonnie 72 . I guess it didn't occur to me what the penalty was for not getting that spare until that moment. I felt tears falling down my cheeks as I reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra and let it fall over my shoulders to my right hand as I used my left arm to cover my breasts. I carried the bra to my seat and sat down, letting it fall on the seat beside me as I started to cry. Bev's arm around me was little consolation for the total humiliation I was feeling at that moment. I didn't even look up as Jason bowled his balls, just sat with my left arm across my breasts and my face in my right hand crying. I heard someone say, "Hey Chokegirl" and I looked up and saw Jason standing over me. He looked over his shoulder at the scoreboard and I followed his look. He had bowled an eight in the sixth frame and that left the sixth frame scores at 83 Jason, 79 Bonnie. I handed him my bra and tried to recover as much of my crushed ego as I could, while heading for the carousel.

Frame 7 - I was obviously not in any shape to bowl and my next throw went right down the middle again, leaving the four, five, six and ten pins standing. I went after this difficult split again like the last time and this time, I avoided the gutter but in avoiding the gutter, I overcorrected and just took out the six and ten pins, leaving the four and seven standing. I headed back to the pit, not even bothering to cover my breasts anymore, and looked over my shoulder to see that Jason needed but to knock down four pins to force me to take off my last remaining item of clothing. His first roll was all it took as eight pins fell. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me take my panties off so as he went to deliver his next ball, I quickly slid them off my hips and off of my feet and set them beside me on the bench. I quickly glanced around the crowd, why I don't know, and saw that most everyone was watching me. I heard the pins and ball contact and a slight cheer come up from the crowd as I looked and saw Jim putting a spare mark on Jason's eighth frame. Jason came and sat down beside me and I muttered "You bastard" as I got up and headed for the ball carousel.

Frame 8 - I tried my hardest to regain my composure, impossible when you are naked except for socks and bowling shoes, and felt real good about my roll as I released the ball. The ball traveled down the lane and fell into the pocket perfectly and the brief moment of cheer I felt as all ten pins fell was short lived as I realized I would have to face the crowd as I returned to my seat. This embarrassment was greatly heightened by the fact that up until a month before, I had kept my pubic patch and vaginal lips shaved bald to please my old boyfriend. Now, with just short downy hair on my mound, I was sure the front of my slit was obvious for all to see. I thought about this for a second but figured that I had just scored a strike so I stood up straight, let my hands dangle by my sides and kept my head up as I went back to my seat. Bev congratulated me on the Strike and was real supportive of me as Jason commented, "Not bad Chokegirl" as he headed to the ball carousel. I looked up at the scoreboard and remembered that he was working on a spare with the lead and I changed my prayer to him getting a gutter ball. I didn't look as I heard the ball rolling down the lane and contacting the pins. The cheer from the crowd told me what had happened even without my looking. I looked to the scoreboard just long enough to see the X put in the box signifying Jason's strike. I rapidly stood and headed to the carousel ignoring Jason's "Choke Choke Choke" as I passed him heading for the pit.

Frame 9 - I thought, 'The game isn't over til the fat lady sings' as I retrieved my ball from the carousel and took my place on my mark. I was totally humiliated and all I could think about was revenge and getting out of this stupid game and bet. I calmed myself and made my approach and the ball felt great as it left my hand. My spirits rose a little as I watched it head to the pocket and contact it perfectly. My breath stopped as all the pins fell except the ten pin which wobbled and wobbled for what seemed like a minute (I'm sure it wasn't that long but it sure felt like it) and then straightened. My expletive of "GODDAMN IT" was heard throughout the building as I turned and walked in frustration back to the carousel. I looked over the crowd and they were all staring at me so I did something that was totally foreign to me. I bent at the waist and spread my knees wide giving the crowd a quick look at my almost barren pussy before closing my knees and saying "Are you all happy now?" My ball was taking too long so I grabbed a house ball and took out the ten pin in short order. I quickly went back to my seat and sat with a face that exhibited more anger and frustration than anything else. Jason was totally quiet as he went to the carousel and retrieved his ball. I watched as he took his time and made his delivery. Six pins fell, leaving the six, nine and ten on the right side and the seven on the left. He looked back to the crowd and shrugged his shoulders as he recovered his ball and took out the three pins on the right side. As he came back towards the pit, I tossed him my panties and stood and headed for the carousel. I looked at the scoreboard and did some quick calculations in my head, Jason had 131 in the ninth and I was working on a 117+ with the spare. I was fourteen pins down and if I threw three strikes in the 10th, could end up with a score of 157. With Jason working on a dead frame coming out of the ninth, I still stood a chance of winning this game, my last vestige of pride.

(getting pretty bad, will the luck change?)

[sexyseniorctzn]

This is exciting! Great story. Loving it