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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
himiliating moment.

I'm 30 years old, single white female, 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, it's 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 your 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.

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.

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.

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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."

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.