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 Part 1 :

   For Trina an amateur oil wrestling tournament was a great opportunity.
The chance to show off her body in a bikini, and cash prizes if she made it
far enough.  The grand prize was a thousand dollars.  She didn't think she
would actually make it that far, but it could happen.  What Ed, the club
manager told her was that she would only have to win three matches.  If she
lost even one though, that was it.

   Two matches had already taken place and now it was her turn.  She walked
out confidently, smiling at the hoots and hollers from an approving
audience.  The swimsuit was actually fairly modest for a bikini, but it
still let them enjoy her amazing figure.

   The wrestling ring was just plastic lining on the floor and low barriers
on all four sides.  She stepped in carefully, expecting the oil to be too
slippery for easy movement.  She was surprised to find that it wasn't as
slick as she had expected.  In fact, there was almost a stickiness to it.
The thought of being covered in this stuff, whatever it was, wasn't
appealing, but the enthusiasm of the crowd kept a smile on her face.

   Once she was in the ring, her opponent was led out.  Ed announced her as
Karla.  The crowd cheered as loudly for Karla as they did for Trina.  Karla
clearly kept in shape.  She also seemed to have nothing but confidence as
she stared Trina down.  Before Trina had time to be too intimidated though,
a bell rang and Karla moved in on her.  She didn't move too fast though. 
The `oil', though it may have been somewhat sticky was still enough to make
you slide if you tried to do anything but walk.

   Karla's arms engaged Trina's and before even ten seconds were over, they
were both down in it.  The oil coated their bodies quickly as they rolled
around each other.  The stalemate that both girls enjoyed at first became
frustrating.  It was easy get a grip, but not so easy to keep it, partly
because of the oil, but mostly because they were very evenly matched.  They
grunted and strained until they were forced to back away from each other,
breathing heavily.

   Kneeling in opposite corners, the girls eyed each other warily.  After a
few seconds and some goading from the men in the crowd, they prepared to
wrestle again, Karla sneering confidently now.  They slid over and around
each other until Karla took an unfair advantage.  She grabbed hold of
Trina's bikini top and pulled it to one side.  As one of her breasts was
thrust into view, Trina screamed in panic.  She could no longer wrestle
Karla.  Instead, she struggled to hold onto her top while using one hand to
cover her boob.

   It only got worse for Trina.  Karla wouldn't let the top go and with her
other hand she managed to pop the snap on the back.  Trina's panicked
little squeals became exuberant shrieks as her top was pulled over head. 
The crowd yelled in a lustful frenzy, offering whistles, compliments and
jeers.  Trina tried desperately to cover her tits while trying to reclaim
her top, but Karla, able to play out their little tug of war two handed,
ripped the top from Trina's hands.  The top was tossed outside the ring and
Trina was left in a panic, unable to move momentarily, crouching down with
her arms over her breasts.

   Karla grabbed her from behind and began to force her arms away from her
chest.  The crowd was enthralled with the glimpses of Trina titty they'd
get every time she lost her cover.  Trina struggled without knowing what to
struggle for other to spare herself from embarrassment.  She took quick
panic breaths and periodically let out shrill screams.

   Those brief screams became one long one when Karla finally managed to
pull her arms back, exposing her boobs completely to the crowd.  Trina was
trapped.  In her humiliation, she stared out into the crowd that stared
back.  Over a hundred pairs of eyes thrilled at her bare, jiggling bosom.
It was almost a kindness when Karla forced her back and pinned her, ending
the match.  As soon as she could, Trina rushed backstage with her arms
folded across her tits.

   Part 2 : Sarah

   Sarah was of two minds about entering the oil wrestling competition
especially at a place with a name as screwy as Ed's Nocturnal Funhouse.  On
the one hand, two of her friends had done it last year and had gone on and
on about it for a month.  It had to be a lot of fun.  On the other hand, it
really isn't the kind of thing that Sarah usually does.  She's not too
reserved, but she certainly isn't an oil wrestling kind of girl either.

   She almost chickened out before her first match.  They had called her
name first so she didn't even have the protection of another girl to
distract a bit of attention.  No, she had to go out alone, in a bikini, in
front of a throng of leering men.  The bikini itself wasn't that bad.  In
fact she owned a smaller one that she sometimes had the courage to wear in
public.  It wasn't that she was insecure about her looks either.  She knew
she was pretty and her body, even though it was slender, had curves enough
to turn heads.  It was the attention of all those men directed at her.  At
first she had been very visibly shy, but that wore off after a moment or
two of cheering from the crowd.  That had bolstered her confidence not
quite to make her immune to the circumstances but she could enjoy it more
than being bothered by it.

   Much to her surprise, she had won her first match.  It was difficult,
especially since her opponent was more than a bit stronger than herself. 
She was still wondering how she did it and if she could do it again.

   The uncertainty of winning wasn't the only thing that bothered her
though.  One of the other girls had rushed to the dressing room topless and
blushing.  One of the club employees had been kind enough to bring her top
back, but they wouldn't let her leave.  They wanted all the girls present
in case they needed an alternate.  At least that was their excuse.  So this
poor girl had to wait until the end of the tournament before she could even
go home.

   What Sarah didn't know was that Karla, the bully of a girl that stole
that top, was the same one that she had just entered the ring with for her
second match.  It started much the same as Sarah's first match had,
circling around the ring, keeping just out of Karla's reach.  Eventually
they were down in the oil again though.  Sarah squirmed just to avoid being
pinned, but she did it well enough to break free several times in a row.

   Karla didn't need near as much frustration as she had endured the first
time.  Now she knew how to win and she didn't hesitate.  The moment she had
an opening, she pushed Sarah down and was on top of her back.  From there,
it was easy to unsnap the top.  Sarah gasped, then squealed as Karla tore
the top off of her.  Karla was enjoying this now not just because she was
winning, but because she was humiliating another girl.  Sarah, too busy
covering her boobs to slide away, couldn't effectively fight back.  Karla,
still astride her, turned her over.  Sarah had her forearms clutched
tightly against her breasts.  She glanced with wide, frightened eyes at the
wildly exuberant crowd.  She almost managed to get out from underneath
Karla but Karla pulled her back.  The crowd was chanting, "Show her tits!
Show her tits!" Karla, with a smug expression of triumph, gestured to the
crowd momentarily, then she grabbed Sarah's wrists.  She pulled Sarah's
arms away as Sarah screamed.  Her eyes were clenched tight as she struggled
to get away.  Karla let her go momentarily only to grab her again when she
got to her knees.  Then Sarah's arms were pulled to her sides giving the
crowd an even better look.  Catcalls and whistles sounded from all over. 
Sarah started crying helplessly.

   Karla was satisfied now, having given the men a good long look at those
pretty little tits.  She threw Sarah backwards and effortlessy pinned her.
Instead of letting her up immediately though, she pulled Sarah's arms
behind her to give the crowd one last look before letting her go.

   Being back in the dressing room wasn't entirely a comfort for Sarah
either.  Some of the other girls had started laughing at the sight of
another topless girl running backstage.  Sarah and Trina both had to endure
some taunting as the evening wore on.  Part 3 : Cindy

   It was the final match of the night.  Out of eight girls, only two had
wrestled twice and won both times.  One was Cindy, a highly attractive
college girl who was fairly short but also highly athletic.  Enough so that
she has managed to overpower both of her opponents so far.  The other was
of course Karla who has won not by outmaneuvering her opponents, but by
stripping them.

   It will come as no surprise that she had already decided that bikini top
snatching was the best tactic, in fact the only tactic that would win
tonight.  Karla sized up Cindy as Cindy posed for the crowd, flexing an
impressive body.  Especially the tits.  For a girl with so little fat on
her, Cindy had an impressive set of tits.  Karla smiled to herself, already
exposing those tits in her imagination.  Will she scream, like Trina did?
Or will she cry like Sarah did?

   The moment the bell rang, the girls lunged at each other.  Cindy was,
not surprisingly, faster and more agile.  She managed to get Karla under
her three times before Karla got the upper hand, but Karla couldn't keep
Cindy down.  In moments Cindy was on top of her again.  Instead of
struggling to free herself completely though, Karla freed only one arm. 
She was able to reach around then and, having practiced backstage, she
unsnapped Cindy's top with one hand.  The sudden pop startled Cindy so much
that a moment passed before she realized the danger of exposure.  That
moment gave Karla the chance to seize the front of her top.  Karla pulled
at that top as Cindy struggled to keep it on.  That interesting little tug
of war gave Cindy little opportunity cover herself.  Her exceptionally firm
breasts bounced freely for the crowd.  "Stop it!  Let go!" Cindy shouted,
but of course, Karla ignored her.  Karla, after a lot of struggle, managed
to get the bikini top, much to the delight of the crowd.  Of course she
didn't stop there.  Cindy was covering up, desperately trying to find a
moment when she might get past Karla to reclaim her top as Karla asked the
crowd, "Wanna see her tits?"

   Everyone was on their feet trying to get a better view when Karla rushed
forward.  Cindy found her arms in Karla's grip and managed to keep herself
covered for a bit.  At last, Karla managed to get Cindy's hands away from
her body.  Cindy twisted away and covered again, but only momentarily
before Karla had her down and started pulling her hands away.  Cindy
screamed loudly for help again and again.  The crowd of course was cheering
for Karla.  So who could help her?

   Cindy's cries for help did not go unheard though.  Some of the girls in
the back had kept the door to the dressing room open to listen, waiting to
see what would happen.  Trina and Sarah both charged out of the dressing
room and towards the ring.  One of the club's bouncers moved to stop them,
but Ed, seeing the crowd's reaction, waved them away.  With nothing else
stopping them, the two formerly sulking girls had nothing to keep them from
getting even.

   Karla wasn't even aware of them until it was too late.  She had Cindy
held down, breasts exposed to the world, when Trina and Sarah dragged her
off.  Karla shouted protests and expected someone to intervene but she was
on her own, outnumbered two to one.  Trina and Sarah managed to keep her
from getting away until Cindy was able to get her top back on.  Then it was
three against one; then it was easy.  Cindy latched onto one of Karla's
arms, while Sarah held the other.  Trina moved around behind her.  They
made certain to hold her up and straight toward the audience to offer the
best view possible.  Trina shouted menacingly, "All right then!  Do you
boys want to see HER tits now?"

   "Nooo!" Karla screamed, but the crowd shouted her down.  With a
satisfied grin, Trina popped the back of Karla's top.  It dangled there and
Karla's struggles stopped for the moment to try to keep it from moving. 
Trina took an arm from Cindy, allowing her the honors of removing it. 
Cindy made quite a spectacle of it, waiting as long as possible to get the
loudest response from the crowd possible.  Karla could only moan in
humiliation as her top was swiftly pulled off.  Karla struggled to get
away, but she couldn't.  She was held in place, giving over a hundred men
the chance to take in the sight.  Horrified, Karla noticed that some of the
men there were taking pictures and even video.  She couldn't bring herself
even to scream.  She just gaped, open mouthed at her predicament.

   Seeing the phones and cameras, the other girls became painfully aware
that there must now be videos of their breasts out there as well, but that
only steeled their resolve.  Cindy took the arm held by Sarah.  She and
Trina pulled her to her feet and Sarah, with a surprisingly sweet voice and
smile asked the crowd, "You want more?" "WHAT!" Karla demanded, but only a
moment before Sarah began pulling her bikini bottoms down.  Then, Karla
screamed.  It was a long, shrill scream of sheer embarrassment.  Sarah made
sure to hold Karla's legs in place (with some difficulty).  Now Karla's
small patch of very well trimmed, dark bush was on display.  The crowd was
so active and so loud that the whole place seemed alive, alive and with
over a hundred pairs of eyes to view the naked girl, held in place by her
enemies.  After a few, agonizingly long minutes, they finally let Karla go,
everyone laughing and pointing as she ran, fully nude to the dressing room.

   Trina threw Karla's bikini to the crowd while Cindy was crowned champion
by forfeit.  The thousand dollar prize was hers, but she graciously gave
three hundred apiece to Trina and Sarah.