Danielle Degardin vs. Alba Garcia - Bra and Panties Match

[CaptainL]

This was absolutely humiliating! Danielle's face was growing red in between Alba's legs, from the heat, the shame, and her own anger all in one. She couldn't believe that this was actually happening, that someone as low and miserable and talentless as Alba could pull this on her, and in such an embarrassing fashion no less! She had to pay her back, and so her slaps rang out for their target. She didn't get far, though, as the dancer seemed to weather her slaps well enough.

It was a different story when Danielle stepped up her game and sank her nails into the girl's thigh, drawing a scream from her lungs. The scream felt good - but it felt even better when the redhead felt Alba let go of her head at last, giving her some room to breathe. But she barely had any time to adjust to the situation when Alba was on her again, grabbing her vest by the collar. She began to tug and pull at the fabric , and it began to stretch as she pulled it up towards her head, but it held for now.

What didn't hold was Dani's temper. It was bad enough that Alba was actually fighting her now, but this? This would not stand! "Gah-! Don't you dare sully that! Do you have any idea what that costs?!" she shouted. Gritting her teeth in a rage, Danielle started to unleash some more slaps at Alba's back. It was the best she could reach, but as the Spaniard made more headway in getting her vest off her, she found the use of her arms failing her.

[Dubski]

Alba grunted and groaned as she continued to fight with Danielle over her vest, yanking with all of her might. It was a very sloppy affair, even as Dani was yelling at her. "I don't care how much it costs you jerk! I'm not going to keep letting you hurt me!" retorted Garcia, desperately tugging on the vest still. She felt the meager slaps on her back and was able to tough it out through them as she got it up over Dani's arms, ending up trapping her arms in the overwear.

Suddenly, Alba had an idea. She kept a hard grip on the vest, not pulling on it anymore, but instead she began to use it to keep Dani in place for her to try stomping on her chest and stomach over and over and over, at least ten times, before the dancer would finally grab hold of the vest to try pulling it off the rest of the way.

[CaptainL]

Danielle clenched her teeth, and a muffled growl of pure rage escaped her as she continued to fight against Alba's efforts to maneuver her vest up her arms. With her continued struggles combined with Alba's pulling, a few buttons sprung off of Dani's vest, which only made the redhead cringe as she imagined the costs. That was authentic!

Eventually, the dancer had got it completely over her head, and Danielle found her arms entangled. She tried to twist back and forth, flailing in a hopeless effort to free herself, but with Alba holding onto her and using her vest to control her she couldn't go far. That was what led to Alba unleashing a number of stomps on her, each one causing her to cough and sputter, bucking up from the mat like the throes of a dying fish. As the last blow landed, Alba pulled Danielle's vest clean off, leaving her to flop back on her back with a groan, but at that point the ex-model was thoroughly stunned.

[Dubski]

Kick after kick landed, and suddenly Danielle was the helpless one as the furious stomps did their work for her. And then with more aggressive yanks on the vest, after Dani had all but stopped fighting back, Alba Garcia yanked the vest clean off and then fell onto her back as well hard, coming off balance from her yanking. Alba landed on her back and groaned. The adrenaline left her, and suddenly she felt pretty tired. She had done a completely ridiculous amount of (rather sloppy) offense on her opponent and managed to do so without getting winded. But now that she had a moment to rest, Alba found herself sucking in air like she had just been suffocating. The pain she had endured during the match up to the point she took control started to come back and she let out a moaning whine between deep breaths.

Slowly, Alba sat up and then realized that Danielle still had a full undershirt under her vest. This made her heart sink again as she took another bit of time to recover yet and gather her own bravery before slowly crawling over to the French girl again. She got one article of clothing. The rest had to be easy, right? Alba went over to Danielle and then went for her shirt, noticing the buttons on it and then frantically trying to unbutton them. In her fluster, she couldn't even get the first button up top unbuttoned, but eventually, she started to get her wits enough to unbutton it, hoping that Dani wouldn't recover fast enough as she worked on the rest.

[CaptainL]

Still recovering from the onslaught of stomps she had taken, Danielle was laid flat out on her back, and it was only slowly that she was getting any air back in her lungs. She barely even noticed Alba taking her own opportunity to recover, and she communicated little more than a low, hoarse groan, still feeling sore all over the front of her body.

Indeed, though, without the vest, Danielle still wore a buttoned-up shirt. She had worn it just to look like the stately goddess of fashion she was, though wearing layers did give her a useful leg up in a match like this. Nevertheless, stunned as she was now, Danielle was perfectly vulnerable to further offense from Alba, as the Spanish girl climbed on top of her to start unbuttoning the garment.

Just as Alba finally managed to get the first button undone, however, Danielle came to her senses, looking up at her with a fiery glare. "Get...off me-!" she shouted, trying to buck her shoulder and waist up to see if she could roll Alba free.

[Dubski]

Alba's fingers didn't work as quickly as her mind as she was trying and failing to really unbutton her opponent's shirt in a timely manner. And unfortunately, Danielle started to recover and she looked worried, especially when she saw the Furious look in her eyes. Garcia nearly froze and shook her head, pausing for a moment and holding onto Dani's shirt until finally the French girl threw her off!

The dancer fell to the side with a cry and shook her head clear so she could realize where she was in relation to her opponent. Danielle had awoken and started to fight back and was clearly incredibly mad. In an absolute manic and desperate move, Alba scrambled back over to Dani on her hands and knees and then grabbed a hold of her shirt, trying to tug it off frantically not unlike how she had tried with the vest before, letting out a worried, "No, no, no..." She didn't want her opponent to get the advantage again, and thought she could get one step closer to ending this if she could just take off that shirt! Sadly, Alba was much less effective in this effort of ripping off Dani's shirt.

[CaptainL]

Staring into Alba's eyes, a smirk crossed Danielle's lips for just a moment. She could recognize that look of fear well, and it was the kind of reaction she relished witnessing in her opponents. Particularly those who had proven to be as troublesome to her as Alba was - to see her viewing Dani with the terror her presence commanded in those inferior to herself (which was most people) meant that all was right with the world.

Alba fell back from Dani as she started to panic, once again taking hold of her shirt and pulling. This time, though, her shirt would be a bit more difficult to get off in this way, as it couldn't be slipped so easily over her head. And furthermore, Danielle had a message for Alba. "Oh, no, I don't think so!" she said, before pulling back a fist and letting it fly to try and deck the girl straight in the face.

[Dubski]

The Spanish girl grunted and groaned while she tried to yank off Danielle's top, but the redhead was having none of it. She could barely do anything with that, biting her lip and fought like hell to take the shirt off of her to no avail! Then, Danielle made her wicked declaration and before Alba knew it, she was hit square in the face! Alba yelled out in pain and then fell down away from Danielle onto her own back helplessly.

Groaning, Garcia laid there, not even able to gather her thoughts or understanding. Her head hurt already and this didn't help. She had left herself completely open for a stiff punch in her own amateurish way and was paying for it, not even able to pick herself up off the mat as a result.

[CaptainL]

Alba's efforts at stripping Danielle didn't get her far, and the redhead was quick to fire off a punch of her own that landed square in her face, sending her head cracking backwards with a satisfying thud. Even better, the dancer was still reeling, as the punch brought her down to the mat, where she lay out flat and groaned to herself.

Now it was time for Dani to work her magic, as she picked herself up on her knees with a haughty huff. She took a moment to fix her hair, since it had been mussed in such a dreadful fashion from having her vest pulled over her head. Danielle gagged just thinking of it. But then she turned her attention back to Alba, and she knew she had to make matters right. Alba had already gotten into going for the win, so Danielle was going to pay her back in kind, and she was going to do it right this time. She took a hand to grasp the waistband of Alba's skirt, going to give it a forceful tug.

[Dubski]

Slowly, Alba Garcia started to get her wits about her again, slowly sitting up and holding her face, wincing. She thought she was past all this pain stuff. And just as Alba picked up her head to look at her opponent, she felt her skirt get yanked on. She let out a yelp of shock, "Eeeep!" Her whole body moved with the first tug of the skirt and Alba was about to reach down when it was tugged on a second time, her body budging forward again as she flopped back from the force of the pull. And just as the tanned beauty reached down to grab the skirt that was already halfway down her thighs, she felt the rest of it being torn from her body down the rest of her shapely legs.

Alba looked shocked at what just happened to her, shaking her head and then putting her hand to cover her crotch. She wore a black thong underneath the skirt, and people had probably gotten glimpses of it during the match, but she had actually been disrobed of her bottom half, making her face turn beat red. She didn't mind showing some skin, but to be stripped like this? That was pure embarrassment. Garcia scooted back a bit from Danielle as she tried her best to cover up, not even sure what to say to her enemy right now, tears starting to fill up in her eyes. She had resisted crying this long, but she hadn't felt this embarrassed in this match yet, which may have stung more than any punch or strike Danielle had thrown at her thusfar. Alba's mind raced and she had no idea what to do, just trying to search for a way to even calm herself, and failing.