Sips, Lips or Strips
Copyright© 2026 by Zappedfan
Chapter 2: The Payoff
“This is the most humiliating thing I’ve ever done,” Marilyn thought, “And I was in ‘Love Happy!’ I’ve just got to figure out a way to keep my bra AND panties on without breaking my promise to the troops or giving my deepest secrets to the press.”
“The next question will be from Seaman Wilbur Norstrum,” Milton announced, “I knew we would have seamen on the stage today.”
As the crowd laughed, Marilyn gave Milton a dirty look, turned to Wilbur and cough him quickly looking up.
“Hmm,” she thought, “A bottom line kind of guy.”
After the greetings Wilbur asked, “Have you ever welcomed a guest in through the back door.”
“Interesting,” Marilyn thought, “The area he selected for his question. I’ll bet there’s something Wilbur wants more than my bra. But, I have to be sure.”
Feigning confusion, Marilyn turned to Milton and bent a little his way, “Is he talking about sex?” she asked.
As Milton nodded Marilyn quickly turned her head over her shoulder. Yep, Wilbur’s eyes were glued to her gluteus maximus, a fan of the fanny.
Marilyn turned back to Wilbur. Actually, she was able to answer this question in the negative. But winning one more round wouldn’t take her panties out of play, merely delay losing them. Milton probably stacked this question here to give her false hope. But Marilyn had other ideas.
“Before I answer,” she said, “What if ... just for you, Wilbur ... I relaxed the rules for lips and moved the 38th parallel a little south?”
Marilyn turned around and wiggled the area of interest.
The crowd yelled, “NO! STRIP!”
She waved them down, “It’s his choice. Well, Wilbur?”
“Uh ... um ... how far south?” Wilbur asked.
Marilyn pulled out the leg openings of her panties slightly and let them snap back in place.
“As far as you can reach, Wilbur darling,” she said.
The crowd was not pleased with the longin look on his face.
“STRIP! STRIP! STRIP!” They chanted.
But Wilbur was totally sold. “Well, then I’d want to go south,” he said.
“Forfeit” “Lips” “Come and get your prize.”
The crowd booed, at first, but then got interested on how Wilbur was getting full value for his efforts today. He kneaded her bottom like dough for a pizza pie. He squeezed, pinched, tickled, scratched and even worked in a few slaps. Finally he had to break the lip lock to breathe and She pushed off him.
“Well,” she said, “I’d turn the other cheek but I don’t think you left me one.”
The crowd laughed and grudgingly gave Wilbur a hand as he left the stage, even though his fetish had taken her panties out of play.
Marilyn felt good about this small victory. Now she knew how to proceed. She would flirt her way out of this jam, just as she had done since puberty.
“The next question,” Milton announced, “Is from Corporal Linda Fuller.”
“WHAT?. A WAC!” Marilyn exclaimed, “Sips, lips or strips is played boys against girls.” She protested.
“You said you would play against all of them,” Milton said, “Are you against equal rights for women now?”
The newsmen leaned forward.
“No, of course not,” Marilyn said. “Well there goes the flirting plan,” she thought.
“I’m in kind of a jam, here, Linda” Marilyn pleaded, “How about giving a sister a break?”