Tommy's Retribution

[Blondie]

Please ignore. Originally this was Chapter 20. In an effort to arrange the chapters in order after a glitch on the site, I attempted to delete this entirely, but that option was not available.

[Blondie]

Please ignore. Originally this was Chapter 21. In an effort to arrange the chapters in order after a glitch on the site, I attempted to delete this entirely, but that option was not available.

[Ribg]

Just finished binge reading Debasement and Retribution over the past 3 days and this was just fantastic. I like enm and enf but definitely prefer enf more but the setup with the enm just made Retribution so much better. I'd say Sally's punishment in the class, Karens in the football game and Carlene's in the airport where the best overall all really struck a good length, interesting ideas from Tommy and just overall really fantastic, the ending party was also really good but I mean more from a one-off standpoint. Just about the only thing I dislike about the story is that it I read it all and have no more to read lol

Do you have a page with your other stories? I've started reading the other stories you posted on the enf and enm boards but was wondering if I'm missing any that are only on old/other sites?

[Blondie]

Just finished binge reading Debasement and Retribution over the past 3 days and this was just fantastic. I like enm and enf but definitely prefer enf more but the setup with the enm just made Retribution so much better. I'd say Sally's punishment in the class, Karens in the football game and Carlene's in the airport where the best overall all really struck a good length, interesting ideas from Tommy and just overall really fantastic, the ending party was also really good but I mean more from a one-off standpoint. Just about the only thing I dislike about the story is that it I read it all and have no more to read lol

Do you have a page with your other stories? I've started reading the other stories you posted on the enf and enm boards but was wondering if I'm missing any that are only on old/other sites?

I'm glad you enjoyed the stories, Ribg, and especially the three chapters of Retribution that you singled out. Those might be the three that I enjoyed writing the most, with a slight edge to Carlene unwittingly getting her friend off as she related her airport misadventures.

Unfortunately, I don't have a page anywhere of my stories; they were wiped out when BooksieSilk shut down. I am gradually getting them up here, though. I have a about five or six more after I finish posting "Roosevelt Humiliations."

Thank you for the nice comments; I really appreciate it.

[Blondie]

Please ignore. Originally this was Chapter 12. In an effort to arrange the chapters in order after a glitch on the site, I attempted to delete this entirely, but that option was not available.

[Blondie]

Please ignore. Originally this was Chapter 13. In an effort to arrange the chapters in order after a glitch on the site, I attempted to delete this entirely, but that option was not available.

[Blondie]

Chapter 14: Eight Blushing Hostesses

As Tommy drove toward the recreation center on a calm Friday evening, his thoughts drifted back to the day that had started it all—the day of his complete and public humiliation. The images were burned into his memory: Sister Ruth ordering him to strip naked and toss his clothes out the window... making him stand on her desk, bare and blushing, to sing for the class.

Then there were the classmates. His sister Sally and her best friend Cindy had reveled in his embarrassment. Danny wouldn’t stop mocking his smooth, hairless body. Linda and Nancy had put him through one degrading routine after another during recess and lunch. Michael thought it was hilarious when Tommy was forced into the girl's uniform. And Karen... she’d seemed to enjoy it more than anyone, dragging out the countdown before taking down his underpants in the gym. Carlene had pulled down his underpants and spanked him in the hallway, then orchestrated the scene when her fellow volleyball players took turns peeking down his underpants. And then there was Miss Richards, who’d shamed him to the extreme by making him dance naked in front of his fellow students.

Yes, Tommy remembered it all.

It was his girlfriend Molly who brought him out of his daydream. “What’re you thinking about, Babe?” she asked from the passenger seat.

Tommy smiled. “Just about how much fun we’re going to have tonight.”

Molly, already clued in on all the details of his past humiliation, had been sympathetic—and eager. When Tommy proposed his plan for payback, Molly jumped at the chance to help. In fact, she looked forward to the events with an excited state of glee.

Tommy had instructed all his former tormentors to arrive early. Sure enough, as he and Molly pulled into the rec center parking lot, there they were—nervous, shifting their feet by the entrance. Tommy was a little bothered that Cindy was not there as ordered.

Molly leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I think we’re going to have a night to remember, Hon.”

Tommy grinned. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

They stepped out of the car and approached the waiting group. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” greeted Tommy. “I’m so glad you could all make it. I’d like you to meet my friend Molly. Molly, these are the people I’ve been telling you about. You know my sister Sally, and this is Karen, Linda, Nancy, Danny, Michael, Carlene, Miss Richards and Sister Ruth. Molly will be assisting tonight any way she can.”

The group murmured a half-hearted hello. They had no idea what type of assistance they would require, but their sense of dread was palpable.

Tommy and Molly trooped confidently into the recreation hall, while the rest tentatively fell in behind them. The space was large and impressive—fifteen round tables set for six, a well-stocked bar to the side, while a generous spread of food was laid out on a long table. The tables were situated in front of a large stage, above which the curtain was presently drawn. Behind the curtain, off to the side, there was a spacious dressing room.

“Okay, girls, if you’ll follow Molly to the dressing room, she’ll show you the nice outfits you get to wear while you serve the guests drinks and appetizers. Whatever Molly asks you to do, just treat it like it's coming from me. Danny and Michael, you’ll be tending bar, so you’d better start setting up. Guests will start arriving in about half an hour, so hop to it."

Just then, the last straggler arrived. “Oh, look who finally decided to show up,” said Tommy, arms crossed. “You're late, Cindy. You're off to a bad start.”

“I’m s-sorry, Tommy, I ran into traffic,” replied Cindy, with a look of concern on her face.

“Well, I’m sure Molly will deal with you accordingly,” said Tommy, motioning to his girlfriend. “Now fall into place with the other girls.” Tommy watched with satisfaction as the girls obediently followed Molly and disappeared behind the curtain. His plan was unfolding perfectly.

He turned and looked at Danny. “Danny boy, I assume you took care of that little matter we talked about?” Of course, he was referring to his directive for Danny to shave his body completely hairless.

Danny, to Tommy’s delight, blushed profusely. “Yes,” answered Danny simply, while looking down shamefully.

Tommy smirked. “Good boy. Maybe it’ll be our little secret. Then again, maybe we can share our secret with the guests.” Tommy giggled to himself, while Danny trembled, praying that it would be the former.

* * * * *

Once inside the dressing room, Molly got everyone's attention. “Okay, girls, as you probably are aware, it’ll be your duty tonight to serve all the guests. I don’t know how much waitressing experience you have, but I expect you all to do a bang-up job. One thing is for sure, none of you are properly dressed for this. But it's your lucky night, because I have something special picked out for each of you. So, if you'll kindly take off all your clothes, I'll get your outfits together for you.”

Nobody made a move, and Molly broke the spell by clapping her hands loudly. “I said STRIP, and I mean now! We’ve got party guests coming! Off with those clothes!” The eight females began self-consciously pulling off tee shirts and unbuttoning blouses. Molly was rather enjoying her feeling of power. “Faster, faster!” she commanded.

She started walking from girl to girl, snatching their clothes as they were coming off and dumping them in a pile in the corner. In moments, there were eight girls standing timidly in their underwear, hugging themselves and casting nervous glances.

“What’s the holdup?” Molly snapped. “Let’s get those bras and panties off, girls.! I want to see you all naked! Completely nude! Chop, chop! Let’s go!”

Hesitantly, shame-faced and silent, they obeyed. Now they stood naked before her, blushing and covering themselves as best they could. Molly strolled past them slowly, savoring the spectacle. She smiled at them for a few moments, allowing the embarrassment level to build. She then reached into a drawer and started pulling out the outfits.

“Okay, girls, time to get you properly dressed,” she said as she began handing out cocktail waitress attire. “You certainly don’t want to serve our guests looking like that, do you? Then again, maybe we’ll just save that idea for later.” Sister Ruth and a couple of others shuddered at the suggestion.

When all eight were dressed—such as they were—they made for a sight to behold. A considerable amount of skin was on display: Several wore two-piece ensembles with strapless tops and hot pants, while the others were poured into skin-tight, strapless one-pieces that scarcely covered their breasts or buttocks. Each outfit was completed with four-inch heels, color-matched to the scant outfits. Groans rippled through the room as the reality sank in—their night would be spent parading before party guests, ogled in their humiliating attire.

Molly was about to send the girls out when she was hit by an inspiration. She remembered Tommy telling her about Cindy’s very small breasts, and how self-conscious she was about them. Indeed, Molly noticed that while the girls were naked, Cindy was covering her breasts with her hands, whereas the others were more concerned with concealing their vaginas.

Cindy’s outfit was a bright red two-piece set. Molly noticed that, unlike the others, Cindy put her top on first, then her hot pants. She was about to suffer embarrassing consequences for showing up late.

“Oh, Cindy,” she said sweetly. “We need to talk about your top.” Cindy froze. “I couldn’t help but notice... your breasts are quite tiny.” She paused, then smiled when Cindy blushed deeply. “You really don’t fill out this top very well. I think you’ll be much better off without it.”

While Cindy continued to blush crimson, Molly unhooked her top and whisked it away, leaving her topless. Cindy’s hands flew to her chest. “My, my,” Molly teased, “You really are quite bashful about exposing your little titties, aren’t you?” Cindy didn’t answer the rhetorical question. Instead she stared straight down, clinging to her breasts as if her life depended on their coverage. “I can’t say I blame you, though," continued Molly. "If I had little golf balls on my chest like yours, I wouldn’t want anybody to see them, either.”

Cindy’s face was glowing crimson as Molly retrieved two red pasties from the drawer—each adorned with three-inch tassels. “You’ll have to move your hands, sweetie, while I attach these to your little nipples.” When the distraught Cindy slowly lowered her hands to her tummy, Molly was at the ready with glue to attach the pasties. She dipped a small brush into the glue and proceeded to methodically spread the cool liquid on Cindy’s nipples, speaking to her as she performed her task.

“You’ll be a big hit tonight, sweetheart,” teased the grinning Molly as she finished brushing the glue on one nipple and started concentrating on the other. “Everyone will just love staring at your cute little nubs, and these tassels will be swinging delightfully while you serve them."

Cindy was in the throes of wretchedness; the intrusion on what she considered a very private part of her body was excruciating. When Molly leaned in and blew softly across her nipples, Cindy flinched. “Relax, darling. I'm not getting fresh," laughed Molly. "I’m just helping the glue set.” Molly attached the pasties simultaneously, pressing them down for a few seconds until she was satisfied the glue had taken hold. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. “Oh, you look stunning, sweetie.”

Cindy started to cover up again when Molly interrupted her. “Uh, uh, uh,” warned Molly. “We’ll have no more attempts at modesty. There are going to ninety guests you will be entertaining, and they'll enjoy giggling at your itty-bitty titties.”

Molly started to turn away, and then stopped and said, “Oh, I almost forgot...” With the thumb and index finger of each of her hands Molly gave the pasties a twist, activating a tiny knob on each one. A red light began flashing on each pasty, causing Cindy to flinch once again while looking down wide-eyed with horror at the garish blinking on her chest. Molly took a step back, folded her arms, and grinned derisively as the mortified Cindy turned a shade at least as red as her flashing pasties. “Now everyone will spot you, no matter where you are,” Molly purred. “Your little light-up titties are going to steal the show.”

Quite satisfied, Molly turned to the other girls, who were momentarily mesmerized by the bizarre scene they had been witnessing. “Okay, girls, let’s get out there and get ready for our guests. Come on, snap to!”

The eight new cocktail waitresses marched out, heels clicking, faces flushed. As they filed down the stairs of the stage, Tommy, Danny, and Michael collectively dropped their jaws at the arousing sight of the eight scantily clad females.

For Tommy, the evening was flowing along just as he had drawn it up. For Danny and Michael, the thrill of the delectable sight was tempered by the uncertainty of what may lie ahead for them.

[Blondie]

Chapter 15: Let the Party Begin!

Michael stood behind the bar, luxuriating in the sight of the eight girls in various styles of scantily clad attire marching down the steps of the stage. Unfortunately for Michael, his enjoyment was to be fleeting, as Molly peeked around the curtain and called out, “Michael, could you come up here, please?”

He froze. Michael was hoping his only obligation for the evening would be to tend bar. Being called to the carpet by Tommy’s girlfriend could not bode well for him. He glanced at Tommy, who was busy leering at the parade of girls reluctantly walking toward him. Michael’s interest in the girls had quickly dissipated as he focused on the uncertainty of his own plight.

When he stepped into the dressing room, his fears were immediately confirmed. Hanging prominently at eye level was a frilly French maid’s costume—complete with a lacy apron, a flouncy skirt, and a ridiculous little maid's cap. A handwritten note pinned to the dress read: “Michael’s Barmaid Uniform.”

Molly watched intently as Michael looked on in stunned surprise. “Well?” she teased. “Isn’t it precious? I just know you’re going to be the toast of the bar tonight.” Her grin widened. “Now let’s get you out of those boring boy clothes and try your new dress on.”

Michael hesitated, still dazed by the woeful turn of events. He stood frozen in place, hoping she’d at least grant him some privacy. No such luck. Molly remained firmly planted, hands on hips, clearly enjoying every second. He finally began undressing, cheeks burning hotter with each article of clothing removed. When he was standing in just his boxer shorts he looked pleadingly at Molly, who answered him with a downward flick of her finger. With a sigh of defeat, he stepped out of his shorts, hands hastily covering his privates, his face glowing like a red Christmas tree bulb.

“Oh, we have a shy one, do we?” Molly giggled. “Well then, let’s hurry and get you properly dressed, shall we?”

She pulled out a pair of black panties with white lace ruffles filling the backside and held them out with both hands for Michael to examine. Michael took them reluctantly and slipped them on, his shame increasing by the second. It didn’t stop there. Next came a garter belt, sheer black stockings, and a padded double D-cup bra that Molly gleefully stuffed with false breasts. Three-inch black patent heels forced him to wobble, and the puffy-sleeved maid’s dress didn’t quite cover the tops of his stockings. Molly was smiling devilishly as she pinned the cap to his head. For good measure, she covered his lips with bright red lipstick, which, with his goatee, took on a look of humorous absurdity.

She led him to a full-length mirror, and Michael flinched at his reflection. The image staring back—lipstick, cleavage, heels, and frilly maid's dress—was more than he could take. “Don’t you make just the cutest little barmaid?” Molly cooed. Michael turned away, humiliated beyond words.

Before he could retreat into self-pity, Molly dropped a handkerchief on the floor. “Oh dear,” she said sweetly. “Would you be a doll and pick that up for me?” She stood behind him and was delighted to see the ruffle of his panties exposed when he bent over. “Oh, everyone will be delighted when they see your pretty panties,” laughed Molly. Michael’s blush deepened into full-blown crimson.

“Come, darling,” she said, bouncing with glee. “Let’s go show you off.” As they exited the dressing room, Molly was grinning from ear to ear. Michael decidedly was not.

When he made the shameful walk down the steps of the stage, he could feel every eye capturing his swishing entrance. Tommy had a big grin on his face, and when he caught Molly’s eye, he gave her a wink. Danny, because he was still uncertain about his situation, was a little more reserved, but he did manage to giggle softly to himself. Even a couple of the girls were tittering, despite their own humiliating plight.

Michael slunk behind the bar beside Danny, cheeks still glowing, and prepared for the guests to arrive.

Tommy took it all in, basking in the delicious irony. Every one of his former tormentors was now on display—embarrassed, exposed, and fully at his mercy. He looked at their flushed faces, and it was plain to see that they’d give anything to be somewhere else. Tommy thought back to his degradation at the hands of his tormentors and remembered that same dreadful feeling.

“Payback is brutal, isn’t it, Honey?” he said to Molly.

Molly smiled, wrapped her arm around his waist and took in the scene she had helped create. The body language of the scantily clad women said it all—downcast eyes, crossed arms, and restless shifting. They were clearly miserable. Michael was beyond embarrassment in his female attire, and Danny was on edge, wondering if he would be spared.

* * * * *

The hall gradually came alive as the guests started filing in. Ninety guests had been invited, and Tommy fully expected most, if not all, to attend. Most of the guests were familiar with the victims Tommy had picked out, and they were aware of their involvement in Tommy’s previous debasement. But they had no inkling that the victims would be providing them some sexy entertainment.

Tommy greeted each one at the door, while his sister Sally, assigned coat check duty, made quite the impression. Dressed in a tuxedo-inspired strapless teddy with fishnets and heels, she blushed under the weight of so many stares—not to mention the dozens of phones recording and snapping pictures. Even her brother couldn’t resist the occasional once-over, from her black, four-inch heels, up her shapely legs, her half-exposed backside, her voluptuous, partially covered breasts, to her blushing neck and cheeks.

Karen, in a glittering baby blue two-piece outfit and white stilettos, stood nearby with her required greeting: “Welcome to Tommy’s Retribution. I’m here to serve you in any way I can.” Guests smirked, nodded approvingly, and captured the moment with their phones before heading to their seats.

The first round of servers—Sister Ruth, Miss Richards, and Carlene—were already hard at work. Sister Ruth’s white, strapless teddy hugged her tightly, cinched at the waist with a shiny black belt. Molly had cleverly fitted her with a white veil—shorter but similar to the veil she normally wore with her habit. The leggy Betty Richards was attired in a hot pink, two-piece outfit, featuring a conical bra straight out of Madonna’s playbook. Carlene was barefoot and back in the skimpy volleyball uniform from her humiliating airport episode, reliving the mortification all over again.

All three women burned red as they took orders and delivered drinks to delighted guests. All eyes were on them as they walked back and forth from the tables to the bar. Each time they leaned over to set down a drink, their snug uniforms crept higher, molding to their curves and riding up their cheeks, offering the guests an unabashedly provocative view.

Tommy watched with satisfaction, savoring every second of their discomfort. At the head table, he raised a glass as Sister Ruth delivered his cocktail. He thanked her and gave her a mocking pat on her ass as she turned to leave. She visibly flinched, eyes wide with shame.

“Yoo-hoo! Miss Richards!” Tommy called a few minutes later, when a drink spilled. “We have a little mess over here.” Miss Richards closed her eyes, composed herself, and walked over to clean the spill, cheeks flaming while forced to endure the giggles and taunts from the festive revelers.

The servers were now in full swing. With eight girls covering fifteen tables, the guests were well satisfied. Everywhere they looked a scantily clad lass was scurrying around, dutifully catering to their needs.

Cindy circulated with a tray of hors d’oeuvres, her blinking pasties drawing considerable attention. Guests chuckled, made comments about her tiny chest, and some even posed beside her for pictures. She tried shielding herself with the tray, but her efforts were mostly futile. Her nipples—and her cheeks—were glowing pink.

Karen had been given simple instructions: Circulate and make sure the guests were content. Unfortunately for her, one particular table—six rowdy men deep into their cocktails—had taken a keen interest in her baby blue ensemble. While one of them distracted her with some banter, another snuck up behind her with mischievous intent. With a sly grin, the guest untied Karen's strapless spandex top. Karen had struggled earlier to tie it tight—it was a size too small and stretched taut across her chest. So when the knot gave way, the top didn’t just slip off—it launched, like a slingshot, sailing through the air before landing with a plop into the center of the table—right in the water pitcher.

For a split second, time froze. Karen’s eyes widened. She gasped and let out a sharp scream, instinctively covering herself with her arms. But not before her stunned audience got an unforgettable eyeful of her naked breasts. Cameras flashed, capturing the moment. Flushing crimson, Karen lunged for her soaked top, now half-submerged in the pitcher and clinging to a floating lemon slice. She yanked it out, dripping and clingy, and clutched it to her chest as the table erupted into drunken cheers and wolf whistles. She scurried away, humiliated, while the highly entertained men congratulated themselves with high fives all around.

* * * * *

The evening carried on. The waitresses continued making the rounds, delivering cocktails and, eventually, a catered dinner. As the evening wore on and the drinks flowed, the mood grew looser, the laughter louder, until the atmosphere turned downright raucous.

Once dessert was cleared and the plates whisked away, Tommy decided it was time to take the party to the next level. He caught Molly’s eye and made a subtle nod. Molly rose gracefully and stepped away, disappearing behind the stage curtain.

Tommy stood, picked up his glass, and gently tapped it with a spoon, quieting the room. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice casual but commanding, “thank you all for coming tonight. I hope you’ve enjoyed the food, the drinks, and, of course, the service.” He grinned as all eyes turned to the eight embarrassed waitresses scattered around the room. “But don’t think we’re done just yet. In fact, the best part of the night is just about to begin.” The waitresses froze mid-step.

“You see,” Tommy continued, grinning, "we have a bit of surprise entertainment planned—and our lovely servers, though they don’t know it yet, are about to take center stage.” That drew a round of applause. The girls, still frozen in place, were wide-eyed and suddenly even more hyperaware of their skimpy attire. Their glances darted to each other, thick with anxiety.

“Girls,” Tommy said, gesturing toward the stage, “if you’ll follow Molly to the dressing room, she’ll be happy to fit you into your new costumes.” There was a tense pause, then the girls slowly moved to form a line behind Molly, who had reappeared at the edge of the stage wearing an impish grin and holding several garment bags draped over her arms, each one opaque and mysterious. The guests leaned forward, sensing something wickedly delicious, while the anxious eight marched off, shoulders hunched and stomachs churning with dread.

Tommy reclined in his seat, a slow smile creeping across his face. The stage was set. Now comes the reckoning.

[Blondie]

Chapter 16: The Can-Can

As the eight shamefaced girls followed Molly off to the dressing room, Tommy turned back to the guests with a bright smile. “I’d like to direct your attention to behind the bar," he said. “Allow me to introduce Danny—your bartender for the evening—and Michael, your lovely barmaid.” There was a chuckle from the crowd.

“Michael,” Tommy continued, “used to get quite the kick out of teasing me when Sister Ruth made me wear the girls’ uniform a few years back. So, tonight, I thought it’d be poetic justice to return the favor. While the ladies are preparing for their performance, Michael here will be tending to your cocktail needs. Feel free to call him Michelle. Thanks again, and enjoy the show!” The guests applauded with amusement and turned to inspect the bar. Danny was busy mixing drinks, ever so thankful that Tommy had chosen to leave him alone.

Michael, on the other hand, was mortified. As degrading as it had been for him to be forced into a barmaid’s dress, he had been able to remain in relative anonymity behind the bar while the attention was directed toward the eight girls. Now he’d be the center of attention in his female garb as he served the thirsty guests. As one would expect, it would be a dreadfully miserable experience for him.

In support of Tommy, the guests were merciless as they derided him, calling him Michelle and telling him how cute he looked in his dress. The females were especially cruel. As he bent over to serve drinks to a table of six girls, one of them reached over and flipped the back of his skirt, revealing his lacy, ruffled panties to the table—and half the room. The table erupted in laughter. Michael, red as a beet, quickly pushed her hand away and tried to move on.

Just as he thought he could escape, one of the girls called out, “Michelle, can you do a little curtsy for us?" Michael ignored her and scurried back toward the bar, pretending not to hear. Unfortunately, he saw her make a beeline for Tommy’s table. A moment later, Tommy crooked his finger in Michael’s direction. Michael felt the heat rising in his face as he reluctantly minced across the floor in his high heels to face Tommy.

“Michelle, I just got word that you refused to curtsy for one of my guests,” Tommy said, his tone sharp with accusation.

Michael swallowed hard and mumbled, “I didn’t hear her.”

“Is that so. Well, can you hear me now?” responded Tommy. Michael nodded sullenly. “Good,” continued Tommy. “Because I want you to go up on the stage and show us all your best curtsy.”

Giggles swept through the room as Michael, cheeks flushing, trudged toward the stage. He stood in front of the curtain and waited disconsolately for further instructions. All eyes were on him as Tommy spoke. “Michelle would now like to demonstrate her very best curtsy,” Tommy announced to raucous laughter. “Let’s give her our full attention!”

Now blushing crimson, Michael lifted the sides of his skirt, gave a stiff little bend at the knees, and attempted the daintiest curtsy he could manage. Just as he turned to leave, Tommy’s voice rang out again. “Just a second, Michelle. I know you’re just dying to show us what you have on underneath that skirt, aren’t you?” asked Tommy, who wasn’t really expecting an answer. “Why don’t you turn around, bend over at the waist, and lift your skirt up your back for us, nice and high.”

Michael groaned inwardly but obeyed. The frilly lace of his panties drew howls of laughter and delighted whistles from the audience. Finally, after one more curtsy, Michael was allowed to leave the stage to a nice ovation from the appreciative spectators. The crimson-faced “barmaid” dutifully took more cocktail orders from the happy patrons.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, back in the dressing room, Molly had taken control. “Have any of you had any experience dancing the can-can?” Molly asked cheerfully. The girls shook their heads, their faces still flushed from their earlier ordeal. “Well, good news,” said Molly, opening the closet door. “You’ll be able to answer ‘yes’ to that after tonight!”

Inside hung eight flamboyant can-can costumes in dazzling colors. Molly continued, “As you can see, you won’t need those cocktail outfits anymore, so if you’ll kindly take them off...”

Sighing with resignation, for the second time that evening the girls stripped nude at Molly's behest. Once they were all naked, Molly picked a can-can dress from the closet and smiled as the girls collectively made a motion toward her to snatch the dress, all hoping to cover their nudity. But instead, Molly slipped it on herself—right over her own clothes.

“Now, have a seat,” she instructed. “Time for a demonstration.”

Naked and embarrassed, the girls, who would have given their souls for any type of coverage, submissively sat naked on the floor in a semi-circle. They shivered when their backsides contacted the cold, hardwood floor, and they covered their chests and sex as best they could.

Molly surveyed the unusual sight and smiled to herself. “Okay, girls, I’d like you to watch very closely, because I’m only going to show you once.” She tapped her phone, and the sounds of lively music bounced off the walls of the room. Molly began her demonstration. “Hands on hips like this,” she said, demonstrating her stance. “A nice high leg kick is a must!" She hiked her skirt to her waist and kicked enthusiastically. “Now pay attention, girls—the best part’s coming up.”

The piece Molly referred to was a portion of Jacques Offenbach's Orpheus in the Underworld. It seemed to invite bawdiness. As the music reached its signature crescendo, Molly turned, bent forward, flipped her skirt high up her back, and shook her hips back and forth to the beat of the music. The girls cringed as they pictured themselves being forced to perform the salacious dance in front of a drunken audience.

Once the lesson ended, she passed out the costumes. Each girl received a black can-can dress with thin straps and layers of magenta petticoats, thigh-high stockings, shiny black heels, frilly ruffled panties, and a matching headpiece. Molly smiled with satisfaction as she eyed her embarrassed dancers clad in their resplendent costumes.

“Okay, girls, we’ll have one quick run-through before we go out there. Let’s make it good and quick. The natives are getting restless,” chirped Molly as she lined up the girls and started the music.

Despite themselves, the girls picked up the basic steps under Molly’s guidance. Their kicks were uneven, but certainly good enough to satisfy the undiscerning crowd. In any case, their audience wouldn't be especially focused on choreography.

Molly led the eight girls out to the stage and lined them up behind the curtain. “Remember, high leg kicks, lift those dresses and shake those tushies like you mean it,” reminded Molly. The girls didn’t respond—they were a dispirited bunch, very much abashed at their predicament.

Back out in the hall, Tommy took the cue from Molly, who had poked her head from the curtain. Tommy then signaled to the light guy, a friend of his. The lights dimmed, a drumroll sounded, and a spotlight illuminated the closed curtain. Molly gave the rope a tug—and the curtain whooshed open.

The audience voiced their approval as eight girls dressed in festive costumes filled the spotlight. Orpheus to the Underworld began playing on the speaker system, and, on cue, the eight girls started dancing. Their leg kicks, though not quite always synchronized, nevertheless tickled the audience. When they all turned around and exposed their frilly panties, shaking their hips from side to side lasciviously, the audience was floored.

This is what the hall sounded like as the shamefaced dancers lifted their dresses and kicked their legs: The Can-Can

As one might expect, it was quite a festive atmosphere. The whooping and hollering sounds filled the hall, as the eight red-faced girls turned back around and continued their performance. Their hearts weren’t in it, but they kicked up their heels, knowing full well that anything less than their best efforts would lead to even further degradation.

The routine ended, and they curtsied—as Molly told them to—earning a raucous standing ovation. The curtain closed, and the girls were relieved to be out of the spotlight—both figuratively and literally. As they hustled backstage, the chant began: “ENCORE! ENCORE!”

Molly intercepted the girls before they reached the dressing room. “Wow! They loved you!” she beamed. “Let’s give ’em one more, shall we?” Groans filled the air. The girls lined up again, knowing resistance was futile.

But before the curtain went up, Molly had one more set of instructions. “I just had a marvelous idea, girls. Let’s make this encore extra special. Here’s what I want you to do...” She leaned in and disclosed her idea. When she finished, all eight girls wore expressions of utter horror.

“And remember,” she called over her shoulder as she walked away, “at the main part, lift those dresses high up your backs and shake those hips like there’s no tomorrow!”

Molly pulled the rope to open the curtain and took her seat at the front table. The audience cheered in appreciation, the music restarted, and the girls again started dancing. About a minute into the piece, Molly rose and gave them their cue.

To the utter astonishment—and sheer delight—of the spellbound audience, the eight girls moved in perfect unison. They reached under their skirts, slipped off their panties, and tossed them high into the air, where they floated down directly into the outstretched hands of eight ecstatic spectators. The hall erupted in roars, shrieks, and delighted laughter.

As the piece pressed toward its frenzied peak, a feverish excitement gripped the hall. Every guest leaned forward, eager for the moment they all hoped was coming. Eight young ladies, however, felt no such excitement, and were anything but eager. When the Offenbach piece drew near to its frenzied peak, many in the audience were on the edges of their seats, breathless with anticipation.

They would not be disappointed. The music reached its raucous climax. The dancers turned, lifted their skirts high, and shook their bare bottoms in rhythmic humiliation. The sight of eight naked, beautiful asses of different sizes and shapes shaking back and forth to the beat of the music was a scene to behold.

The hall reached a fever pitch. Many in the crowd watched in awe with their mouths wide open, incredulous at the spectacle they were witnessing. Others were on their feet applauding, screaming in delight.

When the reprise ended, the girls turned to face the crowd once more—every one of them beet red, humiliated, and pantyless. There was one more reprise and the act was repeated, much to the exhilaration of the highly entertained revelers.

When the piece concluded, the girls received yet another rousing standing ovation, this one much more boisterous. A few of the humiliated girls covered their faces in shame.

The curtain closed, and they all hoped this would be the end of their humiliating ordeal. But they would soon discover that this was only the warm-up act.

[Somebody]

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