Warning: If you think you might be offended by the sexual humiliation and complete degradation of a Catholic nun (even though she had it coming), then it is in your best interests to read no further.
Chapter 21: The Climax
And then there were two.
Tommy leaned back in his chair, sipped his cocktail, and scanned the spectacle before him. At this point, four naked girls were scampering around, ensuring the guests were well-served and thoroughly entertained. Michael was still behind the bar, looking absolutely disgraced in his frilly maid’s uniform. Karen stood on the stage, nude but for a pair of elegant heels, wrists tied high above her head. To her right was Danny—shivering, naked, smooth and hairless as a baby—with his hands laced behind his head, looking like he was either going to cry or throw up—or both. And crawling back and forth across the stage like a dutiful puppy was Carlene, still nudging her volleyball with her nose, stopping only to service Danny's balls with her tongue, and also to bark like a dog. She was naked, of course.
Tommy smiled at the "three-ring humiliation circus" on the stage that he had orchestrated.
* * * * *
Meanwhile, Sister Ruth and Betty Richards sat alone in the dressing room, nervously awaiting their fate.
Ah, yes, Sister Ruth and Miss Richards, thought Tommy as he took another swig from his cocktail. He allowed himself to recall his extreme debasement at their hands years before. In a short time they would pay dearly for their dirty deeds, and experience a similar shame that Tommy felt on that ill-fated day.
Buzzing with anticipation, he rose from his seat and made his way toward the stage. As he walked by the wretched Karen, Danny and Carlene, he smiled and said, “You folks enjoying yourselves?”
There was no response, and Tommy chuckled to himself as he and Molly sauntered toward the dressing room, eager to carry out the next phase of his plan.
Sister Ruth and Betty Richards were startled as the door of the dressing room flew open. Their anxiety level increased when they saw that a grinning Tommy had joined his girlfriend.
“Hello, ladies!” he beamed. “Hope you’ve been comfy in here. But now it’s time to join the party, seeing as you are tonight’s main attraction.”
Meanwhile, Molly was in the process of retrieving two garments on hangers in the closet. She held them up in front of the apprehensive ladies. One was a long black button-up negligee. The other was a very short frilly pink babydoll.
“Molly picked up a little something for each of you,” Tommy said. "I hope you like them. Now how about getting out of those dresses so we can get you into something more comfortable.”
The two unfortunates sat dumbfounded until Molly bellowed, “You heard what Tommy said. "STRIP!”
The ladies knew it would be fruitless to ask for mercy, so they slowly stood up and started peeling off their can-can dresses. Both were blushing brightly, as it was quite discomforting to bare themselves in front of the leering Tommy.
They had already been divested of their panties on the stage, so when their dresses were removed they stood in black thigh-high stockings, high heels, and gloomy faces. Their heads were down in shame and their hands were covering themselves as best they could.
Tommy flashed back on the day he stopped time on the bus and first stripped the beautiful Miss Richards. He remembered how surprised he was to see that she was completely shaven, and from what he could see about her hands, that was still the case. Tommy felt a stirring in his pants, as he was excited—not only at the sight of the naked women, but equally by their obvious embarrassment and impending humiliation.
Tommy let the moment breathe, soaking in their discomfort for a few more moments before giving further instructions.
“You won’t be needing those stockings, either,” he said.
Silently, miserably, the women turned their backs, sat down on the floor, and began rolling the stockings down their trembling legs. Tommy chuckled at their attempt at modesty, knowing that in short order they would be nude and exposed in front of a fascinated audience of over ninety.
Once they were fully stripped, Molly handed the negligee to Sister Ruth, who hurriedly buttoned it up with stiff, frantic fingers. Miss Richards was given the babydoll—and her eyes widened in alarm as she realized it barely covered her crotch, leaving the lower curve of her backside shamelessly exposed. She tugged at the hem in vain. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of stepping out onto the stage in something so revealing.
Tommy turned the two to face each other. “Take a good look at each other, ladies.”
They hesitated, then locked eyes—only to quickly look away, faces flushed with mutual shame.
“I hope you find each other desirable,” Tommy teased. “Considering how intimate you two soon will be, it’d be a shame if you weren’t attracted to each other.”
A look of horror appeared on the faces of each teacher as they digested the ramifications of Tommy’s statement.
“Oh, relax,” he added, giving them a wink. “You might surprise yourselves. Who knows, you might really like it. And I can guarantee that your audience will
love it. Just pretend you’re auditioning for an X-rated movie. Have you ever had an orgasm, Sister?”
Sister Ruth was aghast. Her eyes were wide with disbelief, her voice shaking as she took a trembling step forward. “Tommy, please,” she pleaded. “This has gone far enough. I can’t—I won’t go through with this. Nobody’s ever touched me down there. Stop this madness now, I beg you.”
Tommy smiled, savoring the sight of his former tormentor squirming.
Instead of answering Sister Ruth’s pleas, Tommy stopped time for all but Molly and himself. He then took Miss Richards’ hand and slipped it up Sister Ruth’s negligee and wrapped it around her breast. He took her other hand and inserted two of her fingers inside Sister Ruth’s vagina.
He then put both of Sister Ruth’s hands on Miss Richards’ ass and, then gently pressed their faces together, aligning their lips into a perfect imitation of a steamy kiss. Tommy stepped back and admired his work. Beside him, Molly giggled while the two shared a gleeful glance.
He then started time—and the reaction was instant.
Sister Ruth and Miss Richards jolted apart, their lips separating in horror. There was a frozen beat as they processed what had just occurred—where their hands were, where their mouths had just been.
And then—“AGHHHH!” they shrieked in perfect unison, yanking their hands away in disgust.
Miss Richards stumbled backward into the dressing table, while Sister Ruth wiped her mouth furiously, eyes wide with stunned disbelief.
It was a moment of comedic gold for Tommy and Molly, who watched the perfectly executed scene with delight.
Tommy glanced between the two humiliated women, his grin widening. “You two really do make a stunning pair,” he teased.
Then, with a wink, he added, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to return to my seat and await your performance. Molly will give you full instructions on exactly how I’d like you to enjoy each other out there—every juicy detail. And you’d better be convincing, or the consequences will be even worse."
He turned to go, then paused.
“Oh—one last thing,” he said, flashing a devilish grin. “For a warm-up, why don't you two to give each other a nice long kiss on the lips.”
Both women froze. Sister Ruth turned pale, her mouth opening wordlessly. Miss Richards covered her face with both hands.
“Come on,” teased Tommy, “You know you want it. One nice wet one to warm each other up.”
Realizing it was pointless to delay the inevitable, Sister Ruth and Miss Richards shuffled closer. Their eyes stayed low as they leaned in and exchanged the briefest brush of their lips.
Tommy wasn’t having it.
“Uh uh,” he called out cheerfully. “I want to see some passion. In a few minutes you’re going to be going at each other like a couple of animals, so I want you to really get into this kiss to set the tone.”
Reluctantly, they leaned in again, this time kissing with a bit more commitment, hoping that showing just enough effort would get Tommy to leave.
But he stepped closer instead. “No, no, no,” he chided. “You're
lovers, not distant friends. Let’s add a little spice. Stick out your tongues.”
They hesitated—then complied, timidly extending their tongues.
“Good! Now touch them together,” Tommy grinned. “Yes, just like that. Now swirl them around. Keep them touching. Yes! Now you’re getting it! Oh yes, you make a ravishing couple. Now put your lips together. Excellent! Keep those tongues dancing. Mix it up, and taste each other’s passion. Feel the love!"
Tommy allowed their cringeworthy display to play out a moment longer—more for his own amusement than anything—before waving it off.
“Alright, that’s more like it. You can break it up now. But I want to see that same spark when you’re out on stage.”
The two women backed away from each other, humiliated, red-faced, and maybe even a little queasy.
Tommy gestured toward Molly. “Now listen to Molly. She’ll tell you exactly what you’re going to do.”
And with that, he exited the room, whistling a carefree tune as he made his way back to his table.
Molly, meanwhile, enthusiastically took over. She laid out the plan in meticulous detail, every step carefully choreographed.
The teachers listened in mounting horror. Miss Richards looked like she was becoming ill. Sister Ruth clasped both of her hands together, interlocking her fingers, beseeching Molly not to make her go through with the scandalous act.
Molly, of course, was unrelenting. She was fully aware of what the nun had subjected Tommy to, and under the circumstances, she felt no sympathy whatsoever.
"Now, here’s the deal—you two are lovebirds tonight. You’ll walk hand-in-hand to center stage and give the performance of a lifetime. And I’m warning you—you’d better be convincing.”
Molly opened the door to the dressing room, and, knees shaking, the frightened teachers took each other’s clammy hands and stepped into the light.
Their dread only intensified when they saw the bizarre spectacle already in progress: Karen hanging nude from her restraints in the middle of the stage, Danny frozen near her in his hairless shame, and Carlene, naked and degraded while crawling on the stage floor.
Molly stepped up to the microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” she announced brightly, “I give you...Sister Ruth and Betty Richards!”
A loud cheer erupted from the audience, followed by a standing ovation as the crowd took in the sight of the teachers in their sexy nightwear.
For the trembling couple, the applause rang out like a drumroll of doom.
When it quieted down, the house lights dimmed. Then the unmistakable opening of Ravel’s
Bolero poured from the speakers, rich and sensual.
That was the cue for the stars of the moment. Miss Richards turned to Sister Ruth and leaned in. Their lips met again—but this time, it was no rehearsal.
The audience hushed, a mix of gasps and titters rippling through the crowd. At Tommy’s table, his guests raised their glasses to him. Tommy smiled and returned the salute.
Up on the stage, the show was in full swing. Miss Richards, while maintaining the lip lock, slowly began unbuttoning her partner’s negligee, starting from the collar. One by one, she worked her way down, parting the fabric with each undone clasp. By the time she reached the fourth button, the once-modest neckline became exposed, revealing the nun’s quivering breasts and deepening her humiliation.
Sister Ruth stood frozen, eyes tightly shut, enduring each soft caress of her colleague’s lips along her neck. For the audience it was a sensual experience, but for the two women onstage it was a mortifying nightmare.
As the volume of the
Bolero piece gradually intensified, Miss Richards escalated her foreplay, her lips trailing lower as her hands worked another button free. Betty Richards traced her tongue delicately, planting soft kisses on her partner’s nipples. She moved with confidence, as though this wasn’t her first time. In truth, she’d never been with another woman before—but she was perceptive enough to sense what might bring pleasure, and was simply following her instincts.
As much as she loathed her current undertaking, she was operating under threat—warned in no uncertain terms to play her role to the hilt or face the consequences. And whatever those consequences were, she had no desire to find out.
Miss Richards continued stimulating Sister Ruth’s bosom as she unclasped another button of the negligee. That's when two very interesting developments occurred.
The first one involved the naked young man on the stage. Danny's already heightened level of embarrassment was about to intensify, due to a physiological response that was beyond his control. While witnessing the display in front of him, something stirred within him—something deeply unwanted.
“Oh, please,” he said quietly to himself. “Not here. Not now!”
But try as he might to suppress the sensation, he was slowly becoming erect. It certainly did not help when Carlene, making her obligatory rounds, began licking his balls. He tried focusing on something mundane, but his member had a mind of its own. When Carlene started swirling his boys around in her mouth, there was no turning back.
He dared not move his hands from behind his head, and he prayed that everyone would be so entranced with the exhibition being put on by the two teachers that his predicament would go unnoticed.
But then a voice from the crowd rang out: “Hey! Check out Danny—he’s getting a woody!”
Before Danny could blink, the spotlight operator—clearly in sync with Tommy—swung a blinding white beam directly onto his active manhood. The crowd roared.
Danny groaned and threw his head back in shame. The audience was laughing at him, as his hairless penis was erect to its full length of less than five inches.
As Carlene crawled away, Danny could only stand wretchedly as the spotlight continued to shine on his source of embarrassment.
The other interesting development involved the recipient of Betty Richards’ devoted servitude. Sister Ruth had cringed as she was about to receive the mouth of Betty’s with her own. Per Tommy and Molly’s directive, she passionately reciprocated the kiss.
Then, when her reluctant partner lowered her wet caresses to her breasts, something unsettling happened: Despite every instinct to resist, a slow, unmistakable heat began to stir within her. Much like the naked boy on her right, she tried to fight it off. But her partner’s relentless stimulation only fueled the arousal she was desperately trying to contain.
“No,” she whispered under her breath. “No, no, no...”
To make matters worse, she felt fingers deftly unbuttoning her negligee, then hands gliding it from her shoulders. Before she could react, the garment slipped down her arms and fell to the floor. A collective cheer erupted from the audience.
“Oh my God,” she said aloud when the realization hit her. “I’m naked.”
As dreadful as that was, it wasn't the nudity that unsettled her most—her state of arousal was a bigger concern. Betty Richards was on her knees, gradually working her way down her torso with her tongue. Starting at her navel and descending inch by inch, her friend expertly worked her way downward, and soon had her tongue in her most private parts.
In her entire life Sister Ruth had never felt anything remotely close to her present level of stimulation. Despite herself, a flush of arousal surged through her—growing stronger, impossible to suppress.
Betty Richards expertly toyed with her clitoris, knowing just the right buttons to push. The audience was treated to quite a scene as Miss Richards’ babydoll had risen up, exposing most of her beautifully rounded ass.
Sister Ruth could hold back no longer. Her hands found the back of Miss Richards’ head, seemingly guiding her while her own hips began rotating involuntarily. She heard the sound of her own voice, to her surprise.
“Ooh...” she heard herself coo. “Ahhh...” She couldn’t restrain herself. “Oh, Betty!” she cried, her voice rising as her entire body began to writhe, to the point where Betty Richards could barely hold her still.
“Oh, God, no! No! Oh, yes! YES! OH, BETTY! BETTY! OH MY GOD! OH GOD!” She was drowning out the music in her exultation. “OH, BETTY, PLEASE! OH! OH! GOD HELP ME! OH YES! YES! OH GOD!”
The wildly gyrating naked nun now had her hands on her own head and was bent backward from the waist. The audience was awestruck.
Miss Richards' tongue continued to work its magic as Sister Ruth was in the throes of ecstasy.
“OHMYGOD! OH, BETTY! YES! YES! YES! YES! OH, YES! OHHH, YES! PLEASE! OHHH YESSS! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AAAAAAAHHH!”
Her dirty deed clearly done, Betty Richards pulled her mouth away, her face smeared with her friend’s flowing juices. The musical number had ended and all she could hear was the clapping and cheering from the enthusiastic audience.
I can’t believe I just brought a nun to orgasm in front of all these people.
She rose to her feet and instinctively tugged at the hem of her babydoll, trying in vain to conceal her exposed backside. She glanced at the spent Sister Ruth, who was gradually coming back to the cold reality of her situation. The two women stood awkwardly under the spotlight, the crowd's cheers still echoing around them. Both looked toward Molly, silently pleading for permission to leave.
But instead of relief, they saw Tommy ascending the steps, heading straight for them.
“Thanks, ladies—that was incredible!” Tommy said brightly, greeting the humiliated teachers with a grin. He reached for Sister Ruth’s hand and gently began guiding her off the stage. “Come with me, Sister. You look like you could use a break.”
He caught Miss Richards’ eye. “You hang tight. I’ll be right back.”
The expressions on the ladies' faces seemed to echo the same desperate thought:
Oh, God, what more can he possibly do to us?
Tommy led Sister Ruth down the steps, her free hand doing its best to shield what little dignity she had left. At the front of the room, he stopped beside his table and gave the tabletop a casual pat.
“Why don’t you climb up here, Sister, and make yourself comfortable,” instructed Tommy.
She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, betraying the anxiety churning inside her. Then she compliantly climbed onto the table, her submission drawing another wave of amusement from the guests. Perched awkwardly on her haunches, she hunched forward, doing her best to cover her nakedness with her hands and arms. Every inch of her posture radiated misery.
Tommy paused and basked in Sister Ruth’s humiliation before addressing her again. “Oh, that simply won’t do, Sister,” he said. “I think we all would like to have a better view of your sexy body. I’d venture a guess that most of our guests have never seen a nun stark naked before. Let’s see, why don’t you stretch out on your hands and knees for us, like Carlene up there. And spread your knees apart.”
The beleaguered Sister Ruth resignedly did just that.
“Excellent,” approved Tommy. “Now move your arms forward to the edge of the table.”
The giggles persisted as the wretched victim stretched out her body. She now was leaning forward, her ass high in the air and her very private parts on prominent display. Her degradation would have no bounds.
Unbeknownst to her, the table she knelt upon was designed to rotate. Once Sister Ruth was in position, Tommy discreetly pressed a button beneath its edge. To her dismay, the platform began to turn—slowly, deliberately—completing a full revolution every sixty seconds. Sister Ruth lowered her head, overwhelmed by shame, barely able to endure this newest affront to her dignity.
Meanwhile, right on cue, Molly met Tommy at the edge of the stage and handed him six brightly-colored Ping-Pong paddles. There was about to be payback for Sister Ruth forcing Tommy to walk through a spanking gauntlet in the seventh grade. Tommy grinned as he returned to the table and began distributing the paddles to his eager friends.
“By the way,” he announced cheerfully, “Sister Ruth is quite into the spanking scene. Aren’t you, Sister?” He gently lifted her chin to force eye contact. Her weary, mortified expression said it all. “I’ll take that as a 'yes.'”
He turned to his friends. “Okay, gang, time to put a little color in this pasty white ass of hers. I recommend standing—you’ll get much better leverage.”
The grinning group enthusiastically stood up.
“Here’s how it works,” Tommy continued. “Every time this lovely ass passes in front of you, give her a nice, solid swat with your paddle. I’ll speed things up a bit so you won’t be waiting long between turns. Sister Ruth, I suggest you hold still. But if you feel the need to cry out...well, we certainly won’t stop you.”
He stepped back and clapped his hands. “Let the games begin!”
With a flick of his fingers, Tommy increased the table’s speed. It began to rotate more briskly, drawing eager attention from the crowd. A girl stepped forward and delivered the first slap.
Whack! The sound resonated throughout the hall.
Whap! came another, this time from the girl’s grinning boyfriend.
Laughter and cheers rippled through the room—they were clearly enjoying themselves. Tommy stepped up next, and he didn’t hold back.
THWACK! Sister Ruth’s back involuntarily lifted from the blow.
By the time the table made its first full rotation, her backside was nearly as flushed as her face. After two rounds, it was deep crimson. Though Sister Ruth remained silent, her tight, trembling posture spoke volumes—Tommy knew she had to be in pain.
But he wanted to get one last lick in, hoping to hear her beg for mercy.
“Alright, folks,” he called out, raising a hand. “I that’s enough; I think she got the message.”
The guests sat down, and Tommy turned off the motor. He paused for a few seconds, then quickly turned around and pounced on her with a hard flurry, twice on each cheek.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Within seconds, the sharp stinging hit home, and Sister Ruth couldn’t hold back.
“Ow! Ow! OWWWWW! Please, Tommy, no MORE! Oh God, please stop! Oh, God, it hurts!”
It was music to Tommy's ears.
She wanted badly to reach back and touch her burning bum but resisted, to avoid further punishment from the vengeful Tommy. Instead, she writhed her torso in circles while she waited for the stinging to subside, providing more delectable entertainment for Tommy and his guests.
Tommy let the moment linger, savoring it. Then he adjusted the motor to a slower speed. The table’s rotation eased to a crawl, and Sister Ruth continued her humiliating spin—head bowed, unable to meet anyone’s gaze.
“Now, now, Sister,” Tommy scolded. “You were the one who taught me the value of eye contact. Especially when your admirers are taking such a keen interest in you. I think it’s only fair you return the courtesy. Look them in the eye as they come into view.”
Sister Ruth obeyed, her eyes shimmering with humiliation. As the table turned, she met the gaze of each guest seated around it. Their faces were alight with open amusement, their smiles unrestrained. For Sister Ruth, the eye contact was unbearable—but worse still was knowing that while she locked eyes with one smirking face, another right behind her had an uncompromised view of what just half an hour ago was uncharted territory.
Tommy watched her slow, pained rotation for another turn or two, clearly pleased. Then, with a satisfied nod, he made his way back toward the stage. As he passed Danny, he saw the spotlight on the suffering youth’s penis, which now maintained about a three-quarters erection. Tommy paused, appraised him with a grin, and said, “Tell you what, Danny boy—I’m going to let you get some relief.”
Danny exhaled, thinking the ordeal was finally over.
But Tommy wasn’t finished. “I’m going to let you play with yourself until you manage to get yourself off.”
Danny, crushed at the new turn of events, slowly lowered his arms from behind his head but rested them at his sides rigidly. He just couldn’t bring himself to touch himself in front of all these people.
Tommy stepped in casually, guiding Danny’s left hand back behind his head and placing his right hand on his bared penis.
“You only need one hand, Danny, my boy,” Tommy said with a wink. “I’m sure this isn’t your first solo performance. Now have at it—and don’t stop until you’ve handled your business.”
The woeful Danny slowly started stroking his penis. He couldn’t hear Tommy’s chuckle over the boisterous laughter from the audience. He closed his eyes and continued masturbating while Tommy turned his attention to a trembling Betty Richards.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Richards,” greeted Tommy. “Did you miss me?”
Betty Richards was in no state to play along with Tommy’s frivolity. She stood there in her babydoll, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her whole. Tommy gave a subtle signal to the balcony, and seconds later, the familiar notes of a Strauss waltz began playing over the sound system.
It was the same waltz—the one Miss Richards had insisted Sister Ruth play repeatedly all those years ago. The same music that played as she slowly and methodically undressed Tommy in front of the seventh and eighth grade dance class.
Now the tables had turned, and Tommy was savoring every second.
“Recognize the music, my illustrious dance teacher?” he asked, his voice full of mock admiration. Miss Richards said nothing, her eyes pleading for an end that wouldn’t come.
"Shall we dance?”
Without waiting for her reply, Tommy took her right hand in his left and began leading her in a slow turn across the stage.
“See how well you taught me, Miss Richards? Aren’t you impressed? Come on, try to look like you’re having fun.”
Miss Richards reached behind her with a desperate hand, trying in vain to tug the hem of her babydoll back down. Tommy then took both her wrists and gently guided them up and over his shoulders, locking them in place behind his neck. The gesture forced her body closer, lifted the fabric higher, and—worst of all—left her backside exposed, the lower half of her cheeks clearly visible. The crowd roared in delight.
Then she felt it—the soft tug of her hem rising further.
Tommy’s hands had slipped behind her, purposefully lifting the back of the garment up to the small of her back. She could feel the cool air on her bare skin, and worse, she felt his palms rest there, anchoring the fabric in place.
For the moment, she was mercifully shielded by his body.
“What say we rotate around,” Tommy whispered into her ear, his lips brushing her skin. “I think it’s time we share your lovely ass with your adoring fans.”
She stiffened in protest, but it was no use. Tommy guided her gently but insistently, slowly rotating their embrace until her back was facing the crowd, fully on display.
The reaction was instant. Applause, cheers, and catcalls rang out, while Betty Richards' blush deepened from red to crimson.
Tommy danced her a little longer, letting the music carry them as her humiliation reached new heights. Then, without warning, he took both her hands in his and lifted them high above her head. The spotlight followed.
Miss Richards continued moving to the music, bracing herself for what everyone in the hall fully expected to transpire.
Tommy, not to disappoint, slowly, teasingly lifted the babydoll upward. He stopped just above her chest, locking eyes with her. He was smiling, thoroughly basking in her torment.
“Are you excited?” he teased, his voice smooth and cruel. “You're about to be dancing with me...completely...and totally...nude.”
With that, in one fluid motion, he pulled the garment over her head, up her arms and off her fingertips, tossing it to the audience, where it fluttered into the lap of a female guest, who waved it in the air in delight as the hall exploded in wild cheers.
Now naked to the world, Miss Richards gasped and instinctively covered herself—but Tommy wasn’t having it. He took her right hand in his left, placed her left hand back on his shoulder, and resumed the dance as if nothing had happened. She moved stiffly, tears in her eyes, her body on display under the hot stage lights.
He looked her up and down slowly, from her red toenails to her equally red face. “How does it feel, Miss Richards, to be dancing naked in front of so many people?”
There was no answer.
“I’m talking to you, Miss Richards. And look me in the eyes while we dance.”
Through her tears she looked at Tommy beseechingly. “Please, Tommy, I’m begging you—stop this insanity now. Please, I can’t take it anymore!”
Tommy chuckled. “Yeah, I know what you mean, it’s pretty humiliating, isn’t it? I’d know. After all, you’re the one who taught me.”
Then he gestured to the big screen behind them. "At least when you did this to me it wasn’t recorded. Check it out.”
Miss Richards looked up and was aghast to see herself orally servicing her friend Sister Ruth. It was playing in slow motion.
Miss Richards let out a strangled gasp and quickly turned away. “Oh, my God…”
“Yeah," Tommy quipped. "That’s what she kept saying.”
The music ended, and Tommy released her hands and stepped back.
“I have one more song for you, my darling Miss Richards,” he said, raising his hand toward the balcony. “I think you’ll remember it.”
A familiar Arabic tune filled the air.
Miss Richards felt a churning in her stomach. She remembered this song all too well—it was the one she forced Tommy to belly dance naked to in front of the entire dance class years ago. Now the tables had turned.
“Time for you to go solo, Miss Richards,” Tommy said, grinning. “And don’t disappoint us. After all, you taught me that a dancer’s attitude makes or breaks the routine. Sexy and flirtatious, yet mysterious. That was great advice, teach, and it’ll serve you well right now. You better make it good."
She stood frozen in the spotlight, completely nude, the room holding its breath.
“What are you waiting for?” Tommy said, voice playful but commanding. “Dance!”
With the light fixed harshly on her, Miss Richards hesitated, shame tightening her throat. But she knew resistance was pointless. Swallowing hard, and summoning everything she had, Miss Richards began to belly dance—hips swaying, arms flowing. Despite her humiliation, her muscle memory kicked in, and her talent took over. She was a great dancer, and, truth be told, she did manage to appear sexy and flirtatious. Inside, she was burning with shame.
The crowd went wild.
They clapped and shouted, stomping their feet in time. There was a feverish pitch in the air, and the excitement from the night’s activities was building to a crescendo.
Tommy strolled to the edge of the stage and slipped an arm around Molly, pulling her close as they stood together, surveying the glorious spectacle they’d orchestrated.
Onstage, the pitiable Karen was still bound and bare, writhing in shame. In front of her, Carlene continued her naked crawl, dutifully nudging her volleyball. Poor Danny was still stroking himself silly, unable to climax under the bizarre circumstances, even with the intermittent encouragement from Carlene's tongue. On the floor, Michael remained behind the bar, swishing about in his frilly maid’s outfit as he mixed cocktails. Around him, four naked, red-faced girls scurried about, serving the delighted guests.
Tommy looked over to Sister Ruth, stretched out on her hands and knees, making another slow revolution around the table. All four of her cheeks took on a matching reddish hue.
He turned his gaze back up to the stage, where the beautiful Miss Richards danced with abandon, her curvaceous, naked body undulating to the beat of the music. Above her the big screen displayed incriminating footage of her passionately servicing Sister Ruth, who was in the throes of orgasm.
Then he looked to his immediate right at Molly's beaming face and realized there was still one person he looked forward to stripping that night. He pictured the two of them in his bed, experiencing the unbridled passion that he knew awaited them.
He took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and allowed himself a satisfied smile—a smile derived from total fulfillment.
“Beautiful. Just beautiful,” Tommy said aloud to nobody in particular.
End
