Stacy's Public Humiliation

[Raiden312]

Stacy was a beautiful, statuesque blonde standing at 5'10 and 25 years old. She worked at a strip club as a bartender. While the men enjoyed the sight of the naked dancers, many of them enjoyed seeing Stacy. She'd always where a tank top and short-shorts. So many flirted with her and asked her out on dates, all of which she turned down. It was frustrating for the men, who wanted Stacy to be someone more than just the woman who served them drinks. The customers would talk to the club manager and asked him to make Stacy dance on stage naked. At first, the manager told them "no", knowing Stacy didn't want to participate in such activity.

One day, Stacy gave the manager two weeks notice that she was quitting. The manager decided to grant the customers their wish on her last day of work. She was working behind the bar as usual. The manager walked up to her. "Hey, Stacy", he asked. "Yeah?" she said. "Since it's your last day, do you mind doing something special, to say goodbye to our regular customers?" he said. "Sure. What'd you have in mind?" she asked. "Could you give a farewell speech on stage, please? Just talk about how much you enjoyed working here and stuff?" he answered. "I guess so. Right now?" she said. "Yes. If you need a few minutes..." he said. "I'll go up in two minutes. Just let me finish serving a few guys", she said. "Great. Thank you", he said and left the bar area. Shortly after, the manager's voice boomed on the club speakers. "Attention all guests! As you may know, our beloved bartender Stacy is retiring from her position here. And she has a nice farewell speech to give us!" he said. Stacy walked onto the stage with a microphone in her hand as everyone cheered and applauded. "Thanks, everyone! I've worked here for four years and i can say it's been a great experience. Most of our customers are good people. I enjoyed listening to what they have to say, whether it's their problems or their accomplishments. I myself have accomplished something great. I've found my dream job working as a graphic design artist and I can't wait to start next week!" she said.

The manager walked on stage with two of the bouncers. "Well, it sounds like this place isn't good enough for Stacy! She's too proud to keep serving the likes of you!" he said into his microphone. Some mock groans sounded from the guests. "Someone so arrogant should be taken down a peg! WOULDN'T YOU AGREE?!" he added. Some cheers sounded. "What're you doing?" Stacy asked him. "Giving them the show they've always wanted!" he responded. He looked at the bouncers and nodded. One grabbed her ankles and the other grabbed her wrists as she dropped the microphone. "What the hell?!" she exclaimed. "You've seen our dancers in all their glory, now feast your eyes on Stacy!" he said just before he grabbed her tank top. The bouncer forced her arms upward and the top was pulled off exposing her white bra. "What the fuck?!" she yelled as the cheers sounded, her face blushing in embarrassment. "Just an ordinary white bra folks! But don't worry! The best is yet to come!" the manager said.

Next, he yanked down her shorts revealing her long, delicious legs and white panties. The embarrassment rushed through her veins as she stood half-naked with her pants around her ankles. The bouncer raised her feet individually so the manager could take away her pants. "Now it's time for the main event! The moment you've all been waiting for!" the manager's voice boomed. He removed her bra exposing her a-cup breasts and Stacy screamed. Her heart raced in her chest. Her body quivered and burned with humiliation. "Oh my! What a flat chest! I admire your courage to not get implants!" he taunted. Then he yanked down her panties exposing her blonde pussy. "At least the drapes match the carpet!" he said. The entire audience cheered and whistled. Stacy lowered her head as her face contorted. Tears streaked down her face as she whimpered. The weight of the humiliation was crushing her heart. She had no choice but to endure the shame of being naked in a room full of strip club guests. Struggling was no good. The bouncers controlled her completely. The manager gave her clothes including her bra and panties to a bouncer at the foot of the stage. "Alright, Stacy. You want your clothes back, right?" he said just before he put the mic up to her mouth. "Y-yes" she whimpered quietly. "Sorry, I can't hear you!" he said. "YES!" she shouted. "No problem! You do a sexy dance number and you can have them back! I'll get some music started" he said as left the the stage.

Soon, the song "Shakin Hands" by Nickelback started playing. Stacy awkwardly started dancing, moving her hips, turning around and moving her ass seductively and the guests went wild. She cried as she moved. The humiliation was overwhelming. It burned down to every fiber of her being. The shame dominated her mind. She could see many guests record her with their phones. She climbed the pole and gave the best pole dance she could, trying to copy what she saw the dancers do. When she finished on the pole, she continued to move and twist her body for the last 40 seconds of the song. The room roared with applause and cheers when the song ended. "Very nice, Stacy! One last thing, turn around and bend over. Try and touch your toes!" he ordered. Stacy obeyed. She bent over exposing her pussy from behind. "Meow! What a sexy view! I'd love to lick that!" he said. Stacy's whimpering turned into sobbing. She dropped to her knees and continued to sob like a lost child. Every inch of her naked body was displayed against her will. There was nothing she could do but endure the shame. Her spirit was crushed and she was thoroughly humiliated. "Now would our beloved regular Mark come up here please?" the manager said, back on the stage. Mark, the customer who knew Stacy the longest walked on stage. He and the manager had an understanding on what he could do after her dance. "Go ahead, Mark! Give her something she won't ever forget!"

Mark walked up to the crouched and sobbing Stacy. He turned her so their sides faced the audience. He planted his mouth on hers and gave her a juicy kiss. Stacy was so weak she didn't fight back though she wish she did. Afterwards, Mark sat down on the stage and laid her across his lap, facedown. He spanked her ass repeatedly until it was red. She screamed and sobbed even louder as the audience enjoyed the humiliating spectacle. He let her go and left the stage. "Thank you Stacy! We wish you the best as you start your new job! Jesse has your clothes for you by the entrance" the manager said. She shamefully walked off the stage, through the crowd of horny men as they cheered and clapped. A few spanked her as she walked past. Jesse, another regular was standing by the entrance holding her clothes. As she approached him, he ran outside holding his clothes. "Hey!" she shouted. Jesse ran down the street into the dusk. Stacy pursued him down the street. She realized she was exposing herself to the general public now and the emotional pain surged in her. Jesse was tall and able to run very fast but she was able to keep up. Some pedestrians wolf-whistled at her while others made lewd comments which included: "Nice ass, baby!" "Damn, girl! Why don't you chase me?" "I just love naked blondes!"

Stacy's diaphragm spasmed as she chased Jesse. She could see people recording her with their phones. She realized she was a public spectacle! Her private parts were now public and she was going to have to live with that for the rest of her life. As she chased Jesse for what seemed like an eternity, he gave up and dropped her clothes behind him. She got dressed and felt utterly defeated. She made her way home and when she got there, she crashed facedown on her bed crying. Soon the internet would know what she looked like naked. She'd never live it down. The humiliation was permanently etched into her memory.

[mikewozere]

Nice story.
I'd have loved it if her boyfriend had turned up to collect her on her last day, only to find her naked on stage!

[D74]

I wonder if this night will catch up to her at her new job?

[Raiden312]

Nice story.
I'd have loved it if her boyfriend had turned up to collect her on her last day, only to find her naked on stage!

Interesting idea. Like he sees her naked and says "What the hell are you doing here naked?" and all she can do is run into his arms sobbing?

[Raiden312]

I wonder if this night will catch up to her at her new job?

Maybe not on the first day. But one day a coworker will bring it up.