"Especially the ladies."

“Ladies and gentlemen,” says Meg, into the microphone. Several more hours have passed. The naked lesbians have finally been let go from the spanking machine, after quite a lot of spanking, and pressed into service as waitresses. Beth and Kitty have been freed from their jobs as waitresses, and given their turn in the spanking machine. Now all the girls are waitresses, though very red-bottomed ones. “Especially the ladies. This has been a great party, hasn’t it?”

Enthusiastic cheers from all corners of the crowd, except the waitresses. Dean Treadwell waves her glass in the air and shouts “Bravo!”

“And I’d like to say a very special thank you to my three best friends,” says Meg, pointing at Lily, Beth and Kitty, who huddle together on the floor, scowling and squirming as they’re bombarded with wolf-whistles and cheers. “Plus the naked lesbians, who have been a real hoot.”

“Fuck you!” shouts Ki.

“Haha, that’s right, you love it. Now, we’ve all had a blast. But there’s one thing I think we’re still missing. One thing I’ve wanted to do the whole evening long. I’ve been resisting temptation, waiting for the moment to be just right.” Meg looks out at the crowd, the hundreds of lovely women in beautiful evening gowns and the men looking good in tuxedos. Wealthy donors, famous socialites, art world celebrities who’ve flown in across half the country. Some of the richest, best-respected and most influential women in America are here in the Downknicker Gallery, before the film students, the official event photographers and all the paparazzi who’ve secretly snuck in. She’s pretty sure that’s Scarlett Johansson at the buffet, loading up on shrimp.

“Distinguished guests,” she says. “I’ve got a very special surprise for you coming up. And I think you’re all going to like it. Photographers, get ready, okay? You won’t want to miss this. Now I’m going to count down from ten and when I get to zero, I want you all to throw your hands up in the air and shout ‘Surprise!’.”

“I fully endorse this!” shouts the Dean.

“Great to have you on board, Lucinda. Is everyone ready? Ten… nine… eight…”

“Seven… six… five… four…” chants the crowd.

“Three… two… one… SURPRISE!”

“SURPRI-EEEEEEEEEK!”

“That was really predictable,” you say, into Meg’s ear, as the gleeful cameramen start snapping away. Every single woman in the room, except for Meg, has just been stripped completely naked, and they don’t seem to like it very much. “I’m surprised they didn’t see it coming.”

“That’s not the real surprise.”

“It’s not?”

“No,” says Meg, as a swarm of icecubes levitates out of the drinks chest next to the buffet. “What, you think I’m already out of ideas? I’ve got all these lovely girls to play with. The night’s still young.”