"I'll be keeping all my clothes on tonight."

“Hi, Roxy. How’s business?”

“Can’t complain,” says Roxy, to Ki, who’s just walked into the Peach Pit. The grungy lesbian biker bar on the outskirts of Waxford is just starting to open up for the evening. Gretchen and The Viper are shooting pool in the corner. “Got your clothes on today, Ki, I see.”

“Very funny, Roxy.”

“Pity. The bunny costume was cute.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hate to disappoint you, Roxy, but I’ll be keeping all my clothes on tonight.”

“That’s what you think,” says Roxy, pulling a freeze ray out from behind the counter. “Frat boys sold me this little baby. Best fifty bucks I ever spent. Doesn’t work on dudes, though, I tried it. Where are you going?” She zaps Ki before the curvy punk can get out the door, picks her up and carts her back to the center of the room. Gretchen and The Viper put down their pool cues.

“There’s going to be, like, eighty people here tonight! Zap one of them!”

“But, Ki, I like zapping you.” Roxy tugs Ki’s jeans down over her plump thighs, exposing purple panties with a black Venus symbol on the front. She slaps Ki’s full, round, jiggly ass and leaves her standing there in her black tank top with her pants down, gritting her teeth as Gretchen and The Viper high-five. “Stay right there, girl. Let’s make some money.”

“What? No!”

Ki scowls as Roxy snaps a few pictures, then uploads to the bar’s social media with the caption “Look who I caught! #NoPantsNight #KiNoPants”. The likes and comments begin to pour in. “Should be a busy night,” says Roxy, taking hold of Ki’s waistband and giving her a playful wedgie as the punk fumes. “Can you take care of her for a second, ladies? I gotta do something important.”

“Sure,” says Gretchen, a hungry gleam in her eyes as she and The Viper advance on Ki, turning their backs on Roxy. “What is it?”

“This,” says Roxy, zapping them both with the freeze ray. She positions them next to Ki in the middle of the bar floor, ignoring their anguished howls of protest and growled promises of terrible vengeance. She pulls down Gretchen’s leather skirt, revealing a sexy black thong, and The Viper’s camo trousers, revealing pink frilly panties trimmed with lace. She pauses.

“Interesting,” she says.

“I… I…” The Viper spits on the floor, and fixes Roxy with a stare that could freeze small animals in their tracks. “Puta estúpida! I don’t have to explain anything to you!”

“To me? No. To the three hundred people who just replied to my post, saying they’ll definitely be coming tonight… we’ll see.”

“No. NO! UNFREEZE ME RIGHT NOW! I’LL HAVE YOUR ASS SHIPPED TO TIJUANA, YOU STUPID FUCKING…” The Viper’s voice trails off into silence. Roxy has activated the “silence” function on the freeze ray, depriving her of the ability to talk.

“Viper always did have too high an opinion of herself,” she says, as the bell over the door rings. “Hey, more customers!”

“Wow, I can’t believe we’ve never been here!”

“What a cute little dive bar!”

“Oh my god, do those girls have their pants down?”

“And they’re not allowed to move! That’s priceless! Hahaha!”

It’s a long night for Ki, Gretchen and The Viper, standing stiff in the middle of the bar with their jeans and skirts around their ankles and their panties on display as more and more sassy lesbian guests (plus a few curious straight girls) begin to trickle in.

At first, all the guests do is stand around and tease them while they complain and blush. But they get bolder as the night goes on. Hands begin to pinch, grope and squeeze the three prisoners’ panty-clad asses. Ki gets more playful wedgies. She squirms as her buttocks are exposed, hating every second, but that only encourages the horny sapphic mob.

About an hour in, Roxy produces a bunch of leather floggers from the secret sex drawer underneath the bar, and stands handing them out. The prisoners squeal in discomfort as they’re whipped by, and in front of, dozens of giggling girls. Gretchen’s buttocks, exposed by the thong, rapidly grow red, and Ki’s given more wedgies to ensure she too can feel the kiss of leather on her naked flesh.

But, soon enough, the girls decide to make life easier by lowering the three trembling angry captives’ panties down around their knees, finally exposing their tender and clearly very wet pussies to the ogling crowd.

Ki and Gretchen both howl in protest at this latest indignity, struggling against the freeze field as Ki’s green-dyed landing strip and Gretchen’s dirty blonde bush are exposed to all the laughing lusty ladies in her bar. The Viper can’t make a sound as her bush of silky black curls is bared, but the expression on her face says it all.

Roxy spins the flogger.

She whacks it against The Viper’s strong naked brown bottom, driving the Latina mercenary almost insane with rage as Roxy whips her again and again. She doesn’t quit until the tough warrior woman’s ass is glowing bright red for the whole bar to see. Ki and Gretchen get their own bare bottoms flogged by total strangers, yelping and protesting while dozens of phone cameras document the whole scene.

Roxy leaves the floggers to it while she goes rooting around in the sex drawer for something. She finds it. She pulls out a large cardboard box, and dumps it out onto a pool table. Vibrators and dildos spill all over the green baize.

“We’re going to play a game,” she announces to the eager room. “Grab a cock and form a line.”

The game is simple. Each girl has thirty seconds to tease Ki, Gretchen or The Viper however she sees fit. If the victim cums, she loses. So the idea is to get her as close as possible without going over the line, so the girl after you will lose, and has to pay the forfeit.

“Aw, nuts,” says Rachel, a curious straight girl with big boobs and curly dark hair, as Ki shudders in bliss before her, Rachel’s pink dildo still thrust deep inside her. “I barely touched her. Can I… EEEK!” Parvati, a lesbian with a thick dark ponytail, has grabbed her jeans and yanked them down around her ankles.

“No pants for losers!”

“Eeiiaah!”

So that’s how it goes. Each loser of the game is stripped out of her pants and panties, protesting hotly, before all the phone-wielding girls in the sadistic sapphic mob. Some girls, wearing dresses, end up in just their shoes and bras.

Roxy confiscates all the removed garments, and stores them in a locked drawer under the bar, meaning the losers are going to have to spend the rest of the evenings with their bottoms bare. Also, they each owe her one karaoke song of her choice.

Oddly, the curious straight girls seem to be unusually bad at the game. So, after some time has passed, there’s a line of straight girls bent over the long Peach Pit bar with no pants on and their bare naked bottoms in the air, before a cheering mob of lesbians wielding floggers, paddles, vibrators and strap-ons. Shenanigans ensue.