A strip club

Mackenzie tried to make herself as small as possible as Rachel and her friends marched her through the parking lot of their destination. The asphalt was rough and hot on Mackenzie's bare feet, just another reminder of her absolute nudity. There was some small mercy in the group's formation; the other women had circled around Mackenzie as they walked, obscuring the naked redhead from view of any bystanders that might look their way.

As she was pushed forward into the building, Mackenzie became immediately aware of the change in atmosphere. Music thumped throughout the building, the lights were low, and the air was thick with exotic smells. Catching glimpses of her surroundings from between the bodies of her tormentors, Mackenzie's heart sank as she saw other women in a similar state of dress to herself. The main difference was that these women were clearly far more comfortable with their condition.

Mackenzie had been taken to a strip club.

Before the redhead could process the implications of this, she found herself shoved firmly against the bar top, face-to-face with what she could only assume was the establishment's manager. With a shriek she quickly threw her arms over her bare breasts, her cheeks flushing red as she practically felt herself being ogled.

"Well, I must say this isn't the kind of group we normally get." the manager said, giving Mackenzie a once-over before looking to the rest of the group. "Can I help you ladies?"

"Actually, we're here to help you!" Rachel began, giving Mackenzie no chance to speak up. "How would you like to advertise a special amateur show?"

The manager's eyes lit up. "Amatuer, huh? Well, your friend here is certainly eager enough, but she'll need an outfit. It's not much of a strip club if the performers just walk out on stage already naked, you know?"

"Of course, of course." Rachel said, waving a hand lazily at the statement. "Just give us the paperwork and we'll discuss the show she'll be doing afterwards."

The manager nodded, stepping away and leaving the group to themselves for a brief time.

"Rachel, I can't-" Mackenzie began, only to find herself silenced by Rachel's hand over her mouth.

"I don't give a shit what you don't want to do." Rachel started. "You don't get to have an opinion anymore, you got that? And any protest gets your tits shown off to a lot of people you have to see regularly. This building is a bunch of strangers. Which would you prefer?"

The silence that followed (helped perhaps by Rachel's hand remaining over Mackenzie's mouth) was all the agreement Rachel needed to hear. Not long after, the manager returned with a stack of papers and a pen. Goaded on by a threatening glare from Rachel, Mackenzie signed everywhere it was needed with a shaky hand.

"Wonderful, that's all the forms signed! Now, what does your tight little friend have in mind for her show? We've got a number of options I'd love to discuss..." the manager began, flashing a devious smile at Rachel. "Maybe I could convince you to do more than just a single show?"