Angela's revenge

Deena grasped the white blouse more tightly around herself, suddenly aware that the nipples of her full breasts were visible through the thin fabric. Her eyes darted between the faces of the women, hoping to find the tiniest shred of mercy.

"Listen," she said. "I know my plan wasn't perfect, but we had to take a chance. At least we've learned something. Maybe if somebody goes out there wrapped in tinfoil..."

"You want to send us all out there, one by one!"

"To get tickled!"

"And spanked!"

"And have all our clothes taken off!"

"You must be out of your mind!"

"Now, now, girls," said Angela, pulling up her pants. Deena really didn't like the way the other woman's eyes were crawling over her, or the way she twirled the handcuffs around on the end of her finger. "Deena just made a tiny little mistake, that's all. But I think it's time for someone with a cooler head to take charge."

"That's right!"

"Angela's the leader!"

"Not Deena!"

"Come on, ladies. We can't put Angela in charge. Don't you remember that time she ran an illegal casino out of City Hall? We need someone a little more, you know..."

"A little more what? A little more in league with the monsters?"

"I'm not in league with the monsters!"

"That's exactly what someone who was in league in the monsters would say!"

"Please, citizens, calm down." Angela raised a hand for silence, keeping the other cupped over her bra-clad breasts. She smirked at Deena, who was now standing in the middle of a rapidly-closed circle of women and Pete. "I'm sure Deena's not in league with the monsters. She's a state trooper, after all. There's absolutely no reason to throw her out into the mist."

"Throw me out into the mist? You can't do that!"

"That's what I said. Anyway, I have a much better plan. But first, I believe you have something that belongs to me."

"I don't think I..."

Deena looked at Angela's yellow bra, then down at her own breasts, decently clad in the white blouse. "Oh," she said, and gulped. "That."

"Of course," said Angela, grinning, "there's always the mist if you say no."