Deena loses the blouse

"My plan is simple," said Angela, as Deena reluctantly handed over the white blouse. She stood in the middle of the supermarket, rendered topless for the second time that day, illuminated by the fluorescent lights, feeling a blush spring to her cheeks as she felt herself reduced to just her uniform trousers.

"Perhaps you could all turn your backs," she suggested, and was completely ignored. The women, and Pete, were all looking at her with considerable curiosity. The eyes of a college student with pink hair and a nose ring were fixed on her cleavage. She scowled, and hugged her strong arms closer to her full dark-nippled breasts.

Angela shrugged the blouse on over her yellow bra, grateful to be decently clad again, and smiled as she regarded her bare-breasted enemy.

"Raise your hands," she said.

"Why on earth would I do that?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No!"

"The monsters want to humiliate us," Angela said. "They're perverts. They'll get in here sooner or later, and when they do, they'll take away all our clothes and make us their toys. Unless we give them a sacrifice."

"A sacrifice?"

"We have to give them what they want. We have to give them shame."

"That doesn't make any sense," protested Deena, as the women and Pete nodded their heads in approval. "We have to work together to get out of here! We can't just give somebody up to the mist!"

"We can if it means everyone else gets to keep their dignity."

"But you don't know if it will even work!"

"We have to take a chance," said Angela. "Isn't that what you said, before you send Shannon out to be stripped? Of course, if you don't want to co-operate..."

Deena gulped.

She glanced at the plate glass windows, looking at the swirling mist. Occasionally, strange shapes moved in it. Some looked almost like women. Others looked like tentacles.

She looked at the faces of the other shoppers. The students, the hairdressers, the cheerleaders, the country girls, Pete. She didn't see an ounce of compassion in any of them. Except maybe in Pete, although it wasn't stopping him from checking out her tits.

She took a deep breath.

She slowly raised her arms above her head, letting her breasts fall free, and revealing her large dark nipples to the crowd. Wolf-whistles rang in the air as she stood there, biting her lip, enduring their gaze. Some of these women were strangers. Others she'd known for years. All of them were having the time of their lives, feasting their eyes on her naked breasts.

"A good start," said Angela. "Now, bounce."