Depends on Your Point of View

“If you won’t come out, we’ll come and get you!” shouted Jessica. Amber turned and grabbed the long gaff used to retrieve ripped and torn clothing out of the mud pit. Still with some mud in her eyes and in the dim lighting of the club, she could barely make out a pair glaringly pasty, chunky white legs under a swath of white panties, partially covered by what looked like Stephanie’s green dress.

Jess enjoyed going 'commando' so she deliberately moved in tight with Amber's nude body in order to 'coach' her and help steady the unwieldy pole. Amber aimed blindly in the direction of the ‘white whale’ and lunged.

“EEEPP” came a mousy squeak. “Oh, yeah. I hit pay dirt!” Shouted Amber and yanked back on the gaff. RIIIIIIP! Amber fell backwards into Jess' naked crotch and Jess seized the opportunity to grope Amber’s breasts and haunches, cooing “You OK, love?”

Puzzled at what she found at the end of the gaff, she didn’t notice Jessica’s amorous moves.

“Looks like Stephanie just lost her panties. Ha, ha, ha! I pulled her part of the way out too. I can see that fat, jiggly ass of hers now. Time for the rest.” With that, Amber started to angle in for her prey while Jess leaned in with her from behind, ostensibly to steady her aim but in fact to put one arm around Amber’s flabby belly and pull her naked body in closer to her throbbing snatch.

The ice cold metal head of the wobbling gaff struck the luckless woman full in the twat making her yelp: “My pussy!!” eliciting howls of laughter as she clenched her butt cheeks when the metal head slid on up her ass crack and along her back, hooking her bra. It was no match for Amber and Jess as they tugged. The resistance was just momentary as it easily tore off.

“Oh God, my bra!! My clothes!! STOP!! STOP this!! I’m naked! HEEELP!”

Seeing it dangling from the end of the gaff, the throng was in stitches now.

“Hook her shoe straps for a better grip!’ Ordered Jess.

As they heaved on the gaff together, slowly exposing the woman’s chunky buttocks to pointing fingers and jeering howls, she reached out and grabbed Stephanie’s torn dress.

“Let go of me you fat cow!” She yelled back.

“SHR-I-I-I-IP!! “AAAHHH!” Too late.

Once the naked figure was pulled completely out from under the dais, clutching Stephanie’s tattered dress, Jess walked up and rolled the woman over onto her back. She instinctively brought her knees up and threw an arm over her chest, as one hand cupped her snatch in a feeble attempt at modesty.

“Well, well, well. What have we here? It’s not Stephanie.” Observed a pleased Jessica. But it looks like I’ll be dining on Porky Pig soon.”

Amber blurted out: “Stephanie is still underneath the platform.”

“Shut up. She’s not going anywhere. I’ve got her dress now anyways.”

Amber watched in frozen silence as Jess began to work her hands up and down the prostrate woman’s large udders and meaty rump, pinching flesh, slapping her hands and legs away as she needed for better viewing, inspecting and checking her prize in preparation for slaughtering.

“You. With the black hoodie. Get me those curtain tie ropes at the back of the stage.” Directed Jess.

Amber knew Jessica and couldn't take her eyes off the stripped woman who probably had no idea what she was in for. She certainly didn’t come here expecting to be tonight’s entertainment.

“And you, what’s your name, honey?” As Jess seized the nude woman’s hair, deliberately shaking her around just to see her jugs quiver.

“Ulva.”

“Heh, heh. Ulva the vulva. Has a certain charm to it.” she mocked.

“You ever, ah, what’s the word...perform live?”

“Wha...wha...what do you mean, perform?”