Chapter 7 by Rowenar

Should she stay in the club?

No, she regains control and runs

Sheer humiliation won out. Either that, or the thing that was controlling her just wanted to see her reaction. Either way Waverly found herself in command of her body again.

She dropped her pompoms without realising, the shock of control catching her off-guard. She couldn’t focus on anything.

She was naked, and more than that, she’d just paraded her body around, shown herself off, even given some stranger a lap-dance. And oh god, people were still around, she was still in the club-

“How much?” a man neared her, eyeing her openly.

Oh god. She just needed to get away-

Waverly squeaked, and ran, tearing up from the humiliation as she did. She just ran, and couldn’t say if she picked the direction or if she’d been influenced.

The all-consuming need to get away from all those eyes filled her, the countless leers of the strip club, the people who might be replaying her degrading ‘cheerleading’ over and over in their heads.

She wove through the crowd, half-pushing when she had to, desperation overwhelming her. Gratefully she broke out of the stifling club, the site of so much exposure, gasping at the fresh air.

She sobbed, just thinking of how many people had seen her, not even holding back tears at that point. On stage, off stage, even when she’d run everything had been on display, and-

A wolf whistle dragged her out of her panicked reverie; a slight scream escaped her lips.

Oh god, no, it wasn’t over. She’d run outside, yes, but it was still daylight, and she was still-

She glanced down, shrieking again, and starting to run.

Her clothes were still in the club. But oh god, she didn’t want to go back in there, not ever. The thought alone made her shudder. Too much had happened.

Just run.

She cried, and she kept moving, every catcall and whoop at her naked body making her whimper.

She just wanted it to be over.