Chapter 5 by Rowenar

Is it enough?

Nope!

Sharna's hand twitched, and once more Maggie's jeans were around her ankles. She shrieked again.

Behind her, Alex at least had time to react with more than shock, trying to stand behind her girlfriend and hide her thong-clad ass from view. She glowered across at Sharna; but Sharna just had to lift a hand and waggle her fingers to dissuade anyone from getting involved.

Stumbling, Maggie tried to pull her jeans up. She'd just gotten them past her knees when Sharna pushed them down again.

"P-please," Maggie sobbed, "You've made your point!"

"Have I?" Sharna said.

And then even Maggie's thong was shredded. She screamed again, any dignity long since lost to the embarrassment as her pussy was exposed to the bar. She tried to shift, moving an arm in front of it.

After far too long she succeeded in pulling her jeans back up; gratefully she was finally able to return to covering her tits. Tears in her eyes, she regarded Sharna.

"Say thank you," Sharna said. "I've shown them what a slut you are, after this one wears out you'll have your pick, just like you wanted."

Maggie flushed.

"It's ok," Alex murmured behind her, trying to be comforting. "Don't worry Maggie. I-"

"Do you want everyone to know what kind of panties you've got on?" Sharna said to her. Then, a cruel grin on her face, she turned back to Maggie. "As for you..."

Pride forgotten, Maggie ran. Ok being topless out on the street wasn't her idea of fun, but it was better than being in here with a psycho telekinetic ex.

She was halfway to the door when her jeans were again yanked to her ankles, tripping her. She fell to the floor, sprawling, her bare ass thrust up and a squeak escaping her lips. Whimpering, she hurried to try and get to her feet.

Fuck. Shoes and socks aside, those tight jeans were her sole remaining garment.

"We're not done," Sharna said, moving forwards.