The Dress Code

The Christmas Episode - Part 2

With that stupid goth bitch out of the way, I was ready to do what I came here to do. First off, far too much clothing on these women.

For example, this redhead chick right here was wearing a whole entire T-shirt.

"Excuse me, but I'm enforcing the dress code at this party tonight, and you're not showing enough skin," I said authoritatively to her.

"Excuse you?" her blonde friend said, "This is my party, we don't have a dress code"

But I had already started cutting up the redhead's outfit. I cut her shirt into an ultra-short crop top, stopping just below her nipples. Much better. Of course, the bra kind of ruins it. Snip, into the trash with that.

"Listen, what's your name?"

"Erica"

"Listen, Erica, this is my party now. So you can either adhere to my dress code, or I'll make you adhere to my dress code like your little redhead friend here." I continued working as I talked, and the redhead stared down at the tattered remains of her shirt on the floor and starting to feel very exposed. I lifted up her skirt. Yep, just as I suspected. This girl was such a prude that she was wearing both panties AND a skirt.

"Fine. I don't want you ruining my expensive clothes, so I'll fix my outfit myself" Erica said, caving to my demands. It's easier for both of us this way. I yanked the redhead's skirt down off her slender legs.

"Here, this is your new shirt. And take off your bra" I commanded Erica, brandishing the scissors to remind her it was going to happen either way. She grabbed the skirt and started heading off somewhere private to change. I grabbed her arm to stop her.

"No. Do it here." I asserted. She grumbled, but complied, pulling off her shirt and donning the skirt, then unclasping her bra. It turns out that skirts do not make very good shirts. Who would've known? With her arms at her sides, it reached down just far enough to cover her nipples. She experimentally lifted her arms, and the skirt rode up, flashing her supple breasts at me.

"You look perfect," I grinned at her, "Now take off your pants and go tell everyone about the dress code. If anyone gives you trouble, you let me know."

She pulled off her pants and then walked off to put her clothes somewhere safe. The whole time, she kept her arms pinned firmly to her sides. It was like a form of bondage, but instead of being held in place by ropes, she's held in place her desire to not humiliate herself by flashing her tits at people.

Brad finally returned from the bathroom and walked up to me with the biggest smile on his face.

"That was fuckin awesome, bro." he said enthusiastically giving me a high five, "She really got into it, struggling against her restraints and everything. But I just gave her a good slap and started **** her and she quieted down. I can't believe she didn't use her safeword after I stuck my beer bottle in her pussy while I fucked her ass! She straight up took that DP like a champ bro. So, do I just send in anyone, or what?"

"Yep, anyone you want."

Erica returned from putting her clothes away and turned off the music. The party chatter stopped, and everyone looked around. Erica clinked a glass a few times, and everyone turned to look at her. There were gasps and murmurs as they saw how she was dressed.

"Hey, sisters. It's time to spice this party up! So unless you're already dressed like Lexi over here," she announced, gesturing at a girl wearing fishnets and shorts that looked more like panties and crop top with sheer sleeves, "then it's time to strip down to your underwear!"

A cheer went up from the dudes, who immediately started removing their shirts. I guess they figured the girls would be more likely to join in if all the dudes did it as well.

"Hell yah, bro, this party just keeps getting better!" Brad said enthusiastically before heading over to his friend to spread the news of the free use whore in the bathroom.

A lot more of the girls than I expected seemed down to join in and began stripping down. But a bunch were also glancing around, looking pretty uncomfortable with this sudden turn of events.

My eyes, however, were stuck on Lexi. Erica was right, I wouldn't change a thing about this girl's outfit. Well, almost. I walked up behind her and groped her ass to say hi.

But before I could even give her ass a proper squeeze, she smacked my hand away.

"Don't grope me, asshole"

The fuck. I started to panic. How the hell did she attribute that to me? Is this when it all finally comes crashing down?

But then she turned around and looked right past me. She glanced around with a confused look on her face. There wasn't anyone else behind her.

"Sorry, I thought I felt someone groping me. I didn't mean to hit you" she says.

"That's ok. I would have deserved it. I can't believe some dudes think they just have carte blanche to grope you just because you're dressed like a whore," I say, shaking my head as I lift her top up over her tits. I give her nipples a pinch for emphasis as I say the word "whore".

"I'm not a whore" she says defensively.

"Sure, whatever you say." There was one thing I wanted to add to her outfit. Nipple clamps. I pull some out of my bag and hang them around her neck, then I attach them to her nipples, twisting the screws to adjust how tight they were. In this configuration, the clamps would prevent her from pulling her shirt back down and covering her tits.

"If you can get a guy to cum on your tits before the party is over, I'll remove the nipple clamps for you. Now get out there and live up to the promise you made to everyone here by wearing that outfit." I say, giving her a hard smack on the ass and walking off. I need to deal with the stragglers who still haven't stripped.