"NAKED ROXY NIGHT!"

Roxy, blonde barmaid at the Peach Pit, the rough lesbian biker bar on the outskirts of Waxford, is alone in the bar. She’s a buxom, curvy woman in tight jeans and a low-cut blouse. It’s pleasant to watch her scrub the bar down, pluck cigarette stubs off the pool tables and bend over to pick crushed beer cans up off the floor, preparing to open up the joint as the sun goes down.

“I just need to work off some steam,” says Meg, as Roxy puts on a Bikini Kill playlist and starts dancing around shaking her ass. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all.”

“MMFFF!”

A few minutes later, somebody raps on the door, and finds it’s been left unlocked. Bikini Kill is still playing. Gretchen, dirty blonde biker in a leather jacket, walks in. Three of her friends are with her, all looking tough in their sunglasses and bandanas.

She stops. She stares.

“Hey,” she says, a broad grin spreading across her face. “Roxy’s NAKED!”

“MMMFFF!” wails Roxy, helplessly, as the biker lesbians approach with predatory grins on their faces. She’s spread-eagled on the pool table, tied down, gagged with her own panties. USE ME has been written in lipstick on her stomach, with an arrow pointing to her pussy.

Gretchen places one hand between her legs and begins to fondle her pussy, before plunging two fingers deep inside her. Roxy shrieks and yanks on the ropes that bind her wrists and ankles. They don’t budge. The other biker girls laugh nastily as they start squeezing Roxy’s breasts, pinching her nipples, doing their best to make her squeal.

“We can’t keep this to ourselves,” says Gretchen, pulling her fingers out of Roxy’s pussy and licking them clean. She picks up Roxy’s phone. She takes five or six pictures of squirming nude Roxy, ignoring her protests, and uploads them to all the bar’s social media accounts, with the message NAKED ROXY NIGHT! GET OVER HERE NOW! She gets a few close-ups of Roxy’s bare pink dripping vulva, as well as the USE ME graffiti, and posts them as well.

“Should be a fun evening,” she says. She sets the phone to vibrate whenever Roxy gets a social media notification, and shoves it between Roxy’s legs, holding it in place so the buxom blonde barmaid can feel the buzz of attention. “Now let’s have some private fun with her before the rush arrives.”