Chapter 11 by earpsrhot

Does the performance get even more frisky? Do the Earp sisters ever get a break?

The show's over, but there are consequences

As soon as the looped song began to die down, Waverly ran off the stage, Wynonna hot on her heels. The crowd's cheers were deafening. Waverly was bright red as she made it to where she'd lost her clothes what felt like years ago.

"Waves," Wynonna said.

Waverly squealed and looked down, hiding her blazing cheeks by pulling her top down. She'd never thought hiding her face would be more of a priority than hiding her body, but then she'd never imagined feeling this utterly mortified.

"Waves!" Wynonna said again. "We're going to have to talk y'know."

"I can't help it!" Waverly squeaked. She kept her top pulled up over her face. It couldn't go as usual, but exposing her midriff felt like nothing after so long stark naked on stage.

"Yeah, that really needs to be talked about too," Wynonna said.

"It's like something just... wants me to do things," Waverly said. "And I do without thinking. Coming here. Dancing. Ending up naked, and then you..."

"Wait, seriously?"

Waverly nervously pulled her top all the way down. She'd already pulled her pants up, her underwear in her pocket. She hadn't been patient enough to get into that before getting decent. Wynonna meanwhile only had her pants on, topless but looking at Waverly with a look of concern.

Waverly sighed in relief. Somehow she'd been able to say it too. It was like, after the mortifying display in there, the... thing had curled up and relaxed, taking a break from humiliating her and controlling her. She just hoped it would last.

"I wouldn't do it otherwise!" Waverly squealed.

"Okay, okay," Wynonna said. "Tell you what. Let's see if we can do something to help."