“What about you, Blair?”

“After all, you seem to be the ringleader of this little operation.” “Please, don’t!” Blair whined back. “Funny, you didn’t ask OUR consent when you were humiliating US,” Daphne responded, threateningly brandishing the pair of scissors that Blair herself had brought for the purpose of stripping people.

“Let us go and we’ll erase the videos. We promise!”

“Darling, that ship has already sailed; we have the camera now.” Gia said, focusing in on Blair.

“So, where to start?” Daphne said. “Let’s see if you are up to your own impossible standards.”

“At least turn off the camera, we can negotiate,” Blair pleaded. “The time for negotiation was over the minute you pied me and tore off my costume. Now let’s see what you’ve got under yours!”

Tearing off the belt and breastplate, Daphne used the scissors to cut off the top part of Blair’s costume, revealing a fit torso topped with large but perky breasts.

“You could have just told me you wanted to see what a real woman looks like,” Blair said angrily, “not a flabby porker like you!” Daphne dug for a comeback, but was left in shock…so far Blair looked the same under the costume.

“OK, maybe THIS will reveal something!” Daphne said, as she tugged out the blue bottoms and, with a few strategic cuts, removed them from Blair’s body. Daphne frowned as she revealed muscular thighs and a tiny, well-groomed strip of pubic hair.

“Like what you see, fatso?” Blair taunted. “You’re naked!” was the only comeback Daphne could muster. Maddie handed her a pie. At least she’d derive satisfaction from that.

Daphne plastered the creamy pastry all over Blair’s stunning features. As the crust fell to the floor, a dollop of cream landed in the space between her breasts. “You bitch!” Blair spat, totally dispirited.