She attacks them.

Shairi looked around. The bartender was clearly not going to intervene – in fact he looked pleased to have a front row seat for a free strip show. If anyone was going to do something about this, it’d have to be her. And the whole thing was making her angry. She stood up, wielding the stick she’d picked up earlier in both hands, and bashed the knife-holder.

In retrospect it was not the wisest thing to do. Shairi was a slender girl, and even putting all her strength into it the blow only succeeded in angering the man. He roared with pain and surprise, and delivered a backhanded slap that knocked the staff from her hands and sent her reeling to the floor.

“Crazy cunt!” he shouted.

The other man laughs. “Looks like another slut wants to play!” He drew his own blade, and gestured to her to join the redhead. “You get dancing too. Do a good enough job, and maybe we won’t make too much of a mess of your tight little holes.”

Physical **** had been a bad idea. Shairi decided to try cunning, a resource she had in abundance.

Shairi stepped up to the bard. Then, to everyone’s surprise, she reached forward to grab the woman’s breasts, squeezing them as she locked her lips to the stunned redhead’s. As she expected, the mercenaries roared with lustful glee at the display. And the noise was enough to cover Shairi’s urgent whisper: “Put on a show. Get them off guard.”

The woman’s eyes widened, and Shairi hoped she’d got the message. Without another look at her ‘dance partner’, she took a strutting step forward and tossed her head back, running her fingers though her hair.

She had done this before, of course – her mistress had often made her strip for her and her guests. She’d hated the humiliation, but she’d actually found the dancing itself quite fun, and she enjoyed the way the audience would stop what they were doing to stare hungrily at her when she got to the really sexy parts.

She swayed her hips, closing her eyes as she ran a rhythm through her head. Of course, her delicate, sensuous motions wouldn’t interest these two brutes, so it didn’t take her long to lift the hem of her shirt, exposing a teasing glimpse of the bottoms of her breasts.

One by one she undid her shirt buttons, showing more and more flesh. Then, once it hung open, she pulled it off her in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. The thugs cheered as she began to caress her already hard nipples with her fingertips.

“Hell with this!” one of them announced. “It’s been years since I’ve had a bitch that fine. I’m damned if I’m waiting!”