She forces them to dance naked in front of the crowd

Originally written by Bluefish on Write.com

Oh! I know!" The redhead smiled brightly. It was a very pretty smile, but one with an unmistakable edge of malice. Pulling out her phone, she started tapping on it, and a moment music started blaring from it at full volume. Isabel recognized it as Katy Perry's Firework. "How about a little music." The redhead's smile widened. "With a dance accompaniment."

Isabel and the brunette - whose name was Rebecca - had just enough time to look at each other in horror before they were suddenly released and shoved into the center of the ring of people that had formed. Immediately they covered themselves with their hands - not that there was any point, everyone had already seen everything. Rebecca tried to grab her panties off of her head and put them back on, but the tattooed girl darted forward and snatched them from her hands. "Nice try," she mocked.

The redhead gestured at them. "Go on! You know what we want, lovelies." The corner of her mouth curled upwards. "And you're not going anywhere until you give it to us." Folding her arms, she cocked her hip to one side and tilted her head back commandingly. "Dance."

Following her lead, the crowd began clapping their hands together in time with the beat of the song. Isabel and Rebecca looked around desperately, but there was no way out - they were surrounded. Isabel's mouth was hanging open in abject terror. She had thought being naked and helpless in front of the crowd was as much humiliation as she could feel. Was she actually going to have to dance naked in public? While dozens of people recorded it and snapped photos?

"What are you waiting for?" called out one of their other tormentors - the blonde girl with the pixie cut. "You're making your fans very impatient here!" The crowd cheered in agreement. She grinned. "If you don't do what we say, then, well...things might get even worse for you. Just saying."

Exchanging another mortified glance, Isabel and Rebecca realized that they truly had ****.

Still covering themselves, they began to sway weakly on the spot, vaguely in time with the music. Only to each feel a ringing slap on their bottom yet again, making them shriek.

"You call that dancing?" said the tattooed girl from behind them. "Who dances with their arms like that?"

"Come on!" ordered the redhead, still with her arms folded. "Dance for real! Put some passion into it!" Her eyes glinted. "Make it sexy."

Isabel and Rebecca's shoulders slumped as they realized there would truly be no lessening the humiliation they were about to endure. They raised their arms, baring their nude bodies once more, and began to dance in earnest. Their naked breasts jiggled and bounced as they gyrated, pumping their arms and thrusting their hips. Isabel was almost numb from sheer humiliation at this point - but not numb enough.

They danced, naked, through the entire song as the crowd cheered, clapped, and took photograph after photograph. When their tormentors ordered them to perform a pirouette on the spot, they complied, allowing the onlookers a perfect 360-degree look at their nudity. When the redhead commanded them to get closer together, they did so, dancing hip to hip, thrusting against each other and performing gestures on each other that would have skirted the very edge of modesty even if they were clothed. And when, after what felt like a thousand years, the song finally ended...the redhead started a new one without a moment's hesitation.

The redhead and her friends **** the unfortunate pair to dance naked through no less than three full songs. They did everything they were told, whipping their hair back and forth, shaking their breasts up and down, slapping their own buttocks - at one point dancing face-to-face so close together that their breasts were pressed up against each other once again, erect nipple against erect nipple, each feeling each other's sweat and breath on her skin.

An eternity later, once the redhead had stopped playing new songs, there they stood: shining with sweat, both naked (Rebecca still wore her shoes and socks, but that was it), and both panting with exertion. They had given up on trying to cover themselves, since there seemed no point. They simply awaited the next words of their tormentors.