She reached for the bra clasp

After a few spanks to the newly-exposed backside, and an extended grabbing and jiggling for the audience, the crowd saw Rajni's hands reach up Amber's back, and start to unclasp her bra strap. Amber tried to struggle, but Rajni was too quick. Her last vestige of modesty, her bra, was pulled off of her large, pendulous breasts. Rajni turned her front toward the crowd again. Jiggling on her chest were two full, chubby breasts, with large, bumpy areolas and nipples almost as pale as she skin around them.

With the help of her friend Ashley, Rajni dragged the drunk girl over to a corner of the club, and fastened her to a kind of rack that was used on fetish nights. It was easy to trick the drunk girl into being strapped to the rack; her legs were apart, showing off her wildly long, dark, damp bush. Her arms were strapped down in a cross-like akimbo pose, which made covering up impossible, as well as highlighting her breasts, and the dark patches of hair under her arms.

Ashley, a short, rotund woman, grinned at the helpless Amber. "You've had this coming," she said. Rajni smiled, and pointed to a table set up in the VIP section. "I'll be right back," she said.

Amber's makeup was a mess from tears and the drink Rajni had thrown at her. Her plump body was dripping sweat from trying to resist being stripped and the humiliation of failing at that resistance. Ashley poked at her nipples a few times, then pinched a roll of her belly. "Yup, you don't get to flirt with my man, and get me in trouble at work, and expect me to let you hang here in peace."

"Let me go..." Amber moaned. Just then, Rajni returned.