Someone watched her perform

Waverly got off the stage as quickly as she could, managing to get backstage. She threw the prop gun as far away from her as she could, and shrugging off the car. Her clothes had to be around here somewhere. Maybe she'd be able to put them on this time.

Someone came backstage. Waverly turned at the sound, and squealed at the idea of yet another person seeing her naked like this, only to recognize Nicole.

Her girlfriend was staring at her. Waverly still felt self-conscious, even if Nicole had seen her like this before she couldn't bear the idea of anyone she knew seeing her in this humiliating a situation.

"What are you doing here?" Waverly said in a high-pitched voice.

"Patrol," Nicole said. "Crowd can sometimes be rowdy, one of us has to keep an eye on things. What are you doing here?"

Waverly stammered. There wasn't an answer to that, she couldn't explain where the strange urges came from, let alone tell Nicole. Nicole took a step closer.

And then Nicole was kissing her fiercely, the rough material of her uniform pressed against Waverly's naked front, her hip pressing between Waverly's legs. When Nicole pulled back, Waverly was gasping for air and Nicole was looking down at her with heat in her eyes.

"That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen," Nicole said. "Never knew you were into that."

Waverly's mouth opened and closed as her brain tried to catch up with the conversation. What? Nicole thought she'd wanted to do that?

"You could have told me," Nicole said. "You don't have to come to a strip club in secret, I'd come with, help make it better."

"Really?" the words came from Waverly's lips, but it wasn't her talking. "Is that a promise?"

Eyes heated, Nicole nodded. Waverly wanted to scream when she realized the thing was talking through her again.

"I like being showed off," the thing said through Waverly. "Any time, any place. I want you to do that, even if I protest or resist, put me in the most humiliating situations you can think of. Do you think you can do that?"

"Like what you did on the stage?" Nicole said.

"Exactly like it," the thing said.

"I think I could manage that," Nicole said. She started smiling, apparently enjoying what she believed to be her girlfriend's new, kinky side. "If it's too much, should we have a safeword or something?"

"Sure," the thing said. She leant in, and whispered something that immediately faded from Waverly's mind. "If I say that, stop. Anything else, keep going. Make it worse the more I beg. I might pretend to have forgotten the word, but I haven't. Sound good?"

Nicole kissed her again just as firmly, answering without needing words. Waverly's eyes widened.

The idea that Nicole might be willing to explore avenues was a fun one, and something she'd wanted to talk to her about before. She just hadn't wanted any kind of naked public humiliation, but it seemed like she was stuck on that path now, with no way to talk her out of it that Nicole wouldn't take as roleplay. Nicole wouldn't do anything she didn't want her to, but now Nicole thought she did want it, and Nicole was always very very good at going above and beyond whenever she thought Waverly wanted something.

She tried to melt into the kiss, forget her own nudity and forget the prospects that awaited her after this, because at least her girlfriend was a good kisser. It felt like she'd need all the good memories she could get.