Throw a party with Kitty as the main attraction

Dolly sat down on Kitty's chest and playfully slapped at her face. Not anywhere near as hard as she could, but hard enough to hurt.

"Are you awake yet, kitty-kitty?"

Kitty whimpered. "You win... get off..."

"There'll be plenty of time for that later."

Dolly spun around and clamped a reverse headscissor on Kitty, being sure to hang onto her wrists so she couldn't use her claws. Kitty's face turned red from the crushing power, and then she passed out again.

Sitting up, Dolly laughed to herself. "Y'know, in a way, it's more fun to do this kind of stuff to a non-jobber." She looked under the ring, and came up with a big burlap sack. Picking Kitty up, she tossed her into the sack, and then tossed the sack over her shoulders. Holding it in one hand, she dialed a number into her pink sparkly cellphone.

"Yeah, Miss Lisa? It's Dolly. Any chance your mom would let us throw a party?"

Several hours later, several girls were sitting in Lisa McVan's penthouse suite. Lisa herself, Dolly, Chichi, Mighty Allison, Melissa, and Wendy (without her green makeup)

Although plenty of them were under the legal drinking age (that is to say, between 18 and 21), they'd been passing around the gray goose vodka for a while. They'd hired a few chippendales to dance for them, but of course, sent them away without giving them any satisfaction.

"So Dolly, what exactly did you want to have this party for anyway?" Lisa asked, about 4 hours into it.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask... hang on."

Dolly went to the burlap sack she'd left in the corner, carried it to the center of the room, and dumped it out.

Kitty landed hard on the round table they'd set up for the strippers. She tried to stand up - but couldn't. Dolly had tied her up very thoroughly. Kitty was wearing a thick blindfold, a large black leather collar. She had on rubber gloves that looked like cat's paws, of course her fingers were trapped inside them, and her wrists were cuffed to her thighs with leather buckles. Her feet were also in cat paw shaped boots, cut in such a way that Kitty could only run on her toes, and her ankles were hobbled.

"What... huh?" She'd fallen asleep inside the sack.

She cringed when she heard the room ring with cruel laughter.