Who gives a shit about training? Let's just get to the good part!

Ayumi was ten weeks into her six-week sentence and she had become a pro.

Every night, she's get up on stage at the club, dress in her glittery gold bikini, and strut her stuff. Using all number of dance moves designed to tease and please, she'd titillate the patrons to the point where she was swimming in tips even before she took any clothes off.

Of course, she didn't get to keep her tips. Those were relinquished to the city government as part of her punishement. She wouldn't be working in something as degrading as a strip club otherwise.

But while Ayumi still hated the punishment, she at least made a few friends. Curiously, the other nine strippers at the club were the other nine members of the top ten sexiest 18-30 year old women in the neighborhood, and all of them were serving out their sentences for wearing panties or pants. These included:

• Maddy Myers, the TV weather reporter, tall, leggy blonde

• Beth Smithson, a local housewife, curvy brunette

• Mrs. Maggybeth, one of Ayumi's high school teachers, has that sexy librarian look going for her

• Samantha Datz, the head of the local sorority, flirty redhead with nice T&A

• Brittany Sanders, the cheerleader captain at Ayumi's high school, really fit, as the job requires

• Michelle Arne, a hairdresser at the local salon, short, but stacked

• April, May, and June, identical triplets who worked at the ice cream parlor, beautiful black women

They were all friendly with her and helped her get through the hard times. This situation wasn't ideal, but it'd be over soon and then she could get back to her life.

But little did she know, at the back of the club, a group of hackers were conversing.

"Finally, we got our dream babes stripping for us."

"Oh, please don't tell me we went through all this trouble just to look. I want some action."

"Have patience. It'll be party time soon, at just the right moment."