Yes

Katie had been broken. She felt the panties slip down her legs and off her feet. In this position, there was no chance of fighting back against Roxanne. At least she could hope for her clothes back so that she could go home and put this behind her like a bad hangover.

She just wanted this over with. Whatever this depraved girl wanted, she would get now. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt Roxanne loom up behind her again, with her head over her shoulder.

“Good girl,” Roxanne whispered.

Katie felt a pair of hands grope her tits. She let out a little eek, but tried to settle her shaky breath as Roxanne squeezed her tits and ran her hands up and down her body. The punk princess grasped her ass, stroked her thighs, and ran her fingers up and down her ribs. Her momentary fear was that she would be turned on.

Thankfully, she left her exposed pussy with its nicely shaved landing strip alone.

“Okay, I’m going to get my phone. You’re going to pose for me.”

Katie’s blood ran cold. She knew she had sex appeal, but she wasn’t an exhibitionist like that. Never in her life had she done anything remotely like that. It was what exotic strippers on TV did – not her.

Roxanne’s boots banged across the floor as she got her phone, allowing Katie to stew at what was to come. She appeared on the side of her again, phone in one hand and an ear-to-ear grin. The show was about to begin.

With her spare hand, she grabbed the end of the handcuffs that were attached to the rail. Then the handcuffs snapped shut.