"Give us a little striptease. Or half of one, technically."

(chapter originally by doragom333 at writing.com)

Mitsuru's eyes widened, biting her lip as she saw the mutineers direct their phones once more. She had seen this coming, of course. Given all the trouble Arata went to to get her half-naked, forcing her to go the rest of the way was the next logical step. Not that this made it any easier for her to accept. Her confidence wavering, she glanced over at Fushimi and Odagiri, cowering and fuming in opposite corners of the room, respectively, in an effort to remind herself that any more uprising would doom them as well.

It didn't help.

"Now, Madame President," Arata sneered. "It's time to stop hiding those pretty little breasts of yours."

Realizing that she was completely out of options, Mitsuru choked back all of her anger and embarassment and complied, slowly uncrossing her arms and lowering them to the sides, all the while continuing to make eye contact with Arata. It wasn't much, but not breaking her gaze and maintaining some sense of pride was all that she had left. As the other students whistled and hooted, Mitsuru noticed that Arata wasn't using his phone at all. "Where's your phone Arata?" Mitsuru asked. "I thought you would have wanted a record of this momentous occasion for yourself."

"I accidentally left it at home today," he shrugged. "Talk about bad luck."

"I see..." Mitsuru said, her eyes narrowing at the transparent lie. It may have been enough to fool his lackeys, but it was clear to her that the bastard wasn't using his phone so that he wouldn't have any incriminating evidence in case his plans fell through. That way, he could claim that it was all Shoji's idea, or something like that. How despicable.

"Now," Arata commanded. "Enough with the stalling, and on with the dancing," he directed another member, making their phone play a provocative song.

With all eyes in the room on her, Mitsuru began moving her body. Her face grew red as she rocked her body from side to side in time with the song, making sure not to cover her chest at all, given the terms of the ****. After a few sets of this, she moved her hands to her skirt to undo the zipper, when-

"No, no, no!" Arata yelled, drawing stares of surprise from the room and forcing the music man to pause the song. "What's with those stiff, awkward movements? You call that sexy?"

"I am merely doing as you instructed," Mitsuru replied, clearly offended that he was finding problems despite her complete obedience. "I am disrobing while moving around, am I not?"

"Like a robot, maybe! Who taught you how to dance? Ah, never mind, Emiko!"

"Yeah?" The sole girl of the group replied, putting away her phone.

"Show President Flatfoot here how it's done."

Mitsuru grimaced at the insult. Now that casual insults were being thrown at her, it was safe to say that the last of her authority was stripped away, like the rest of her outfit soon would be.

The group spread out a bit to give Emiko some room. Mitsuru understood the need for space, but she was confused why Emiko was getting a table for herself and having one moved over to Mitsuru as well. "And you," Arata pointed at her. "If you don't follow her movements exactly, Fushimi here will be penalized for each mistake you make, got it?"

Mitsuru turned and was outraged to see that one of the other boys, the tallest in the group, in fact, had gotten near Fushimi and was grabbing her wrist, forcing the other girl to tears. "You promised that they would not be harmed!" Mitsuru snarled.

"Well then, you better make sure to do this right," Arata replied, sporting the biggest shit-eating grin Mitsuru ever saw. "Oh, and remember to smile... action!"

Sparing only one more rotten look at Arata, Mitsuru **** herself to emulate Emiko's movements as best she could as the dance began anew, right down to the sultry fake smile that adorned the other girl's lips. It took Mitsuru a moment to get used to the pace of the dance. It was a bit faster than the music had led her to believe, especially with far too excessive amount of hip swaying and foot pivoting the other girl was making her do. The girl then began to lean forward and fondle her breasts, slowly rubbing them on the front and underside as her mouth opened up, as if to eat some food, Mitsuru surmised. She had no idea what food had to do with sexual dancing, but as her fingers repeated Emiko's movements along her own breasts, she couldn't help but gasp at the sudden bursts of sensual pleasure.

Then came the removal of the skirt. Instead of simply undoing the zipper and pulling it down her legs as she wanted to do, Emiko turned around and flung herself over the table, causing Mitsuru to realize that it would act as some sort of prop. Taking her place as fluidly as she could, Mitsuru then copied her next distasteful action: looking over her shoulder, one hand slowly pulling down the zipper of her skirt while the other hand had its index finger tugging at her lower lip. Emiko's skirt remained on her hips, of course, while gravity took claim of Mitsuru's, leaving the red-haired beauty in just her boots and her lacy black panties, with her butt firmly pointed at the phone cameras.

With a flourish, Emiko then acted as if she grabbed something from the ground and made a twirling motion above her head. Mitsuru paused, unclear as to what she meant.

"Ah, ah," Arata chided.

"EEP!" Chihiro squeaked.

Mitsuru turned to see the big guy forcing Chihiro's jacket off of her! So that is what they meant by "penalized."

As quickly as she could, Mitsuru gathered the skirt and began to twirl it over her head as Emiko had done. Cheers erupted from the scoundrels as Mitsuru then released the skirt, letting it fly into the crowd. Mitsuru suppressed her disgust as she glanced at Chihiro again. Fortunately, the rest of her clothes were still firmly on her body.

With this horrid display back on track, Mitsuru followed Emiko's lead as she turned herself around and reclined backwards onto the table, her face contorted into an emotion reminiscent of ecstacy. Mitsuru couldn't deny that similar feelings were starting to envelop her body, but her will remained focused on remembering that she was being **** to do this not of her own will. With a 'playful' wiggle, she kicked off her boots and slowly peeled the stockings from her legs, tossing them towards the audience with a giggle as she did so. Oh, how she loathed it.

Finally, it was time to remove the panties, the last shred of bodily protection that she had left. **** to face away from the cameras again, she looked over her shoulder to see Emiko's body undulating from tip to toe like a snake, her hands over her head. While the reactions in Mitsuru's body **** her to concede that she did find some of this to be pleasurable, the excess swaying, gyrating, wiggling, and false emotions she was **** to display were definitely not. If it weren't for Fushimi being held hostage she had half a mind to end it all right there rather than endure another second of this farce. With much disdain, she was **** to take one last lean forward and slowly pull the panties down and off her legs.

Slowly standing back up straight, a chill ran down her spine as she saw that it was not yet over for her. She was made to face the crowd, holding her arms in the air as she made pelvic thrusts with her now bare crotch in their direction. Once again, she had to keep her facial expression as one in the midst of sexual throes. Finally, after seconds that felt like hours, it ended, with a final bow, blown kiss, and wink toward the phones.

"Well, done, well done! And with only one little mistake due that I'll just chalk up to inexperience," Arata clapped sarcastically.

Mitsuru straightened herself upon hearing his remark. She knew that any gesture of modesty now was pointless, after fondling her breasts and thrusting her nethers towards them multiple times, but she would be damned if she ever had to put on a lewd pose ever again. "I have finished your show, Arata, are we done?" she asked, attempting to keep her rage in check.

"Let's see..." he mused, pretending to be deep in thought. "Although you had that little outburst, you've been nothing but on your best behavior ever since, and that was quite a show, thanks to Emiko's help. So I'd have to say..."