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Chapter 7 by CaptainPulse CaptainPulse

How do the tables turn?

June plays a ruse

June decided she had enough of Violet's behavior, but she decided to act later. She may have been an exhibitionist, but June was actually smart, at least in the stripping-girls-of-their-clothing-and-making-sure-they-have-nothing-to-wear smart.

June was lined up along with all the other naked women she worked with, all with various body types and all with various degrees of embarrassment. Although the age group of women working in the office was between 18-50, they all somehow managed to retain a certain beauty with them, with even the more senior ladies not even looking that old. Just more... mature. All body types from humongous boobs to just developing ones, from tight butts to bubbly butts to regular ones, June could see the figures of all of her fellow co-workers as they lined up on the wall of the outside of their office building completely and utterly naked, hopelessly watching their clothes burn before them.

June saw Violet, still in her hazmat suit, going through the row of naked babes as she asked each one to turn around and stamped "S.P.A.N.K" on their nude right rear cheek. And each time she would, Violet would give a nice, big slap on the stamp of each of the women.

Tara McCoy: AH~! D-do you r-really have to spank us?

Violet: It's protocol, ma'am. One quick spank is the best way to get rid of the virus if it's residing in the posterior.

It was all BS, of course. Violet just wanted to spank all of the cute little butts she had at her disposal and watch them jiggle. June had really done her a favor by doing this.

And then, June had her idea. She raised her voice at Violet to get her attention!

June: Hey, Violet! I think there's something over here! It might be contagious!

Violet actually knew there wasn't a contagion at the office building, but amused herself as she took a break from her stamping and spanking.

Violet: Alright, hold on! I'll go see what the problem is.

June turned the corner to the other side of the building. Violet followed her, but little did she know that on that corner, a pipe was sticking out of the building. June had lost her jacket and her shirt many times when they got caught on that pipe, and now it was working to her advantage.

June: Over here!

Violet: OK, June, what is it yo-

But before Violet could say anything, the pipe ripped a hole into her hazmat suit.

Violet: What the-?

June took this opportunity to scream as loud as she can!

June: OH NO! Violet's hazmat suit is torn open!

Instantly, the other women in the hazmat suits ran over to where June and Violet were but were careful enough not to get caught by the pipe.

Hazmat Girl 1: Oh no! Miss Violet's suit!

Hazmat Girl 2: It's too bad. She's contaminated.

Violet: What!? No, I'm not!

Hazmat Girl 3: We're going to have to sterilize her too. Come with us, Miss Violet.

And before she could respond, Violet was lifted up by her co-workers and taken back to the parking lot front, where everyone else was. June could only smile at what happened next.

Violet: No, you have to listen to me! There isn't a contagion! There's not even such a thing as "boobie-thrax!"

Hazmat Girl 1: Just keep calm, Miss Violet, and let us do our job.

Violet: I am telling you to do your job! I'm your boss!

Hazmat Girl 3: Just keep still.

Soon, the hazmat suit was ripped off of Violet's body, leaving her in only her pink, lacey underwear.

Hazmat Girl 2: OK, who wears just their underwear beneath their suit?

Violet was covering her underwear at this point.

Violet: That doesn't matter! Now stop this!

Hazmat Girl 3: This'll have to go too.

And with that, Violet's bra and panties were ripped off by her subordinates and left standing completely naked in a parking lot. She assumed the classic ENF pose and screamed.

Violet: Nooooooo!!!!

By this point, some of the workers were cheering. They felt that lady that had stripped them and spanked their asses deserved this. Violet's clothes were burned in the incinerator and she was sterilized with the hose like everyone else.

Hazmat Girl 1: I'm sorry for this, Miss Violet. But it has to be done.

Violet: Wait, wha- AHHH~~!!

The nice girl in the hazmat suit stamped "S.P.A.N.K" on Violet's right butt cheek and walked off.

Violet: Well, at least I wasn't-

Her sentence was cut off by a loud, powerful SMACK! hitting right on Violet's ass.

Violet: EEK!

She looked and saw June with the cheekiest grin on her face.

June: Welcome to the party, pal.

What's next?

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