Anne-Marie strips the girls... naked?

"Ladies and gentlemen," said Anne. She was standing in between her two blushing topless pets, arms draped around their shoulders, beaming devilishly at the crowd. She felt good. Really good. She felt like she'd found her calling. To be an evil hypno queen, to do all the things that ordinary people secretly wanted to do but were too scared to. She was amazed by how good it felt to wield this much power over people, to make them literally dance for your amusement. This was going to be her life from now on.

Bonnie and Susie whimpered, posed with their hands behind their backs, tits on display, faces red, trying to lean away from Anne, who pulled them both in closer and gave Bonnie a little kiss on the cheek. "Lesbo," muttered Bonnie, and Anne tweaked her left nipple as punishment.

"You're the lesbo," she said, and turned back to the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen! You've been a wonderful audience tonight, and I think we can all agree that Bonnie and Susie have been the most obedient little volunteers anyone can ask for."

"I hate you," muttered Susie, and Anne tweaked her right nipple. "Anyway, the show must end some time. But there's one last thing we need to see before we go. Isn't that right, girls?"

"No," said Bonnie, immediately, and Susie started shaking her head, making her pigtails fly. The crowd sat back, munching popcorn, satisfied with the evening's work. Hank and Ben, now right in front, were eating chips and discussing which of their two girls was the prettiest. The cheerleaders up the back were making sure to record every last detail, using some of the best cell phone cameras on the market.

"Hands on your head," said Anne. "Don't move and no covering up."

"You don't have to do this," begged Bonnie. "You can let us go." Anne seemed to consider it a moment, then shrugged.

"I couldn't disappoint my audience," she said. "It's an old rule of show business, you know. Never leave them wanting more."

"Wait, I don't think..."

"Let's get a count, going everyone," said Anne, and knelt behind the girls, smiling sweetly as she took hold of the backs of their panties. "Ten... nine... eight..."

"No! Get your hands out of there! Let go!"

"Seven... six... five..." the crowd obediently chanted along.

"Why is this happening? Stop!"

"Four... three... two..."

"No!"

"One..."