The Escape

Friend 1’s escape was like a starting gun.

No sooner had she jumped off the stage naked and screaming than the others realized what was really happening. The shirts and panties simply fell apart—they had been designed that way on purpose. Suddenly they were standing there naked, with bold, permanent lettering on their breasts, stomachs, and right above their bare pussies. Panic broke out. Girlfriend 2’s eyes widened, and she immediately tried to jump off the stage. Girlfriends 3 and 4 also tried to run to the back.

But the crowd was ready.

Horny men and women pushed forward, blocking all exits from the stage and forming a long, narrow tunnel of bodies. There was no escape left—only this one path through the drooling mob.

Girlfriends 2, 3, and 4 stood naked and trembling at the edge of the stage. Their tits and asses were already red from the previous groping, their pussies glistening tellingly.

“Come on, through the tunnel!” someone shouted from the crowd.

The three women had ****.

Girlfriend 2 went first.

No sooner had she set foot in the tunnel than the hands grabbed her. Arms shot out from both sides. Rough hands grabbed her tits, squeezed them together, pulled her nipples long, and kneaded them hard. Other hands grabbed her ass from behind, spread her cheeks, and pushed them wide apart. Someone slapped her buttocks lightly while countless cell phones flashed and filmed.

Oh God… hands everywhere… they’re kneading my tits like dough… my ass is being pulled apart… everyone’s taking pictures of me…, she thought in panic as she tried to keep running.

Girlfriend 3 followed right behind her.

She was immediately swallowed up by the crowd. Four hands simultaneously grabbed her breasts, pushed them up, and squeezed them brutally. Another hand grabbed her ass so tightly that the fingers left white marks. Someone pulled her nipples taut and let them snap back, while cell phones flashed right in front of her face and between her legs.

This isn’t real… this can’t be real… they’re groping me like a hooker… everyone’s taking pictures of my naked pussy… I’m just a piece of meat now…, the thought raced through her mind.

Friend 4 had it the worst.

She was literally dragged into the tunnel. Hands were everywhere. Her tits were grabbed from left and right at the same time, lifted up, and kneaded. Fingers dug into her ass, pulled her cheeks wide apart, and held them open while countless cell phones snapped photos every second. Someone slapped her ass hard several times, leaving clear handprints.

No… not like this… not all at once… they’re pulling my ass apart… everyone’s seeing my hole… they’re photographing me from below… I’m just an object to be groped…, she thought desperately, while her legs trembled with shame and arousal.

The three women stumbled slowly through the narrow tunnel of bodies. Every meter became a humiliation. Hands kneaded, squeezed, pulled, pressed, and groped her from all sides. Tits, ass, thighs—nothing was left untouched. Countless cell phones flashed nonstop, filming her red, glistening body, zooming in on her dripping pussies and the perverse inscriptions on her skin.

The crowd roared, laughed, and cheered each other on.

Girlfriends 2, 3, and 4 arrived at the other end of the tunnel—completely exhausted, breathing heavily, their bodies covered in red handprints, their tits swollen, their asses glowing red, their faces flushed with shame and arousal.

Mia stood there, already holding the door open.

Girlfriend 1 was already inside—she was crouched on a chair, still naked. Girlfriends 2, 3, and 4 hurriedly squeezed into the small changing room. Mia closed the door immediately behind them.

Girlfriend 2 turned around, panting, and began counting.

“One… two… three… four…” She faltered.

“Where’s Lisa?!” Friend 3 looked around in panic.

“She’s still out there… she was right behind me…” Friend 2 turned pale as a sheet. “We have to save her! They’re going to fuck her out there!”

Friend 4 burst out laughing hysterically and desperately, her voice trembling.

“We can’t get out of there anymore! They almost fucked me! Hands everywhere… in my pussy… on my ass… I couldn’t do anything!” Mia raised her hands reassuringly and smiled gently, almost pityingly. “Calm down. I’ll take care of your friend. Just stay here.”

At that very moment, two go-gos (the two experienced strippers) stood in the corner of the room, looking curiously at the four naked, completely spent women. “What the hell happened out there?” one of them asked.

Friend 1 slowly raised her head. Her voice was quiet, but full of anger and shame. “Svenja… that little, damn slut tricked us all. The shirts, the panties, all the water… it was all planned. She wanted us naked on stage with those perverted tattoos.”

The locker room was filled with a mixture of shock, shame, and panic.

Friend 3 was still staring at her own breasts, where “CUM HERE” was emblazoned in bold black letters. Her voice trembled.

“How… how could this have happened at all? Those were just normal shirts… weren’t they?”

One of the two go-go dancers (the older one with the short black hair) sighed and leaned against the makeup table.

“These are special party shirts with temporary tattoos. They’re actually meant for private bachelorette parties. You put them on, take a few photos, laugh about it, and wash them off later. Nobody—really, nobody—puts these things on and voluntarily walks out onto a big, bright stage. That’s more for private settings… in the bedroom or something.”

The four women looked at each other in horror.

Friend 1 whispered tonelessly: “We basically washed the clothes right off our bodies… live in front of hundreds of people.”

Friend 3 panicked.

“And how do we get this off?! It’s not going to stay on forever, is it?”

The second go-go dancer shrugged.

“It’ll fade over time. In a couple of weeks, it’ll all be gone.”

Friend 3 was nearly losing her mind.

“In a couple of weeks?! We have a wedding next week! We have ‘CUM HERE’ written on our chests! How are we supposed to cover that up?! With makeup? With a scarf in the middle of summer?!”

The older go-go dancer raised her hands reassuringly.

“There is a way. There’s a special lotion. It’s really not cheap, but it breaks down the dye much faster. If you apply it right away, a lot of the color might come off in the next few days.”

The four women shouted almost in unison:

“Bring it here! Right now!”

The go-go dancer smiled apologetically.

“Sorry, girls, we have to go get it first. Go take a shower and wash off the foam. We’ll get your things, your wallets, and the lotion. Then you can pay for it right away and apply it. The sooner you put it on, the better.”

Friend 1 nodded frantically.

“Come on, shower. Quick.”

The four naked women squeezed into the small shower. The warm water pounded against their bodies as they desperately tried to scrub the remnants of their shirts and panties off their skin.

Friend 3 stared at her own breasts and whispered with a trembling voice:

“I can’t believe it… Svenja tricked us all… and we didn’t even notice.”

Mia stood a little apart, smiled quietly, and closed the door to the club softly behind her.