She doesn't have a chance

Maggie's arms shifted, tightening around her bra-clad chest in a futile attempt to seem more decent. Bizarrely her back being exposed made her squirm the most; so much of her skin was on display, even if it wasn't anything too private it hinted at more than Maggie would have liked.

Still, she was glad she could at least hide her bra and cleavage, if not well.

"Sharna, you don't have to-" Maggie began.

"You know, I'm really tired of listening to your voice," Sharna said. Her hand twitched.

There was a prickle again, and Maggie felt her arms be pushed forward as the cups of her bra were pushed outwards, along with all the straps.

The garment tore with startling ease, and Maggie gave a much more embarassd shriek. Oh god, her tits were exposed to the whole bar!

Quickly she crossed her arms again. She looked down, hoping she was at least hiding her nipples, a palm over each with her wrists crossed. She looked disbelievingly at Sharna.

"Watch it!" Alex said, moving forwards.

"Do you want to lose yours too?" Sharna snapped back.

At that, Alex faltered. Maggie couldn't blame her, as much as she wanted the help. Fuck.

"L-look," Maggie said. "You're pissed. I get it, just stop- ah!"

She squealed as a pulse pushed Maggie's arms from her chest again, once more baring her boobs. As soon as she could, Maggie tried to cover her tits again with her hands, cheeks darkening.

"Why are you doing this?!" Maggie said. Her voice cracked just slightly.

"Why?" Sharna said. "You should thank me. You get naked for everyone else in here, I'm just saving you the time."

"It's not like- ah!"

That time Maggie was interrupted by a pulse that pushed her jeans down, albeit not tearing them. She shrieked as her panties were revealed.

It was a red thong; she was wearing it for Alex. Or at least she'd planned to, once they'd gotten home. Now the bar was getting an eyeful of it, her ass almost entirely exposed.

Still squealing, she had to move her hands from her chest to hurriedly pull her jeans back up, struggling to again quickly conceal her revealing panties.

"What do you want?!" Maggie said.

Any other time she'd have shouted, demanded with anger; now there was tearful desperation, humiliation, in her tone.

"Say sorry," Sharna said mockingly.

"Sorry," Maggie said. "Just stop, please."

Sharna smirked.