Clarrisa foolishly challenges Olivia.

Without any warning, Clarrisa pivots her body and reaches out, grabbing two fists full of Olivia’s hair. Olivia whimpers in pain but her hands quickly come up and grab Clarrisa’s hair as well. Clarrisa pulls Olivia’s hair as hard as she can but her grip loosens with a single, strong hang of her own hair from Olivia.

“Let go or I swear I will rip every single hair out of your head by the fistful,” Olivia orders.

When Clarrisa hesitates, Olivia begins yanking in earnest. Clarrisa quickly realizes that she has greatly miscalculated her chances in overpowering Olivia. When the pain becomes too unbearable, Clarrisa lets go of Olivia’s hair and holds her hands up in surrender.

“I’m going to let you choose which threat I carry out. Do you want to lose your clothes or your hair?” Olivia asks, yanking slightly just for emphasis.

“Please, I’m sorry,” Clarrisa whimpers.

“Choose now or it will be both,” Olivia demands.

“My clothes! I want to lose my clothes!” Clarrisa yells.

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to turn you around so that you are facing away from me. That’ll give your hands more room to work. If you try to resist, I will not stop until you are naked and bald,” Olivia warns.

Olivia masterfully rotates Clarrisa around, while maintaining the two fistfuls of Clarrisa’s hair, which has become tighter now due to the rotation. When the rotation is complete, Olivia pulls slightly to make sure Clarrisa knows that nothing has changed.

“Get your blazer off. Just toss it aside. We’ll cut it to pieces in due time,” Olivia orders.

Doing so is not impossible but the fact that she can hardly move her head without wincing in pain makes it difficult. She finally gets the blazer off and tosses it a few feet away.

“Next your blouse,” Olivia tells her.

With trembling hands, Clarrisa’s fingers begin working on the top button of her blouse. Olivia suddenly yanks up sharply, making Clarrisa cry out.

“Oh no you don’t, princess. I gave you a chance to do things nice and easy. Rip your blouse open. Tear the buttons off,” Olivia commands.

Clarrisa openly sobs as she brings her hands back to the center of her blouse. Her fingers take hold of each side of the blouse one hand below the center button and the other on top of it. With a hard yank, the sound of tearing is heard as well as the skitter of buttons on the floor. She looks down to see her bra encased tits are now exposed to the room. Olivia orders her to remove the blouse and toss it away.

When the blouse is free of her body, Olivia issues the next command which even though Clarrisa knows it is coming, she still dreads it.

“Now your skirt. I want you to unzip it all the way. Once it is completely unzipped, I want you to yank the skirt apart at the zipper over and over until it rips the entire skirt,” Olivia orders.

“Please, no!” Clarrisa begs.

“Now!” Olivia orders.

Clarrisa groans and reaches for the zipper to her skirt. She can’t believe that Olivia is making her destroy her own clothing. When the skirt was fully unzipped, Clarrisa went about the task of ripping it, yanking three times until the skirt rips all the way to the end, rendering it unwearable.

“Toss it aside,” Olivia orders and Clarrisa feels Olivia’s fingers on her back.

‘Oh no,’ Clarissa thinks. ‘She is going to unhook my bra. This is really happening.’

Suddenly, a man can be heard clearing his throat. Both Olivia and Clarrisa look up to see the owner of the store, Apollo Davidson and his wife Jean standing by the back room door along with the entire staff which is completely composed of sophisticated women that have been in the fashion industry for some time.

“We apologize for making you wait but I promise it will be worth it. However, this looks rather entertaining in its own right,” Apollo says, straightening his tie. “What is going on here?”