Two Hours Later

Stacy was no stranger to pain. From the burning muscles of her daily routine or the blows she sustained in the ring, she could shrug off just about anything. The buzzing needle barely registered to her. In fact, it was almost relaxing. Her eyes fluttered as the boredom of laying face down drifted her to sleep.

…

When her eyes opened again, the needle sensation was gone. She lifted her head to see the greasy creep had vanished. Stacy cursed herself for falling asleep pantsless around him. If she found out he had taken any pictures of her bare bottom she’d kick his ass!!

Stacy hopped off the table to get dressed, but suddenly panic rose in her. Her jeans and panties were gone!

‘That sleezeball must haven taken them!’ Stacy thought. ‘Now I’m ABSOLUTELY going to kick his ass!’ Stacy tried not to think about what he might be doing with her panties right now.

Stacy wanted to call for help but her phone was missing too. She could hear movement outside the private chair. Stacy was helpless and bottomless with nothing but a thin privacy curtain separating her dignity from the public.

What was she going to do?!?