5 comments/ 7434 views/ 1 favorites Tales from the Bad Girl Bar Ch. 01 By: LWulf Foreword: The following story does not duplicate any real life persons or their explicit experiences, nor does it contain any real life situations. No bar like this ever existed (If it does, PLEASE, let me know where it is!!). The following serious/campy story is mostly non-sexual and includes scenes of: bondage, mechanical discipline, light anal play, spankings, suggested oral sex, older man/younger woman, F/f spankings, M/f spankings, spankings from non-related (in other words: performed) parents, female strippers, domestic discipline theme, spankings, light non-consent, spankings and some slapstick humor. ...did I forget to mention spankings?? No actual depictions are meant to imply anybody under the age of 18. If none of this is to your liking or if you are under the age of 18, then kindly stop reading any further. Acknowledgements: Emotional support and creative assistance: Grace from Pensacola (c.2010) (anonymous) (c.2013) Editor: YDB95 (Shortly after editing this story he was admitted at a local psychiatric hospital due to an inexplicable nervous breakdown) Special thanks to Abigail Whitaker who graciously took time out of her schedule (c.2008) to read through the story to verify "a certain amount of realism". (I think she meant "small" ..."very small" ..."miniscule".) **** It is around 8pm. The streets of Donalton are wet as the streetlights start to light. Three twenty year-old men are walking through an alley that leads to a rather nondescript red bricked building. A simple black awning over a small red carpet leads to a black door. The only feature on the wall otherwise is the bright neon yellow and white representation of a woman from the side as if bent over someone's knee. Her backside flashes red alternately to the pink neon name of the club: The Bad Girl Bar. The young men joke carousingly with themselves as they walk towards the entrance. They are anxious going to this club that they haven't ever been to, but have heard so much about. They wonder at what delights await ahead and recount vivid bawdy encounters with the strippers inside, tales which inevitably get bawdier with each retelling. They laugh nervously to mask their awkwardness at being in an unfamiliar setting, which fades as they get closer to the door. They walk into a vestibule and pause as their eyes begin to grow accustomed to the darker inside lighting. Just past the vestibule curtains, in the wall ahead of them is a very small ticket window with a young woman seated behind it. She is leaning forward slightly in her chair such that her curly brown haired frames her face. A generous view of her lightly freckled breasts wrapped loosely by a lacy black bra, is all they can additionally see. "Hi guys, my name is Wendy and welcome to The Bad Girl Bar!" She giggles and smiles sweetly at them and their obvious nervousness. "Have you ever been here before?" The foremost of the young men is Mike, who has a rugged face hardened by working long hours outside and lean muscles. Brown short cropped wavy hair tops his face and he always stands more forward of the other two. He tries to sound casual as he responds "No, this is our first time." then he hastily amends "...at THIS bar." The young woman behind the ticket window sagely avoids smiling outright, but her eyes dance mischievously. "Well, The BGB is unlike any strip club you have been to before. We have a lot of attractions before you get into the club proper and there's a bunch of gorgeous dancers who can show you a HOT time in the dance booths. Tonight we also have a new play that is SURE to delight," she looks over at a clock on the wall "...and it will be starting in about half an hour so make sure you get good seats up front!" She smiles warmly. They exhale as a group as Mike gets up close to the glass, leaning his elbow on the small counter. He flashes a winning smile at her. "Hey hot stuff, are we going to get to see you dancing inside?" Wendy pouts and shakes her head. "Naw, my roommate made me late too many times last week and now I have to sell tickets in this booth as punishment." She perks up a bit and says "But come by next week and I'll dance for you guys." Mike stops looking at her revealing cleavage long enough to realize she was waiting on his response and gamely rebounds with a nod, "Oh! Uh, of course! You got it!" Wendy then asks for forty dollars from each of them. They grumble a bit at the amount, but she reassures them giving a conspiratorial wink "Trust me! With tonight's play alone, it's well worth it!" Realizing they'd look cheap for backing out now, they grudgingly give her the entrance fee, and she gives them their tickets to go into the club. As they move to the left to go into the club, she calls out to them. "Make sure you keep your eye on me when you go through the 'stile or you're gonna miss it!" The guys look at each other a little puzzled but walk over to the turnstile. Ahead of them is a short hallway that runs alongside Wendy's ticket booth. They now see that the wall between the hallway and Wendy's area is just a knee-wall with a glass partition atop it. Beyond the knee-wall, they see Wendy is not leaning forward in a chair but is actually bent forward, bound in place to a machine of sorts. Her stomach rests on a pad, straps going around her waist and legs are firmly keeping her in place. She is wearing nothing at all for bottoms as her bare backside is stuck out, helplessly, behind her. She waves at them casually, motioning them to walk through the turnstile. Mike walks through first but he is looking down as he pushes the stubborn stile. So busy is he to not bump his hard-on against the 'stile that he misses his chance entirely. His head snaps up after he hears the sharp "Ow! Ouch!!" issuing from her direction and misses seeing the spanking machine landing two blows of a slapper to Wendy's saucy pert backside. After each slap a mechanical voice from over a loudspeaker in Wendy's area repeats the words "bad girl, bad girl", clearly meant for Wendy's "benefit". After a moment's hesitation, Mike's friends both smile widely just before clamoring to go through the turnstile next. Eventually, Rich, a tall lanky blond, manages to push ahead. Instead of going through, he stops just before the 'stile listening as Wendy sharply inhales and winces her eyes shut, expecting a sudden blow. After a pregnant moment waiting, she exhales and sneaks a peek over to see what is taking so long. Just at that moment, Rich pushes through as she gets the double wallop of the leather slapper across her cheeks causing her to cry out in shock and anger. Again, the mechanical voice intones "bad girl" after each ringing slap. Chris, a shorter, dark-haired guy, goes through last. A wicked smile curls at the corner of his mouth, as he tries to push quickly through the stile, hoping this will make the blows land harder. Wendy shrieks out higher yelps at the double staccato on her reddening backside. All three leer foolishly at her over the half wall as she makes an exaggerated pained face, rubbing her fanny and oohing. Her impish smile returns as she calls over to them; "Better stuff awaits you inside, now you go on!" Mike, in the center as always, slaps both friends on the back as they head towards a dark red heavy curtained doorway, "I think I'm gonna like this place!" Wendy gives her still stinging tushie a few extra rubs then smugly smiles to herself "This is going to be a piece of cake!" Her smile doesn't last long as the vestibule curtain parts and in walks about 10 smiling sailors. "Oh fuck!" manages a slack jawed Wendy. **** Meanwhile, in the next area, before the three young men go through the turnstile, Vinnie, an olive skinned barrel-chested bouncer, standing proudly in his doorman suit and slicked back hair, smokes on a fat smoldering cigar. Jessica and Jasmine, two curvaceous nude women, stand on either side of him. Vinnie makes grand gestures with his cigar, enjoying his smoke, while Jessica, a spunky blonde-streaked brunette and the more sassy of the two, lectures him. "The boss is gonna make YOU take tickets for a month if he sees you smoking in here. You KNOW how he feels about smoking in the club while we're working." Jessica loved needling Vinnie ever since she found out he was screwing around with at least three of the strippers. Vinnie scoffs at her warnings, "Hey, me and the boss, we're like that!" He crosses his two fingers to show how close he imagines he is; to his boss, then, casually glances over his shoulder to make sure the boss isn't standing there. The lush-figured, raven-haired Jasmine indulgingly reaches out to caress one of Vinnie's large arms, "I t'eenk it make him look more deestinguished." Vinnie, enjoying any adoration, gloats. "See? I'm dis-tinguished." "Yeah, well the boss is going to ex-tinguish your "ash", right before he FIRES your ass!" Jessica quips back at Vinnie punctuated by stabbing him in the chest with her index finger. Jasmine, wishing to take some of the heat off Vinnie, asks him "Do you know qwhen dey are going to get these faux-girls feexed?" While the strippers are encouraged to tease and torment guys to the bursting point, the strippers know they will get thrown out on their tails if they are found helping the guys "relax". Since studies show that guys who walk out of the strip clubs are a little too "tense", the local ordinances have been relaxed enough to allow strip clubs to offer a guy to release his tensions with a "faux girl" before leaving the bars. A faux-girl or simulacrum is basically a mechanical device with a synthetic skin made to resemble the lower half of a woman, which sticks out from the wall. Two partitions on either side of the lower torso give the customers some privacy while they "service" their longings. These faux-girls have gotten to be so popular they actually bring in much more money than the real strippers... when the faux-girls aren't broken, that is. That is the problem, when they break, they of course don't make any money. Then the owner of the Bad Girl Bar came up with a eureka moment. Out of the "generosity" of his heart (and because the disappointed customers might go to another strip bar), he asked some of his strippers to "pretend" they were faux-girls while the broken faux-girls were being repaired. The owner cooked up the idea of one of the strippers to push herself through a hole in the wall. In return the girls would get half the receipts which were about double their usual earnings and more importantly, it meant they weren't dancing on their aching feet all night! Vinnie, who was impatiently drumming his fingers while leaning on the wall, waited for the writer to finish his lengthy explanation. Finally, he got his chance to respond to the wavy black-haired Jasmine's question. "I got no idea." Jessica, not wishing to ease up off Vinnie, taunted him in a sing-song way, "You're going to get fired, you're going to get fired, you're going to get fired." Vinnie, huffing on his cigar, was getting irritated at Jessica when suddenly they heard the faint sounds of Wendy getting her first two spanks as the trio started through the turnstiles. Jasmine jumped quickly into her hole; Jessica was a step behind her, while Vinnie frantically searched for a place to hide his cigar. "Here, take this in with you?" he pled at the last minute to Jessica. Jessica made a sickened face before responding, "That stinky thing in that small space back there? Not on your life!" Their boss had lined the hole with padding and made the other side of the wall VERY comfortable for the girls, putting in piped music, a mini-refrigerator for cold drinks and a TV. If there was more than one unit down, then the girls could even talk to each other as there weren't any walls on their side between each unit. When a light lit up in front of either girl, that meant a customer had paid for services and the applicable girl had to get to work, rolling her hips. Jessica laughed at Vinnie's panicking, before jumping headfirst into her hole. "Shit! The boss will hear that I was smokin' while workin'." Vinnie heard the last two spanks Wendy was getting and realized he didn't have much time. What to do? He couldn't throw it on the carpeted floor, and there weren't any ashtrays on this side of the club doors. He fumed as he raked his hand over his face as he thought of Jessica's impertinence, then looked from Jessica's rear end to his cigar, and smiled as a thought came to him. Inside their compartments on the other side of the wall, the girls were talking. "Jessica, jou shouldn't bee so mean to Vinnie. We could get in beeg trouble being out of these holes during our shift too, jou know." "Yeah, I know Jasmine, but if the boss does see him smoking, he will fire him." Jessica chuckled thinking that's exactly what Vinnie deserved. The light telling her a customer has paid for services flashes suddenly, alerting Jessica, "Oh, that was quick. A customer...already?" Dutifully, Jessica starts rocking her hips gently in a figure eight motion. Then feels her cheeks being parted as she feels what she thinks is a dick being inserted. "Ewww! His cock is really wet and he is sticking it into my ass." Then, she laughs "Wait a second, he just stuck the tip between my cheeks and isn't doing anything." She continues for half a minute, slowing her gyrating hips until she stops and starts to feel a warmth spreading from her patron's dick. Jessica was dismayed, "Jasmine... something is wrong." Back on the other side of the wall, Vinnie has gotten into place and is smiling a tight smile as the three young guys have now entered his long hallway. "Welcome gents!" Vinnie booms out from his end of the hall. The three guys are looking at several of the "faux girls", curiosity, plainly written on their faces ad they walk towards Vinnie. Vinnie smiles knowingly, "Guys, the rules are no messing with da ladies inside. Deez here are mechanical devices for afterwards if youse need to, eh... have a 'happy ending' if you know what I mean?" All three guys look up at Vinnie, nodding vigorously without knowing why they are nodding. Then, after each gives Vinnie their tickets, the ever observant Rich notices that smoke is coming from the backside of one of the faux-girls and "it" was starting to roll its hips ...rather violently. He points this out to Vinnie, who jumps over to Jessica and exclaims "The last mook that came through here must have left his lit cigar in the ass of this faux-girl!" The cigar that he had placed there moments ago was starting to burn Jessica's cheeks. Vinnie delivers a few hard slaps to Jessica's ass, dislodging the smoldering cigar butt. A muffled "Son of a...!" could be heard on the other side of the wall. Vinnie spoke loudly to cover up, "Wow! Look at those hips buck?! You wouldn't ever see action like that on a real woman, am I right? This unit seems to be broken, let me see if I can get it fixed and youse can come back later and 'sample' the amenities, eh? "I SWEAR I'll rip off his fucking little...!" Vinnie pulls nervously at his seemingly tightening collar. "heh heh It, uh, seems the strippers in their changing room are a 'little' upset about something." He knocks on the wall, "Ladies, the patrons can hear you." He addresses the trio again "In the meantime, go on in and uh... enjoy yourselves." As the three walk on, Vinnie throws an arm over Jessica's hips, trying to calm her wildly swinging ass and kicking legs by giving her reassuring pats and rubbing. A loud driving beat almost pushes them back as Mike opens the diamond tuck leather padded double doors at the end of the hall to the club proper. They step just inside of the entrance, stopping to look at the huge oval bar in the center of the room. The dim lights and black-purple carpeting on the walls create an exaggerated darkness, despite the colored spot lights that flare randomly. **** At that moment, a 19 year old woman had gotten directions for the boss's office from the bartender. She is dressed in a black pencil skirt that nicely shows off her figure with a loose fitted pearl satin blouse. Her long platinum blond hair is up in a tight bun, but a few strands fly free. The black pumps on her feet only add to the whole experience. She struts towards the stairs, trying not to notice the many gazes that follow her. Instead she considers her roommate who was tied up to the spanking machine in the lobby. She had to stop herself from laughing from seeing Trish that way. She always blamed Emily for her faults while Emily was really the responsible one. Responsible ...and jobless ...and with college fees stacking up. She reprimands herself for thinking so poorly of Trish who had told Emily about the job offer. Trish never mentioned anything about a spanking machine at work though. Emily wonders what other things Trish had "neglected" to mention. After pausing to take a deep calming breath, she starts up the stairs. Halfway up, she hears a wolf whistle that she believes is directed at her. The only question: is it the patrons or the strippers who whistled? She smiles at the complement all the same and feels a surge of self confidence. At the top of the stairs, she goes a short distance to the first of two doors, but pauses as she barely hears a voice inside. Not sure whether she should enter or not, she gives a sharp rap at the closed door. "What are you waiting for? Come on in." Emily straightens her shoulders and pushes against the heavily insulated double doors, walking in only to pause just inside. Then she continues hesitantly to a safe distance from the man sitting behind the desk. She looks about the room as she stands there. Opposed to the fresh and modern way the bar is decorated, the walls here look like they were painted with yellow-green swamp water. The room smells slightly of liquor, fish and cheap perfume. She delicately covers her mouth with one hand, partly to cover the grimace she feels creeping over her mouth, partly to try to waft the scent that cloys at her nose. In one corner next to the door is a single stage with mirrors on the wall. Tacky black and white tile decorates the floor. A weathered drop-tile ceiling with incandescent lights that constantly hiss is above. She thinks she was mistaken about the voices as there isn't anybody else in the room, maybe it was the TV that is mounted to the wall? "Job interview, best manners." she reminds herself under her breath. Then adding that she would never apply for the job if it meant having to work in this room, she nods to herself. Behind the desk sits a thin man in his fifties, slightly balding with a comb-over, a wrinkled white dress shirt, opened at the collar and a loosely knotted thin dark tie. He is leaning back far in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head, a beatific smile on his face. He glances at Emily's large expressive blue eyes and fair skin, sensuous lips and striking features, then hungrily down at her body and thinks "Maybe." He remains in position and doesn't move as he greets her. "Right on time, I like that. You're that friend of Wendy's come to work in the play?" Not recognizing her roommate's stripper name right away, she stammers, "Y-yes?" He exhales as if pained then continues, "That's great. My name is Reg, sweetheart, what's yours?" "My name is Emi..." His eyes roll up as he interrupts her with a long breathy, "Ah, ooh" before he refocuses on her and continues, "Y-you ever strip before?" Blinking confusedly at the interruption and odd speaking pattern, Emily, sensing that might be the end of the audition, rallies to bolster her suitability for the role. "No, I haven't, but I am in college taking courses in dramatic arts and..." Tales from the Bad Girl Bar Ch. 01 "Na na na, relax sweetheart. I'll take a college girl any day of the week over a veteran stripper. Heh heh, OW!" Reg grimaces, scowling down at his lap, but then is back to his beatific grin. "Mmm, that's better. Have you done any cheer leading? You know those things where the ...guy holds you up and ...tosses you about?" Emily beams at this, "Yes, I have. Why? Is it necessary?" "No-ooh, ah. It isn't necessary, but it h-h-helps." Reg focuses himself for a moment, "You seem pretty but to make sure, I have to see what the rest of you looks like, okay sweetheart?" His frank lewd smile makes her realize what he wants. Self-consciously, Emily starts to unbutton her blouse, then take off her skirt, putting them very hesitantly on the nasty-looking, stained sofa nearby. She is about to take off her bra when she hears Reg start to "ooh" and "ah" a few times which she thinks is supposed to unnerve her. She decides to not let this creep push her around anymore and to OWN this audition. With a coy smile playing on her face, Emily looks Reg dead in the eyes, pulling the clip holding her hair in place. She sways her head left and right as her hair falls into place. Using her hand to cover both breasts before unhooking her bra to let it fall away, and then revealing each nipple in a manner she saw her roommate "Wendy" practice in front of a mirror. She turns her back to Reg and, taking ahold of her waistband, bends over as she slowly slides her panties down revealing her firm youthful backside. When she is done, she is standing in front of him nude. Thinking him putty in her hands, she impudently challenges him, "What now?" She watches as his face begins to contort a little like he is about to sneeze until he suddenly breathes out a long exhaled "N-i-i-ice!" Taken aback, Emily blinks as she looks uncertainly at Reg Suddenly, his hands unclasp and fall to his lap. There is an audible pop as he backs his chair up and zips up. From under the desk, a scantily clad dancer gets up and delicately wipes at the corners of her mouth with one finger, as if that makes her look less trashy. She is in her late twenties with a short cropped pixie haircut. She puts some bubble gum in her mouth which she chews as she talks in a high nasal voice, "Are we square now Reggie?" Reg stands up with a contemplative smile on his face. He addresses the other stripper but never takes his eyes off of Emily. "Yeah, we're square, Chloe. Now, run along and let me do some business." Chloe gives Emily a once over and says "She looks good Reggie." then walks out while Emily looks after her, her mouth slightly agape all the while. "Do you expect me to... to...?" Emily stammers flustered at Reg. Unsure of what was happening; Emily tries to cover her pussy and nipples with her hands as Reg walks around to where she is standing. He coos "Easy babe, easy." reaching out, he cups her chin reassuringly. Emily notes in passing that Reg is actually an inch shorter in height than herself ...without her heels. He explains as if to a child, "If you're stripping and you want a better percentage of the drinks you help sell, then yes, but you're going to be working the play, so, no." Reg's cupped hand now gives her face a gentle reassuring pat as he turns and finishes to himself "...for now". He walks back to his desk and sits on the front corner. He folds his arms over his chest, and is now all business as he regards Emily evenly. "Now I told you the basics about your stage character and what is expected, over the phone. You and the other two main performers share on half the cover. As a main character, that means 25 percent of the share, the other two make 15 and 10. Two half hour shows a night, three nights a week. You will be the alternates for the A-list performers. A-list performers make 10 percent more and only work two days a week." Reg pauses as his eyes feast on her nakedness, which is showing as Emily starts to relax again. "Honest kid, you look hot enough to be on the A-list, but it's also based on how well you act. Our normal crowd is about 100 people for each show and about twice that on Fridays and Saturdays. If you draw in a bigger crowd than normal for three months, then I'll give you a shot at the A-list. You are not obligated to have your picture taken with any fans after the show, but you keep all money from posing. It also tends to keep you popular with recurring customers." He scratches his chin as he arches an eyebrow. "You can strip if you want more money, but usually that's enough for the other performers. ...are you still interested kiddo?" Reg smiles confidently. Emily is very good in math and sees dollar signs flash in front of her eyes for what amounts to only three hours work, two if she makes the A-list. Trying hard to look casually unimpressed she nods vigorously to Reg. "That, sounds ...fair." She also has completely forgotten that she is standing nude right in front of this fully dressed stranger. "Say, you're going to need a stage name, so now you're going to go by..." Reg thinks about Emily's sweet ass. "'Lashley?' Yeah, Lashley. Hey, I just made that up. Not bad, huh? Now, 'Lashley', if you remember, I mentioned a condition to this audition over the phone young lady." Reg leers, holding his hand out in invitation. "This is it." She thinks. Lashley hears a ringing in her ears as her heart races in her breast. She places her hand into his and allows him to gently but firmly pull her over his knee until she is bent over the front of his desk. She feels how vulnerable her derriere is, placed in this position with her charms fully displayed and within arm's reach of this man she doesn't know. "wait a minute am I in sane I don't know him what if he wants a blowjob afterwards gross I don't want this he isn't even cute why am I here money think about the money it's too late I can't leave now yes I can I haven't been bad why am I doing this maybe he will go easy on me yeah right think again 'Lashley' gosh that name is SO cliché he said I am hot maybe he is just trying to scare me ha ha okay that's enough jokes over get real 'Lashley' he is going to make you not sit down for a week it's a lot of money I could pay off all my classes oh new shoes maybe even those jelly toys I wonder who wolf-whistled at me before oh god can I really do this he isn't going to be as gentle as Derek did it that one time Derek oh god afterwards how hot was that oh momma wait oh no not now no no no Reg will think I'm getting hot for him gross breathe breathe relax don't think about Derek and his long hard hot OMG stop thinking of creamy mMMm oh god 'Lashley' you deserve this you are so bad please don't hurt me Reg hah Reggie what a name he is so short this place smells ugh this isn't me wait, that's right Lashley is here now, not me Lashley is the bad girl not good girl Emily why do I think we're both going to feel it gosh it's so cold my nipples feel like they are about to fall off..." She pinches her knees together trying to allow him to see less, shifting and fidgeting as Reg takes his time to roll up one shirt sleeve. She waits for what she knows will come next and bites her lip. She looks over her shoulder wondering why it's taking so long. "I expect you to act like a professional and not cover up your backside after any smack. As in the show, I expect you to restrain yourself from moving as that would induce an unsafe situation. You will get a small sample and take twenty spanks. As I expect in the show, try to cover your bottom once and the audition is over." "You are expected to memorize your lines with no ad-libbing. Any misspoken lines during the show and you'll be "auditioning" with me again. Furthermore, after this spanking, you will go down to the bar and order me a drink, then bring it back up here. Walking around naked with a freshly spanked ass should let us both know if you can handle getting the same treatment, while up on stage in a room of drooling men. Is that clear?" Lashley swallows, "Yes sir." Reg grins, thinking to himself, "I LOVE college girls. They all start out so enthusiastic and proper." Outside the door, Chloe has been listening at the door and having realized the new girl was about to be "auditioned", now bends over opening the door a crack to peek inside. She never hears the other dancer walking up behind her, but she feels the stinging slap as Tanya gives Chloe's backside a quick swat for peeping on the boss. Chloe straightens up quickly. Her eyes squint as she fights the urge to yelp so the boss doesn't hear her, her hand rubbing her buns. "Whatchu doin' Chloe?" the other dancer redundantly asks, bobbing her head, with arms folded. Chloe shushes Tanya animatedly while enthusiastically whispering, "Reggie is about to 'audition' a new goil for the stage show. Want to sneak a peek?" Tanya falters, then an impish smile crosses her face, "Five spanks on stage says she don't make it." "Winner gets all the tips?" Chloe whispers. Tanya nods and they shake hands. They crack the door open so they can both peek inside. Reg levels a solid blow to Lashley's backside that makes both dancers jump with sympathy. Occasional "mistakes" in the past have made them know exactly how hard Reg can spank. As thin and short as Reg might be, both ladies know he has a hand as firm as a paddle and a seemingly tireless arm. That foreknowledge doesn't make them any less enthusiastic or dampen their voyeuristic delight. "WOW!" Lashley exclaims as she realizes this isn't going to be an easy spanking at all. She keeps in mind the amount of money she can make and steels herself for the following blows. The second spank echoes off the walls loudly, but a barely heard exhaled hiss is the only indication of it having any effect on Lashley. Another spank and she whimpers lightly as her normally fair backside starts to gain a dark pink shade. The two girls outside giggle and chortle with the way the co-ed's delightful backside jiggles after each spank applied. "Owwie!" Lashley now twists her backside side to side to try to avoid the stinging blows, which again adds to the delight of the two dancers and Reg himself. "Oh!" Lashley feels pressure building behind her eyes. There wasn't any reason for her to cry, but she could tell tears were coming. "Ow! P-p-please a m-moment?" Her body writhes with the need for her to reach back and comfort her sore and smarting fanny flesh. "No." Reg replies simply. Tanya tries to control her giggling long enough to whisper, "I don't think she's gonna make it!" Chloe tries to bolster Lashley, supportively whispering "Come on kiddo, I got a bet ridin' on your ass!" "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I didn't feel I was such a bad girl for being here?" she reasoned to herself, but that thought is interrupted by the next sting she feels. "AH! No! Wait!" Lashley starts to reach back, but stops herself and chokes a sob. "Ow, ow, OW! Lashley is sniffling now. She wiggles her backside a couple times and she gets the next hit before she is ready for it. "Ahh!" Now Lashley shimmies her backside back and forth furiously, almost like she is trying to dissipate the heat emanating from her backside. The girls outside the door are almost falling over each other laughing at Lashley's antics. Lashley starts to cry, but then she feels something is wrong. Her spanking isn't even half over yet, Reg has stiffened up, why? Too late she realizes that she has grabbed her backside without even thinking about it. "Wait, no! Wait! Wait!" she gets up partially and grabs a hold of Reg imploringly by the shoulder. She sees the money she hopes to make, disappearing from her reach. Through teary eyes, she appeals to him. "Please, you have to give me another chance!" "Sweetie, I said if you covered yourself once, that's it..." Reg started. "Wait! I'll tell you what, s-start over and give me twenty more, I'll show you it was just a-a-a mistake!" Lashley smiles bravely through tears. "Listen, I'm trying to tell you..." Reg tries to interrupt her. "Okay." Lashley decides to up the ante and sniffs up her tears trying to exude her confidence in herself. "Thirty!" Reg is chuckling with widespread hands, which Lashley takes as him conceding to her deal and assumes her previous position before he can back out. Reg chuckles to himself, "I was going to say that wiggling you did made me decide to hire you already. If everybody is as taken with you as much as those two sneaks outside and I are, then the patrons are gonna drool over ya! But if a sweet young thing like you wants to get more spanks for no reason?? Who am I to say no? Heh heh. Besides, every girl here has covered up her backside at LEAST once. It's good to be the boss! Hey, maybe I should rename her Lashley Wiggles? ...hmm..." Then placing one hand on the small of her back while the other cups one reddened cheek, "Okay Lashley, here's the beginning of thirty more!" **** Outside, Tanya stood up victoriously as soon as Lashley covered her backside. Chloe was slower and a little more slump-shouldered stood up. "I coulda sworn she'd make it..." Tanya took a hold of the other stripper's bra-strap and walked away with Chloe in tow. They proceeded downstairs and walked over to the main stage. Chloe was looking down at the floor. Tanya grabbed one of the tip buckets as she passed the bar. She stopped at the front stage where the three guys were just sitting down. Sweetly, she asked "Would one of you strong, strapping guys think you could bring me that chair you aren't using, please?" All three jumped up but Rich was the first to grab the chair. Tanya gushed "Why, thank you!" then giving a yank to Chloe, continued to the stage. Standing just a couple of feet away, she turned as Rich stopped in front of her. "Here?" he asked. Tanya nodded vigorously with a wide smile, "Thank you oh so much!" then after placing the tip bucket on the floor nearby, turned and looking up to the DJ booth. She raised her hand and made a "money" gesture with her fingers. The DJ, who was used to such goings on, lowered the music and piped in over the loud speaker, "Looks like there has been a bet going on guys and the loser is the lovely Chloe. Bu-u-ut her loss is y-o-our gain! Don't miss out to see how we deal with bets at The Bad Girl Bar!" Tanya sat down on the chair with her legs and arms crossed. She looked expectantly at Chloe who shuffled closer and held out her hand. Tanya grabbed Chloe by the wrist and with a yank, pulled the other stripper over her knees. Perched as she was, Chloe's bottom waved in the air as her hands and feet barely touched the floor, looking back over her shoulder wistfully. Dancers and patrons alike circled around. Tanya pursed her lips and her eyes rounded as she slowly pulled Chloe's tub dress up exposing her g-string covered fanny. She pantomimed as if she were sad and started to give Chloe's bottom a few sympathetic circling rubs. Then she suddenly gave a firm playful slap to Chloe's quivering cheeks. Chloe gave a little girl yelp "One!" she said loudly. "The mo-o-ore you tip, the ha-a-arder Tanyya will hit her guys!" The DJ announced. At that moment, a fair flood of tips entered the bucket, much to Chloe's chagrin. "Joey? No-o-o! Pete? Come awn, not so much!" Chloe pled for fairness. Tanya shrugged with a helpless grin, grabbed Chloe by the hair with one hand, pulling her head back. Raised her hand very high and gave two swift firm smacks to Chloe's sit-upon. "Yiee-Ow!" Chloe swiveled her hips around, her eyes firmly shut, "Two! Three!" Tanya pouted in a little girl way in mock sympathy as she caressed Chloe's cheeks, then nodded expectantly at the bucket. More tips followed which prompted Tanya to smack viciously at Chloe's proffered buns. "Eee!" Chloe's back was arched and her fingertips barely touched the floor. "Four!" Tanya held up her finger indicating "one more" and as more tips fell in her bucket a final time, she arched her hand up high. Chloe knew this was going to be the worst and craned her head to look over her shoulder with sad regret, to check on the sorry state of her own butt. Tanya delivered the final wallop to Chloe's cheeks with a resounding smack. OW! Chloe yelped and slapped her hand on the floor, voicing "Five!" Tanya let go of Chloe's hair and then nodded giving a quiet clapping gesture, which prompted the patrons and dancers alike to start applauding in avid approval. She helped Chloe stand up, and then stood up herself. Chloe started to rub her bottom vigorously all the while pouting. Tanya smiled, preening and gave a gentle pinch next to Chloe's pouting lip. "...and thank YOU ever so much!" then crinkled her nose cutely. She turned and standing like a ballerina, with feet crossed, bent at the waist to pick up the tip bucket. Chloe vengefully struck out a resounding smack to Tanya's ghetto booty which made Tanya stand upright mincing in place and rubbing her backside. At one point it looked like either dancer might start to fight, but then they started laughing as they hugged each other. Chloe was still rubbing her bottom though with one hand. Holding Chloe at arm's length, Tanya said, "Oh girlfriend, you NEVA know who ta bet on!" Tanya shook her head, smiling. "And YOU used tah go easier on me!" Chloe ruefully rubbed some more, pouting pitifully. Tanya cocked her head at Chloe, then reached into her tip bucket, and offered Chloe a twenty dollar bill. "Square?" Chloe made like she was thinking about it, before snatching it out of Tanya's hand as fast as a snake. "Square." The music returned to its normal set as they walked off the stage and the spare chair was returned to the trio's table. **** Confused, Chris leaned in to Mike, "Do you think that was the show?" Mike was just about to say "No" when suddenly Reg's voice called over a speaker saying "PRIORITY THREE." All the bartenders moved to the end of the bar, furthest away from his office. Chris stopped to look curiously at Rich as he saw the ever observant Rich's mouth go slack. He saw Rich that was looking at the top of the stairs. The other two looked to see what he was looking at and saw a nude, fair skinned blonde girl standing at the top of the stairs. She seemed to be trying to muster up her courage for some reason. Chris laughed grabbing Mike by the shoulder, "Hey! You know who that looks like? It looks like..." Mike gave a shove to Chris, "Yeah, right. Pfft. Not! She is going out with Derek and she would NEVER..." but then he wasn't so sure. Behind them, Rich clearly saw and wordlessly nodded his head. The young blonde raised her hand to wipe her eyes, then inhaled, and with lifted chin, slowly, gracefully descended the stairs. The trio sat slack jawed as Rich continued to nod his head wordlessly. The nude blonde got to the bottom of the stairs; again some wolf whistles echoed all over, most of them coming from dancers who knew all too well what had happened. She managed a grateful smile, then walked over to the bar hoping to reduce how far she had to go. She waved her hand high trying to get a bartender's attention. She didn't. Her shoulders slumped when she realized they were ignoring her on purpose. She bit her lip and looked down, hiding her blushing face in her free flowing locks as she started to walk over to where all the bartenders were standing. Her right hand was crossed over behind her back and holding the elbow of her other arm. She walked very casually, like nothing was happening, like she was walking in the park on a lazy day. Thus, Lashley didn't notice the trio as she passed their table, but they could plainly see her reddened backside. Mike started "Holy..." Chris finished "...Shit!" Tales from the Bad Girl Bar Ch. 01 Rich was now looking uncomfortable and shifting in his seat with his hand tugging at his pants for more room. By the time Lashley got to the end of the long oval bar, half the patrons saw her and were smiling with appreciation. The trouble is, when she got to the end of the bar, the bartenders doubled back along the far side, to the other end of the bar. Lashley gave a huff and started walking a little faster to catch up with them. She wove through the crowd as she got to the other end, but again, the bartenders had doubled back via the near side, making Lashley parade around the whole bar. In spite of her situation, Lashley started giggling as she half ran through the crowd and finally caught up to the bartenders. The crowd applauded which caused her to look around, eyes smiling, turning, and she gave a little curtsey in all directions. She wasn't trying to curtseying though; she was really showing off her well-spanked bottom to anyone who had missed it. She leaned over the bar so she could be heard, but also to show off her backside. "Reg wanted me to pick up his drink", she informed one bartender needlessly. He handed her a mixed drink. She didn't know what was in it. Lashley was surprised to find that walking around naked had made her feel quite warm. She swirled the drink with one finger, then put her finger in her mouth. She decided she liked the taste, and then asked the bartender "I don't have my purse with me or any money even if I did. Do I get any free drinks working here?" The bartender shook his head "You have to pay like everyone else or find someone to buy it for you. Better hurry, Reg doesn't like to be kept waiting." he then walked off to get a patron his drink. Lashley nodded, walking away from the bar. "Lashley isn't Emily" she reasoned to herself, "Emily would be prompt and bring Reg his drink properly, but Emily wouldn't walk around naked in front of a room full of strangers, and enjoy it so much." Emily decided she might as well find out how much "Lashley" would be willing to do. Lifting the drink to her lips, she took a sip then drank a couple more swallows of it as she walked into the middle of a group of men who had been leering at her as she bent over the bar. "Hey guys, my name is Lashley. I'll be starring in the plays here shortly." She stirred the drink with her finger, again then pushed her finger between her lips, sucking on it, then resumed, "Now what am I going to have to do to get one of you guys to buy me a drink?" She giggled at their stunned responses. Meanwhile, the three guys slowly turned to face each other again and were in stunned silence until Mike broke in, "We HAVE to come back here!" **** The house lights flicker once, then dims some more and the crowd quiets down. Any dancers who were teasing and gyrating on a guy in a lap dance, end their set as all activity stops for the main stage show. A spot light fixes on the curtain and out walks the emcee. "Hey, welcome to a new production of The Bad Girl Bar! Best club in town with the hottest girls, am I right?" The crowd cheers their approval. "Whoa, hey, are you guys ready for a hot new show tonight, because we have a good one for ya!" A thunderous applause and plenty of hooting indicates the crowd's readiness. "Tonight for your entertainment value, we present a play simply called 'Family Values'. So without further delay, let the show begin!" the emcee gestures grandly while sidestepping out of the spotlight. **** The short stage is only a slightly raised area from the crowd surrounding it on three sides. It is pitch black except for a spotlight focused on the curtain. It parts and out come four strapping men, each wearing a black bathing suit. They are barely visible as they aren't the subject the spotlight is trained on. They move in unison with arms upraised, as they are supporting an athletic but petite 20 year old, freckle faced girl with curly, long, red hair. It is like she is crowd surfing, only the stagehands under her carry her everywhere. Surrounded by darkness, it gives the illusion that she floats on air. Her features belie her actual age, but fit the young-schoolgirl role she presents. She wears a tartan micro-miniskirt with a white midriff tie-top, and is bare foot. She is wreathed in the spotlight as it singles her out, lying on her side, lounging, her head propped up by her own hand. The men underneath her walk around the stage area once, showing her off to the crowd all in a prearranged "dance". She breaks character for a moment and smiles, waving to all her new wolf whistling fans. Then the men stop to one side of the stage. The curtain parts again and two more men come out holding up a slightly lush figured 27 year old woman. She has wavy brown hair with blond streaks and is dressed in a black with gold trim corset, black thong panties with stockings, but likewise, no shoes. Unlike the first younger woman, this "older" woman is carried in a more upright standing position; each man holding one foot low while their other hand hefts one cheek of her buttocks at shoulder height. She gets wolf whistles too, but the more veteran actress, sagely, doesn't respond with more than a slight curl to her lips and a nod to the crowd. She gestures her arms wide grandly and speaks in a clear enthusiastic 1950's sitcom manner, "Hello Summer, I'm home sweetheart!" "Oh ...hello, Mom." blithely responds the red haired school girl in her stage voice. "I just bought a new outfit and I got so excited, I just HAD to wear it home!" The standing woman gushes with delight. "Do you think your father will like it?" She arches her body slightly with arms outstretched, displaying her curves nicely. The men under her spin around showing her off, prompting a short round of applause from the crowd. After the crowd's approval, and without even looking, Summer responds despondently, fanning her mouth, "Yeah ...I'm sure he'll like it, Mom." The men brought the mother closer to her daughter, "So SWEET is my little ...Summer? What is that you're wearing? I don't remember you dressed like that this morning?" The mother puts her hands on her hips in exaggerated disapproval. "Oh, this?" Summer rouses to pull at her skirt. "...well, like you, Mom, I wanted to make a couple of the boys at school happy to see me." Suddenly with an impish grin, she winks at her 'mother', "It was a HIT!" The stage hands lift the mother up so she seems to be standing tall over her daughter. "Summer! You know how your father feels about you dressing like that!" wagging her finger at Summer. "I thought we got rid of all that cheap clothing of yours?" Stretching out on her back, Summer lazily responds "Chill out, Mom, Dad isn't due home for a little while and besides..." she smirks, "these are yours." "Those are MY clothes?" the mother asks, bringing her hands animatedly to her head in shock. "Well, yeah ...but I had to take it in a LOT. Jeez, I didn't know you were so FAT, Mom," Summer sasses. Her mother's mouth hangs open in stunned outrage. The men under her lower her down to a seated position on their shoulders and her spotlight follows her to the edge of the stage. She is moved over to where Mike, Chris and Rich are seated. She can't see them, but knows someone is sitting there. She tilts her head and unknowingly asks Mike in a clear ringing tone, "Have you ever seen such an attitude in a child? I mean, really!" Summer sits up to look at the back of her "mother", placing her hands on her hips, silently mimicking her behind her back. Chris and Rich shift away, making Mike the focus of attention, which gets an unpleasant look from Mike. He manages a barely audible "Not really." "Not really?!" the mother repeats in her louder stage voice, for the sake of the crowd. Summer, putting her thumb to her nose, impudently wiggles her fingers at her mother's back. While normally a loud voice in a crowd, Mike didn't anticipate a career in acting when he came to the bar. Rich and Chris meanwhile are laughing and ribbing Mike, meanwhile glad they didn't get singled out. "Do you think my daughter is behaving like a ...bad girl?" The mother continues her conversation with Mike, retracting her head back in exaggerated question. An eerie silence makes Mike feel like everyone is looking at him clearly even though it is dark. Feeling a little heady from the pressure, Mike shoots back loudly, "Yeah, she is!" The mother widens her eyes in shock and disbelief while Summer frowns and sticks her tongue out at the voice that said this. The response is loud enough that the mother doesn't need to repeat it. "Oh my!" The mother places her hand to her chest. "My daughter is a bad girl? Why, whatever should I do?" Then, looking at Mike again, the mother continues in her stage voice, "You've been rather helpful. What DO you think I should do?" Again, Mike feels like the eyes of the crowd, his friends, Summer, the mother, even the stagehands carrying them are all looking at him. He swallows and feels his mouth go dry in anticipation of the answer he wants to give, but not knowing if it is the answer the crowd wants to hear. "Go on! Tell her!" a few voices in the back of the crowd shout out. Mike manages a feeble "...Spank her?" "SPANK HER?" The mother announces for the crowd. Overhearing this, Summer begins to bite on her fingernail in a worried expression. "Well, I don't know." The mother "walks" away from Mike's table and continues musingly to herself. She now addresses the whole crowd and the guys under her support her so she is standing tall again. "Do you think I should spank her?" The crowd is a little more hip to the shows from The Bad Girl Bar, and a deafening "Yeah!" is heard from patrons and dancers alike, making Mike feel slightly less like crawling under a rock. "Oh! You all think so? Hmm, well ...yes, I suppose that would work!" The mother muses loudly. Summer curls up and covers her mouth looking back and forth quickly like all her friends had suddenly deserted her. The men under the mother bring her back alongside Summer. Leveling her gaze and pointing at Summer, the mother proclaims, "Get ready young lady, I'm going to give you a good old fashioned spanking!" Summer starts talking quickly as her mother slowly approaches. "Why are you listening to him mom?" "...I'm your little sweetheart, remember?" "But, but, I'm too old to get a spanking!" "...I...I'll take off your clothes and get them all cleaned and nicely folded?" With her arms folded across her chest, Tara, Summer's "mother", shakes her head negatively to each of Summer's alternative suggestions. Summer is "rolled over" onto her tummy by the three stage-hands under her. "This is SO unfair." Summer pouts. Stage hands nearby clasp each other's arms and allow the mother to sit on their forearms. Another two lift and support Tara's feet so her legs are straight out, while one man stands behind her giving her back support, so that Tara is in a reclined sitting position. Then, with only one man holding her knees, and another her shoulders, Summer, faced down, is bent at the waist, and moved into position over her mother's lap like two jigsaw pieces being fitted together. Lifting the barely concealing mini-skirt up, eliciting an "Ooh!" from the crowd, her mother exclaims to the more observant crowd, "Summer, you don't have on any panties?" "Well, it's called commando and the boys really like it... it gives them 'easy access'." Summer knowingly winks at her mother, but then blanches as she sees her mother's hand rising up threateningly over her butt. "But, Mo-o-om!" Ouch! "Hey!" OW! "Mom??" Ow! OW! OW! "Mommie?" Owwie! OWW!! OWW!!! Scissor kicking her feet freely, Summer is overacting her lines on cue with proper projection, in spite of the fact she is getting some fairly significant spanks. Summer continued to overact her predicament as her mother delivered spank after warming spank all over Summer's formerly glowing white bottom. Her derriere started to take on a lovely shade of rose when her mother was half way done with her. Then suddenly her "mother" got a curious feral smile on her face as she started to rain vicious slaps to the petite red head's bouncing backside, something not totally unnoticed by Summer nor the stagehands supporting them. The stagehands were expecting this, though, and simply held onto Summer a little more firmly, partly for her own safety, but mostly so she couldn't wiggle free. Summer, the new star of the show, looked over her shoulder at the former star of the show playing her "mother". Tara now smacked with wild abandon on Summer's poor bottom. Summer had overheard that an initiation was to be expected but hadn't expected this. Though now her sounds of anguish and outrage were more genuine, she could do nothing more than suffer through her predicament. The show MUST go on, after all. After Summer had well received forty sharp stinging wallops, and more than a little tearful, her mother started to relent and gently rubbed Summer's fanny, saying "There now, all over". After a while, Summer had gotten her breathing and sniffling under control. "Are you going to disobey your father or me again?" Sniff. "N-no, N-n-never again!" "Are you going to borrow anything of mine again?" "O-only after asking you if it's okay?" "Very good, and more importantly, are you going to say your mother is FAT ...EVER again?" "...Umm, well, you know Mom..." Ouch! Ow! Owie! OW! OW! "Please? Ok. Oh-OKAY! I'll never say it again!" "Fine. Now come here, my little girl." In this, the stagehands supporting the two women again showed their ability in expertly maneuvering to accommodate the ladies. Shortly, Mother and daughter are curled in each other's arms cuddling on cue. Then Tara said quietly for only Summer to hear "Sorry kiddo, but it's only fair to give you, the same that was given to me". Summer suddenly felt closer to her surrogate mother and warmly hugged Tara, nodding her head in understanding which prompted the audience's responsive "Aw." Both actresses broke role to grin and make shushing gestures at the crowd. Suddenly, there is a loud sound of clomping feet from backstage, as both women go wide eyed and start swiveling their heads back and forth. "That sounds like your father." the mother exclaims for the benefit of the crowd. Summer responds "Are you sure?" "How many other men are allowed back stage right now?" Tara mildly rebukes Summer. This elicits a chuckle from the crowd, which Summer uses as free time to sheepishly nod her agreement. "What will I do? If Dad sees me like this, I'll get another spanking." Summer states, pouting sadly and pulling at her absconded miniskirt. The men start re-maneuvering under the ladies, separating them. "Hide!" calls out Tara in a co-conspiratorial way as the men under her resume holding Tara in her standing position. "I would if I could just get out of this spot light!" Summer comically tries to move her shoulders as the men under her, move her side to side as if trying to dodge the beam of light which persistently follows her. The mother stands up, with the assistance of the men under her, and flings her arms wide trying to stand between Summer and her father. The curtains are parted quickly by a sole man, who is followed shortly by Summer's father supported by several men under him. While just dressed in a pair of blue silk briefs, unlike the ladies already on the stage, the father was held aloft with a padded but lightweight framework which he could stand or sit on. The framework also allowed the men supporting him to rest the framework on their shoulders to support his greater weight. He is 33 years old and a hard chiseled physique. He is tan and has wavy brown hair. He stands with exaggerated pomp and self importance. A couple of the strippers off-stage wolf whistle at him, which earns them a leering smile in their direction. "Hello Tara, Summer. I'm home! I'd say I lost my shirt at the office today but I seem to have lost my pants too!" The crowd chuckles at the actors antics and delivered line. The actor portraying the husband and father suddenly stops and double takes on his "wife". "Hell-ooo you sweet thing! You'd better hide because my wife might see you at any minute. Heh heh "Tara, honey, you look..." Meanwhile, Tara is brought within inches of her husband, and she "spins" him around so his back is to Summer. "...Fantastic?" he finishes. "Craig, honey, sweetie pie, welcome home." Then when her husband is trying to turn around to see what is going on behind him, Tara continues "What do you think of this outfit I just bought?" Meanwhile, Summer is trying to find a hiding spot and yells at the front of the audience "Get out of my way!" which elicits more chuckles. Craig first starts to leer at the outfit, while Tara twists this way then that but she then looks pointedly past Craig's shoulder. Which prompts Craig to turn and spot Summer. "Summer!" Craig turns his head slightly and pauses to put up his hand as if to make what he says less audible though the crowd hears him clearly, "Isn't that your schoolgirl outfit Tara?" Tara shrugs, giving a sheepish grin in response, before Craig continues to admonish Summer, "What are you doing in that outfit?" Summer sits on the upheld hands under her as if she is sitting on the floor and moves her feet as if she is backing away. Well ...I ...that is..." Summer stutters. "Did you wear that to school?" her father admonishes her. "I don't see how that matters!" Summer defiantly sits up with her hands on her hips. Craig starts to wag his finger at Summer but pauses and says "I'll deal with you in a minute!" He turns and confronts his wife "You knew?" Shocked at this accusation, and the redirection at herself, Tara tries to insert, "Now, not really dear, I..." "And you tried to hide that from me." Craig finished. Looking like she feels a little guilty, the men under her slowly lower her standing position so her husband looks taller. Tara puts her hands on her hips defiantly."I don't see how that matters!" Meanwhile, the crowd parts to let the men holding up Summer pass among them where they stop off at a small one person stage set at shoulder height. Summer steps onto it, giving the stagehands supporting her a rest. "Hey! That was MY line!" Summer interjects. Both her parents correct her, saying "You be quiet!" Summer flinches at the rebuke as her spot light quickly dims. Craig folds his arms over his chest, standing widespread on the platform held up by the men under him. "Uh oh, I know THAT look." Tara gulps, then smiles nervously, putting her hands behind her to cover her bottom. "Craig, dear, you wouldn't embarrass me by giving me a spanking me in front of all these people, would you sweetie?" Craig looks to either side and then slowly nods his head, smiling. He takes a hold of her hand as Tara steps up onto the supported platform with her husband. He, sitting down on the stool mounted to the platform, pulls his wife over his knee. "By the way Tara, I didn't answer before, but that is a WONDERFUL outfit you have on." He adjusts her comfortably on his lap. Tara sounds hopeful that Craig would get distracted "You think so? I-eeeeEEE!" Craig starts smacking Tara's bottom with full approval of the audience. She kicks her feet prettily as each smack warms her bottom nicely. Over on her small platform, Summer at first seems shocked and winces at each spank her mother gets, but shortly she covers her mouth and giggles, pointing at her mother's humiliating predicament. Yet, that too begins to bore her. So she starts to moon or flash her boobs sassily at the audience members, teasing them by rubbing her nipples through her blouse.