“They will do no such thing!!”

       Nina and Helen’s attention was now fixed elsewhere, into the middle distance.  “Here comes trouble,” Nina muttered.

        It was a green-eyed, brown-haired woman in her 30’s in an exquisite black dress with a scoop neck which revealed a modest but beautiful cleavage.  The clicking of her high-heeled black boots could be heard over the music.  She was pretty in an evil way, like the Wicked Queen in “Snow White”.  And she was followed closely by Ashley, the waitress who wore just two vertical strings, holding a serving platter with something on it covered with a white cloth.

        “Well hello.”   Katie’s velvet voice, dripping with foreboding and venom, was addressed to all, but her gaze was focused on Tami.

        “Uh, have a seat, Katie,” Nina said, getting up to grab an empty chair from the next table.

        “Thank you,” Katie said, accepting the chair as if it were her due, sitting down with the slow gravity of royalty as Ashley stood obediently behind her.  “So this is Miss Tami Smithers, the radical nudist?”

        Tami smiled and nodded, seeming to blush a bit in the presence of this august personage.

        “I see you’ve become friendly with Miss West and Miss Thomas, employees of the firm I retain?”

        The naked teenager nodded again, not quite smiling any more, a little puzzled.  “I thought Mrs.  Wickland was their boss.”

        “She is.  I RETAIN the firm, child.  That means I hire them.  Miss West and Miss Thomas have, shall we say, an unusual working arrangement?”

        Nina and Helen squirmed.  Even Kelly was beginning to seem uncomfortable.

        “You see, ‘Mrs.’ Wickland, as you call her, requires them to be naked at all times when they are in her office.”   Katie smiled an evil smile and looked with narrowed eyes at Nina and Helen.

        Tami looked at her friends.  “What?  .  .  .  Why?”

        Nina cleared her throat and looked sheepishly at her drink.  “She makes us.  Otherwise she’ll fire us.”

        “Well go work elsewhere then,” Tami said, getting excited.  Lucy put the new ginger ales down.  Tami said “Thank you” and waited till Lucy left.  Then she took a big gulp of ginger ale and looked up.  Her eyes flashed.  “She has no right to make you do that.  Tell her to stuff it.”

        Katie laughed, clearly amused.  “My dear child, I like to hear such spirit.  I know your background.  You simply do not know our ways.  A different order prevails here.”   She snapped her fingers and Ashley came up to her side, holding the serving tray.  “Miss West, Miss Thomas, and you too, Miss Cook, I’d like you to remove your blouses and let Ashley adorn you with these exquisite bracelets.”   Ashley, with just a trace of a smirk, removed the cloth to reveal shiny, expensive-looking pairs of handcuffs.

        Tami looked at these with widened eyes.  Nina, Helen and Kelly looked at each other for an uncomfortable moment, then cleared their throats and began to unbutton their blouses.  Nina and Helen were blushing furiously.

        “Wait!” The naked teenager stood up, pushing her chair back with a loud scrape against the floor.  She stuck her bare breasts out and, in a voice which suddenly brought all conversation in the bar to a halt, said, “They will do no such thing!  Go away!!”

        All conversation stopped.  At a nod from Katie, Lucy turned the music off.  The bar was now silent, a fact Katie intended to use to her advantage.  In a menacingly quiet voice she said, “WHAT .  .  .  did you say?”

        The naked girl betrayed a quick eye-flick of fear down towards her companions.  She seemed to close her legs a bit, and crossed her arms over her bare breasts as if to cover them, the toes of one bare foot twisting into the dusty floor.  Then she took a quick ragged breath and planted her feet firmly, a little apart, and threw back her shoulders.  Her crossed arms rose up, no longer a shield but a battering ram.  “We’re just chilling out.  You have no right to order my friends to do -- that.  Go away!”  Then the naked teenager put her arms down stiffly to her sides and tried to match the steely gaze of the exquisitely dressed older woman.

        Katie shook her head with a little smile.  “My dear, they have agreed to take their clothes off and be bound whenever I say so.”

        Tami knitted her brow.  “That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard!  Like who would want to do that!”  She looked at her companions and then up at Katie.  “I don’t believe you!”

        Katie looked down at Nina, Helen and Kelly again.  “Don’t disobey me, ladies.  Take those blouses off.”

        “NO!” Tami said to them before they had a chance to reach for their buttons again.  “Don’t do it!  Why do you listen to this lady??!”  She looked up at Katie, her voice taking on a fervent, emotional tone.  “They don’t have to take their clothes off if they don’t want to!!”  Her body quivered with emotion, causing her breasts to wiggle tightly back and forth.

        Katie sighed in exasperation.  “My dear child, where we come from we don’t question orders.”

        “Well where I come from we DO!”  Tami, her breasts thrust out, stood right up to Katie.

        Katie was taller than Tami -- or was it just her high heeled boots?  -- and looked down at the naked girl with disdain.  Then she turned away.  “I have no patience with you, you naked little tart.”   She motioned to Ashley.  “Cuff ‘em.  We’ll take off the blouses later.”

        Ashley began to set the serving tray down.  And then Tami made her move.  She hopped over to the table and shoved the tray out of Ashley’s hands.  The tray fell to the floor with a clang, the handcuffs tinkling as they scattered on the floor.  All three women sitting there turned white as sheets and held their breath.

        Katie quickly regained her composure and looked at the naked girl.  Her eyes slowly went downward.  In a measured voice barely containing her rage, she said, “That is a lovely pair of lower lips you have, child.  How would you like to have them, shall we say, adorned?”

        Katie snapped her fingers.  Tami found herself backing up against the bar as Ashley advanced on her from the left and another waitress in a French maid’s outfit came in from the right.  At first the naked girl seemed unsure what to do.  But then, with all her limberness and all her strength, using her elbows to prop herself up on the bar behind her, she hefted her bent legs up and apart, so wide that everyone could see her bare, tanned pussy lips slightly parted and the little puckered asterisk below.  She planted a bare foot into the chest of each advancing waitress and with her body’s strongest muscles propelled them away across the bar.  The waitresses skidded on their high heels and then fell over and rolled away on the floor.  They picked themselves up and meekly slunk away to the back room.

        Katie waved her hand furiously and a more formidable opponent was now on the scene.  “YOUNG LADY!”  It was the thundering voice of Carl, the bouncer.  Katie took out a ring that Tami guessed was for the labia, and menacingly brandished it in her direction.

        To Tami’s friends back at the college, who had seen her beat up Jamal Washington in the snow, it would not have been a surprise.  But to Nina and Helen, and all the lesbians at the other tables, it was so quick and unbelievable as to seem like a dream.  Big and strong as Carl was, no man could defend himself against what happened in the next split second.  The lightning-quick blur of bare female flesh shooting right at him, then alternate knees in the crotch, four within one second, completed before he had a chance to flinch or move his hands to protect himself.

        It so happened that Tami’s guess as to the location of the man’s testicles was absolutely correct.  After one such knee-stomp any man would double over in pain.  After two he would be rolling on the floor.  After three he would worry about permanent damage to his most tender and most valuable possessions.  And after four powerful hammer-like blows, Carl, stunned, bent over and crumpled to the floor, lying motionless on his side, tears coming from his eyes, unable to breathe, so much in pain that he dare not even make any move that would exert the merest touch on his crushed testicles.

        Katie, seeing her regular troops defeated, looked around the table for reserves.  “WELL?” she said furiously, looking at Nina and Helen and Kelly.  The three were so stunned by events that they didn’t know what to do.  But they could not bring themselves to get up and help this evil lady against their naked young friend.  Indeed, despite Katie’s preeminent position in this place, no one rose from any of the tables to help.  They, too, were transfixed by this brave and strong naked teenager.

        Katie deigned to bend down to the floor to get a pair of the scattered handcuffs.  She rose upright and fixed the panting naked girl, standing in the middle of the floor, with eyes ablaze with anger.  “YOU will pay for this, you stupid child!”  She advanced slowly, gingerly perhaps, aware of the possibility of attack.  “DON’T you DARE lay a HAND on me, or you will suffer!”

        Tami, still panting, put her hands on her bare hips and saucily jutted her pelvis to one side.  “What are you going to do?  Ask me to take my blouse off??!”

        “No,” Katie said, opening one handcuff and extending it.  “I will ask you to put your wrists in these.  Think about the consequences of resisting, child.  I can make you -- uncomfortable for the rest of your life!”

        Katie really was surprised; the onlookers would later concede that much.  To them it seemed like they were watching a scene from an old western, though none where this was done by a naked teenage girl.  The beautiful, evil dominatrix’s eyes and mouth opened wide with outrage and shock as she found herself lifted up by the front of her tight dress and hefted face down onto the bar, and then in the same motion pitched forward with great force along its length.  Bottles and glasses were bowled over by her surprised visage as she slid along the bar until near the end she fell over the other side, causing Lucy, who had been standing amazed with her back to the whiskey rack, to jump out of the way.

        The naked girl, sweating, panting, standing under the dance floor light, looked around slowly at the watching crowd like the winner of a heavyweight fight.  Or like an invader in a hive who had just killed the queen bee.  Her hand was grabbed by Kelly, who led her and Nina and Helen quickly out the back door.  They did not linger to see it, but when the people at the tables finally began to recover from their shock, some were so brave as to smirk with pleasure and silently clap their hands under the table, careful to make their palms miss each other so that there would be no sound.