Amy vs. The Strippers

Sitting up and temporarily trying to push out of her mind everything that had been done to her last night, Amy said, "Wh-what are you doing with my phone?" Amy and Cherry were the only two left in the cell and both were still completely nude (except for Amy's go-go boots)

Smiling, Cherry looked at her and said, "Just leaving my number in your phone in case you want to...meet up again. Also, I'm sending that video we made last night to my phone."

Her eyes wide and now fully awake with panic, Amy jumped to her feet towards Cherry as she said, "NO! Delete that video!"

Cherry backed away from Amy as she said, "No way, you were so hot and beautiful last night and I wan't to keep a recording of our first date..."

Suddenly angry and unable to stop the words, Amy yelled at Cherry, "Date!?!? You and your stripper-bitch friends raped me last night and, once again, I"M NOT A FUCKING LESBIAN and even if I were, I'd like to think I could do better than a stripper-whore like you!"

Now angry and hurt, Cherry said, "What you think you're better than me, because you went to college and work for a fancy company?"

Beginning to calm down, Amy replied in a somewhat civil-tone, "I have an important executive position in my company with a professional image to maintain and the last thing my career needs is that fucking video floating around on the internet, so please hand me back my fucking phone!"and then extended her hand.

Pissed & shocked, Cherry backed up as her fingers quickly worked the phone's keypad.

Starting to freak out, Amy ran towards Cherry as she said, "Wait! What are you doing?!"

With an evil smile, Cherry tossed Amy the phone. Looking at the screen, Amy was filled with dread.

The screen showed that the last video recorded had been successfully sent as an email attachment to ALL.

Numb and legs suddenly wobbly, Amy sat down on the jail bunkbed as she stared at the glowing ALL message on her phone and trying to process what that meant. All of my friends, coworkers and clients are going to see me completely naked and getting fucked!

Sitting next to Amy, Cherry snuggled next to her and said sweetly,"Now, everyone you know will see you the way I see you, naked & passionate. The real you." and then gave Amy a soft kiss on her shoulder, which made her tremble.

Amy sat in silence until the guards released Cherry and then came back for her, saying, "Hey, you're free to go."

"Wow, this place is disgusting; what'd you ladies do in here?"

As the male guard covered Amy with a blanket, he said, "Hey, turns out you're not a stripper. You should have said something." Amy gave him a look and left her cell.

Monday morning, Amy went back to work.

Dressed professionally and wearing sunglasses that covered her eyes (which were red from exhaustion and crying), Amy entered the office. Everyone went quiet and the air was thick with schadenfreude, as the smirking eyes and lips of her coworkers silently judged her. Fuck. I guess they've seen it Amy thought as she walked to her office and she walked a little slower than usual, still sore from the working over those strippers had done on her pussy and asshole.

Entering her office, Amy noticed that a hemmorroid doughnut had been placed on her chair. Fucking Theresa, she thought, but then realized that, as sore as her ass was, it would actually be useful.

Sitting down at her desk, gingerly, Amy checked her email and became a little dizzy when saw that she had over three-thousand new emails. Oh God. All of these people have seen me naked. Naked and getting gang-fucked by a bunch of lesbo strippers!

Still trying to process what this meant to her career, Amy's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door, followed by Theresa entering her office. Oh God, no. It's too early for this. I can't deal with Theresa right now! There was a huge condescending smile on her face as she said, "There's our Amy. You're kind of a celebrity around here today--I think you know why."

"..." was all Amy could think of to say before Theresa continued.

"I really have to commend you on your bravery in coming back here; everyone and I mean EVERYONE has seen your little sex tape and I can only imagine how humiliated you must be feeling right now."

Still struggling for words, Amy listened to Theresa

"So...I wanted to personally thank you for sharing your little sex tape with me. I showed it to my husband and, girl, I have to tell you, it has really spiced up our love life..."

Red-faced in embarrassment and growing anger, Amy finally found her voice and said, "Theresa, I really don't--"

But Theresa interrupted, "Watching those lesbos hold you down and fuck your pretty little ass, just got us both sooo hot!"

Confused and getting increasingly pissed off, Amy said, "Theresa..."

But Theresa continued, "I gotta tell you Amy, I've never really been into chicks (well, except for that one time during pledge week in college), but I kinda developed a little bit of a girl-crush on you after seeing that creamy-skinned, tight little body of yours get completely ravaged--"

"Get the FUCK out of my office!" Amy interrupted.

With a mock-shocked was it something I said? look on her face, Theresa backed out of the office, but before she left, she turned towards Amy and said, "FYI Amy, that new district supervisor position we've both been competing for--well, it looks like I'll be getting it and, let me tell you, I can't wait to have you serving under me." and then gave a sexy shiver.

Amy grabbed her coffee cup ready to throw it, but Theresa closed the door behind her just in time, laughing an evil laugh.

Sitting back at her desk, Amy noticed that her work email had received the phone video that Cherry had mass-emailed.

I gotta look! Amy thought as she hit the play button.

Immediately, Amy's PC monitor was filled with the image of watching herself writhing under the teasing hands, lips and tongues of Cherry & her fellow strippers. Most of her body was obscured by the strippers assaulting her, but then the bitch who had been filming her violation moved and got a better angle and, clear as day, Amy saw her face and her image zoomed in as she was moaning in arousal. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Amy thought to herself, as she realized that with the clear quality of the video, there was no way she could deny to anyone that the women on her screen getting fucked, was her.

Fuck, I AM hot! Amy thought to herself as her fingers very, very gently started to rub her still-sore pussy, her eyes transfixed by the action on her screen.

Still watching herself onscreen, Amy picked up her phone and called the number that Cherry had put in her phone.

THE END