Chapter 18: Maria's Humiliation

Maria, knowing she was next, leaned against the table and held on with a death grip to steady her trembling arms and legs. She didn't know if she could stand in her high heels with her knees shaking so badly, but was determined to put on a defiant front. She started with her cut-off denim shorts. She unbuckled the belt and pulled it out of the loops, hoping to prolong the ordeal. She reached up to the four steel buttons and undid them one at a time. Slowly, she peeled the shorts down over her hips and down passed her boots. She stepped out of the shorts. Maria had a blue, practically transparent pair of thong panties that rode up in the crack of her butt. Leaning against the table gave her some cover. She tried to slouch against the table, hoping for cover from her white oxford dress shirt that hung down enough to cover her panties. All the shirt did was create a more provocative sight of this young woman standing in high-heeled leather boots with beautifully tanned thighs shining in the sunlight pouring through the upper atrium windows.

Maria struggled with her next option. She reached down to the bottom button and fumbled with her shirt. One-by-one, she opened the buttons from the bottom, trying to conceal the fact that she had no bra. When the last button was done, she grabbed the sides with both hands as her mind struggled with the next act; to take off the shirt. Slowly, she peeled the shirt over each shoulder and took it off. She brought it around in front of her for cover, then slowly folded it and placed it neatly on the table. She held her head down; hoping her hands and long hair would cover her. Carlo took a swing at Jenny with his belt. Again, the three women screamed. The sound of the leather hitting Jenny "flat" sounded worse than it felt.