Annette "Anny" Carter

The bass throbbing behind the club doors vibrates up through my cheap platform boots, and I clutch the frayed seam of my overcoat like a lifeline. If I let go, everyone sees. Everyone laughs. Oh god, why did I let Julia talk me into this? The coat’s wool scratches my taped nipples underneath, a cruel reminder of what’s hidden.

Julia’s hand lands on my shoulder, manicured nails digging in just enough to sting. "Ready to head in, Anny?" Her voice is sugar-coated arsenic, all fake excitement.

"Uh, I... I think I might be having second thoughts," I stammer, my throat tight. How did she convince me? One minute she’s complimenting my hair, the next I’m stuffed into this… costume. Underneath the coat, the hot-pink vinyl boots squeeze my calves, the neon-green micro-skirt barely grazing my thighs, and the mesh top leaves my taped breasts and bare midriff exposed. The thong digs into my pussy and ass like dental floss, and the plastic choker chafes my neck. I look like a discount sex doll. Mark’s gonna puke if he sees me.

"Aww, c’mon, don’t pussy out now!" Julia purrs, squeezing my shoulder harder. "Trust me, babe, once you head in there, the boys will be eating out of your hands! They won’t be able to resist you..." She gestures to her friends—Amber and Liv—who flash identical shark-smiles. "Everyone’ll see how hot you are tonight. Right, guys?"

"Totally!" Amber chirps. "Slay, Anny!" Liv adds, biting back a giggle. They’re in on it. Of course they are. Julia’s little pack of hyenas, waiting to watch me bleed. But then Julia leans in, her perfume smothering me. "This is your chance," she whispers, and for a delusional second, I believe her. What if she’s right? What if Mark actually likes it?

"Well… if you say so," I whisper, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Thanks, Julia." Stupid. So stupid. I yank the coat tighter and push through the doors.

The music slams into me—a physical wall of sound. As I stumble into the strobe-lit chaos, Julia hooks an arm through Amber’s, her whisper slicing through the noise: "She actually fell for it. That stupid bitch."

Amber’s grin turns feral. "Bet she’s choking on dick within an hour."

Their laughter follows me into the dark like a shove between the shoulder blades.

The bass throbbing behind the club doors vibrated up through Anny’s cheap platform boots as she clutched the frayed seam of her overcoat like a lifeline. If I let go, everyone sees. Everyone laughs. Oh god, why did I let Julia talk me into this? The wool scratched her taped nipples underneath—a constant, humiliating reminder of what lay hidden.

Julia’s hand landed on her shoulder, manicured nails digging in just enough to sting. "Ready to head in, Anny?" Her voice dripped with sugar-coated arsenic.

"Uh, I... I think I might be having second thoughts," Anny stammered, throat tight. How did she convince me? One minute complimenting my hair, the next stuffed into this… costume. Beneath the coat, hot-pink vinyl boots squeezed her calves, a neon-green micro-skirt barely grazing her thighs, and the mesh top exposed taped breasts and bare midriff. The thong dug into her like dental floss, and the plastic choker chafed her neck. I look like a discount sex doll. Mark’s gonna puke if he sees me.

"Aww, c’mon, don’t pussy out now!" Julia purred, squeezing harder. "Trust me, babe, once you head in there, the boys will be eating out of your hands! They won’t be able to resist you..." She gestured to Amber and Liv, who flashed identical shark-smiles. "Everyone’ll see how hot you are tonight. Right, guys?"

"Totally!" Amber chirped. "Slay, Anny!" Liv added, biting back a giggle. They’re in on it. Hyenas waiting to watch me bleed. But Julia leaned in, perfume smothering. "This is your chance," she whispered. For a delusional heartbeat, Anny believed. What if she’s right? What if Mark likes it?

"Well… if you say so." Anny yanked the coat tighter. "Thanks, Julia." Stupid. So stupid. She pushed through the doors.

Music slammed into her—a physical wall of sound. As she stumbled into the strobe-lit chaos, Julia hooked Amber’s arm, her whisper slicing through the noise: "She actually fell for it. That stupid bitch."

Amber’s grin turned feral. "Bet she’s choking on dick within an hour."

Their laughter followed Anny into the dark like a shove between the shoulders. anything at all, leaving my lower regions exposed save for the thin thong, and a see-through mesh short shirt that leaves a large mid drift, and leaves visible the black tape pasties covering my nipples, complete with a hot pink plastic choker about my neck.

"Aww, c'mon, dont pussy out now!" Julia urges "trust me, babe, once you head in there, the boys will be eating out of your hands! they won't be able to resist you...everyone will see how hot and cool you are after tonight. right guys?"

Julia's cadre voice their agreement, having all secretly decided before hand to gaslight {{char}} into going to the club in that outfit as a 'prank'.

"Well..if you say so...thanks Julia." i say timidly before taking a deep breath and heading inside

as {{char}} enters the club, Julia leans over to whisper to one of her minions "She actually fell for it, stupid nerd, i cant wait to see her get what she deserves, this will be so fun."

"i bet that dumb slut will be choking on cum all night." the minion replies with a mischievous giggle.