It would probably help if you read the first two installments. They kind of explain how our young, naΓ―ve couple found themselves in this mess.
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Barbara started for the door and the big blond put her hand on her chest and firmly pushed her back a few steps.
"Ya know?" The woman started "You people really piss me off.
You come in here in your designer clothes, shaking your ass in the guys faces. Not even caring that their wives and girlfriends are sitting right there.
You probably think it's amusing to come down from your ivory tower and play with the riff-raff. Don't you?"
"I. Uh, No" Barbara stammered.
"Shut up bitch! Don't you know a rhetorical question when you hear one? Or maybe they didn't teach you that in private school.
Tell you what. You get off on showing your goodies to the boys. Well, now you have our undivided attention. Let's see 'em."
"What? What are you saying?"
"The clothes bitch! Take 'em off!"
In the men's room Kenneth had followed the instructions the waitress gave him and his left wrist was cuffed to an overhead pipe.
He thought for sure she was there to rob him and figured if he just went along with it, everything would be ok and no one would get hurt.
As expected, she had him reach around to his back pocket, remove his wallet and toss it to her.
She didn't take any money out of it though. Instead, she removed his driver's license, stuck it in her pocket and placed his wallet on the edge of the sink
Then she removed her phone from the clip on her belt. It was a smart phone and the screen had to be at least 7 inches.
She dialed a number and spoke into the phone.
"Yeah. We're almost ready in here. How's it going on your end? Cool. Gimme a second."
She took the phone and propped it up where Kenneth could see the screen
"You know what Skype is don't you?
"Yeah. It's like a phone call with video."
"Very good. Now you're going to do what I tell you or your wife is going to watch you get hurt live, via Skype.
Now, turn around and face the wall and don't do anything stupid."
In the pool room the bartender ended the phone call, opened the app and asked Barbara the same question about Skype that her sister had asked Kenneth.
She held up her phone so that Barbara could see her husband in the men's room, helpless.
He was turned with his back to the camera as the waitress approached him, reached around to his belt buckle and removed his belt.
She unzipped his pants and in one swift motion pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
She told him to turn around and face her.
The pants and underwear around his ankles hobbled him so as he rotated his penis flopped around as it protruded from the front of his shirt.
"You can't do this!" Barbara cried. "It's illegal and completely crazy"
"Oh we can and we will" said the bartender "The only question is will you have clothes to wear home or will we cut them off of you and toss them in the burn barrel out back? Either way, your clothes are coming off."
"Kenneth?" She asked "Are you ok? Have they hurt you?"
"No, I'm fine Barbara. It's you I'm worried about."
"Holy shit!" Said the blonde. "I don't believe it. We actually have Ken and Barbie here. How cute!
Now Barbie, this is your last chance. You can take your clothes off or we'll hold you while one of us cut them off of you and you go home in your birthday suit."
"Barbar..." Kenneth started, until the waitress smacked him on the side of the head.
"Barbie" She instructed "From now on, you call her Barbie. Every time you screw up, I'm going to spank your ass with your own belt."
"Barba...Um Barbie, Just do as they say and hopefully we can get out of here in one piece."
With shaking hands, Barbara reached for the 4th button on her blouse. The first three were already unbuttoned.
She was resigned to the fact that she was going to be naked in a room full of strangers. Most of them men.
She tried not to think about what was sure to happen once they had her naked.