This choice: Large woman says no. She still thinks you're a prostitute. • Go Back...Chapter #7Large woman says no. She still thinks you'r... by: Tight Fit   “Victim, you say?” the large woman scoffs, holding up her associates phone. You see a Facebook photo of yourself sprawled out on the bed in a seductive position, with the post reading “Anyone up for some fun tonight? Bring $20 to the Parker Hotel, room 909, I’ll be waiting! ;)”
“No!” You yell out, reaching for the phone. The large woman quickly pulls it away and hands it to her giggling partner. “This... this isn’t what it looks like! I’ve been pranked or something, or...”
“Or you’re some sick fetishist trying to start an orgy in this hotel.” the smaller woman smirks, taking a pair of handcuffs from her belt. “Sorry, but we have a zero tolerance for this sort of thing.”
“But... but...” your mind scrambles, but you can’t think of anything to say that’ll convince these women that you aren’t here for a massive sex party. The women quickly step forward and pull your arms behind your back, and struggle to get the cuffs around the thick fur around your wrists. They finally snap close, and each of them take one of your arms and pull you out of the room. You stumble on your heels and nearly fall several times, but the women are far stronger than they look and have no problem setting you back on your feet.
“Please, just let me go and I’ll go straight home. You’ll never see me again, I swear!”
“Sure, you can go home.” the smaller lady says. “Right after you’ve had a chat with the police. They’re waiting for you downtown.”
“I gotta say, that’s not going to be as much fun as you thought you’d be having tonight.” the larger woman says, sneering at your outfit. “Or is the thought of being dressed like that in a holding cell with a bunch of other guys also some sort of sick turn on for you?” You shake your head, your thick pink hair whipping around your fur collar, and the women chuckle to themselves. “What a freak.”
The elevator ride takes forever to reach the lobby, and once it’s done you’re treated to a gauntlet of humiliation as you’re marched through the huge room with your hands behind your back and your huge fake chest pushed out in front of you. People laugh and take pictures of you as you try to hide your face, but the larger woman reaches over and pulls on the top of your hat, forcing you to reveal your face to the crowd.
“C’mon, isn’t this what you wanted?” she says. “Soak it all in, gorgeous. This is the last time you’ll be in public for a while.”
You desperately avoid eye contact with people, who are now in hysterics at the sight of the pink furred guy being drug through the lobby by security. The ladies take you down another hallway and out the back door, which closes behind you, shutting off the echos of laughter.
“Well now, here we are.” the larger guard smiles.
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