Wearing only her skirt and blouse, Jenna was led from the beauty parlor and back onto the street. The small group of passersby that had witnessed Jenna's public degradation in the parlor, slowly parted as the young Ms. Trisha proudly passed between them. Only murmurs were audible as words emanated from the disbelieving group.
"Yeah, that's her."
"Oh my gawd, can you believe she did that?"
"She's really SICK!"
"She was so beautiful too. Why do you think she did that?"
"Sick lesbian whore!"
Jenna stared at the ground and couldn't bear to look anyone in the eye. Her large breasts swung easily in her blouse now that she wasn't wearing a bra anymore. Her nipples scraped at the soft material and sprang to erectness. This did not go unnoticed by the people gathered outside.
"Look at her. She's excited."
"Oh my gawd, how could you be excited by doing that?"
"See her nipples? That means she liked it."
