“Oh my god, Lola. I’m so excited! Tonight is gonna be so fun!” Cindy squeaked cheerfully. A towel wrapped around her lean, athletic body, the brunette’s about to step into the shower as she talks with her roommate.

Slyly, Lola smiles behind Cindy’s back. “I know, Cindy. I can’t wait! You are so gonna kill it in this dress.” Lola’s already dressed with her makeup on, just waiting for Cindy to finish getting ready for their big night out at the clubs. Or at least Cindy thinks that Lola’s just waiting…

“You don’t think it’s too, I dunno, risqué? I’m going to have to go commando for it to look right.” Cindy frets, nervously as she steps over the porcelain side of the shower into the stream of hot water. Her words are referring to her dress, a silverly sparkly little number. Low cut and with exposed sides kept together by small lines of fabric, it’s a bit more daring than the volleyball player would normally wear to the club, but Lola had insisted it was perfect. Lola’s own dress was fairly revealing itself, a little black dress that hugged her generous curves and cleavage perfectly, with large swathes of her stomach and arms covered only by see-through material.

“He-he!” Lola giggles mischeviously. “No no, Cindy, you’re gonna look like, so amazing! You’ll totally be the center of attention.” Unbeknownst to Cindy, Lola is about to lean over the silver dress,  small scissors and threads in hand. Preparing for a few adjustments, Lola adds just for herself, “I guarantee it…”

An hour later, the two girls are in the club, swaying to the music and having a truly spectacular time. The club is some hot new thing that Lola had discovered. The line had been long, but a little flirting by Lola with the bouncers had gotten the two girls in quickly. The club was like most clubs, although there was one special attraction. A series of giant birdcages made of gleaming gold were scattered through the club. The more adventurous dancers could climb into a cage; once locked for safety, there was a control outside that would raise the cage up into the air so that the occupant could dance on display. There seemed to be very few people interested in taking the cages’ up on their experience.

All of the apprehension has disappeared from Cindy’s mind. Both the apprehension about the dress, and the apprehension about going out with Lola. There had been an incident a couple of week ago, of a rather mean-spirited prank that Lola had played on their suitemate Tabitha during a fire drill. But Lola had apologized profusely, explaining that with all of the humiliation Tabitha, Cindy, and their friends had been experiencing, she thought it was intentional and just something they were all into.

Cindy had eventually accepted Lola’s apology and explanation, albeit with hesitation. Tabitha was less forgiving.

In a few moments, though, Cindy would regret her forgiveness. As her body swayed to the music, hugged tightly by the confines of her silver dress, Cindy suddenly felt something change. It took her a moment, between the pounding of the music and the flashing of the lights, to realize exactly what.

Her sexy, risqué dress was no long on her body. In a second, it had split apart and slid down her torso and legs to pool around her ankles. As shame and humiliation burst through her body at her sudden and public exposure, Cindy’s hands instinctively flew to cover her breasts and pussy.

“Eek! Oh my god!” Cindy shrieked in confusion and embarrassment. Her inner thoughts spewed out as words. “My dress! It fell apart!”

Lola’s voice was the only warning that Cindy got before things got a whole lot worse. “Hey, Cindy. Watch your step!” Two hands suddenly pressed them against Cindy’s back and shoved hard.

Caught off-guard and helpless, Cindy could do nothing but stumble. Right into one of the night club’s cages. Before she could recover, Lola had slammed and locked the door, and activated the lift.

Naked and trapped in a cage suddenly rising towards the ceiling, Cindy screamed in embarrassment again.  “Eek! Oh my god! No! Stop!” Panic flooded through her as she suddenly realized her helplessness. The bars of the cage are spread just enough to leave her fully visible but prevent any hope of escape, even if she wasn’t now suspended ten feet above the ground.

A crowd has gathered below. Even with the music, Cindy can hear their taunts and jeers. Many have already begun to pull out phones to record the display. Lola is just one of these, a mischievous smile across her beautiful face.

Laughing, she snaps a pic of the panicked Cindy. “Told you you’d be the center of attention, Cindy! Smile for Instagram!”