Humiliated in Bar by Anon (Alternate Ending Version)

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I hit a writer's block on my story so I thought I'd do an alternate ending version on this story "humiliated in bar by Anon" posted by Darky in the archives of this site. I hope that's ok if not I'll delete this. I only edited the ending version and changed some formatting. Enjoy!

I was a junior in college at the time and had gone to the local bar to unwind with my girlfriend Beth. It was a Thursday evening and Timothy's was fairly crowded, and the band had already started to play. As soon as we walked in Beth saw some of her friends and made her way through the crowd. I shouted that I would join her with two
beers.

I elbowed my way through the crowd to the bar and found myself at two open bar stools.
There were a group of guys next to them, and being typical college kids we started flirting right away. The guy
sitting next to one of the empty stools was cute and while I waited for the bartender to notice me, thought I would sit down and flirt.

I moved the purse on the bar out of the way, thinking nothing of it. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of 4 months and was not in the mood to be picked up. But flirting is fun, so while the bartender retrieved the two Miller Lites I ordered I started chatting with the cute guy, and some of his friends.

I do not think I was there for even two songs when all of a sudden I was jerked around from behind by my shoulder. I spun around as I was pulled and was face to face with Christine. She was in one or two of my classes, and was a year behind me. I only knew her name.
We weren't friends. She was an attractive perky blonde, the type that just turns my stomach.

Anyway, she was irate and asked me, "What the hell I thought I was doing." I was surprised at her aggressiveness and it took me a moment to figure out that she had been sitting at the bar. When I looked at the guy and he sheepishly turned away, I put two and two together and came to the conclusion that they were boyfriend and
girlfriend.

She grabbed my arm and went to yank me off the stool but I shrugged her off and broke her grasp on me. She called me a slut and suggested I go find someone that likes skanks. I thought her comments were totally uncalled for, but figured she was probably a bit drunk. Besides, I was only flirting.

I felt challenged by Christine so shoved her away, and though I really had no interest in the guy, told her to "go find someone else, someone that likes blonde bimbos." I gave her an extra little shove.

That is all it was: a little shove as I was still sitting on the
stool. She glared at me, and just then a waitress was walking past carrying a pitcher of beer. Before the waitress or anyone else, especially me, could react, Christine grabbed the pitcher and threw the cold beer right in my face. I was expecting her to just make some derogatory comment back to me that I would ignore. I'd not expect a face full of beer.

I was drenched, my hair, my top, and worse yet, the beer got into my eyes, blinding me. I screamed "you stupid slut" as I pushed my matted beer-drenched brunette hair off my face and rubbed my eyes to stop the burning. I had started to pivot around in the seat to turn my back to the crazed loon, but she grabbed my blouse.
I had on a sleeveless button down top and I don't know what I heard first, "I'll show you who the slut is," or my top ripping as I felt her hand yank me around.

My hands flew up to my top to keep myself covered, but she did not let go of the material and with a good yank had me tumbling off the stool onto the dirty wet bar room floor. I landed on my elbow and was totally shocked at what she had just done. Before I could react she had grabbed my torn top and was yanking it again this time harder with two hands.
I was on my back and kicked out at her and rolled over and got to my knees with my back to her, holding what
little bit of my top I still had to my bosom. Though I still had on my white bra it was a sheer, lacy, sexy little number that had a front clasp and I felt embarrassed for anyone to see me in it.

I had one thought and that was the obvious one: to get away from her and get the hell out of the bar. Everyone else though had different ideas as the chant of "Catfight, Catfight, Catfight," rang in my ears. Still holding one arm across my bra covered breasts, I put a hand on the empty stool to help myself up.
That's when I felt a foot I could only imagine was hers hit me hard in my butt, sending me
sprawling face first onto the wet, and dirty, barroom floor.

As soon as I hit, I rolled over to my back just in time to see her rush at me and jump down on my bare stomach and straddled me. I screamed, "YOU BITCH," and slapped at her face. Christine leaned back and I missed her.

The chant had since changed to "STRIP HER, STRIP HER, STRIP, STRIP,
STRIP." She got this evil grin on her face as she made short work of undoing the front clasp on my bra before I could even grab her hands to stop her. I tried to hold my undone bra to my breasts, but she had gotten there first and had a hold of the cups.
As a cheer rose in the bar, I felt it better to cover my 36C breasts than fight over my bra. She jerked my bra several times before the straps tore and she triumphantly threw my tattered white lace bra into the crowd.

She tried to pry my hands off my breasts to expose me to everyone, but I was having none of it and kept my hands firmly over my breasts. She slapped me in the face and called me a slut and then slid down over my thighs.

Sitting on them she quickly undid the button on my tan shorts as a loud cheer went up. She started in on my zipper as I started to thrash and roll to get away. I was petrified that she was going to strip me totally naked publicly.

She stood up over my legs and grabbed the waist and started to scoot them down my legs. I was frozen in fear but ultimately I had to do something. It was that split second of fear that ended up costing me.
I tried to grab her blonde hair to yank her towards the floor. Christine ignored it and proceeded to pull my tan shorts down. It was so tight that she was pulling my panties down with it. I quickly stopped pulling her hair and tried to save my last shred of dignity but it was too late. She held them high into the air like a trophy. She screamed "WHOS THE DUMB SLUT NOW??!?" And proceeded to throw all my clothes to the crowd.

All because I was "flirting" with her boyfriend.

Totally embarrassed, not to mention humiliated I stood up tightly covering my c-cup breasts and crotch and attempted to run away. Christine with one last humiliating tactic attempted to grab my arms to prevent me from running away. Not wanting to be trapped here I pushed her but in doing so briefly exposed my dime sized nipples and well groomed blonde bush to everyone. The flashes everywhere made me regret that decision and as I was sprinting out of the bar all I could hear was the laughing and whistling from the crowd. With only the thought of getting back to my dorm in mind I didn't cover as it would just slow me down. The students were relentlessly catcalling me during my degrading streak.

"OMG Nice outfit Girlie!"

"Damn! Look at those tits!"

"Did you lose a bet?!"

"Say Hi to TikTok!"

AHHHH! Absolutely mortified my dorm was just right around the corner. I was ready to forget all about this night..but then it hit me like a brick. My keys were in the shorts Christine threw into the crowd.