Hana and her restaurant humiliation

“Sushi!” Hanas sister Joanne yelled happily, walking into the restaurant and plonking herself down on a table.

“Come on Hana!”

Hana, wearing an ankle length white cotton skirt, followed her sister reluctantly and sat herself neatly at the table, shaking back her mane of dark hair and looking at the menu critically.

“What are you looking at that for! Waiter! Your finest sushi please!”

“That’s not how that works.” Hana mumbled from behind her sister.

“Well it is in Britain!”

“You haven’t been to japan.”

“Do I need to have? You were born there I wasn’t, big deal. It’s cold fish and rice.”

“Sushi is not just cold fish and rice! Sushi is a delicious dish served with a variety of ingredients ranging from fish and rice to vegetables and -,”

Hana was cut off by a girl with pigtails and acne who spilt water over the pairs table.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” The girl said, looking at Joanne and ignoring Hana, on whose lap the water was now dribbling.

“No bother.” Hana said, sighing and stood up to make her way to the bathroom. Joanne, turned her eyes to the girl with pigtails and said,

“Do I know you?”

The girl, pushed her glasses up her nose and shook her head, sniffing,

“I know Hana through school. You might have seen me then.” She stressed the word Hana with distaste, as if she couldn’t wait to get the word out of her mouth, pronouncing it with a disgusted expression.

“You don’t seem too thrilled about that.” Joanne mused, leaning back in her chair, and pulling a strap of her top over her shoulder. The pigtailed girl, looked at where Hana had just retreated and then back at Joanne.

“That girl, is the most mean person I know. I’ve been waiting to get back at her for a while but now…if she’s here….listen! If I do something to Hana today, will you stop me, I need to get my own back on her. Can I count on you not to intervene?”

Joanne blinked and then replied, “how is she mean to you?”

“That doesn’t matter! Can I count on you not to interfere!?”

Joanne paused. She did love her sister, but if this girl had something against her for something bad she did, then who was she to stop justice?

“I promise not to interfere.”

The girl smiled maliciously.

“Good. It’s Chloe by the way. Chloe parker.”

And without another word, the girl Chloe strutted off. In reality, Hana had done nothing remotely mean to Chloe. But Hana was pretty and her face was smooth compared to Chloe’s blotchy acne. She wanted to prove to the world that attractive people still had flaws, and having overheard Hana complaining to her friends about her lack of curves, knew just what to do.

“Hana! Your sushi arrived!”

“Goodie.” Hana said in the most monotone voice possible and sat down opposite Joanne who was already tucking in. Hana picked up her chopsticks with ease and made to pick up the fist morsel of fish.

“This is **.” Hana said, putting down her chopstick and pushing her plate away.

“Oh come on Hana! It’s still food! Eat enough of this stuff and maybe it will go to your thighs!”

“Joanne!” Hana hissed.

“Eat!”

Hana sighed again and began to reluctantly eat.

“This isn’t actually terrible.” Hana remarked, 30 minutes later, having finished two plates now.

“Told you.” Joanne smirked. Hana scowled, “still not as good as Tokyos.” But continued to eat anyway.

“Okay, I am stuffed now.” Hana said, pushing her chopsticks away. She fidgeted uncomfortably. The waist of her skirt felt considerably tighter than before. She looked around. No one was watching. Surreptitiously, she unbuttoned her skirt and breathed a sigh as the pressure was alleviated. A couple of minutes passed in the crowded restraint, people chatting, laughing and eating, the two sisters following suite and talking as well, until Hana decided to go to the bathroom.

Hana stood up. Her skirt, buttons now undone, could not stay on her pencil thin waist with no support and as soon as Hana took her first step away from the table, her skirt promptly toppled to the floor, exposing the Japanese girls “powerpuff girl” ** to the entire restaurant. The nearest people started to laugh, but apart from that, very few noticed. Hana blushed, but when she began to reach for her skirt, felt her arms grabbed and pinned to her back.

“What the **!” Hana squealed, trying to turn her head to see the perpetrator. She couldn’t quite see but her fear was only heightened when she heard the voice restraining her cry,

“LET ME HELP YOU UP LITTLE MISS! OH! SORRY YOUR SKIRT SEEMS TO HAVE FALLEN, JUST LET ME HELP YOU UP FIRST! IM SO EMBARRASSED FOR BUMPING INTO YOU!”

The voice was a girls, but it was so loud, that the entire restaurant heard, and turned to witness the girls embarrassment. Instantly, they all started laughing as Hana squirmed under the girls strong arms, scarlet in the face, with a desperate expression at her humiliation.

“Joanne! Help!” Hana cried, tears in her eyes as she begged her older sister, but Joanne only laughed.

“This is what you get!” Her sister said, “don’t be mean to others!”

“But I haven’t!” Hana begged, squirming even more, wiggling her cute little ** clad in the cartoonish material and looking around desperately.

“I have to pee!” Hana said, looking behind her as far as she could at the person holding her.

“And?” They said. She could here the glee in her voice, relishing the power she had over the helpless, humiliated girl.

“I can’t believe you wear such childish **! Surely a big girl like you should wear something more appropriate! Did your mommy buy those for you?”

“Please! Let me go!” Then Hana added again, still more desperate. “I do really have to pee!”

“Well, if you insist on dressing like a little baby girl, then surely you don’t know how to go to the bathroom to pee!”

“You can’t be serious!” Hana said, shaking as she tried to hold it in, and continuing to squirm.

“Okay, fine.” The girls grip on Hana loosened. Hana breathed a sigh of relief which soon turned into a yelp as she felt her shirt, sliding over her head.

“Wait! No!” Hana cried, as her pink 32A bra came into view. The laughter only increased at the sight of the girls small **.

“You are a baby! Look at that bra! That would barely fit my younger sister!”

Hana, couldn’t help it. The humiliation of the whole event was too great and she accidentally peed a little. She hoped it wasn’t noticeable, but of course it wasn’t.

“She’s wet herself!” The voice cried, cackling like no end. “ she’s actually wet herself!”

Hana couldn’t take it, she began to cry, tears streaming down her cheeks as the humistion of the whole affair consumed her. Eventually, she was able to wriggle free of the girls grasp and sprinted to the bathroom, followed by gales of laughter. She sat in the closest stall and sat down on the seat, blushing to no end and crying softly. She heard the door open.

“Hana?”

“** off you **.” Hana said between sobs. “You didn’t do ** while I was in there!”

“I know! I know!” Joanne said, desperately. “I didn’t know how far she would go! She said you had been mean to her and I wanted to teach you a lesson!”

“Some lesson.” Hana said.

“I’m sorry Hana! Please!”

Hana opened the stall to see her sister, looking distraught. Hana had her hands in front of her underwear.

“Do you have my clothes?”

“That Chloe girl has them.”

“Joanne?”

“Yes Hana?”

“Forgive me for what I’m about to do.”

Chloe sat in the restaurant, relishing in her glory. She had finally managed to teach that ** a lesson, she giggled to herself as she remembered humiliating her, calling her a little girl. She couldn’t believe she had actually peed herself! She laughed again and reclined back in her chair. Too bad there wasn’t a video of it.

“Hey.”

Chloe turned around to see Hana standing there, still in nothing but her underwear.

She smirked, “back for some more embarrassment?”

“That’s right.” Hana said, but Chloe’s laugh caught in her throat as she saw Hanas eyes. They were filled with a rage so hot, that beelzebub himself would cower under her stare. “Just not for me.”

“Guess those karate lessons really paid off for you huh?” Joanne said to Hana, slightly nervously as Hana dusted herself off, throwing Chloe’s clothes onto a bench as she walked past. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.” Joanne said, turning around again to look at Chloe, tied to a lamppost with a bike chain by her my little pony underwear waistband, sobbing as people passed and laighed at the half naked girl.

“You couldn’t let her keep her bra?”

“Why should i?” Hana replied, a glint in her hazel eyes. “Her ** are even smaller than mine.”