A Thief is Exposed?

Diana slapped the palms of both hands together in that universal demonstration of the satisfying completion of a job well done and returned to the main lobby. She stood center stage, hands on hips, surveying her empire.

“Anyone seen my daughter, Nikki?” she asked of no one in particular.

“She’s entertaining some old friends that she bumped into.” came a female voice.

“Oh, good. I’m glad. Nikki doesn't make friends easily. She’ll need to apply specific social skills in the business world if she’s going to succeed.” observed Diana.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure that she’s the life of the party and she’s definitely putting into practice some VERY specific social skills.” came the knowing reply.

“Good. Good. Well, guess I’m all done here then.”

Diana paused for a moment and surveyed the tables laden with food and desserts in the alcove area.

“I thought I told you people to get rid of this food. And who gave you permission to bring this monstrous cake in here?? I need to get back to my office upstairs and fix... er, ah complete some paperwork. I don’t want to see any of it when I get back.” she directed.

“Geez, who’d eat this crap anyways??” she scoffed loudly.

Turning to leave, Diana was confronted by several of the female residents who obviously saw a chance to publicly expose a thief.

“Not so fast, Sykes. We’ve been meaning to have a talk with you.” said the ringleader in a mildly threatening manner.

“Get out of my way.”

“We know that you’ve been skimming rent money and stealing lingerie from the laundry room. Sooooo...we thought we’d check. Right here. Right now. For everyone to see.”

“Ladies, hold her arms!” barked the leader as two other women quickly pinned Diana’s arms behind her back, forcing her to push out her good sized knockers in an ever so immodest way.

“Stop!! What are you going to do to me???!!!”

“Relax. Just checking under the hood.” and shamelessly thrust her hand down into Diana’s bosom, making sure she rooted around in there pretty good.

“Might be my stolen underwear.” winked the ringleader.

Diana was flabbergasted. “How dare you!!! I’ll..I’ll..I’ll…”

“Ah, ha! Got it!” came the exultant shout.

RIIIP!

EEKKK!

As she ripped a filmy, lace trimmed, pink bra right out of Diana’s silky blouse, popping off the top button off in the process.

“Ooops. Not mine after all. My bad. I am soooo sorry alpha lady. Nice looking though. Sure does look like mine. Well, some people share the same good tastes.” and tossed the torn brassiere into the main hallway.

With her bra gone, Diana’s nice sized, but slightly sagging tatas shimmied about and pressed against the taut silk, outlining perfectly large aureoles and pert nipples.

“Let’s see what ya got in the trunk, your highness. Turn her around!”

Diana winced when ice cold hands slid into her ass crack, a couple of fingers gliding down past her butt-hole and into her twat.

“AAAHHHH!” came Diana’s shocked response at the unexpected indignity.

“Got a lot of excess baggage back here, dear.” her tormentor noted.

“Let me make a little more room back here for that bubble butt of yours. I’ll just grab these and…”

SHRIIIIP!

“Nooooo! My God, my panties! STOP this right now! You’re embarrassing me!” shrieked Diana

“Whoa! Damn, you’re right again. They’re not mine after all. They surely do match the bra though. Just not my day, I guess.”

And rudely tossed the torn panties over to where the ruined bra lay.

The crowd was lapping up the discomfiture of the self anointed ‘alpha bitch’ now.

“Looks like you’ll have to make another trip on laundry day to steal a new set!” came a sarcastic the voice.

Diana’s hecklers started to direct her toward the prepared feast.

“We feel so bad about what just happened.” voiced one of the escorting ladies, feigning concern.

“Here, let us get you some refreshments.”

The spectators were licking their chops now in anticipation.

“Oh, wait. I almost forgot. You don’t eat this ‘crap’ do you? Well, if you wont eat it, you’ll WEAR it!” added one of the female voices.

“What do you mean, wear…..?”

SPLAAAT!!