Debbi does Mardi Gras

“Come on Carol!” Debbi & Diane shouted in unison. “You’re the only one without any beads!” Debbi stressed. “There’s no way! They can keep their stupid beads!” Carol laughed. All in all, the four women were having quite a good time, despite the questionable nature of their “friendship”. A little liquid lubrication, a fun atmosphere, and the foursome were carrying on like old mates.

Seeds of discontent however were being sown. Debbi had become quite popular among the crowd, already infamous to her coworkers for flashing her breasts, Debbi was finally doing so willingly! And collecting a prize to boot, even if it was just cheap plastic beads. Debbi’s popularity stirring up all the old feelings of jealousy and resentment amongst the girls.

Things stayed kosher for the moment however, and when a group of college boys approached beads in-hand, Debbi & Diane, possibly for the first time in history, work as a team! The two women lifting the top & bra of their **** coworker, and earning her, her first set of beads! “I HATE YOU TWO!” Carol said red faced, as she laughed and tugged back down her top.

When collection a local black males approached the group, only to solicit Debbi alone, with the promise of beads, it was the last straw for Diane. With a combination jealousy and **** Diane had reached a boiling point. While Debbi’s hands were busy holding up her top, baring her nipples to the excited black men, Diane made her move.

“I think everyone has seen enough of your ‘Little Debbies’ for one day, time to show them the good stuff!” Diane shouted as she yanked Debbi’s skirt and knickers to the floor with one swift motion. Debbi’s admirers were thrilled at the sight of her clean-shaven mound. Debbi yelped as a sea of dark hands raced forward eager to poke and prod her exposed sex. Sisterhood winning out, Diane assisted in swatting away the invading fingers. Debbi then bent down to retrieve her bottoms, only to find herself in a tug-of-war over her thong. Debbi finally giving up and stepping out of the knickers, pulling up her skirt alone for covering.

A souvenir captured and skin no longer on display, the mob relented turning their attention elsewhere, leaving Debbi in peace. If looks could kill. “I can’t believe you just did that!” Debbi said sternly. “Oh relax, look how happy that pussy of yours made all those men!” Diane said dismissively “I’m sure you loved it.”. “I did not love it! It was horrible, degrading and awful!” Debbi fired back. “Wow, I never knew you were such a racist.” Diane answered nonchalantly.

“WHAT!?” Debbi screamed “I’m not racist!”. “Sure you are,” Diane continued “You’ve flashed the gash lots of times before and never been this upset. Obviously, you have a problem with black men seeing your pussy. That must be what D’Mario was talking about.”. Debbi was suddenly put on the defensive, she had never been accused of being racist before, losing all authority and anger from her voice. “Never on purpose though! ..but, what do you mean? D’Mario said I was racist?” Debbi almost whimpered. “Yep” Diane lied “when you were in the loo. Said must be why you were so standoffish to him.”

“I wasn’t standoffish, was I? I mean he was a little forward, but I’m not racist I swear!” Debbi cried out. Diane smiled pouncing on the opportunity before her “Well prove it. Prove you don’t mind showing black men your pussy!”