Defeat Snatched From the Jaws of Victory

Suddenly the mixer yanked free and Eva reeled it in. She began to unravel the tattered white fabric attached to it and held it up for closer examination.

As she opened up the material, she saw the floral pattern, cups and little pink ribbons of...of...of a...!!!! Oh, oh, oh shit!” She had just ripped her mother’s brassiere off and was holding her underwear up for all the world to see!!!! Eva tossed the offending garment down to the floor as if it were toxic. Some jokester snatched it up and started twirling it around over his head to the amusement of the onlookers.

Suddenly released from the cord’s tension, Michelle stumbled forward sightly bent at the waist, her blouse and jacket opening up a bit more, giving a solid glimpse of large, drooping boobs now that her bra had been ripped off her chest.

She managed to close the front of her jacket with one hand and turned back to Eva. With her back to the crowd, Michelle resumed her flustered tirade, twitching this way and that, causing the rip in her skirt to tear further.

“Come down off of there!! When I get my hands on YOU!!”

Almost hoarse with anger and embarrassment, she leaned against the metal edge of one of the diamond pattern lift extenders and tried to reach up to Eva who hit the control box as she scooted away from her mother’s grasp.

The lift began to rise slowly again. Michelle felt a slight tug on her blouse.

“Wait. What the...?” as she began to struggle.

The the left half of her blouse was now thoroughly caught in the mechanism and it began to strain the flimsy garment, peeling it off of her body from the inside of her jacket as it rose. Michelle felt her blouse begin to pull and tear from the left.

RRRIIIPP!

She frantically clawed at it in a **** attempt to somehow stop what was happening. The tearing continued across her back.

SSHHRIIIP!

“Oh God, no. No, No, NOOOO!”

She reached around with one hand in an ineffectual attempt to keep her blouse from being torn off while using the other hand to keep her large jugs from spilling out of her mangled blouse and open business jacket.

“EVA!!!”

“STOP!!” “HELP!”

“My blouse!!” she screamed.

“NO, DON’T! She screamed into her cleavage.

Eva kept trying every switch and button on the control panel. Nothing. The lift kept rising. The ripping and tearing was now working its way around to her right. A long, final RRRI-I-I-PP and Michelle was divested of her shredded beige blouse twisting her away and around like a corkscrew to face the throng of gawkers. Trying to regain her balance on heels, she stumbled forward, her sizable goombas escaping from the now open business jacket.

“Oh God, no. NOOO!”

“Hey, nice rack, lady!” taunted the crowd.

Someone started to make slurping sounds. Michelle instinctively backed up while simultaneously slamming both halves of her jacket together to shield her bust from the leering masses. She kept backing up until she bumped into the next set of metal lift extenders rising up behind the ones already heading upwards, trailing her rag of a blouse. Smiling to herself, Megan moved in closer to capture all of her mother’s disrobement.