Emily's learnt a sneaky trick or two herself.

The choirgirl gasped in pain every time Chichi landed on her belly (which wasn't fat at all, but flat and hard), but it was not as devastating as Chichi probably thought it was. Chichi was small and light, after all, and Emily's chest and stomach muscles were well toned from countless hours of singing practice. Emily felt she could put up with it until an opening presented itself.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw one of Chichi's followers in the crowd, a sneaky looking young man carrying a black backpack. The guy reached into the bag and take something out. Emily wasn't surprised to see it was a strapon, but she was damned if she was going to take another one up the butt, or anywhere else for that matter. He slyly tossed it underarm to Chichi.

Emily knew Chichi would try to catch it, and temporarily lose track of what Emily was doing. Dropping her pretence of being dazed, she pushed back strongly with her elbows and simultaneously flexed her poor bruised stomach muscles just as Chichi landed again.

The tiny asian girl felt a sudden panic and surprise as she pitched backwards towards the ropes. There was a sharp pain in her head and her vision went black. She didn't know how long she'd been out of it, but when her blurred eyes cleared Emily was standing over her. She'd dropped her skirt and panties and, to Chichi's horrified anger, was wearing Chichi's second-favorite strapon, the ribbed green nine-incher. "That's mine!" she gasped, and launched herself at Emily.