Life is Such a Rip-Off

Nancy removed her jacket in preparation for her performance as if she were some bully about to beat up a cripple. When she did so, someone noticed that a few of the decorative Fleur de Lis on the railing of the revolving bar were just clipping the hem of Nancy’s pin stripped skirt. Not quite enough to snag it, but close.

“May I take your jacket, Ms. Edwards?” offered a young woman.

“Yes. And don’t even think about stealing it!” scolded Nancy.

As she took the jacket from Nancy, the other woman gave her an “accidental” bump that caught the pompous lawyer off balance and thrust her backside onto one of the ornamental Fleur de Lis, snagging her skirt in the process.

“Watch what you’re doing! You stupid…EEEPPP!”

SSSRIIIP!,

“EEEKKKK!!

“My skirt! My skirt is caught! Help! It’s being torn off!” shrieked Nancy.

“AAAAHHH!!!!

The skirt had ripped open to mid thigh already, forcing her to move along with the revolving bar platform. Nancy kept screaming as she tried to keep the remains of her skirt from being torn completely off and keep up with the rotating carousel bar by holding on to its iron railing.

Her screeching brought the mayor and others crowding over to where Nancy was beginning to come apart at the seams (literally). As they looked over the rail and down at a struggling attorney, smirks and smiles were spreading across their faces.

RIIIPPP!

Nancy was failing to keep pace with the carousel and was slowly being divested of her skirt as turned faster than she could stutter step in high heels. To keep from falling, she instinctively grabbed for the railing, alternately holding on with both hands or using one to try and free her hooked skirt.

SHRIIIP!

Splash!

Now losing her shoes sloshing through the shallow pond water in the process.

“Help” squawked Nancy, trying to sound in control of things. The split in her skirt now creeping up to her waist, revealing a lovely thigh and the edge of her black lace panties.

Hanging on with both hands now, Nancy looked up at everyone, her eyes wide with shocked embarrassment.

“Why Nancy, black lace panties. Oh my, you are a ba-a-a-d girl after all! I never thought that you were the type.” sneered Claire as she egged on the laughing and giggling spectators in her entourage and in the lobby.

“Here, let me help you. After all, you’ve done so much for me.”

Then the mayor nonchalantly reached down and tore the skirt right off a totally stunned Nancy Edwards...

RRRIIIIIIP!

“WHAA??...AAAHHH!!”

...leaving her clad from the waist down only those surprising black panties of hers.

Still hanging on to the iron railing with both hands, Nancy went to cover her crotch with one hand but instead found that the upper part of her blouse and both sleeves were now hopelessly caught on the Fleur de Lis of the railing. Her arms trapped.

“What are doing? HELP me!” wailed Nancy.

With her face just inches from Claire and the bar crowd, Nancy recoiled at what the mayor was saying to her.

“So, you didn't think that I’d find out about your little scheme to rip me off, did you? Well, your assistant, Brenda Morgan told me EVERYTHING! About how you planed to humiliate me!” raged Claire.

“How DARE you!”

With that, she again reached down, this time grasping the thin waistband of Nancy’s panties...

“Oh God, no!! Please Claire! Don’t do this to me! I’ll do anything!! Only...”

...and with a quick, decisive yank, pulled them off the startled lawyer.

RIIIP!

“EEEEKKKK!!! AAAHHHH!!!”

Casually flinging them and her skirt into the koi pond.

“Whoa! Nice booty Nancy!” yelled a voice.

“I see how YOU got your law degree!” added someone.

“STOP IT! I’ll sue you! ALL of you! AAAHHH! HELP!”

With her “legal assets” now on full display and her arms trapped in the blouse, Nancy was unable to cover her pussy. And that nice little tushy of hers kept jiggling and quivering indignantly with each insult hurled at her.

“Oh, God! My panties!” she shrilled as pieces of her clothing were being abruptly pulled apart and torn off. This couldn’t be happening to such a prominent and upstanding lawyer as herself.

Horrified and appalled at becoming a humiliating laughingstock, she twisted and turned in an attempt to conceal her lady bits and free herself, only to end up falling to the floor in the effort and then being slowly dragged along by the revolving carousel bar. The struggle merely succeeded in causing the blouse to tear further and pulling it and her matching black bra up over her boobs, enclosing her head in the rag of her blouse.

“Nancy, dear. Do be a lamb and get out of here. You’re making a spectacle of yourself and it’s disturbing my guests. Oh, and by the way, you’re fired.” came Claire’s condescending voice.

“MMMPPFFF” was Nancy’s muffled reply.

She was still being pulled along by the carousel, trapped in her torn blouse. Her tits and ass cheeks bouncing and wiggling to cheers as the comeuppance that she so richly deserved was being served up in abundance.

SSHRIIIP!

Finally, her bra and blouse tore completely open and were left hanging on the railing as Nancy spilled out of it and rolled away, stark naked onto a soft throw rug, her ever-present glasses laying by her side. She glanced back at the pointing fingers and laughing party goers, lining the carousel railing, reveling in her stripping.

Nancy slowly stood up as she put her glasses back on, trying to take stock of what had just happened to her in front of all of these people. Trying to think her way through it. Trying to get her brain to work. Trying to …

“AAAAHH! Oh. OH!! My clothes are gone!! I’m completely naaaa-ked!!” screamed Nancy as her hands shot down to conceal her twat.

Pleading pathetically, to anyone who’d listen, she dropped to her knees in a futile attempt to conceal as much of her nudity as possible. There was no where to hide.

“STOP looking at me! Someone get me something to wear! You, Amy, get some clothes from one of the tenants. Immediately!” bellowed an imperious Nancy to her former colleague. Claire casually tossed Nancy’s bra and blouse into the pond with disdain. No one moved.

“Forget it, Nancy. Your reign is over.” declared a well-pleased Amy.

“Then Heather, go into the koi pond for my skirt.”

“Fat chance after the way you humiliated us and treated us like dirt. Ha, ha, ha! Look at you now!” came the reply from the newly assertive woman.

The mayor and most of the other toadies with her joined in the raucous laughter.

“I can’t go anywhere like this! yelled Nancy. Get me something to wear!”

Others joined in, adding to Nancy’s naked embarrassment.

“In fact, you look like a washed-up stripper. Here. You can use this dollar bill to cover your tits!”

“Now you’re finally getting more appropriate pay!” harangued another.

“Here’s a few more. You always were about the money, Nancy.”

Scooping up the bills and pressing them against her boobs and snatch as meager cover, she yelled back at them:

“I hate you people! I’ll get even! Wait and see!” screamed Nancy as she threw her glasses and dollar bills to the floor in anger and befuddlement. Then, turning away from the laughter and pointing fingers, she fell to her knees, stripped naked and disgraced, leaning her head and arm against the wall, her still shapely buns exposed. No “fine print” to save her now.

Nancy just knew in her mind that the hordes of leering rabble would soon lay their hands upon her, defiling her naked body. She had to escape before that scum violated her. With that resolve, she bolted past the mayor and her guests, still convulsed with laughter and out the front door. Leaving her clothing, glasses and dignity behind.

Outside, she crossed a grassy field and headed for the line of parked limousines belonging to the mayor and her entourage. Comically trying to screen her nudity on the run.

As she headed for the longest one, a young lady, dressed in a chauffeur's uniform, stepped in front of her, aghast at the site of a naked woman running toward her.

“Hey, wait a minute. Ms. Edwards. That’s the mayor’s limo. You can’t...oommpff!”

“Get out of my way, you halfwit!” as Nancy shoved her aside and climbed into the darkened limo.

Picking up her walkie-talkie, the young woman called another driver.

“Mike, it’s Jess. Grab all of the champagne you can from your car and anyone else.

“Why? What’s up Jess?”

“Well, I knew the mayor wanted to fuck her attorney, but I didn’t figure that this is what she had in mind. Looks like the party is starting early over here.”