No, she tries again to get away

Amber was totally outmatched, and she knew it. She had no doubt the cavalry would come in the form of her friends, but the longer she was near Stephanie, the more humiliation could be heaped on her before her rescue. She had to put some distance between them. Stephanie was already climbing to her feet when Amber stood up. Her skirt, tangled around her many-buckled boots was a total loss, so she kicked it off before trying to escape. But as she tried running, she remembered her tights bunched up around her knees. She reached down to pull them up, when she felt someone grab her wrists from behind.

"Not getting out of this one, piggy," Stephanie whispered in her ear, before bringing her knee up solidly between Amber's legs. She let go of Amber's hands as she reached for her aching crotch, but Stephanie wasn't done. Her boot stomped down on the crotch of the tights that was hanging between Amber's knees. A loud ripping sound told Amber that pulling that bit of clothing up was no longer a viable option. But now, she could move her legs. She could run, if her crotch weren't throbbing with pain from the knee she had just taken. Not one to let her rival's idleness go to waste, Stephanie grabbed the bra again, this time removing it easily, as Amber's hands were engaged in comforting her sore muff.

The sound of laughter focused her attention to the cool air rushing over her large, pale areolas. People were staring at her generously-proportioned, but rather saggy breasts. Her hands quickly changed location to cover up, but Stephanie was ready for that eventuality as well.