Nothing But Gaffs and Laughs

By now, just about all of the tenants had drifted away. Resigned to their fate. A few still lingered, going about their daily business while the high and mighty toasted their success.

Once the laughter and commotion over Nancy’s hilarious wardrobe malfunction subsided, mayor Claire Simone turned to one of her staff members.

“Lillian, get those clothes out of the pond. Especially that woman’s underwear. They’re in the water right next to the bar. People don’t want to look at those rags. I especially don’t want someone from the press to spot them when they arrive.” she ordered.

“But I’ll get wet!” objected the aide.

“Use the gaff laying right over there, you fool! It’s for moving the plants around in the water. Do I have to tell you everything?” mocked Claire.

“I have guests to entertain.” as she flicked her wrist in a brusque dismissal of the aide.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

With that, Lillian picked up the gaff and began awkwardly lunging at the stray pieces of torn clothing in a haphazard manner, slapping at them in a futile effort to get the job done with and rejoin the party. Sounds of **** conversation and laughter filling her ears.

“Hurry up, girl.” she grumbled to herself.

This time, another poorly aimed thrust slid through the carousel railing and seat backs to…

“EEEEPPP!” came a yelp from one of the guests closest to Lillian.

Julia Rose, designated to be the mayor’s young, new personal lawyer after Nancy’s firing, had just been “harpooned” in the derriere by young Lillian.

Julia quickly jumped up in surprise and turned toward her supposed attacker trying to fondle her ass.

“How dare…! EEKK!

Lilian’s next attempt failed again and Julia now felt the cold metal head of the errant gaff probe her ample cleavage, tucked nicely and provocatively into her low cut cocktail dress. Watching in horror as the hooked end of the gaff began to pull on the top of her dress, Julia at first threw her hands back in fright.

Riiipp.

Now alarmed at what was about to happen, she tried to grab the pole.

“Dammit! It’s caught! Missed again.” cursed Lillian. Not realizing that she had in fact snared the front of Julia’s dress, she heaved back with a mighty yank which was followed by a very raw ripping sound.

SHRIIIIIIIIPP!!

“What the heck are those???” asked a puzzled Lillian as she inspected the rags at the end of her gaff.

“AAAAHHHH! MY dress! MY bra! EEEEEEEE!!!” came the blood curdling shrieking.

All eyes turned toward Julia Rose, standing in front of everyone, screaming hysterically. Her slip was torn wide open revealing white lace panties and garter. But the dress had been totally ripped off along with her bra leaving her lovely dumplings swaying back and forth in her shock and humiliation.

Laughter erupted all around her. Now in a panic and unable to get passed the packed table and chairs, she began to climb over the iron railing to make a bee-line exit away from her embarrassing disrobement. Kicking off her high heels for a speedier escape.

Hoots and hollers followed as Julia straddled the rail, trying to cover her luscious yams with the torn slip and step onto the lobby floor at the same time. But in her rush to get over the railing she had utterly ensnared her panties, garter and tattered slip on the Fleur de Lis and struggled to free herself as the mayor and her friends enjoyed her embarrassment.

RIIP.

The tearing sounds continued with her squirming. She felt herself teetering on the railing.

“Help!”

“AAAHH!!”

RIIIIP! More tearing.

Her friend, Doreen, tried to assist her but instead, Julia overreacted and lashed out, trying to grab onto the nearest object for support, ripping open Doreen’s blouse and bra...

SHHHRRIIIIPP!

“AAAHHHH!! Oh my God!!!”

...exposing her huge knockers before sending the unfortunate girl scurrying away, trying to shield her colossal bosom from view.

“Here. Let me help you...BITCH!

Julia suddenly felt herself being shoved over the side.

RRRIIIPPP!

And then…

SPLAAASH!

She landed in the koi pond ass first, completely naked. Breathtaking breasts thrusting upwards. Her stockings, torn slip and scraps of underwear left behind, dangling from the railing.

“That’s for Nancy! Ha, ha, ha!” laughed some unseen woman.

Julia splashed around in the water trying to right herself, now giving all a satisfying look at her shapely, sexy bottom, glistening, as it poked through the water. She finally made her way out of the pond, pushing through a gaggle of arriving reporters. Following the lead of the woman she was to replace, Julia headed outside, seeking the cover in the mayor's parked limo.