The Great Escape

Eva had just about caught up with Michelle who was already in the area of the second floor commons where it opened up onto the balcony promenade overlooking the renovated lobby area with its new koi pond and carousel bar. Just a few more steps remained to the staircase-escalators and escape from THOSE people. Most of the crowd including Megan, were right behind her, closing in like a pack of wolves. They all suddenly stopped to watch as a classic pratfall unfolded right before their very eyes.

As Michelle was making for the escalator, she paused and turned at the top of the staircase to look back at her pursuers. The ooze of melting ice cream began to puddle on the carpeting around her feet and down the first few steps of the staircase. About to escape down the escalator, one of her high heels snapped off and she began to lose her balance, sliding around in the sloppy mess, doing an absurd version of the backstroke and ended up landing on her plump tooshi with an audible “splat”, those big boppers of hers bouncing up and down with the impact.

Michelle started to slide down the slick carpet of the staircase on her ass, lubricated by the mass of ice cream still in her girdle. Her forward momentum kept her bouncing from one step to the next. Michelle’s “bulk” repeatedly slamming her rump down on each step with an:

“EEKK!!” “OWWW!” SHRRIIIPP! AAHHH! RIIIIPP!

Pieces of her black stockings and the bottom of her panty girdle were now snagging and ripping off on the stray carpet nails of the unfinished stairs, her big melons slapping her in the face and gut, flab quivering like jelly, gold earrings jingling with every bounce. Melting ice cream being **** out of any opening like a tube of toothpaste. But, unlike Hansel and Gretel’s bread crumbs, she was leaving a trail of goo and pieces of her underwear to mark her path.

Those who could, had lined the balcony rail by now for a ringside view of this previously elegantly dressed, vain woman now having the last piece of her of fancy lingerie torn to shreds and rudely ripped off her chunky body.

The peals of laughter were ceaseless. It was cartoon skit in real time, playing out in front of them. Even Megan and Eva were hypnotized by the scene in front of them.

Trying to slow her descent, Michelle lost control and rolled over on her belly, continuing to slide down, feet first, her ample butt pushing through the wide open hole in the torn out seat of her girdle, grabbing at each step, trying to stop her fall from grace as she kept skidding downwards.

“AAAHHHH!!!”

RIIIP, SHRIIIP!

The front of her panty girdle was now likewise being torn into tatters.

Finally reaching the bottom step, there was a moment of silence. Michelle stood, mouth agape and slowly looked up at the throng lining the balcony rail, then deliberately down at the rag of what used to be her underwear and watched it simply fold over on itself and droop to her knees. Held there by a couple of pink ribbon garters. She then looked back up at the balcony and screamed:

“Dear God my clothes, my clothes are gone! My God I’m totally naked!! AAAAHHH!!!! “OOOOHHH my God!!” “Oh God they’re looking at my coochie!! AAAAAHHHH!!”

Now totally stripped, her sagging boobs, pudgy belly flab, fleshy thighs and dimpled rear were on full display.

She immediately crouched down and threw one arm across her breasts and the other shot down to her crotch as she began teeter backwards, constrained at the knees by the remains of what used to be her panty girdle and away from the leering and raucous crowd lining the balcony.

Michelle could not see it. But the spectators up above could. And watched in anticipation as she neared the edge of the koi pond, filled with a soapy, sudsy solution of everyday dish washing liquid to remove any residue from the plastic shell before it was stocked with live fish and plants.

“STOP! LOOK OUT!!”

Came a surprisingly frantic warning from non other than Eva.

Too Late. Michelle, backpedaling in broken heels and hog-tied at the knees, caught the edge of the pond, performed several wild windmills with outstretched arms giving folks a one hundred percent view of her intimates before she splashed in.

“...and the judges give that lady a ‘8’!” Some woman piped in.

“What’s wrong with you? That’s a ‘10’. Best outfit.” added a comedian.

Eva darted out of the crowd and dashed down the staircase to the koi pond to help Michelle, flouting all of her charms, torn pants still around an ankle, ripped blue chiffon blouse streaming along like a banner all the while shouting: “I will not have my mother made a fool of!!”

“Well, she’s doing a pretty good job of it so far!” ha, ha, ha. The crowd was eating it up with a spoon.