Pants Of Course!

Becky didn't know how Nikki would react to being stripped. Would such a crazy bitch even care about prancing around on live TV in her underwear? Becky didn't know Nikki well enough to answer that question. What she did know is that those tight jeans would be a nightmare to take off. Nikki had large thighs that could crush a woman's skull. She would have to tear the clothes right off Nikki's back to expose her.

She immediately went to work on the belt holding them up. It didn't require much effort to unbuckle the belt and to shift Nikki over to uncoil it from around her waist. She was about to throw it away when a violent thought came into her mind. She could use this later if needed. Depositing it in one of the corners, she realised Nikki had started to stir, as of yet unknowing.

Becky attacked the button on the front of Nikki's jeans. It came open and Becky started to pull at the pants. As expected, they barely moved. Becky soon got a look at the front of Nikki's grey panties. With the front no longer serving her purposes, she rolled her onto her front and tried to tug them down at the back.

She managed to reveal Nikki's grey thong before the Scottish diva stopped their progress and rolled over again. Becky hadn't let go of her pants before Nikki tightened her fingers around her throat. **** to drop her grip, Becky tried to retaliate but couldn't.

"You want to see me in me skivvies? Why don't I see yours?"