The skirt has to go.

Amber, doing her best to protect herself, took a swing at Rajni. But Amber was drunk, and Rajni easily dodged, delivering her own counterpunch to the chubby stomach, which jiggled like gelatin as her fist dug into it. Amber was winded, and raised her hands to her head to help her breathe, in the process revealing clumps of hair under her fat arms, both of which had been hidden by the shrug earlier.

While the crowd noticed and commented, and phones flashed, Rajni had something else on her mind. While Amber was winded, and her hands were up near her head, Rajni grabbed the camo skirt and ripped it down to her ankles, revealing her chubby backside, and a pair of faded cotton panties, white with a pattern of small blue flowers. "Now THAT's what I call junk in the trunk!" someone nearby said. "Wow, she could use some new underwear," another voice commented. "Underwear, hell, she needs a new ass, look at all those stretchmarks," a third voice said.

But Rajni was far from done; she turned Amber around so the gathered crowd could see what she saw. First of all, the panties were a bit wet at the front and in the crotch, revealing the contrast of dark hair against the light skin underneath. But the panties were unable to contain the hair that was there. It sprouted out the top waistband, and the legholes, and circled around her inner thighs.

Again the crowd was merciless: "Did she wet herself, or is she getting turned on by all this?" "That's a lot of hair. Welcome to the jungle!" said one of the voices, adding "Get it? I mean, her pussy is a jungle." No one new laughed after his explanation.