RRIIIPP!

Things were getting desperate now. Any moment now, the garbage disposal would pull Chelsea's hair in. Not only did her perfect hair mean the world to her, but that would put her in actual physical danger! So, with me holding her bra strap and Johnny grasping the top of her panties, we pulled.

Chelsea was in hysterics. She was tugging against the disposal, squealing incoherently, her body shaking. I know, I know: what about the switch? You could just turn the disposal off! But in the heat of the moment, none of us thought of that! It didn't even cross my mind... honest... I swear...

Then, all at once, several things happened. Johnny and I pulled hard, and the dress fully gave way. At the same time, the bra strap snapped in my hand. I hear the panties RRRRIIIIPPP as they came loose in Johnny's hand. Both of us fell back, flung by our own momentum. Meanwhile Chelsea, free of all her garments, fell as well, landing in a panting pile on the floor. All three of us were stunned on the ground as the garbage disposal loudly ground at the ripped remains of Chelsea's dress..