Show the People What Ya Got

AsNancy pivoted on her heel to leave down a narrow service hall, she overlooked an errant piece of cream pie on the slick floor. Her high heeled shoes were not up to the challenge and she proceeded to “entertain” the gathering group of residents with an ungraceful pirouette and several twirls trying to regain her balance. Her glasses flew off and her blouse unloosened at the top before landing awkwardly on her behind, legs akimbo.

“EEEEEE!! OOOMMPPFFF!!!”

The impact caused one of her shapely boobs to pop out of her blouse, nipple and all. Her pin stripped skirt rode up high over her waist. Adding to her humiliation, a pair of nice looking legs were now spread WIDE apart and...lo and behold!...sexy, black lace panties now nestled ever so lovingly between her ass cheeks and twat.

Having been treated to an unexpected eyeful of the snobbish attorney’s intimate area, the inevitable catcalls and wolf whistles rained down on the totally embarrassed barrister, adding further to her indignity. Nobody moved to help her. Not even Brenda. At least not right away as she was secretly enjoying watching her bossy, conceited mentor struggle to maintain her professionalism with one of her tits hanging out and her crotch wide open to the world.

“OK, ok. The show is over.” declared Brenda as she finally moved to assist the ruffled Nancy and help readjust her clothing, trying hard not to snicker.

“Well!! Never in my life have I been so mortified!” huffed Nancy and stomped off to the penthouse elevators, receiving a round of applause for her efforts.

Now in charge, Brenda walked to the center of the lobby’s sitting area to begin handing out the eviction notices. The area was a good choice. Plenty of room, places to sit and work. Nicely decorated too, with a few comfortable chairs and couches near a built in fireplace with heavy timber benches and rails to place drinks on. Some of residents tagged along. Others just hung in wings to await events.

She was the center of attention now. Just the way it should be. God, she felt g-o-o-o-o-d! She had even carefully chosen just the right dress for today. Tight fitting and low cut. Just the one she wanted in order to accentuate her huge bosom and voluptuous figure. To make herself feel sexy underneath, she wore a silky camisole and tap panties combo. And that embarrassing pratfall by Nancy had really made her day too. Brenda couldn’t stop chuckling to herself whenever she pictured that old bitch lying there in exposed humiliation.

However, what was going on with these idiot residents was not making her happy in the least. For unlike earlier in the day, only few were coming forward this time. Brenda just wanted this over and done with.

“Passive resistance to the powers that be? Fine with me. I’ve got better things to do.” she mused.

“Hurry up people! I’m going to wrap this up soon whether you like it or not!” announced Brenda impatiently.

Megan decided that now would be the right opportunity to walk up to Brenda and perhaps confront her. She wondered what she would say after so long a time. Or even if Brenda would remember her.

She and Brenda were familiar with each other alright. Brenda had at first pretended friendship with Megan, but as it later turned out, only wanted her as a foil to belittle physically, intellectually and professionally in front of others. She needed Megan to feel bad so she could feel better about herself. The “friendship” was merely a tool for Brenda. A means to an end. Nevertheless, the sarcasm was hurtful and surprising. It didn’t take long to drain Megan both emotionally and physically.

Brenda began to see that no one was taking her seriously, sensing a decided lack of cooperation from the residents. She needed to be in control. “Get ‘em laughing and you’ve got them on your side. Right?” She reasoned.

So in typical Brenda Morgan fashion, she turned to sarcasm, using it against the ones who decided to come forward to get their papers. Almost taking pleasure in the cruelty she inflicted. Scoffing capriciously at whatever struck her as a character flaw or personal failure or anyone she just didn’t like.

“By the way,” shouted Brenda, suddenly sounding off, “we’re well aware of some perverted her-her activity going on here in the complex. If you know what I mean. Disgusting. Wouldn't you agree, Katie and Ronnie? Where ever you are. God, there ought to be a law. Maybe there is. I’ll have to check on that.” announced Brenda decisively. Making sure it was purposely loud enough for all to hear.

“BOOoooo!”

“That’s not right, Ms. Morgan. Leave them alone. I think...”

“I don’t care what your whiny opinion is. Are you an attorney? I earned MY degree in college, you dolt.”

“Big deal! I went to college too. I have the beer mugs at home to prove it!” Boasted some irreverent smart aleck.

Megan screwed up her courage and approached the imperious Brenda.

“Time to show her that she doesn’t own me anymore.” she thought.

“Maybe you should mind your own business for a change.” challenged Megan.

Brenda pretended not to notice and began to deliberately scan her list as if looking for a specific name.

“Ah ha. What have we here? Speaking of failures extraordinaire. Megan Adkins. Megan with the tiny tits, no friends and no career. Still waiting tables Megan?” She asked in a most insulting tone and threw the forms at Megan.

“Go FETCH, loser!” as Brenda deliberately tossed Megan’s documents on the floor.

“Ha, ha, ha. Hey, you people, I’ve got a great story to pass on to you later. Absolutely hilarious. It’s about the time I humiliated Megan in front of a crowd of people at a bar. It’s classic Megan.” she chortled to herself.

As Megan turned and bent over to retrieve the papers, Brenda yanked down on her short pants and panties, exposing her backside to the group and a few chuckles.

“Yikes!” screamed a surprised Megan.

“Still a sucker for a good pantsing I see. Hah! You still haven't learned.” She mocked.

“As for the rest of you dullards, if you won’t cooperate, I’m done with you. Go find your own paperwork if you want it. I’ve got other projects to work on. Return it to me when it’s completed. PROPERLY! I’ll be sitting over here on this wood bench where there’s plenty of room to work.

“You mean ‘plenty of room’ for your fat ass!” Shouted some female voice.

“Who said that?...I’m watching you people.” she warned.

“Ms. Morgan, that is not a sitting bench. It’s really just a flimsy…”

“Don’t tell me what to do! It’s perfectly fine for me to...CR-A-A-A-CK! GAAAAHHHHH!...UNNGHHH!”

“...pottery bench.”

A Plump Brenda punched through the wooden pottery display bench and smashed to floor on her substantial rump, forcefully throwing her legs up in a ‘V’.

RIIIIP!

Packed as she was into her tight dress like some German sausage, it split open from the hem, and up along her leg, allowing it to slide down, as her legs flew up, exposing her loose fitting tap panties and giving everyone a long look down along her hefty thigh and into her cooch.

“Wow! Looks like you have a ‘split hem’ dress in your wardrobe now, dear!” shouted someone.

“Yeah, I saw a couple of hookers with that very style downtown but their legs didn’t look as good as yours! Yowza!!”

As Rolly-polly Brenda struggled to regain her feet and dignity, she kept showing everyone more of her ass cheek and privates as her tap panties, designed to be loose at the thigh, were revealing more than she wanted, causing the onlookers to break into uproarious laughter. The loudest coming from Megan herself.

RIIP. RIIP.

Brenda’s struggling now made the tear pull further apart to become a large rip up to her rump. She tried to hide her selection of and panties by closing her partially open dress as she rolled onto all fours. Using the nearby couch for support, Brenda was finally able to right herself. Hair disheveled now, she stood puffing heavily, totally embarrassed. The damaged clothing was bad enough, but her humiliating mistake of falling through the bench and the exposure of her pussy, thick meaty thighs and undies to this crude, unsophisticated bunch was too much to bear.

“No doubt these brutes were being titillated by the sight of my privates.” She fumed to herself.

“And THAT Megan.” She bristled at the thought that not only was she privy to her intimate area and apparel, but she was joining in with these buffoons, laughing and pointing at her.

“Time to teach her a lesson.” she murmured to herself.