While her hands covered her breasts...

Stephanie grabbed the back of her panties, and jerked them up her back viciously. Such an aggressive wedgie was bound to hurt more than Amber's pride. But, with her crotch still aching from the knee attack she had just suffered, the taught fabric's attack on her pussy and rear was unbearable. Her mouth opened wide and tears ran down her face, making a shambles of her dark eye makeup.

Stephanie loosened the panties for a moment, then tightened them up even higher. This caused Amber to bounce on her tiptoes. Her tormentor was enjoying this. The pain was almost too much to even think about how much she was exposing. Her hands had fallen away from her breasts, and she heard snippets of comments from the crowd between her moans. Phone flashes blazed in the pale lights of the club. "Pale and floppy," "beer belly," "dark bush poking out," "are you getting this?" and "gross fat cow" all occupied her ears and mind for a moment.

Then, Stephanie had pulled the fabric too far. With a loud rrrrrip, the seams burst, and then the overstretched pink cotton gave way. Amber nearly fell to the ground, but Stephanie grabbed her upper arm with one hand, while waving the torn panties in the air like a flag. "Wow, has she ever heard of shaving?" she heard a catty voice from the crowd. "She don't need a razor, she needs hedge trimmers!" another voice responded.

This was Amber's lowest moment ever, but Stephanie, seeing Jess running toward them, an angry look on her face, thought she might be able to do one more thing before her hasty retreat. She grabbed Amber by her hair extensions, and, with another hand grabbing one of her breasts, **** her to follow.