Amelia

Jessica, humiliated and incensed, pulled her arm back to take a swing at Amelia. Amelia saw this telegraphed attack, and stepped aside, grabbing her upper arm as the punch missed. Pinching that fleshy arm hard, she turned the stunned Jessica around, and grabbed the ends of her corset laces. To her delight, they were tied in a single bow. It took her no time to untie the tight laces, and pull them loose with her other hand. Loosening the corset was easy, as it was under so much pressure. The closures in the front popped open, leaving Jessica's top covered in a tight black t-shirt that wasn't quite long enough to cover her soft, pale stomach, that now protruded above the hem of her skirt.

But Jessica responded, hitting Amelia in the side with her elbow. Turning, she grabbed the low neckline of Amelia's dress and tugged hard. With a ripping sound, it tore along the seams of the central panel, leaving her black bra on display, and part of her pale, but not so flabby midsection.