And it's not Trish yet!!

Laughing, Stacy brought her hand back for another big slap that she then swung at Trish with even more **** than the first time. Trish however, via cunning planning or just dumb luck, managed to duck, wrenching her arms free of Torrie and semi submerging herself. Stacy’s slap was planted hard across the face of Torrie who fell backwards in shock, losing her footing as she tried to get out of the way. Stacy too was shocked, freezing stupidly as she watched Torrie crashing backwards into the water. But then Trish emerged again, storming towards Stacy with a furious look on her face. Stacy tried to back away but found herself right on the edge of the pool, unable to run anywhere. In a **** attempt to save herself Stacy raised her hands, maybe to try an beg off from Trish but the Canadian was having none of that, lashing out with a chick kick that connected with Keibler’s temple. Stacy fell backwards, rolling over the edge of the pool to land on her back, her legs in the air and her dress falling down… or up in this case to her hips, revealing her white panties which were now semi transparent thanks to the water.

The crowd laughed as Stacy took her pratfall and Trish turned around to see Torrie, sat on her knees, the water lapping around her breasts as she looked up at Trish in shock and horror. Trish smiled to herself and made a step forward where upon Torrie decided that running was a better option and dove for the side of the pool. Trish however caught Torrie before she could attempt a get away and grabbed the arse of her dress, trying to pull her back into the centre of the pool but Torrie held onto the side of the pool with a **** grip, screaming every time Trish made a pull on her dress.

Though Trish could likely have over powered Torrie and wrenched her off the pool wall, the obvious option was far more appealing to Trish and she adjusted her grip so that she was holding onto just the bottom of Torrie’s dress. With two quick tugs Trish managed to pull Torrie gown down around her hips, her slender body making it easy for the water logged dress to slip off and down, leaving Torrie, still holding on to the wall, to just dog paddle helplessly as the dress disappeared to reveal her yellow bra, made to the exact same colour as her dress was in a detail that was wasted on the crowd who were screaming for Trish to finish the stripping.

With her bra exposed Torrie made a pitiful effort to try and cover her dignity with one hand while not letting go of the wall with the other but it did nothing to help her and before long Her dress was fully gone from her body, leaving her lying in the water with her chiselled backside sticking up into the air, her thong leaving her cheeks fully exposed. For a few more second Torrie just uselessly paddle her legs, her slender hips twisting as if she could somehow swim away from Trish who was now laughing along with the crowd as the Idaho native lay before her, stripped and humiliated.

When Torrie finally gave up the ghost and stood up the crowd were almost stunned to silence as they saw her athletic and almost perfect body, clad in just her underwear and dripping wet with her skin sparkling. Both her hands were down, covering her crotch and she had a blank, horrified look on her face as she stared at Trish, maybe thinking she could do something but when Trish started mocking her Torrie made more effort to cover herself, the humiliation starting to sink in as she turned and clambered clumsily over the pool wall. Swinging her long legs over the side in a way that managed to show of her thonged arse once again.