Escape is not an Option

With hands covering her crotch and bosom, the hapless bystander scurried away in search of any place to hide her blubbery body, barely clad as it was in an unfortunate choice of ‘sensible’ undergarments, leaving her dignity and large floppy hat behind. The throng of spectators was howling with laughter as her flabby legs and rippling, pantied buttocks were the last things they saw as she tried to slither under the nearby dais used for the house band. About two feet off the floor and skirted with a green cloth curtain around its edges, it was the closest place for her to hide until she could figure out what to do next. Better than trying to run through the bar dressed in her ludicrous underwear.

Stephanie saw Jessica trying to work her way through the crowd, no doubt looking for her. Attired in a black, one piece dress that flared out to a mid thigh skirt, it was held up just over her breasts by a center piece of black fabric leading up to and looping around her neck.

The two of them were due for a showdown. She could give Jess a fair fight alone, but not both her and an enraged Amber at the same time. She knew full well that if she were caught, she would be publicly stripped naked by the two of them in front of these people as entertainment both for them and for Jessica, who was well known to have a penchant for over-the-top, erotic, sexual exhibitionism with other women and men.

Jess had momentarily lost sight of Stephanie so she decided that at this point, that retreat would be the better part of valor. In any event, she had finally humiliated that roly-poly tub of lard, Amber. Even threw that porker into the mud pit.

Following the lead of the panicked woman, Stephanie wiped the mud from her face, crouched down and headed for the dais. The other woman was still struggling to crawl completely under the dais, her white panties partially draped with the green skirting, pasty white thighs and strappy shoes shoes still sticking out.

It looked like plenty of clearance at first, but as she shimmied underneath, the back of Stephanie’s green, leopard paneled dress caught a skirting nail and she heard an audible “RIIIP.”

“Uh, oh. Damn, I’m stuck.” “RIIIP!” “Shit. I gotta get under here. Once more should do the trick.” she muttered. SHRIIIIIP!

Stephanie felt cool air on her back from bare shoulders to panties.

Jessica stopped to check on Amber. She secretly had a ‘thing’ for her. Wanted to make Amber her ‘princess’ but knew that she was only into dudes. She was still churning inside with anger after Amber had rejected her initial advances. “I can work on that later.” She figured.

“Where did that bitch go?” Jess demanded of a cute little waif of a young woman with piercing, blue-gray eyes set in purple eye shadow and outlined in black. Jess grabbed the zippered front of her black hoodie as she lovingly caressed the side of her cheek and neck.

“Under the...the...there.” She stammered as she pointed to the dais.

“Good. And don’t you go far. I may be entertaining some friends later on.” She said as she brazenly lowered the hoodie’s front zipper enough for a glimpse of an enticing pair of pert, mouthwatering appetizers.

Amber sidled up to Jessica. No longer caring about her nudity and seething with anger and humiliation, the only thing she wanted to do now was to punish Stephanie. Anyways, still covered with muck, she looked like some kind of savage demon from another world.

“Come outta there and fight, you cunt! I’m gonna kick your ass!” Jess snarled.