Mica was dazed

Mica was dazed just long enough for Christa to act. She grabbed the zipper of her top and pulled it down. The vest came open, revealing the black bra Mica had underneath. Mica regained her composure, and pulled the vest open herself. "Did you want to see what Dan wanted instead of you?" she taunted. Mica wasn't quite slim, but, next to Christa, her exposed midriff seemed svelte and, even with her bra on, her large breasts put Christa's to shame.

Christa's single moment of success in this encounter had still resulted in people mocking her. Mica grabbed her by the hair, and buried her face in her large breasts. "Get a good look. This is what a real woman looks like."

"Mmmph, you bitch!" was the only muffled phrase Christa could get out with her head between Mica's tits. Then Mica let go of her hair. Christa was grateful to catch her breath. But only for a moment, because Mica's hands slid around her chubby hips, seized the back of her panty waistband, and lifted her onto her toes with a painful and humiliating wedgie.

Even the most successful of Christa's efforts against Mica had resulted in heaping more embarrassment on Crista,