Panty-less pandemonium

"A mouse!" One of the dining guests shrieked at the sight of the small brown interloper. More of the guests also took up the shout and began getting to their feet and backing away.

"Don’t... don't worry!" Kayla pleaded, one hand over her bare breasts and the other held out indicating to the guests to stay calm, "I've got him..." she dove to the ground, but the mouse again proved to be too fast and ran away. Kayla rolled on the floor as the mouse leapt onto one of the tables, still trailing Kayla's bra, and caused the patrons to get up quickly and move away, bumping into others. The combination of guests who were afraid of mice, guests who were trying to calm those afraid of mice, and guests who were annoyed at having their lunch interrupted, soon meant there were people moving in all directions and a general panic in the air.

"Please... calm down!" Kayla struggled to get through the crowd, "Which way did he go? Can anyone tell me?"

Towards the other side of the room was a table of young women who had been eating together. One of them was terrified of mice and was urging the others to leave, but two of her friends seemed ****, wriggling in their seats. Eventually they were persuaded to stand and as they did there was a tearing sound and their dresses were yanked off their bodies, remaining attached to their chairs. The girls stood in shock, a brunette girl in silky red underwear and an asian girl in black lace.

"That looks like his work." Kayla said as she spotted the embarrassed girls. She turned to make her way quickly to that table, hoping to pick up the trail of the mouse.

She barely noticed the pinging of elastic breaking, and did not know what the sound was until her heart-patterned panties tangled around her ankles and tripped her up, unfortunately right as an unattended dessert trolley wheeled in front of her.

"Woah!" Kayla fell forwards, face-first into a large cream cake. Everything went white, until she pulled herself out, wiping cream from her eyes, a dollop managing to sit on top of her head, topped with a cherry. "Typical." Kayla growled. She got to her feet, in her anger forgetting to retrieve her panties, and pushed the trolley out of her way.

The trolley wheeled a little further until it passed by a young red-haired lady in a summer dress, snagged the dress and tore it off to reduce the woman to her light blue underwear.

"Sorry!" Kayla gasped as she realised what had happened. Around her more dresses were being torn, some of them from the mouse's tricks, some of them people snagging on things as they hurried around the room, and a few just because they were tight and delicate and not intended for quick movement. Already there were about a dozen women in the room reduced to their undergarments, which tended to run to matching and expensive, much more so than Kayla's threadbare old cotton ones, which now she thought about and realised were missing. "Oh no!" Kayla exclaimed, finally covering her crotch with her hands, although neglecting to hide her perky breasts this time.

She turned around again, this time facing a shelf of champagne bottles on the wall just as one tipped over on its side to point the cork at her, with the mouse sitting astride it. A moment later the cork came flying out to bop Kayla straight in the nose, before a spray of champagne shot out and covered her, at least washing away the cream.

Kayla staggered back, before the champagne deluge ceased, and she wiped her eyes again.

"Come here, you!" She growled, taking a step forwards, until every bottle on the shelf tipped over and popped their corks, showering the entire room.