Too sweaty to Grip

The ripped dress no longer covered Chelsea's underwear clad body, but it was still tangled around her head, getting slowly, constantly pulled into the garbage disposal.

"Help me!" She squealed hysterically. "It's going to get my hair!"

I grabbed at Chelsea's exposed body, turning back to look at the stunned Johnny.

"Help!" I commanded to Johnny.

Snapping out of it, the younger man rushed up to help. He grasped Chelsea around the waist, but his hands slipped off.

"I can't get a grip!" He said. "She's all sweaty!"

He was right. Due to the heat of the day, and Chelsea's distress, her body was slick with sweat. I tried to grab her but my hands also slid right off. Meanwhile her head was pulled closer to the drain and she let out a scream.

Desperate now, I grasped the back of her bra of grip. Following my lead, Johnny grabbed the back of her panties. We both pulled on her underwear, trying to free her...