She lightens the load

Far cleverer than she looked, Eliza decided that Lauren, the host of Supernatural Investigations, Inc. and current inhabitant of her great-grandfather's chandelier, needed to be taught a lesson. To this end she quickly formulated a plan to humiliate her and put it into action.

"Lauren," she called out sweetly.

"Yeah, what? Are you going to get me down or what?" Lauren replied indignantly as she swung there helplessly, a bone shattering twenty feet off the ground.

"Yes, we are, of course we are," Eliza told her, "But it's going to take a little while to get the ladder up here and get you safely down. In the mean time I'm afraid the chandelier might come loose."

"Come loose? And what, fall? With me in it?" Lauren looked at Eliza in terror, her eyes going wide at the thought of once again plunging through the air and this time landing on the hard marble below. "Please don't tell me it might fall."

"It might," Lauren smiled inwardly at her white lie. Sure the chandelier might fall, but it was highly unlikely, it was made to hold far more than Lauren's additional weight. "We really don't know. It's old like the rest of the house and I doubt it was made to hold up a person in addition to itself. The bolts may be working themselves out of the joists as we speak."

"Oh my God, you're right, you're shitty old house is going to kill me," Lauren cried. "Please, there has to be something we can do. I don't want to die here!"

"There is... maybe..." Eliza replied after several tense moments, "but you're going to have to exactly as I say."

"Sure, whatever, just tell me what to do," Lauren said. At the moment she would have agreed to just about anything.

"Well to begin with we need to lighten the load as much as we can," Eliza instructed, "Those shoes you're wearing look like they probably way a couple pounds, why don't you kick those off?"

"Okay, sure..." Lauren said kicking first one off and then the other sending them flying down to the floor below where they bounces around comically before coming to rest.

Eliza who stood only a few yards from where Lauren hung couldn't believe how small the TV show host's feet were. It seemed odd that she would have such slender feet and wrists, but such a large round bottom and breasts. Perhaps she wasn't all that she was cracked up to be she pondered and was pleased she had chosen this particular tack to humiliate the other woman. Just then Lauren asked rather sharply what she would do next.

"You still need to be lighter," she told Lauren, "Drop the skirt and jacket and probably your top!"

"Ummm... alright," Lauren replied and to the delight of everyone watching, Eliza and the frequently put upon TV crew, Frank and Bobby, she started removing her clothes. She removed her blazer first after a bit of a struggle and sent it sailing down to join her cast off shoes. Then she lifted herself up, basically arching her back like a crude erotic performer and slid her skirt down her legs and off. Her blouse was comparatively easy to remove, but she seemed most hesitant about removing it. After swaying there for a moment and again looking down and seeing how far it was though she sighed and began to unbutton it. A moment later it floated down to land on her skirt.

"Nice underwear," one of the guys snickered, it wasn't clear which one, and hearing this Lauren did her best to cover herself with her hands for indeed her underwear choices were interesting. Eliza would have expected somehow like Lauren to be wearing racy little lace things, but for some reason Lauren was wearing very full cut black panties and a seriously heavy duty bra of similar construction. She was certainly full of surprises Eliza thought. She wondered just what Lauren had under there...