The Fool Who...Ripped Her Pants

As she inched closer and reached out her hands to grab the corgi, his ears perked up and he instantly darted toward Renee knocking her backwards and scrambling up her body, unbuttoning her jeans in the process. Renee spun around to her knees and jumped up gasping as she felt a breeze between her legs.

Looking down she saw the legs of her pants were at her ankles,her bulky butt had completely obliterated the back of the fabric leaving her in her hot pink panties. Bringing her hands once again to her jugs the voluptuous redhead had to get the dog and fast being on her mind. She could retrieve her shirt and get a new pair of pants if she was quick enough. She was no stranger to being in such a state of disdress, it no longer bothered her. Renee still thought she was alone in the store.

“Ohmygod…where are you, you little shit.” She cursed now frustrated at the loss of her bottoms. Her job was on the line, and she didn’t have time on her side. Seeing the fuzzball run into a small door, she crawled in after him knowing he had to have been trapped on whatever the other side was.