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We're back on She Loser! Our lovely brunette is sitting on the chair, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation she just got herself on!

Spot on, she's just sitting there, reading a magazine as she waits. She doesn't seem to realize that right under her butt some of the most powerful glue available is drying up. Time goes on and nothing happens. While she seems to be slightly annoyed about this, the brunette keeps reading the magazine. A few minutes later the prank kicks in; she puts the magazine back on the table and tries to stand up from the chair... failing to do so! A confused look appears on her cute face.

What's wrong, honey? Can't you stand up? Ha-ha-ha!

She looks around, confused and slightly embarrassed. Then she tries to stand up again, pushing with her hands at both armrests. Not much happens, besides the fact that her buttocks remain stuck to the seat. The confused look on her eyes is now more evident. Something resembling fear is now also quite evident on her face. She looks down and checks her seat, looking for the reason of her being attached to it. However, she doesn't seem able to find it.

Keep guessing, brunette. You've almost made it!

She then looks around. The brunette probably thinks that this is some kind of malfunction, but can't put the finger on it. She tries to stand up once again, slower this time. Nothing happens, of course. The brunette lets go an exhasperated grunt. She wonders whispering, what the -bleep!- is going on.

Watch your mouth, young lady! What kind of vocabulary is that?

The young lady keeps mumbling unladylike stuff, as she tries to stand up again. This time she employs greater strenght, and this can be seen because of her clenched teeth. Her hands are firmly placed on the chair's armrests, and her arms are pushing down. Still, she's not going anywhere.

C'mon, fat ass! You can do it! Ha-ha-ha!

She keeps pulling, and pulling, and pulling... until...


RRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP!!!! !!!!


The brunette is propelled forwards, and she finally can stand up. She remains next to the chair, her upper body leaning forward slightly and her knees slightly bent. Her big ass is sticking backwards. In that moment the cameras focus on her pretty face. Her eyes are wide open and her lips form a very comical "O" shape. Is the face of sudden realization; the sudden realization of that something has gone really wrong.

What's wrong, honey? Do you feel a draft? Ha-ha-ha!

Pretty much, as the leather skirt is still stuck to the seat, completely torn apart. Without changing her ridicule posture, the brunette looks down. She sees that the only thing covering her legs now are her stockings. And her tight-fitting underwear is fully exposed; cheetah print underwear!

Woah! Cute panties, you're such a wild girl, ha-ha-ha!

The brunette covers her crotch with her hands while turning around, giving us a view of her big ass under the tight poliamyde fabric of her briefs. She looks at her ruined skirt and a moan of desperation can be heard. A few seconds later, she grabs the hem of her skirt and tries to detach it from the chair. She's not being successful so far.

Do not bother with that, Wild Girl. That skirt is ruined beyond recognition!

Wild Girl keeps trying anyway, and she moans of desperation again. While doing so she looks around with anxiety on her eyes. It's clear what may be crossing her mind right now; what if someone walks up now and sees me like this? She's now pulling it with both hands now, but it's useless; the skirt won't come out. Exhasperated, she lets it go and looks around, trying to find a hiding place. However, the room is quite empty. Wild Girls looks really desperate now.

Just try pretending it's swimwear. I've heard that it may help, ha-ha-ha!

Her face is bright red at this point. She has not been seen by anybody yet -besides us, behind cameras! -but that may change soon. In a very absurd move she tries hiding behind the room's decorative plant, right before she realizes how ridicule is that.

Nope, Wild Girl; your bum is too big for that! Ha-ha-ha!

Footsteps from the corridor alert her. Instinctively she places one hand on her crotch and the other one on her ass, trying her best to cover her undies. Of course, she fails miserably at it. The footsteps sound closer now, leaving Wild Girl with little time to react. She runs with short steps towards the ladies' restroom and hides there.

Booo! Only cowards hide! You're a coward, Wild Girl! Booo!

The source of the footsteps appears. The man that had told her to wait there appears again. And -voila!- the super glue boy appears too. They look at the ruined skirt on the seat, look at each other's eyes... and burst into a fit of laughter! They comment how humiliating must be to be in Wild Girl's current situation. As prank collaborators, they make sure that Wild Girl hears those comments, enhancing her feelings of ridicule. Wild Girl, meanwhile, is sticking her head out of the restroom. Finally, after mustering up some courage, she calls them for help...


END OF THE PRANK