Okay then guys, let's give The Tomkins clan the send off they deserve....here's part 1 of what will probably be a 2 or 3 part climax.
A lot of time had passed since Tanya's disastrous revenge scheme had gone awry. She had ended up stripped and made to come by her enemies, and no one apart from her and her friends, Holly and Gemma, had seen Louise and Emily half naked. Luckily, no one else in town knew about what had gone on that night. The police weren't talking, and Jenni kept quiet, fearful of the photos of her naked ass that Holly had taken being seen.
However, the passing of time did nothing to stem the embarrassment Tanya still felt from Mrs Tomkins birthday party. She had felt so helpless, in her underwear and suspenders, her bottom spanked with her face in a dessert. But Tanya was also patient. Very patient indeed. She knew her time would come…
"I want the biggest party of them all" said Mrs Tomkins to Peter, Louise and Emily, sitting in the drawing room of their palatial abode. "I want those ingrates to see that we are the richest, most powerful people they know".
"Mother, aren't they supposed to be our friends?" asked Peter.
"Yes, but they are still ingrates. Not an original thought in their thick skulls. They need to be shown how to have a good time."
"It's true", Louise piped up. "Money can buy you power, but it can't buy mummy's friends personalities."
They all laughed, and then Mrs Tomkins spoke.
"Remember my birthday last year, when we taught Peter's wh*r* a lesson? We should do that again."
"But on a much grander scale!" agreed Louise. "We could get a whole lot of poor people, and humiliate them!"
"Maybe one per guest!" said Mrs Tomkins.
Unwittingly, the Tomkins family had just set the wheels in motion for their own social disaster.
In the ensuing months, word got round that Mrs Tomkins was hiring local teenagers, male and female, to work at her birthday party. Tanya was suspicious, and she shared her thoughts with Holly.
"She never outsources her employees, it's always the same upper class toffs working these things."
"I know", said Holly, "my sister accepted a job. The pay was great, but she said she had to sign a contract that they wouldn't let her see."
Tanya nodded thoughtfully. "Something's going on. We need to find that contract."
And so it was that Holly and her sister, Rose, found themselves standing at the gate of Tomkins Manor.
"Okay Rose, you go in and ask Tomkins about the contract. As early as you can, go to the bathroom on the ground floor and open the window for me. Then you just need to distract them for a while. I'll sneak into the study and try and find the contract."
"But what do I talk to her about?"
"Anything, just keep them talking, okay?"
Rose nodded agreement. They went separate ways and Rose walked up and rang the doorbell.
Holly snuck round to the bathroom window and waited. She was dressed head to toe in black, using the night as a shield. She had to do everything right. After all, this was breaking and entering, right? Could she trust Rose to keep Tomkins talking? She had to. Rose had signed the contract, and Holly was really doing this for her.
Holly was jolted from her thoughts by a light knock at the window. She remained still, and listened as the window was slid up.
"Holly, it's me!" whispered Rose. Holly stood and looked at her sister. Rose was pale and worried looking.
"Don't worry sis, I'll be in and out in no time" smiled Holly. She looked at the window. "Hey, can you get this up any higher? I don't know if I'll fit through."
Rose shook her head. "It's stuck." Holly put her head and arms through and pulled herself up, which is where things got tricky. She was a slender girl, except for her surprisingly large D cup breasts, which is where she got stuck.
"Rose, I'm sorry, you need to help" asked Holly, slightly embarrassed. Rose used her hands to squeeze Holly's breasts to the side to allow the brown haired girl to get through. Holly slid her body through the gap. "Ow!" she exclaimed. She looked at her leg, and saw a small cut in her black leggings. She checked the window and saw there was a sharp piece of wood in the frame that she had caught herself on. "I'd better remember that when I'm on my way out" she muttered to herself. Rose flushed the toilet and made her way back outside to speak to Mrs Tomkins. Holly slipped through the door and found herself crouching in the hall. This place was massive. She waited till her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, before ascending the spiral staircase to the first floor. She tread softly in her black ballet shoes, only stopping in surprise at the occasional creak of a floorboard. She knew it was just Mrs Tomkins at home tonight. Louise and Emily would be at the pool, and Peter was in Australia for a month.Still, she wasn't going to take any chances. There was too much at stake.
Holly moved silently along the upstairs corridor, until she came to the last door on the left. The door to the study was open invitingly. Holly went straight for the desk, rifling through papers. There it was! The contract. Holly scanned her eyes over it. Her eyes widened as she read the last paragraph.
"The signee hereforth agrees that all dignity shall be waived on the evening if the 14th of June. The signee agrees to abide by all instructions from Mrs Gillian Tomkins. Any attempt to defy these instructions will be met with punishment. No criminal charges may be pressed against Mrs Tomkins."
Just then, Holly heard a noise. It was the front door opening. Was Rose leaving?
"Mother, I'm home early! Surprise!"
Oh shit, it was Peter! Holly put the contract down and scurried towards the door. She crept out into the hall to hear, and the study door closed behind her, locking itself.
"Oh Peter, how good to see you! What a treat, just in time for my birthday next week!"
Holly turned and tried to reopen it. It wouldn't budge.
"Of course mother, I wouldn't miss it for the world."
She guessed she would just have to wait for them to go to the sitting room. At least she was safe here.
"Okay mother, I'm just going to put my bags away and I'll be down for supper."
Holly heard Peter's footsteps on the spiral stairs, and blind panic descended on her. She was going to be caught. She knew the study was locked, so she ran to the next door and tried to open it. Locked too.
Peter's steps were slow but steady.
Holly darted to the next door, which was also locked. How many goddam doors are there in this house? she thought.
The footsteps were getting louder now. Much louder.
There was one door left to try. Holly threw herself towards it, grasped the handle, and found herself in a bedroom. Peter's bedroom. She heard Peter reach the top of the stairs. Holly knew she only had seconds before he came in here to drop his bags off and found a scared teenage burglar. There was only one thing to do. She hurled herself to the floor and crawled under the bed. She shimmied her body to get into the cramped space, again having trouble due to her boobs, but there was more room than at the window. Peter was coming towards the door now. Holly was halfway under the bed when she felt her leggings catch on something. It must have been a nail on the underside of the bed. Once again, she knew she had to make a split second decision. Try and get her leggings free and risk getting caught, or lose the leggings for now. She heard the door open, and Holly hauled her body forwards, feeling her tight black leggings slide down her smooth white thighs, down her long legs and finally off over her feet. She clenched her fists in anger, feeling cold and exposed now she had lost half of her camouflage. Well, at least she could put them back on in a minute.
Holly tried to turn her head to see from under the foot of the bed. She could see her leggings lying there. She could also see her bright red panties on her cute little bum. Then she saw Peter's feet as he entered the room finally. He threw the suitcases on the bed, and Holly felt the weight pressing down on her. Then, to her horror, she saw a hand reaching down to her discarded clothing.
"For god's sake, I wish emily wouldn't leave her stuff lying around my room. Well, she won't be wearing these again" he chuckled. She saw his feet walk towards the window. She heard him open and close it, and knew instinctively that her leggings were now somewhere out in the garden.
This was not going well.
Peter left and went downstairs. Holly waited until he was gone before crawling out from under the bed. She got to her feet, and saw herself in a full length mirror. She saw a very beautiful girl looking very scared, wearing a tight fitting black top and a pair of very skimpy red knickers. The undies stretched tight over her small round cheeks, before vanishing into her butt crack, leaving a lot of her bare bottom on show. She looked around the room for something to wear, to hide her pale flesh. Nothing. It seems Peter had packed his every belonging in his suitcases. Holly tried them too, but they were locked. She decided just to get out and find her leggings in the garden. She stood at the top of the stairs, breathing heavily. She could hear Peter and his mother chatting away. Rose must have left already, surely? thought Holly. She put her foot out, misjudged the stairs, and fell forwards.
In the parlour, Peter and Mrs Tomkins had just opened a bottle of bubbly when they heard the noise of something crashing down the stairs.
"What the devil was that?" asked Peter as they ran towards the door. Peter grabbed a poker from the fireplace as defence. They raced out into the hall and stopped at the sight before them. Holly lay at the foot of the stairs on her back, spread eagled before them in her top and knickers. She saw them and leapt to her feet, feeling a pain in her ankle. She hobbled as fast as she could towards the bathroom and got inside, locking the door on Peter just as he reached it. With tears in her eyes from her sore foot, Holly lifted her legs to climb back through the tight space of the window. She put her legs and butt through first, hurriedly. She could hear Peter trying to barge the door down.
Now if Holly had had more time, she probably would have remembered to watch the sharp piece of wood on the window. However, time was not a luxury she could afford, and so as Peter burst through the door, Holly slipped out through the window and landed in just her red panties and her floral print white bra. Her top hung from the window frame, ensnared there. Peter reached out and pulled it inside. He looked out the window, and for a moment the two stared at each other, Peter taking in the vision before him of Tanya's friend, stripped to her underwear, cowering on his back lawn. Then Holly got up and ran as fast as her injured ankle would let her. Peter watched as she limped away, enjoying the way her butt cheeks wiggled as she tried to run. He hit a button next to the window and smiled as the lawn sprinklers came on. Holly screamed out loud as she was drenched in thick jets of freezing cold water, soaking through her undies. She escaped from the sprinklers, and looked down in dismay at her sizeable chest. Yup, the bra was wet and completely see through, her pink nipples standing out against the flowery patterns on the garment. Not only that, but she felt them stiffening due to the cold.
It was only then Holly realised she had stopped running and was standing in the middle of the residential street. Standing there soaking wet. Standing there half naked, shivering, her near naked bottom quivering in the night air, her big boobs partially exposed in her bra.
Holly ran. It was night, and there weren't too many people around. Those that did see her would never forget the sight of the ample chested girl jogging along on her injured foot, of her bright red embarrassed face, or of her pale white bottom jiggling as she ran through the streets, her soaken red skimpies clinging tight to every curve of her exposed cheeks.
But although she was embarrassed, although she was exposed, although she was crying, Holly knew, deep down, that it was worth it.
She had read the contract. She knew that Tomkins was planning some sort of mass humiliation.
She knew that they would be ready for them.
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