PART 2:
The sound of the fight was picked up through the mic and carried through the hall, as Jeff’s camera provided a closeup view of the action on the large screen. “You stupid b*tch, look what your idiocy has done now!” Demi snarled from her position on top of Ariana. “Get off me, you cow, when you sang ‘Let it Go’, I didn’t know you were talking about your waistline.”
“OK, you brat, you asked for it” Demi growled as she pulled at the top of Ariana’s dress until the straps ripped. Of course, in a scoop-backed dress like Ariana’s, there was no room for a bra, and Ariana’s small, perky breasts didn’t really require one. An audible gasp swept over the audience as Ariana’s breasts came into view.
Jeff looked at Jamie again. “Keep rolling it; let the control room handle the censorship.” This would normally have been a good strategy, except for the fact that Charles, at the console in the control room, was texting with his girlfriend and wasn’t watching the screen. The five-second delay was wasted as Ariana’s lovely mounds were shown to the viewing audience.
Demi herself was transfixed for a moment. She could feel herself getting a bit wet. Rival or not, seeing the beautiful vixen in front of her, topless, was a moving experience. Ariana took advantage of this momentary lapse to knee Demi between the legs, causing her to groan and loosen her grip on Ariana enough that she could climb out from under her. She got to her feet quickly, and stood over Demi, who had fallen onto her back. “See? I’ll always be better than yo-“ Ariana’s hands went from covering her breasts to grabbing the rest of her dress. Demi had reached up from the floor and was pulling the rest of it down!
Soon, Ariana’s midsection came into view, then the top of her frilly, old-fashioned, pink panties. If the cameras had been able to catch it behind the layer of whipped cream, Ariana was blushing. When the dress hit her ankles, Ariana stood there for a moment, covering herself. But then, she looked down, and saw that Demi was temporarily blinded by the cloth of the dress covering her face. This was Ariana’s time to turn the tables. No one in the TV audience really understood the smirk on her face at that moment, but soon they would.
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