PART 16:
Clara went back to the door and grabbed the next person. Mae Venturi leaped down from the Van and considered taking a swing at Clara, but Alma reminded her of the taser, “I wouldn’t if I were you….who are you, anyway? You look familiar.” Mae looked defiantly at her, and didn’t speak. “No matter, Clara, if you will?” Clara peeled Mae’s tank top off of her, revealing a black lace bra. She tossed this to Lupita, who slung it over her shoulder and kept filming. “Don’t” said Mae, as Clara’s hands unbuttoned the camouflage pants, but Clara ignored her, peeling the pants down to reveal a pair of camouflage briefs stretching over her ample backside. Lupita walked around her to get a better shot as Clara smacked the butt in front of her. Then she peeled the sports bra from the reporter, revealing a pair of magnificently-shaped breasts. Mae started to cover up her chest, allowing Clara to grab the panties without opposition. Before Mae knew what hit her, her damp mound was on display, shielded only by a bush of black pubic hair. “Bet you didn’t expect this would happen when she hired you.” “I’ve been through worse covering conflicts in the Middle East.” “Now I know where I saw you, Lupita chuckled, still filming. You’re from the Current Events Network. No matter what wars you’ve covered, you’re going to wish you didn’t take this job.”
By this time, Clara and Lupita were pros at tying up their former assailants and hanging them from the truck. “You’ll regret this! I’ll do an exposé on your gang.” “We’re already doing an exposé on you,” Lupita said, smacking her backside for emphasis. “Dayyyyum!” Kim Gales remarked, seeing the perfectly-proportioned woman being tied up next to her on the truck. Lupita then put on Mae’s tank top, lamenting that the pants were too big for her, and there was no way she was wearing superheroine tights.
This time there were only three women in the truck. With their three accomplices tied up, and Alma armed with a taser, the gang was now at a considerable advantage, provided the police didn’t stumble by. But this was a neighborhood even the police tended to avoid, so the chances of that were slim to none. Clara pushed Danita out of the way and picked Lilly, her assistant. Lilly was naked on top, her pendulous breasts jiggling as she stepped down from the truck. Below, she still had on her skirt and stockings. While Lupita filmed, Clara stripped these off of her, and put the skirt on herself, as none of the other women’s clothes would have fit her hips or waist, but the skirt had been damaged in the earlier scuffle, and was a size or two big, so it kept sliding down, and the cat on her panties seemed to be peering out from behind cover.
“Please don’t hurt me, I told her not to do this,” Lilly pleaded, her face blushing remarkably. Clara looked at her sympathetically, then down at her full-cut, old-fashioned white panties. “Do it, Clara,” Lupita demanded, and Clara reluctantly pulled the panties down. Without the high-waisted panties, Lilly’s belly flopped out, nearly covering the tangle of pubes below it. Lupita kept filming as Clara secured her ankles and wrists. “I think it’s time to sue the other side of the truck,” Lupita observed. It took all three of the girls to hoist Lilly up into position, and to protect her arms and shoulders, they looped another rope under her to help support her weight. The poor P.A. hadn't considered she might end up nude today, she hadn't even wanted this revenge scheme to happen. But here she was, hanging off a truck, her rolls of flesh, stretch marks, and unshaved armpits on display. The extremity of her embarrassment was partially because she was less conventionally beautiful than the starlets along for the ride with her. Sure, she didn't have a public personality to protect, but she had never wanted to be in the public eye. When people saw this, as she had no doubt they would, she was concerned that the media would treat it as five famous women and one random fat girl. She didn't want to be remembered for all time for this event.
Meanwhile, Clara was opening the truck again. She saw Danita cowering at the back, but where was the other wrestler? She found out as she got a boot to the face. Having stunned Clara, the third wrestler made a run for it. “You asked for this,” Alma said, aiming one of her tasers at the full backside presented before her.
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