PART 32
Then all at once – hope! Glamour Girl had hauled the rope back up on to the roof. Stephanie may have been impractical about most things in life, but one thing she did know about was ropes. She’d learned early on that passionate nights with the eager young men she dragged back to her flat were a lot more satisfying, and lasted much longer, if she tied the male to her bed first. There was no ‘Wham, Bam, Thank-you Ma’am’ with the rampant young Stephanie.
So while Glamour Girl deliberately prolonged her misery as she crouched down on the roof, Stephanie furtively tied the end of the rope into a large noose.
Glamour Girl finally removed the splinter, and Stephanie stood up slowly, ruefully rubbing her behind. She watched intently as the self-important beauty wandered round, looking for the necklace, smirking all the while. At last, she absent-mindedly stepped into the noose, and Stephanie saw her chance. She pulled the rope tight, and the startled Glamour Girl looked down to see her ankles securely tied together.
‘What the…’
‘Careful, Glamour Girl, you’re very near the edge’, yelled Stephanie, feigning concern for her obnoxious rival, and running over to the confused superheroine to ‘help’, she knocked the busty bimbo backwards.
One moment before, the smug Glamour Girl had been standing truimphantly, if demurely attired in Paula’s frumpy skirt. Now she found herself hanging upside down at the side of the summer-house, her hands almost touching the ground, her long skirt now hanging over her face, with the short skirt of ‘The Man Magnet’ now covering her breasts.
The yelling Glamour Girl did not really need to pull Paula’s skirt from over her eyes to confirm what she already knew – she was hanging upside down with her brief white silk panties completely on display. She had taken such great trouble to protect her modesty and dignity when getting on to the roof in the first place. And now she was in the most undignified position imaginable.
There were sniggers from the pressmen, barely concealed laughter from Paula and Amanda Cox, and cheers of victorious delight from the smirking Stephanie, who looked down at the dangling damsel with glee.
‘Do something!’, snarled the helpless Glamour Girl to Paula, mortified at being exposed like this by that little brat in front of all these people.
Paula was even able to forget about her own embarrassing display of her raunchy underwear as she approached the fuming crime-fighter. “Dignity is very important for my image”, Glamour Girl had pompously pronounced only minutes earlier, before stripping Paula of her dignity and her skirt. How wonderful, then, it was, thought Paula, to see the snooty superheroine so completely stripped of her dignity so soon afterwards.
‘Get me down from here!’, snapped Glamour Girl.
‘Maybe I can help’ volunteered Stephanie, from above.
‘I doubt it’, snapped Glamour Girl in reply.
‘If I throw you the other rope down, then maybe you can haul yourself back on to the roof’.
This was actually not a bad idea, and Glamour Girl very briefly wondered if the b*tchy Stephanie was indeed trying to help her out of this predicament.
She ought to have known better. Stephanie took the second rope and dangled it over the side, but deliberately ensured that it only reached as far as Glamour Girl’s exposed stomach. She felt the cold hook on her skin, and looked up to see Stephanie delicately pull it up slightly, so that the hook snagged on the waistband of Glamour Girl’s pretty white panties.
The sheer horror of the situation dawned on her. Her silk panties may have been very brief, and displayed to the whole leering world, but they also represented her last vestige of dignity. She couldn’t allow herself to be publicly de-pantied by this obnoxious little sl*t.
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