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Part 2b. Primrose’s Ruinous Recital, Continued



*All characters are over 18 years old*


*I have taken generous liberties with this skit; I hope you enjoy it*


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Part 2b. Primrose’s Ruinous Recital, Continued


The conservatory was filled with warm sunshine on this glorious fall afternoon as Regina anxiously tried to get her, or rather, her daughter’s, recital back on schedule. Miles and Genevieve brought in additional chairs for the rest of Primrose’s posse and after a short delay, everyone was ready. A whisper came from behind the screen, “PSST, MOM…Mom, come here, please…” Regina stalked over and asked her daughter what was the matter. “Mom, I really don’t want to dance, sing, and recite poetry… I just want to be a student and hang with my pals.” Regina bent over and looked Primrose in the eye and hissed, “If you embarrass me today, if you do not deliver a stellar performance in ALL categories…, So help me young lady, I will haul you over my knee, and spank your bottom in front of everyone here!” Regina then rose, turned away on her heel, and strode to the front, noticing Al quickly walking away from the piano and back to his seat. Resplendent in her new suit, (and underwear), Regina regally addressed her guests; “We are so pleased everyone invited could attend today.” Regina beamed and smiled fawningly at Mr. Bastermats and her senior, Cordelia, Regina’s gloved hands clasped in genuine appreciation. The moment was interrupted by a yip from Pete the pup. Regina’s glared at the animal, then lightened her visage and added with syrupy, sycophantic, sweetness, “And I am also SOOO GLAD my darling Primrose’s little friends could attend as well!” Pete ‘wooffed’ in agreement, and everyone laughed. Regina fumed at being upstaged by this filthy canine, but she wore a convincing mask of kindness and laughed along.



After a moment, Regina continued, “Ladies, gentlemen, and …students,” My Primrose will begin with the classic song and dance number, Puttin' on The Ritz, made famous by Clark Gable, Fred Astair, Peter Boyle, Gene Wilder, and much later by a young man named ‘Taco,’ I am told. Without any further ado, I present Primrose Dubois!” Primrose came from behind the screen and stood front and center. She was dressed in a black satin camisole leotard, matching bow tie and top hat, an open coat with tails, tap heels, and a cane. The crowd clapped and Primrose bowed slightly and looked to her mother, taking a seat at the piano. “BRRRAAATTTPPPHHH!!” emanated loudly from beneath Regina. Completely shocked, She sprang back up on her heels, wondering what had happened. She looked first at her older audience, who were all wide-eyed, and open mouthed. Then she saw the sniggering, and heard the giggling, from the ad hoc student section. Mimic screeched, “The wind was broken…, AUK…somebody dropped one!” Regina scowled at the bird with a look that could singe its tail feathers, as she lifted the velvet bolster buffering the bench to reveal a deflated ‘Whoopee Cushion,’ mail-ordered from the back of a comic book. Regina, furious to hear more chuckling and tittering, now from the grown-ups, held the flattened pink, prank pillow with utter disdain between the fingers of her gloved hands and unceremoniously dropped it into the waste basket. “We will now resume the show,” she icily announced. When Regina re-took her seat at the piano, it was apparent her skirt had popped open at the top of its zippered closure. As to the position of the piano, neither of the VIPs, Ernest nor Cordelia could see the backside of Regina, but everyone else could see this show was certainly getting started just as Prim kicked off her number!



Primrose did a splendid job dancing, singing, and tap dancing. While the audience should have been completely absorbed with her, the derriere emerging from her mother’s skirt was just too mouthwateringly delicious to look away from. Batavia whispered to Henriette, “I told her over and over, a size nine was too small for her statuesq… uh well…or…rather Rubenesque figure!” “I know!” Henriette responded giggling, “She has been patronizing my patisserie most every day and I can’t wait to see how this plays out, but I am betting the cheesecake will win!” Regina’s skirt, pulled taught around her plump buttocks just could not keep its zip fastened. As it lowered, a near audible ‘click-by-click,’ announced the metal teeth parting under pressure. Regina’s straining short blouse was untucked from her skirt, so a divine ‘V’ of bare pink skin was presented to the appreciative audience. More of her creamy, top of her bare bottom, peeked into view as she tickled the ivories to the aroused delight of her male audience and the amused relish of her female watchers, happy to see the she-wolf unpinned and exposed. Everyone wondered the same thing, “Was she wearing panties?” This question remained unanswered for a moment longer. Just then, the slightest hint of her magnificent bottom cleavage appeared in the widening gap atop her skirt as Regina played on, oblivious, as the top of each cheek jiggled wonderfully atop the bench, when she banged the keys for emphasis, “Super Duper!”



Now, Al, the penultimate DA, employed his thick eye glasses to focus the abundant sunlight in the room, reflected and magnified by the many glass windows, on to the silver buttons securing Regina’s suit top. The first three got hot, smoldered their threads to the point of failure, and popped off, ‘tinking’ on the tiles discernably, but Regina never missed a beat. Al focused next on her fire-breathing-dragon hair clip, and it soon was superheated and popped off. Regina’s mass of red hair spilled down across her unbuttoned upper body. Regina felt her hair touch her silk-shirt-covered boobs and looked down to see her suit jacket inexplicitly wide open. Regina uttered a loud “GAH!” and was determined not to become yet another mum undone. She realized she was unable to control the devolving situ because after all, 'The show must go on.' She desperately thought about her open suit top, revealing her thin blouse atop her flimsy brassiere. “My points may be printing,” she worried, as she felt her nipples rock-hard rub the fabric. She still had no idea about her plump posterior performing its own pleasing presentation. She quickly tried to regain control the second Primrose rapped her cane on the stage in the final score, while people applauded. Regina interjected, “Well, that was…certainly…an amazing performance…Whew, it is awfully hot in here,…please excuse me…and Miles, fetch the champagne, and give everyone a pleasing refreshment.” Regina ducked behind the screen to compose herself and whispered, “Prim, move over and give me some more room…” Primrose piped back, “Mommie, I am not dressed, stop pushing!” The mother and daughter duo, both regrettably in desperate dishabille, hurriedly tried to composed themselves in the cramped area behind the screen. Both of their warm, full, bottoms delightfully pressing against each other's in this small changing area. Neither female had any idea the glass panels of the conservatory provided a complete reflective image behind said dressing screen, while Al licked his lips in anticipation as to what was to follow.