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Lacking Beginner's Luck, the Dubois Duo are Denuded


*All characters are over 18 years old*

*I have taken generous liberties with this skit; I hope you enjoy it. I also want to credit A. Karsh and two unknown authors, from years ago, who made their cut at this classic. I employed some of their specific ideas here*

(1) "Beginner's Luck" | Little Rascals Shorts | FULL EPISODE - YouTube


Part Three, Fin


Dominique Ended the Show


Regina heard the roar of the crowd and looked away from Primrose, stripped to her smallclothes, to see what further havoc her hook had wrought. Still on her knees and with her efforts resulting in her being pulled halfway on stage through the curtain, she blinked in bewilderment to see the MILFy Mildred Bushyberry, naked and depilated, scampering up the center aisle with her plump cheeks, reddened by her own rhythm section, wobbling wondrously. The mean dean sneered, “Well, SHE got her just desserts! Serves the fat cow right, trying to be such a sexy fake.” Overhearing Regina, her mother Dominque peered at the unsecured hook dangling directly between her daughter’s parted legs. Stooped forward, Regina’s pencil dress was hiked up to flash her big pantied bottom bulging beneath her straining girdle. The shaper clenched across the top of her rump; the rear garter straps tightly fastened to her visible stocking tops. Mother quipped, “She should hardly talk! This heffer has been on a hiatus from her diet for months.” Then, with a flash of inspiration, Dominique smiled broadly, winked at the MC, and moved to the rail of the fly system used to operate the curtains. Dominique yelled, “Here’s where we stop the show!”


With a maniacal laugh, she hoisted the curtain skyward, its hook caught in the back of Regina’s dress. Sensing something was up, Regina glanced back and saw to her horror what was happening. She was being summarily separated from her designer attire. The lower front of her dress split open as buttons bounced off the stage right before her warming face, staring incredulously at her undoing. Her slip next debuted, while Regina struggled to hold her outfit together. Still on her knees, she shouted, “Hey! What the…, WHAA?? STOP! I’m caught here! Stop raising the curtain!” She shrieked as her gown was hauled up behind her and over her hips. Her efforts against the curtain’s counterweight mechanism were hopeless, and she felt her rich raiment raised from her waist, chest, and pulled over her head, and right off. Her beret remarkably remained in place. Regina stared skyward at her ruined dress, hanging from the raised curtain, then wide-eyed out at the rollicking audience. A silly look crossed her face as she screamed to herself, “How was she, a pillar of Puttyville, now in front of a full house of amused onlookers in only her new underwear? Expensive lingerie specially designed to contain her substantial curves… curves she now had, because she ignored her diet and exercise regimen!” Her secret was being slowly and literally revealed tonight. Suddenly jolted back to reality because at this moment, Al Roper, deviously directing the orchestra, kicked off another MGM fav, The Stripper, by David Rose & his Orchestra, as the crowd began clapping along.


Determined to stop her public humiliation and unplanned unveiling as tonight’s burlesque doll, Regina, in her slip, sprang to retrieve her clothing. She hopped up and down in her heels with her back to the crowd, her dress just out of reach. Under the strong stage lights, her sheer slip was quite transparent. As she bounced up and down, her hips wiggled against the tight fabric and it snagged on her girdle’s suspender straps. Along with her visible panty line and her printing brassiere, these little ridges and bumps ensured there was not a soft member among the males seated in the first five rows! Finally, Regina grasped her gown and pulled it down. As she looked at it, she realized it was ruined, all the buttons were scattered around her feet. She clutched it to her front, staring at the now-laughing spectators, as Dominique dropped the curtain too far down, directly on her daughter. Regina fell, buried in darkness beneath yards of heavy dark velvet. Struggling to extricate herself, the disoriented Regina low crawled toward the light and wriggled right out of her slip. As she pulled the last folds of the d****s from her flushed face, and crawled out on the theater side of the curtain, she was reduced to her sturdy brassiere (barely supporting her bouncing bounty), her high-waisted girdle, full-cut panties, silk stockings, and too-high heels. Primrose turned and taunted her, as camera flashes exploded from across the theater, “WOW, Mom… new undies? Tell me, are they making you feel more confident right about NOW??” Regina hissed her reply, “OF COURSE NOT, I’M MORTIFIED. No one was supposed to see them!”


Regina spun around and tunneled back through the heap of crumpled fabric for shelter backstage. Her mother raised the curtain again, and the heinous hook caught the back of Regina’s underpants. Dominique asked Rupert, “Let’s see how many curtain calls this cow will take, shall we?” Now the MC joined her to help hauled the curtain up a second time. As it rose to reveal Regina crawling for cover, her eyes popped open wide as she felt her panties wedge deeply into her full fanny. “OH NO! I’m caught again! MY PANTIES! Let me down,” Regina wailed as her heels left the floor. She was hauled upward center stage by her briefs. Regina howled for help as she hung, nearly bent double, and slowly oscillating in front of the laughing patrons in her fancy unmentionables. “Ow…Owie...OUCH, AAhh…haaa…oohhh…My ASS!” Her mother quickly tied off the line and joined the MC to watch the rest of the show. The dis-dressed dean dangled open-mouthed, screaming for help, her heels kicking the air, her beefy booty high, as her Grand Tetons strained her durable dumpling holder to its breaking point.



Miles Rose to the Occasion



Primrose looked up over her shoulder, happy for once to not be the sole focus of the crowd’s bawdy mirth. Her jaw dropped when she saw her mother suspended by her panties. Likewise, Miles, stared from the wings at both his bethonged girlfriend hiding behind her small shield, and her full-figured mother spinning in her shapewear while getting the wedgie of a lifetime, decided to act. He rushed up, crouched down, and grabbed his girlfriend. Startled, Primrose turned to face him, and clutched at his sleeve, ripping his shirt. Miles deftly but inadvertently popped open her bra strap and fumbling with the delicate garment, quite off Prim’s puppies, pushed his paper pants to her face where she immediately detected his erection. Prim yelled, “MILES!! You nincompoop! The only thing you’re good for is removing my clothing! Look at mother, help her first.” “I can’t go out there now, “he protested, “I’m hard as a rock!” “Get going, you idiot!” she shouted. He grabbed the pole and lunged for the 1950’s Pin-Up piñata Regina had become.


Regina was shouting so loudly; the crowd could hear everything. Even ridiculously suspended in her underwear before the whole theater, she still tried to maintain control. "You on the lights! Get them out of my eyes. Lower those spots this instant. I will not be made into a spectacle." Smirking, the light operator did just as she demanded. First, he lowered one spotlight so it was out of her eyes, and focused right on her ample bustline, bursting from her bullet bra. The other, he lowered just a bit further, and illuminated her girdled hips, stocking-clad gams, and her panties pulled far into her plump buttocks.


Reg yipped at the approaching Miles, feeling herself suddenly drop a foot. Her panties had ripped free but the hook was now caught on her girdle. She began bossing the boy as he waved the pole near her up-ended privates. “Be careful…carefully…AAAHHHGGG !!” His first thrust of the pole to detach his doubled-over dean, went right up through the open bottom of her girdle and out its top, along her back. It neatly released the 4-closure backstrap of her brassiere. She gawked at the hook, inches before her blushing face, holding her detached and still warm upper foundation. Alarmed, her moist unfettered hangers quivered in the cool air. “aaaAHH! What happened? My b-boob-boobies are out!” she cried clapping a hand atop each peak, capped by a hardening nipple. Miles saw what he had just done, and quickly pulled the pole out of Regina’s girdle but the hook caught her shredded underpants and hauled them off her big bum. “Whaa? I feel a breeze… GAAH... MY ASS IS EXPOSED!! Everyone is looking at my heinie,” Regina screeched. She slowly revolved above the stage, mooning everyone while clutching her huge hooters and clenching her chafed cleft. She kicked her stockinged legs in frustration, then lost a heel, as a large bead of sweat glided down her back and disappeared into her crack. Bent over, bare-bottomed, with her tits out, and blood rushing to her head, Regina’s face was the color of an eggplant. She felt her shapewear began to fail with a “pop..Pop..POPPING” sound, revealing the rest of her Rubenesque figure. She shrieked at Miles. “You idiot! Look what you have done! My Ass! Everyone can see my ass! Get me off this hook. GET ME OFF RIGHT NOW! DO YOU HEAR ME YOUNG MAN? GET ME OFF this instant!!


“Okay, okay! I’ll try again,” Miles shouted back while Regina continued to scream. Al ran up and said, “You need to cover this pole, so you don’t hurt Ms. Dubois. He then capped the pointed hook with a hot pink foam saxophone mute he borrowed from a girl in the orchestra. Thus sheathed, Mile thrust his pole directly between Regina’s derrière’s deliciously divided juicy double, and began inappropriately probing his department head. The delirious dean gulped air like a goldfish, as the ersatz phallus pressed home. Everyone watched in stunned silence as Miles enthused his muse, further chafing her sweet folds framed by her ripe tushy cheeks, her garter straps dimpling her backside, and her panties stretched between her thighs. Pierced by the prosthetic penis, Reg’s eyes rolled back in her head as she gurgled and began tweaking a nipple capable of cutting a diamond, while massaging her mound of Venus. Al chuckled from the pit, “Well, she DID say to GET HER OFF…”



Regina Stuck Her Landing



With waves of humiliation and pleasure overwhelming her, the penetrated provost began to see red, as her fingers feverously worked their magic. Regina squealed like a snared vixen, and began bucking her hips wildly in the air, on the cusp of the most explosive orgasm she ever had experienced. At this exact moment however, the hook tore through her girdle and she crashed down atop Miles. Her head cleared as she once again was robbed of an earth-moving release. Regina’s formidable figure knocked Miles right over, ripping off the last of his paper costume, leaving him completely naked save for his socks and high tops. The denuded provost found herself astride the supine school senior, his raging rod riding right between her plump butt cheeks recently liberated from her painful wedgie. Aghast at her situation, Regina threw herself forward, grabbing Miles by his shoulders, and crushing his startled face with her warm naked pillows. She was literally smothering the young man with her ripe melons while he motorboated with much more than a mouthful. Miles, after enjoying a few more yummy nibbles at those amazing nipples, heard the house tittering and realized he was naked on stage. He pushed Regina off and scrambled to his feet. Regina rolled over on her back and tried to pull what remained of her panties up, bulging her bosoms toward the hot spots glaring from above. The blushing knock-kneed student clutched his hands to his throbbing member and turned to flee, but stepping on several buttons from Regina’s dress, he comically tripped and fell directly atop her.


Now astride his schools dis-dressed Dean who was futilely slapping away his sausage bouncing on her girdled tummy, Miles sat upright. Then at the most inopportune time, Regina upthrust her hips, continuing to try and pull her shorn panties back up over her bushy scarlet sn*tch, triggering Miles to begin sliding down her angled torso. Regina stared cross-eyed as his pulsating pole bisected her magnificent creamy mounds. She looked to the side to see the cameras snapping and understood, she was reenacting a rude posture pictured in the pages of plastic wrapped magazines behind the drug counter. Regina’s mouth formed the perfect ‘O’ while Miles, still trying to extricate himself from this fabulous fail, slid down Regina’s sweat-sheened chest. He gasped as his tumescent tube-snake pushed between her opened lips and transversed her teeth. The astonished head-giving-head, stared cross-eyed at the wide wiener she was publicly devouring, as Miles looked at Prim hopelessly. He then met Reg’s saucer-sized gaze for a moment before a screech shattered this man-eating moment. Primrose cried “MILES!!! What are you doing back there!... With my MOM?????!!” Camera’s continued to flash as WENF zoomed in for what was to be the ‘money shot’ of the millennium, but it was not to be. Miles mercifully managed to not frost Regina’s face and pulled right out as he had been taught to do. The naked athlete sprang to his sneaks and gripping his enormous erect manhood, knocked over the advertisement placards stage right. He bolted through the backstage fire door and out into the alley, naked as a jay bird. His problems had just begun as he was a full three miles from home with a persistent hard-on, in only his court shoes.



Regina is Ruined Onstage



Regina in only girdle and stockings squatted awkwardly on one heel in shame, cupping each massive mammary while her ruby-tufted nether split winked at the hooting viewers. She screamed, “Lower the Curtain, LOWER THE CURTAIN!” and snapped her hands over her hoochie. Although her beret was still pinned on, much of her luscious strawberry hair had come undone and hung in red tendrils around her face, adding to her humiliated hue. “SOMEONE HELP ME!!” Regina barked backstage.


Dusty darted out pushing one of the damaged ad placards in front of the howling Regina. His choice could not have been better as this broken board was and advertisement for the local White Dog Café, and carried the venue’s trademark, a big dog sitting on its haunches. With the top of the placard depicting the canine’s head broken off, Regina’s bewildered tomato-red visage served as a riotous understudy. The assembly exploded at the spectacle Regina had become. Even Primrose, still cowering topless in only her tiny thong, looked over her shoulder and laughed at the scene her mongrel-of-a-mother was made into. She thought, “How apropos!” The beret-topped b*tch gawked out at the laughing crowd as she formed the ridiculous red face of this bi-fold. Dusty then moved to Primrose and helped her exit stage left with some dignity by trying to stand in front of her. At the curtain though, she got ahead of him and flashed her full and tightly thonged tush to everyone as she scampered away, kicking the Vaudeville hook-pole back into the live floor light socket.


The re-energized pole was currently something of a lightning rod between Regina’s splayed thighs. Her eyes flashed with disbelief as she felt the circuit closed with her cunny. She yowled like a hound as her electric orgasm began, the placard tipping over and falling flat. Blue bolts of St. Elmo’s fire played from the pole, to her clit ring, the metal in her girdle, the bars in her teats, bracelets, necklace, and earrings, and finally her hair clips and the pins holding her beret in place. Regina plopped back on her duff with an unladylike grunt as she discovered the pole had a T-handle, and well, you can guess where this was implanted. With a tremor shaking her entire torso, Regina experienced her most tit-waving and earth’s-axis-shifting orgasm, on Puttyville’s center stage, literally blowing her mind. As she bayed in a humiliating climax, she bounced her baking buns on the hot pole handle and wagged her naked knockers in syncopated sways, her glistening nipple bars circled in the spots, looking like a common stripper’s pasties. A loud crackle then sounded, followed by a blinding flash and a puff of smoke, temporarily obscuring our b*tch in heat. As a hush fell across the ozone-filled theater, Regina stared skyward to see her beret and her flaming girdle flung toward the rafters. The mute popped from her sopping snookie, flying far into the audience as her stockings were burned off her splayed legs to just tatters about her ankles. She squealed and stroked her slickened and now-smooth maidenhead in denial, grasping that her gorgeous red bush had been completely scorched off. Regina’s smoking hair comically stood on end, as she stared out, shaking with denial. With a loud ‘PLOP’ her smoldering girdle slapped down directly on her head, sealing itself to her scalp as it cooled, the two remaining garter straps hanging down past her ears on either side of her head. “OOOhhhh hot-HOT… oh oooowie OWIE!!” Literally hot-to-trot, Reg got to her knees and furiously fanned her glowing jewelry with a playbill, as the superheated nether pieces felt very vexatious. Genuinely concerned, Rupert grabbed the old class-C fire extinguisher backstage, and rushed to quench Regina’s fires. Being neglected and nearly empty, the canister merely belched and comically sprayed a few quarts of creamy white goo all over her face and tits. With a scream that did shatter some glass in the front row, Regina waved her hands in front of her frosted face and splattered shoulder boulders, looking less like a dean of students and more like an over-sized, sperm-soaked spaniel. She began to shuffle off stage on her knees, but stumbled and fell flat on her face. With her schmaltzy slammers squashed to the floor, Regina pulled her knees up, elevating her punished patootie. Everyone saw her globes were seared, bouncing up and down against the scorching pole. It had comically branded two large # patterns, one centered on each of her smoking dumplings, trembling in the limelight.


Puttyville’s airwaves crackled with the likes of:


#OneSmokinHotAss

“Ms. Bushyberry is not our only teach with a hot ass with a tramp stamp.

“Don’t forget, film at eleven!


Ushers finally helped Regina off stage, and she hobbled toward the medical team just on the scene. The orderlies positioned the barefoot Regina on her belly with a soft pillow under her hips. A thin sheet was d****d over her backside, but when she pulled it up to hide her side boob, her charred globes were exposed, jiggling delightfully. Her clit ring glistened from her pussy peeking from her upthrust crimson backside, and just above, jutted the pole’s T-handle, unsoldered by the current, firmly plugging the provost. What remained of her glamorous red locks were only creamy ropes, hanging beneath her molten girdle, now resembling a period swimming cap, fused to her vermillion noggin. She blubbered through her foamed face, to the approaching reporter from WENF, followed closely by the camera crew, “DON’T LOOK AT ME! I… I was stripped of my beautiful dress, everyone…saw my secret undies, and then that miscreant Miles ripped off my bra and pulled my panties down on stage, and then…sob! I devoured his manhood in front of everyone, more sobs…and THEN I cummed a gusher right there, onstage in front of the whole town!” She implored on camera, “How in the world could this EVER happen?”


Al then answered from the pit, “BEGINNER’S LUCK of course!” He, Rupert, and Dominique got on stage and took a bow to thunderous applause. Regina exploded into tears as she was wheeled away, fanny first, up the aisle.



Epilogue



Ms. Bushyberry clicked on her heels, naked and chilly, along the rainy streets, trying to cover all her wobbling naughty bits with futility, as well as her bald head. She ran to the theater carpark, but sadly found her car locked. She spent the rest of the evening squealing in embarrassment and dodging for cover amongst the wet vehicles, when dozens of departing theater-goers discovered her.


Primrose wrapped in her cloak, ducked in, and told the MC to give Dusty all her winnings, and she went to look for her buck-naked boyfriend.


The naked Miles did make it home, but then found himself across the lap of his mother Alexandra, getting a rather severe spanking in front of his sister Genevieve, as well as numerous female cousins and neighbors, all over for ‘Movie Night.’ He gasped to feel his boner firmly pinched between his mother’s nylon-sheathed thighs as the girls enjoyed their popcorn and laughed at his embarrassing nude admonishment.


Dusty was able to buy his guitar and with it proved very successful as an amateur musician. He played frequently at open mic nights around town.


Regina, after arriving at the hospital, was sadly informed removing her rubberized girdle stuck to her scalp, would require her to lose ALL her beautiful red hair. The scorch marks on her plush money-maker would be months healing, and her shock-shaven snapper would be bald for a year! Despite the numerous humiliations heaped on her tonight, I’m convinced Regina Dubois will again try to push her daughter into doing something silly, only to bask in the attention sure to follow.


‘Forward, into the past’ or ‘Back to the Future!’ depending on your age.


Cheers, tomb125!