PART 2
'Glamour Girl' turned to the tree. The cat was not very high up, and the branches were thick and plentiful. This would be easy. With an athletic bound, 'Glamour Girl' leapt, grabbed a branch, and began to haul herself on to it. Kneeling on the branch, with her back to the crowd, she leant forward and grabbed the cat. As she did so, the audience gasped to see that the tights and briefs had apparently split up the back, and 'Glamour Girl' was unwittingly giving everyone a clear, back view of her own juicy pink slit. Still leaning forward, clutching the cat, she turned her head round and smiled for the photographers.
'Are you getting this boys?', she shouted, as the photographers began to gleefully snap away. PussyWhip, and the invisible Bionic Bimbo, were in stitches, as Paula tried to attract her employer's attention.
'Not now, you idiot', barked the unsuspecting 'Glamour Girl', adjusting herself slightly, vainly making sure her ass was displayed prominently for the press, unaware that she was giving an even better view of her naked rear-end and succulent pussy-lips.
'Make sure you get a good close-up of the pussy', she shouted, oblivious to the sniggers that emanated from the audience. 'Would you like me to give it a stroke?'
She stroked her hand through the fur, then turned to face the clicking cameras again.
'Yugh! It's a bit smelly actually', she said, continuing to wiggle her exposed bottom and pussy. The cat was rather mangy, and under-nourished looking. 'What it needs is a good wash and something hot inside it' she announced.
This was too much. The roars of laughter rang round her, and 'Glamour Girl' began to suspect that something was amiss. She looked down to see Paula frantically pointing to her own bottom. 'Glamour Girl' tentatively put one hand behind her, and was mortified to feel her bare ass where she supposed her briefs to be.
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