Thread: [Fictional Stories - ENF] Primrose Has Her Cake
View Single Post
  #6  
Old 10-12-2017, 12:26 PM
tomb125's Avatar
tomb125 tomb125 is offline
Member
 
Join Date: Oct 2005
Posts: 79
Thanks: 27
Thanked 248 Times in 87 Posts
Default Primrose Has Her Cake, Part 2 of 3

The Mark Hotel, Bastermats Annual Holiday Gala, Saturday evening

At the hotel, a teenage valet held the door open for Primrose and helped her out. Like the driver earlier, he thought he heard the noise of a splitting seam as Primrose rose to her feet. He didn’t notice anything amiss with this beautiful lady’s dress so he remained silent. She told the boy haughtily “since all gratuities are included in the banquet package I prepared, I am forgoing your tip”. Curbing his anger, he politely answered “yes ma’am” and went about parking her car. As he climbed behind the wheel, he wished just once these puffed-up females would get their comeuppance. Luckily for him, he would see it happen tonight!

Primrose turned many heads as she clicked loudly, strolling through the entrance doors. In the lobby was a fountain with the statue of a seated boy splashing with a small frog on his knee. The frog was spraying water intermittently onto the laughing boy. “Humph” she critiqued under her breath, “lousy neo-classical tripe. What that kid needs is a spanking.”

She continued into the ballroom where cocktails were being served. She popped two bonbons in her mouth and ordered a manhattan before sidling alongside Edward French who was talking with Annie. ‘Oh Eddie, isn’t this party my assistant Annie helped me put together wonderful?” Edward quickly reminded Primrose Annie was the deputy operations VP, not just an “admin”. He said they were talking about a new product line. Primrose stole him away with “oh now, it is not the time to talk about business” “We are here to celebrate”. As she took his hand, Primrose took too-big of a step toward the bar. She did not hear the “rrrrzrzr” of the rear vent seam ripping from hem three inches upward. Edward wasn’t sure but he believed he saw the dark welts of stocking tops peeking out of Primrose’s elongated rear vent as she led him along.

Cocktail hour and dinner went on with Primrose dominating Edward’s attention in spite of his wife nearby. Primrose also took the opportunity to belittle several “underlings” as well as make cutting remarks about rival executives. She showering the company president, Mr. Bastermats with platitudes and took every opportunity to promote her achievements this year. It was now dinner time and everyone took their seats. While the employees and families sat at tables around the ballroom, the VPs all sat together on a raised central stage. As dinner ended, Primrose felt pretty unfastened as she downed three more manhattans as as well as dinner wine and polished off a prime rib dinner...

At the break after dinner, Primrose preparing to rise, looked over and noticed the dress seam along her right side had split open about four inches along her hip exposing pink skin bisected by the lacy strap of her panties. Flushing, she used her napkin as cover, rose quickly and made her way to the ladies room lounge. Fortunately, the attendant there had a safety pin and Primrose was able to pin the dress back together hiding her hip for now. She tried to adjust her panties too as they had wedged themselves uncomfortably into her ass. While she did manage to extract the silky fabric from her bottom, in doing so, she inadvertently broke the elastic of the fragile panties.

Taking the podium atop the raised stage centered in the large ballroom, Primrose looked like a pink empress at nearly six feet in her heels. She tapped the mic to get attention and began “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for coming to this lovely banquet I prepared for our company this year.” “We are ready to recognize the efforts of all you worker bees out there and present some lovely plaques to a select few”. On and on she droned as the VPs winced each time she inflated herself and diminished all others save the company president, the elderly Mr. Bastermats. Her remarks angered the audience. Primrose tried to act not totally bored presenting two dozen awards for employees who worked very hard for this recognition. She mispronounced every other name because she neither cared nor thought it important to show any respect to these subordinates.

Awards presented, Primrose called for Annie to bring out the amazing cake as the lights dimmed. Then, the bright spots came up on the stage illuminating the cake. It was an enormous four-layered creation with velvet chocolate mousse, sponge cake, covered with pink cream frosting and dozens of candy roses. Atop it were three dozen glowing tiny candles. Next to the cake was the yearly statuette for top manager hidden beneath a velvet cloth for the formal unveiling. Primrose noticed how hot the stage had become and felt a bead of sweat trickle down her back. Distracted, she stammered while trying to describe the fantastic year the company enjoyed. “As you all must understand, I have been fortu..ooooohh….” “excuse me”. Primrose faltered alarmingly as her panties started slowly creeping down her hips. She could feel the fabric of her tight dress against her now-bare bottom where her panties should be. She awkwardly crossed her legs, pressed together, as she tried to continue. Her forehead beaded with perspiration as she racked her brain as to how she would fix this in public. As Primrose resumed her speech explaining the metrics to measure their record breaking year, “To be sure, it was the leadership. and... ‘PING’! suppppooorrrt…” Prim spluttered. The high-waist belt beneath her décolleté abruptly popped open and dropped to the floor, its buckle clattering noisily drawing titters from the crowd. “Whaaa…??” she exclaimed, looking dumbfounded down at her belt. Primrose automatically began to bend over to retrieve her belt when she heard (as did some astute folks in the front row) a series of “POP-POP-POPS” then felt an awful loosening of her bustier. She felt her face grow hot as she sensed the new strains her dress was now under. She bolted upright so fast she popped the safety pin and split the side of her dress open although only the VPs on the far side saw her flesh come into view. The bisecting panty string was no longer visible as it was now flying at “half-mast” with the rest of her miniscule underpants! The flummoxed Primrose brought her speech to an abrupt ending as she screamed to herself “I have to get out of here now!”

Just as she was ready to turn the ceremony over, Primrose did not see the cake cutter Annie was to have placed on the small table near the cake for Mr. Bastermats to cut the cake with. “Why was Annie always forgetting the details?” Primrose then heard some more snickering in the front row and wondered if something was wrong. One girl was pointing at her neckline. She glanced down and noticed her right breast was rising above her dress with its pink areole in plain sight. Her eyes widened comically as she stared down mouth agape at her chest now moist with sweat. She noticed her blush spreading across her bosom. “Hold on… please” she whimpered to herself. Gasping, she spun quickly around to the VPs seated behind her and made the neckline correction while whispering loudly to Annie, “where is the damned cake knife?” Annie scuttled forward with the knife noticing up close Prim’s impending disaster. She started laughing on her way back to her seat. “Now, please welcome your president, Mr. Earl E. Bastermats” Primrose rattled, so anxious to get off stage. “Sir, if you would quickly take your place for your closing remarks, the statues reveal, and finally cut the cake” The old man was taking forever climbing the stairs onto the stage. “Will you please get up here now?” Primrose exclaimed, too loudly. Thanks to the excellent sound system everyone heard her except the deaf Mr. Bastermats. Peals of laughter resonated following her last remark as the audience understood Primrose was desperate to get out of the spotlights.

Without warning, the overtaxed and already torn vent seam on the rear of Primrose’s straining dress split loudly “RRRRIIPP” from the hem to just below her barely-pantied bottom. The VPs including Annie giggled when they saw Primrose’s predicament. “Aaaahhh...” Primrose quickly shot her hand back and felt her behind. She craned her head around to confirm the damage. She had to run. The audience knew Primrose was having another wardrobe malfunction because she had one hand over her bottom and was looking at her rear as well as the grinning VPs. As the audience began guffawing, the red-faced Primrose sputtered “damn it all”. Those “morons’ seated behind her had a view of her beautiful legs as well as her stocking tops and garters. The blushing Primrose quickly took to her heels and clicked back to her seat with her hands covering her rear, careful not to flash the audience. As she hurriedly sat, she heard “ZRRRAAAZZ” as the rear seam split still further. The leather chair cover chilled the bare skin of the backs of her thighs where her stockings ended. The chortling VPs could barely contain themselves and certainly were not anxious to help her. Primrose blushed furiously as she tried to think of a way out of this situation. As she squirmed in her seat, she thought “maybe Annie could fetch me a coat?” Just then, Mr. Bastermats called all the other VPs up to help him cut the cake. Primrose breathed a sigh of relief as the VPs moved forward and gathered around the cake. This was her chance to slip out through the curtain behind the stage. Just as she was rising to bolt to the rear, her hopes evaporated when Mr. Bastermats announced over microphone “I would be especially honored for Mrs. Primrose DuBois to join me at my side and share in this glorious reveal”. What a reveal followed!
Reply With Quote
The Following User Says Thank You to tomb125 For This Useful Post: