You Reap What You Sow (1987)

[FLP00]

YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW (1987)



Summer of 1987


"This case is ours. We're not going to lose the trial. It's impossible" said the attorney, very convicingly.

Her client seemed very relieved. She had meet Shirley a month ago and she didn't recall a single instance in which she seemed relaxed. It was safe to bet that a woman like Shirley could have heart attacks by the age of forty if she didn't learn to relax. She was 33 for now and, although her beauty and her long blonde hair made her look like Shelley Long's twin sister, the constant state of fear which she lived in took a lot of her attractiveness away. Sometimes Jane got tired of hearing Shirley's crying and complaining. It made her want to kick her ass and tell her to behave like a grown up woman.

But that's not a thing that attorneys usually tell to their clients. Not if they want to make money from them.

"But, I must warn you" said Jane, who was the same age than Shirley. "You gotta be more careful in the future. Shirl, you can't expect that somebody will save your ass everytime you hit somebody with your car."

"Oh, c'mon" said Shirley, almost yelling. "It was not my fault! That guy chose the worst moment possible to cross the road. Why am I supposed to pay for his mistakes?"

Uh, oh, here comes the little girl again, thought Jane. Thinking about what to reply to that, Jane shaked her head, taking her blonde hair away from her face. Hers was straigh, and very long, while Shirley's was a little curly and reached up to right under her shoulders. Shirley really looked alike to Shelley Long, especially when she appeared in that comedy in which she played a hooker.

Yes, Shirley was pretty, but so was Jane. And Jane was taller than her, although this was not a rarity; Jane stood 5ft10. She could almost feel how intimidated Shirley was because of her looks. And she liked that.
Three months earlier Shirley had hit a man while driving through one of the poorest parts of the city. It was true, according to witnesses, that the man didn't look carefully before crossing.

But that was because he was visually impaired.

On the other hand Shirley, thinking that it was all a set up in order to sue her -that was she said at first-, just ran away in her car, leaving the injured man on his own in the middle of the pavement. It was serious, although no life-threatening -a broken leg that required surgery, two broken ribs and a sprained neck. However, given his low income and Shirley's high income, a lot of people from the neighborhood took sides with the man, and everyone of them had been giving money to him. They wanted that the man had a good lawyer, thinking that he would just get screwed in court otherwise.

And they were right, Jane thought. Smart move. If the man had got a lawyer provided by the government the trial would have been a walk around the park for her.

Moreover, Shirley was topped by the police later that day and she was forced to exhale through the breathalyzer. The officers stated that Shirley's BAC was way over the limit. When Jane questioned about this, Shirley told her that it was because she had been eating liquor filled chocolates that morning. Obviously, Jane spoted her bullshit.

And that's why they were walking through that dangerous neighborhood now. Jane had explained to Shirley that, given the fact that she was DUI and that the victim had an strong defendant, they need to gather all the proofs that could make Shirley's supposed inocence more believable.

"That's what we're going to do" explained Jane. "I've brough my photocamera with me. We will take pics of the corner where you hit that man and..."

"I didn't hit him; he jumped in front of my car!" protested Shirley, nervous. Jane lifted her hand and showed the palm to her.

"Okay, where that man jumped in front of your car" she rectified. Jane looked at Shirley while walking; "You see... That turn that you took that day made your car face East."

Shirley didn't understand, and she let Jane know with a confused grin. "So?"

"So, since the accident happened at 8:20 AM and the weather was sunny, you had the sun blinding your sight. Right? So, how could you see him?"

"I... I think I get where you want to get to..." muttered Shirley, a bit surprised. Jane kept talking about it.

"Nobody can blame you for that! We're taking the pics to collect them as evidence."

They walked until they arrived to the aforementioned corner. It was a hot summer evening, with temperatures reaching even 95 degrees. Both women had left their jackets at Jane's desk. Shirley was dressed in a white satin shirt and a knee long blue slit skirt. On the other hand, Jane looked less elegant, but kind of casual; multi-colored floral shirt along with a gray d****d skirt. The sound of both women's stilettos was noticeable even at a considerable distance.

"Okay, here is it" said Jane, pulling her photocamera. Then, she looked at the pavement, which was in a very deteriorated state. "Oh, look at this! How are you supposed to brake your car in such a shitty road?" she took a pic of a basketball-sized hole. "And they say that you took this turn like at 30 MPH..."

"Well, I was in a hurry, and I..." Shirley started to say, defensively, but Jane showed her palm to her again.

"I said that that's what they say" she told Shirley, speaking slowly. Shirley seemed to understand again. "This pavement is a piece of evidence that benefit us" she added.

"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" said a male voice behind them.

Jane and Shirley turned around. The man that Shirley had hit with her car was there, standing on a couple of crutches, with a cast on his right leg. He was not alone; a fat woman in a floral dress was next to him. And next to both the injured man and the obese woman there was a huge black young man. He stood like 6ft4, maybe even 6ft5.

"What are you doing here?" said the fat woman. "My husband has been wronged enought by you two! And now you want to make him more miserable!"

She was yelling which, to Jane and Shirley's horror, attracted the attention of more people. Bystanders -most of them resident of the neighborhood- started to gather around. And the two women could see that the look on their eyes was ruthless and accusing. Jane and Shirley were in hostile territory there, and now they have been captured.
Jane understood that it was a serious situation, and she should remain calm. But then she remembered that she had Shirley with her, whose panick attacks would fuck up any strategy that she could think of. Jane could only hope that Shirley reacted by being unable to speak.

"We're just walking! Nothing wrong with that, right?" said Shirley, almost yelling. Yes, thought Jane. You just fucked it up. Congratulations, moron.

The big black man feigned surprise; "Oh... so you're just taking a walk around our modest neighborhood. Tell me; did you see something that sparked your interest around here?" He looked suspiciously at the camera; "Because I think you did."

"Enough" said Jane before Shirley could speak again. She tried to sound calm but assertive. To her horror, she discovered that she didn't sound neither calm nor assertive. The trio started to close the distance towards them, frightening both women.

"Look, we're just taking a walk around here" Jane told to the black man. Meanwhile six or seven neighbors had joined the show. Some of them were menacing-looking... and more of them were coming. This didn't look good for Jane and Shirley. "Since when is illegal to walk freely around here? We have the same right than you."

"My hubby has the right to justice" said the fat woman. A scream of acquiescence was heard behind the original trio. The number pf people surrounding Jane and Shirley was approaching twenty. And more people kept coming at them. Jane though of grabbing Shirley by her wrist, shoving the smallest person around them and fleeing from there. But she was afraid that if she did so and failed, the consequences for them could be harsher.

"Of course, no doubt of that" Jane said to the woman, trying to put a confident half-smile in her face. She put her hand on the fat woman's shoulder. "I'm defending this woman, yes. But never in expense of moral justice, and never in detriment of your husband's honor, which..."

"Put that hand out of me, you b*tch!" the fat woman screamed, grabbing Jane's arm and throwing it back to her.

"Ouch! That hurt!" said Jane, rubbing her shoulder with her hand.

"That's nothing compared with what I'll do to you if you keep bullshitting us." said the woman. Her eyes were severe, and Jane started to feel sheer terror, for real this time. Shirley was beyond that point already; she was shaking in fear and looking around desperately, most likely trying to find a friendly face. Somebody that would feel pity for them and speak against their lynching.

She didn't find any.

They found instead plenty of angry faces looking at them. It seemed like the whole neighborhood was there sourrounding them. Jane and Shirley were terrified, and nobody could help them now. The fat woman realized of this and smiled.

"Feeling scared, honey? Uh?" she shoved Jane. Hard. Jane stumbled backwards and collided whit a a man that could personify the average bricklayer. This same man placed his hands on Jane's back and shover her too. Meanwhile, a tough-looking teenager boy delivered a kick to Shirley's ass.

"Auch!" she complained. "Don't... don't do that again, please."

The boy answered to Shirley's pleading with another kick to her ass. The mob of people was closing the distance more and more. Jane and Shirley didn't know what these people were going to do with them. Both women could only shake, and that's what they did. The big black man smiled and turned around to face the crown.

"Hey, everybody! These are the wh*r* that almost killed Jake and her lawyer!" she shouted, having the crowd coming along with him. Seeing that, Jane and Shirley understood that there was no hope for them. "We should teach them a lesson, don't you think?"

"YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!" screamed the mob, and this was the most terryfing sound for both women, who were back-to-back, watching with wide open eyes in a frightened mask and with their hearts pounding on their chests how the mob closed the distance more and more until finally the first pairs of hands grabbed them...

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11:40 PM

The night had fallen long hours ago. Jane and Shirley were standing on the dark alley next to the corner where they were attacked by an angry mob of people six hours earlier. They were looking at the top of a street lamp. There were two items of clothing hanging from it, knotted around the lamp's top. They were skirts; one was a blue slit skirt and the other was a gray d****d skirt. Both skirts were wailing softly under the breeze at the top of the street lamp.

"We should get back home now" said Shirley. "My legs are freezing! Why don't we walk up to your car and we drive your home?"

"They took my car's keys too, you moron!" said Jane, enraged and forgetting all she knew about being professional. She didn't care about that right now. Both women were hiding in the darkness of the alley. They were both skirtless, having their legs exposed up to where their shirttails covered -which wasn't that much. In Shirley's case, the lack of her skirt exposed the lacy tops of her black stockings and, while her white shirttails covered most of her underwear, it couldn't cover the lower part of it. Shirley wore a pair of dark red panties whose front side was made of lace, through which her pubic hair was visible. The seat of Shirley's panties was made of shiny satin, with a bright red paisley pattern in printed on it.
On the other hand, Jane found herself in the same predicament, having only the shirttails of her flowery shirt to cover part of her underwear. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting black full cut panties whose leg apertures were made of wide bands of black lace. On top of that, she was wearing a black pantyhose. Besides the removal of their skirts, both women were unharmed.

"We should stop looking at our skirts" said Jane, saddened. "They're not going to get back down just because we stare at them. Let's deal with that."

"Yes, that's why I've spent the last two hours urging you to leave this alley" Shirley pointed out. "We cannot spend the rest of our lives here!"

"I know, I know" Jane hissed, looking around the street. "Just wait until there is nobody around."

"There hasn't been anoybody around for the last three hours!" claimed Shirley. "C'mon, let's go!"

"What about the car that passed half hour ago?" asked Jane. Shirley clenched her teeth, enraged.

"It was a police car, you dumbfuck!" she blurted out, enraged. "That cop could have helped us, but nooooo... You're too much of a prude to be seen in your underwear!"

"Don't remind me that!" Jane squealed. Then, she seemed to chill a bit. "We can use this attack to us in our favor during the trial." Jane looked at Shirley. "Quick! Give me my camera! I have an idea."

"They took your camera too! Remember?" said Shirley, angry. "They even used it to take a pic of my ass in underwear!"

"Oh" muttered Jane. Then, she looked at the street, while pulling her shirttails as low as she could. Shirley did the same. "Okay, we're going to leave. One... two... three!"

Both women got out of the alley, holding down their shirts and running away in short, pathetic steps. Somebody out there laughed at them.





The End.

[9302420]

it's good to see you writing more, and it looks to me that you're really getting into the details. nice work!

i noticed though that all your EUF stories revolve around just the loss of lower garments. ever considered just stripping them down to underwear fully?

[FLP00]

Originally Posted by 9302420

it's good to see you writing more, and it looks to me that you're really getting into the details. nice work!

i noticed though that all your EUF stories revolve around just the loss of lower garments. ever considered just stripping them down to underwear fully?

Thank you! I plan to write more of them.

That's the kind of EUF scene that I love the most. For me, there is something extremely sexy and at the same time humorous in a pretty woman that has lost her skirt or pants against her wishes and is embarrassed about it. But yes, I've considered to have stories involving women being left in bra and panties too. I have some ideas already and I'll write them in the future.

However, most of the time my stories will revolve around women losing their skirts or pants.

[PforPanchira]

I appreciate your style about the concept of only losing their skirt or pants.


how about stories of girls getting their Panties exposed like accidental up skirts? Not losing their skirt just accidentally flashing their Panties and getting embarrassed because of that.


We EUF lovers are kinda a fringe group I am glad that some one is writing for EUF,

[FLP00]

Originally Posted by PforPanchira

I appreciate your style about the concept of only losing their skirt or pants.


how about stories of girls getting their Panties exposed like accidental up skirts? Not losing their skirt just accidentally flashing their Panties and getting embarrassed because of that.


We EUF lovers are kinda a fringe group I am glad that some one is writing for EUF,

Upskirts are OK. I admit that I've neved flirted too much with the idea, so I may find them more fun than I expect them to be. They're a solid future possibility.

Now that you mention the fact that us EUF lovers are a minority... I've been thinking of creating a social group or some stuff like that for EUF fans to gather and share stories, pics, vids, artwork... things like those. Problem is, I don't know how many EUF lovers there are on this site that are active and do post/contribute. I wouldn't like to put the effort to do those things for nothing.

The pantsedgirls forum was a nice site for EUF topics, but it's been gone for a long time, and doesn't seem like somebody is bothering to create a new one.

[PforPanchira]

Originally Posted by FLP00

I've been thinking of creating a social group or some stuff like that for EUF fans to gather and share stories, pics, vids, artwork... things like those. Problem is, I don't know how many EUF lovers there are on this site that are active and do post/contribute. I wouldn't like to put the effort to do those things for nothing.

Thats what holding me back from making additional stories I am not sure if anyone will like my new story.

But since you have done a couple I guess you might might be interested with some of my concepts so I will definitely write some short stories as well.

[jm6379]

Go for it guys. If you don't start your group you will never know.

For your future stories if there is any artifice involved like padded panties or the rug not matching curtain I'd like to put it on my blog with your permission?

I personally prefer padded bra ENF but similarly to you EUF fans, there aren't all that many of us around.

That said though, the response to the blog has been pretty encouraging and a few members have been kindly giving me their moral support.

[FLP00]

Thats what holding me back from making additional stories I am not sure if anyone will like my new story.

But since you have done a couple I guess you might might be interested with some of my concepts so I will definitely write some short stories as well.

Users thanking a post is a sign of positive reaction, IMO. So I'd dare to state that those stories are liked.

I'm sure that there are plenty of EUF fans around, but most of them aren't posting -heck, I used to be one of those in the past!- mostly because of shyness to participate. That's what causes the 'no feedback' feeling. Because of that, I've been thinking on creating an EUF social group.

Go for it guys. If you don't start your group you will never know.

For your future stories if there is any artifice involved like padded panties or the rug not matching curtain I'd like to put it on my blog with your permission?

I personally prefer padded bra ENF but similarly to you EUF fans, there aren't all that many of us around.

That said though, the response to the blog has been pretty encouraging and a few members have been kindly giving me their moral support.

Thanks for your encouraging words. I've even been thinking on creating one of these free forums. Not sure if I'll do for now, as I imagine forum moderation to be quite time consuming...

Well, I'm not really into the padded bras and panties stuff, so it's not likely I'll write something on those lines. However, if you feel like wanting to post one of my stories in your blog, just PM me and we'll talk about it.

English is not my first language so I'm not sure, but I guess that 'the rug doesn't match the curtains' refers to the woman's hairy places... am I right?
In such case, despite not having nudity in my stories, the rug not matching the curtains is something that definitely will appear -thanks to see thru underwear, mostly. Again, in case you'd like to post one of those in your blog, just PM me.

[carbilz]

Keep it going.....