Remote Michief (2001)

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REMOTE MICHIEF


October of 2001


Barry entered into the store with the hope of finding some nice second-hand devices to buy. He had developed the habit not too long ago and since then he visited the store once or twice in a month. It was unbelievable how much one could benefit from buying perfectly funcional devices just because they're not brand-new.

More often than not, Barry would come into the medium-sized room, walk around the tables and the shelves -dodging and bumping with the other customers, of course-, spot some interesting object and decide if it was worth the money. Most of the time it was worth it, and that was not a biasep statement; Barry didn't spend his money lightly.

Today, howver, the place looked very different. There was very few customers inside, and there were even fewer items over the tables. In fact Barry noticed for the first time that the tables' surfaces were red. Other times he didn't even notice anything about the table; too busy checking the items on it. But today there wasn't almost anything interesting to buy. He already had plenty of sunglasses and cheap watches at home.

Then, he spotted it. Later, he would think that it was either destiny of some kind of superior power who put it there specifically for him. In that moment Barry didn't know why, but he just knew that he had to buy that item. Walking carelessly, he approached the shelf in which such item had been placed, wanting to read the selling price. He hoped that it wouldn't be too expensive. If he had not enough money to buy it he would steal the device. Barry hadn't stolen anything from a store since elementary school and in other circumstances he would have been pretty ashamed of only thinking about doing it. But these weren't ordinary circumstances.

Spellbound as he was in those thoughts, Barry didn't notice the woman he accidentally shoved when walking towards the item. Barry grabbed it and his eyes fixed directly on the price tag;

$350

350 bucks? Holy shit! This has to be a joke, thought Barry. He felt like somebody had poured ice-cold water down his belly when he saw the price, feeling dissapointed. No way he could afford to pay that much. He had a rent to pay. And the car. And a stingy boss who would come up with bullshit excuses every time Barry asked him for a promotion, despite having been working flawlessly for him for nearly eight years. That left him with only two clear options; leave the item... or stealing it. To his surprise, Barry found himself meditating about stealing it. May if he...

"Who do you think you are, you inconsiderate fuck?" asked a female voice behind him. Barry turned around and saw the woman he bumped on before. She was tall and had a jet-black long curly hair. Her face let Barry know that she wasn't very friendly at that moment, although he already knew that when she called his attention.

"Excuse me?" said Barry. She smiled cinically.

"Excuse me?" she repeated, in falsetto. "Don't you realize that you almost dropped me to the ground? Do you think that walking around shoving people is appropiate?"

Barry tried to apologize; "Well, you're right; I didn't mean to..."

"Oh, oh, oh!" claimed the woman. "How cute. Here comes the bunch of shitty excuses". She raised her voice; "Be a man and say that you're sorry!"

Barry ad intention to apologize and forget about the matter. But the way that b*tch had referred to him got his nerves. That wasn't the way in which two -suppossed- adults deal with issues.

"You shouldn't go around calling people names, you know" said Barry. "That's not the way to go."

The brunette reacted like Barry had slapped her face. She stood there with her mouth wide open, clearly surprised.

"How... How you dare?" she yelled. "YOU are the one that has wronged, not me!" Now, everybody in the store was looking at the duo. Barry didn't back down.

"I was about to respectfully apologize to you" he explained, patiently. "But then you started to call me names and treat me like shit. You know what? Fuck it now."

In that moment a man approached them; "What's wrong Claire? Is this guy messing with you?" he said. The brunette -Claire- smiled maliciously.

"Yeah" she said. "This loser won't apologize for shoving me."

The guy stood right in front of Barry. He was taller and looked stronger, but Barry hoped that he didn't really want to fight.

"I'll tell you what" he said to Barry. "You'll kneel down in front of my girlfriend. Then you'll say you're sorry". He spoke softly and slowly. "If you don't do that, I'll kick your ass.

Right here and right now". After a little pause; "Do you understand... you little prick?"

Barry had always been known among his family and friends for his methodical personality and his self-control. But name-calling was a thing that usually drove him crazy.

Barry leaned his face closer to that idiot.

"I'll tell you what" he said. "Go fuck yourself. Right here and right now".

Then, lights went off.

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(Later)

"Seems like he's getting back..."

Barry opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the worried looks of the store manager. He was slapping Barry's face gently. Next to the manager, there was the store teller, a young woman with nerdy looks. She had brought a moisted rag and she was rubbing Barry's forehead with it.

"Do you feel better, sir?" asked the manager. "Don't rise up yet. You could faint. Stay down."

Barry didn't need to be adviced; the whole store seemed to move around him and everything was blurry. He stood on the ground and tried to relax. The less he moved, the sooner the dizzines would pass.

"What happened?" he asked. The smanager seemed ashamed.

"That man punched you. You were dropped like a sack of potatoes."

"It was so scary!" said the teller. "We were thinking of calling an ambulance! But then you woke up."

Finally, they helped Barry to rise up to his feet. His head threatened briefly with blacking out again, but finally he regained his balance. Still, he was a little dizzy. The manager grabbed Barry's arm and gently leaded him towards a stool.

"I'm truly sorry, sir" he explained. "I'm sorry for what has happened. Mike, our security guard, tried to stop that brute, but he and his girlfriend fleed as soon as he hit you. Maybe the security cameras registered his face..."

"It's okay, don't worry" said Barry, while sitting down. His head was aching too much and he didn't want to think about taking legal actions. Not for now, at least. Then, the teller went back to them. She was carrying a glass of water in her hand. The water was fizzy thanks to the effervescent aspirine that lied at the bottom of the glass. Barry drank the glass of water and looked at the manager.

"Don't worry about this, seriously. I just want to buy something here and..."

"Oh, yes" interrupted the manager. "I saw that you were looking at that with interest."

Barry didn't need to ask him what he was talking about; it was pretty clear. The manager picked the device from the ground and handed it to Barry. "It's yours for free" he said. "Be on the house!"

The manager had spoken those words in a quite loud voice, while looking around with his eyes. Barry suddenly felt like he had been dragged to some kind of surrealist farce play, but he went along with the manager. And... what the hell, he was getting a $350 device for free! He smiled.

"Oh, that's a nice gesture! I appreciate it!"

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Forty five minutes later Barry arrived to her place, a small and untidy flat. While driving back home he started to think about what he had adquired at the store. Would he really have paid 350 bucks for that? Really? Accepting the manager's offer had a very reasonable explanation -Barry thought that the punch had caused him a brain concussion. He was thinking of visiting a friend of him from his college days; the guy was a doctor now and he wouldn't mind checking Barry's health- but there was no explanation for that irresistible impulse for buying -or stealing- that. I just didn't make any sense.

Barry sat on his couch and extracted the item from the bag. It was a TV remote control. Nothing really special could be appreciated on it at first sight. The store manager had told Barry that a weird-looking man had sold it to them a two days earlier. Apparently, he looked like some sort of modern wizard and, 'after a few demonstrations', the store bought the remote control for 225 dollars. Barry didn't ask what kind of demonstrations that man did, because he was still feeling too dizzy to interrogate anybody about anything. But now he wondered about that.

He looked at the remote control; it had an ON/OFF button, 0 to 9 channel buttons, volume regulator, mute button... In short, an ordinary remote control. There was nothing special about it... if not for the buttons at the bottom.

The first pair of those buttons had a drawing of arow. The first one was an upside arrow and the other had a downside arrown drawn on it. Next, there was a button with a drawing of what looked like a ball of thread. Following that one it was a button with a drawing of smoke. Next to it, a button with a pair of scissors represented on it. And
finally, right under all those buttons, there was the last one, which had an erasing rubber drawn on top.

What did those buttons do? No idea. But there was a way to get to know that; testing them with his own TV. As easy as that. Barry got back up and turned his TV on. A boring Peruvian telenovela appeared on it; one of those full of jealous people and uncertain paternities. Barry got back to the couch and sat on it again, ready to use the remote control. In that moment, the TV depicted a discussion between a ridiculously hot brunette and her husband. They were playing the classic telenovela-esque scene, and soon one of them would leave the room furious with the other begging for a second chance.

Well, let's try this shit, thought Barry. Not knowing the function of any of those weird buttons, he just chose the one with smoke. So Barry pointed the remote control towards the TV set and what happened next left him speechless.

The woman's tight black microfiber skirt and her tight pink T-shirt suddenly vanished in a cloud of smoke that didn't took too long to vanish too. It was like one of those magic shows. The ridiculously hot brunette was now standing there in her underwear. Amazed as he was, Barry didn't notice the second most obvious thing about it; neither the actress nor the actor seemed to notice the actress' lack of outer clothing; they kept acting like nothing had happened. Barry, of course, was staring at the ridiculously hot brunette, now dressed in her bra and panties only; she wore white high cut panties with a pattern of little red cherries, along with a matching bra. Her big breasts were barely contained by the tight bra, and down there she was displaying a nice cameltoe.

"Holy... fuck..." muttered Barry. He started to understand why the remote control was so expensive. "Holy... damn... fuck..."

The brunette kept arguing angrily with the man. Each time she gesticulated energically with her arms her boobs bounced inside the cute bra. It was impossible not to look at that. She finally fake-cried and stormed out of the room, delighting Barry with a nice view of her huge ass moving under the tight-fitting fabric of those cute panties. There was a nice contrast between her slightly dark skin and the white underwear. She got out of the scene and left her husband behind. Now Barry noticed that the actor kept acting naturally. It was so strange... nice, but strange. How come her clothes vanish on set and she's not even aware of that?

Barry pushed the ON/OFF button and switched his TV set off. He could not believe what had just happened. Maybe he did really have a brain concussion? It looked like he was hallucinating. How the fuck could a remote control strip women on TV? That was moronic! That guy had punched him too hard, it had too be that. There was no other rational explanation.

Barry looked around his flat. If he really was hallucinating soon he'd start to see weird things; maybe even scary visions. But after four minutes of passing his eyes all over the room he didn't experience anything wrong. Sure, the aspirin that the teller gave to him had relieved his headache, but that didn't mean that the concussion was fully healed. As far as he was concerned, concussions lasted days.

However, Barry's rational mind kicked in; why the fuck would a remote control cost 350 bucks if not because it was capable of doing amazing things... like stripping women to their underwear on TV? That was a fact hard to deny.

Anyway, since he didn't experience any hallucination nor anything that would resemble one to him, Barry pushed the ON/OFF button again and the TV set showed him the Peruvian telenovella again. After a few scenes, the ridiculously hot brunette -whose name, Barry learned, was Margarita- appeared again. She got out of her car and she was still in her underwear. Despite walking by a very crowded sidewalk nobody noticed her state of undressing. Barry didn't expected otherwise, but he pinched his cheek anyway, thinking that maybe he was still laying unconscious at the store and all that was a dream. But nope, he didn't 'wake-up', because apparently he was already on the real world. Margarita proceeded to walk up to her desk at the offices of a clothing-design firm and yes; nobody noticed that she had attended to work in her bra and panties.

Barry shook his head in disbelief and then he switched channels. Somehow, he rationalized that those buttons wouldn't work in other channels. Or maybe in other shows. Soon, he was watching someawful horror B-movie from the 80's. The scene depicted a possesed priest trying to attack a young, pretty nun in a church's chapel. The nun, in tears, was defending herself from her possesed mentor using a sword -it wasn't clear how she got it- in which she had previously poured some holy water. The demon-priest blocked her attacks with his bare hands. Barry decided to try another button. It was the turn of the downside arrow. He pressed it while the nun and the priest were fighting.

The nun's habit fell down to the ground, only her coif stood on its right place. The actress playing the nun was wearing quite sexy underwear; a purple corset whose cups were made of see-thru lace. Very sexy black full-cut lace panties. A black, six-straps garter belt and black lace stockings. Like Margarita, the nun didn't notice that her clothes had fallen to the ground. She was still fighting with her habit around her ankles, making a quite ridiculous scene. Barry was entertained seeing her boobs bouncing when she moved the sword. Her nipples were clearly visible through the see-thru fabric of the corset's cups. Her breast weren't as big as Margarita's, but still a respectable size. Now, the camera has changed the view and now Barry is seeing her from behind. He admired her nice ass under the lacy panties, especially when she crouched down to duck a blow from the demon-priest and her buttocks pressed against the black lacy fabric. Finally, she stabbed the demon-priest in his abdomen while crying -even faker than Margarita's fake crying- and, after turning around she exited the chapel. It was very nice seeing her boobs and buttocks bounce in underwear while she ran through the forest.

Barry was now pretty excited about the remote control's potential. If his guessings were right, he could leave any female on TV in her underwear. What on Earth could be more fun than that? Since the lingerie nun wasn't on screen anymore, Barry switched channels again. The idea was to look for some hot woman in order to strip her to her undies. But the fact that they didn't act embarrassed at all was spoiling the fun a bit for Barry. He wanted the girls to be humiliated and wanted to see their pathetic attempts to cover their modesty.

Finally, he spotted something interesting; a fashion commercial in which a blonde woman smartly dresses in her brown skirt-suit walked around the city dancing and jumping around the street lights like Fred Astaire. Barry decided to try a new button with her. Maybe this time she would act embarrassed. Barry pushed the 'thread' button. The blonde's skirt started to unravel as she walked jumping and dancing around. Soon, it became a miniskirt... but she either wasn't aware of it or she didn't care. Doesn't matter, thought Barry. Let's see how she reacts when she loses her skirt!

Turned out to be the same; after having the last thread of her stylish skirt pulled out, the woman kept moving and dancing and doing whatever the fuck she pleased. To Barry's surpirse, her underwear wasn't as stilish as her outer clothes; a very overwashed pair of Victoria's Secret granny panties, light blue color. The fabric was completely worn down, making the panties look too loose and baggy. However, she had a cute butt that was nice to look at as she walked. Now, she was walking over a park's bench in just her jacket, heels and panties. But nobody looked at her as she was partially undressed. The commerrcial ended and the granny panties blonde dissapeared along with her joyful walk around the city.

Before switching channels, Barry too a little time to think. Why didn't they react with embarrassment? It was the natural thing to do if you were suddenly stripped to your undies in public. Why did those women act like nothing had happened?

Suddenly, the answer came to his mind by itself. It was so obvious that it wasn't even funny.

He had been stripping girls in RECORDED scenes.

Those women had acted and moved one way and that's how the cameras registered it. Taking their clothes off wouldn't change the past. But that meant something; if he wanted to embarrass women, he had to use the remote control with women appearing during LIVE recordings.

"The New's Channel!" he yelled to the empty room. "That's it!"

So, he switched to the New's Channel.. But, as usually happens when one tries to do something, it seemed that the Universe conspired against him and he hardly found any woman during the few minutes. And if he found one, she was either old or unattractive. But after a while he spotted a small chance; the journalist was covering the news about some construction works done in the city's center. Behind him, waiting for the green light to cross the street, there were two cuties. The first was a pretty redhead, dressed in a quite conservative way; dark red, knee long wrap-around skirt with black turtleneck sweater. The other was a cute brown haired girl with curly hair, dressed in a purple t-shirt and tight, high-waisted jeans.

Barry had found his first true victims. If his theory was right, they were about to be humiliated in the middle of the street. Almost immediately, he pointed the remote control towards the redhead and tried the button with the upside arrow on it. He suspected what that button could do, and her guessing proved to be right. Less than a second after
pushing the button, a gust of wind seemed to generate where the redhead was. Suddenly, her long skirt was raised up to cover her upper body almost completely, exposing her legs and her big butt. The only thing covering her nice lower anatomy were her black sheer pantyhose and the white lacy boyshorts that she wore under it.

It worked; Barry could hear her indignant squeal as she struggled to grip her skirt down, which she finally managed to do. The poor redhead was looking around frantically while her face had turned almost as red as her hair. After a few seconds she seemed to relax. With her guard down, Barry repeated the operation by pushing the same button again.

"Oh my God, what the hell?!" she complained, while fighting the second round versus the gust of wind that was showing her sexy underwear to the world against her wishes. This time Barry held the button pushed for a longer time, virtually blinding the poor girl while trying to get the hem of her skirt back down. There was nothing that she could do to cover her panties. A lot of car's horns and wolf-whistles were heard. Meanwhile, the brown haired girl was looking at the scene with amused looks, covering her mouth while giggling at the poor redhead's expense.

"Oh, there is something for you too!" muttered Barry, while pointing the remote control to her waist and pushing again the downside arrow button. Suddenly, the girl's pants were pulled down to her ankles. The brown haired girl squealed embarrassed, just looking at her pants, frozen in fear. Barry took time to look at her big ass while laughing at her; she was wearing a cute pair of pink high cut panties, with a pattern of white polka dots.

"My pants!" she yelled, before crouching down -to Barry's delight, as he watched how those large buttocks pressed against the tight fabric of her panties- and pulling them back up. Now, the drivers stopped at the red light were almost crazy! The horns made a big, loud sound.

"But it's not over, honey" said Barry, and pressed the downside arrow again. As expected, the girl's pants went down to her ankles again, subjecting her to the same embarrassing humiliation.

"Oh, shit! Not again!" she yelled. But this time Barry kept pressing the button. The resulting outcome was that when the big asses brown haired girl bent over -and yes, Barry stared at her ass again- she simply could not pull her pants up. She tried even harder, but they wouldn't raise, not even an inch! She started to get very nervous, as she was being the center of attention. Even the journalists had stopped following their original instructions and they were now filming the girl's humiliation. She finally gave up and just rose back to her feet.

"Oh, fuck it!" she claimed, exasperated. And here it came the most ridiculous aspect of her humiliation; trying to get out of the scene as soon as possible, she crossed the crosswalk with her pants around her ankles, in short pathetic steps. Her buttocks jiggled under the fabric of her panties while she did so. Suddenly, she tripped with her own feet and pants and ended un on her all fours. Since everybody was laughing at her, the girl resorted to crawl her way out of the scene, with her panty-clad ass pointing up while she cried from humiliation!

"That girl won't sleep peacefully tonight!" said Barry to himself. This was incredible; so much potential on it and... wait! Weren't the TV News hostess from Channel 7 very hot? The main hostess and the weather woman were stunning. He switched then to Channel 7 and there was the main hostess, talking about the political corruption of some country. She was a blonde with straigh hair that reached right to her shoulders. Despite her rather modest choice of wardrobe, a nice pair of breast were noticeable under her smart-looking shirts. Right now she was wearing a very elegant white striped shirt.

Then Barry wondered; ¿What would happen if he pressed the downside arrow button on the woman's shirt? Well, the answer was easy to get. Barry pressed the button while aiming the remote control at the woman. She was sitting in her big, elegant set desk takling about pretty much boring shit. What happened next was far from boring; the woman's shirt got open by itself! Plenty of bouttons flew violently away from her, exposing what was underneath.

"AGH!" claimed the woman, appalled and embarrassed at the same time. She looked down to her own chest. The only thing covering her juicy boobs was a very sexy black bra. It was made of delicate see-thru mesh, and the woman's areolas and nipples were clearly visible through it. Like the two girls froms treet, the news' host was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Oh, shit!" she yelled. The bra was quite tight, which resulted in a very desireable effect for the watcher; the upper side of her tits was brimming above the top of the bra's cups, making her breast look bigger and tighter. No doubt, thought Barry, half of the male spectators was recording the show right now. The other half had to be too busy driving their hands inside their pants!

The blonde grabbed both sides of her shirt and tried to cover her exposed underwear. Her face was now bright red and Barry could even hear her agitated breathing. Several mutters of amazement were heard in the TV set and somebody wolf whistled. A woman laughed too. Seeing no better way to save face, the woman kept broadcasting the news;

"Meanwhile in Sri Lanka" she kept saying, covering her bra-clad breasts with her foreams. Her voice sounded extremely insecure. "Almost three... three thousand citizens have tak... taken the streets... for..."

Meh, this started to get boring for Barry again. If the woman stood up he could push a button and leave her 'sans-skirt'. But as she was suffering her current humiliation, Barry doubted that she would dare to rise up from her chair. He must had to wait until the woman was given another shirt or...

Then, it happened. Embarrassed beyond any reasonable point, the host led the watchers to the weather report. Barry felt a shudder of excitement; the weather girl was hot as fuck! This was to be fun!

The cameras aimed now at the weather girl; a brown-haired hottie with a long wavy hair. Dressed in one of her classics super tight pencil skirts and one of her satin blouses, Barry thought about the many, many times that he had dedicated his self-pleasure thoughts to her. Now, he was going to make her go a step further in his fantasies. He couldn't wait to see what kind and color of underwear she would be wearing. The woman was astonished as she had seen her coworker get stripped of her shirt with no reason at all. But in the end, after grasping a bit she faced the camera and put her pretty smile on her face.

"Good evening. For tomorrow we'll have a clear sky over blahblahblahblah..."

Barry of course wasn't really interested in that clear sky and those isobars. His whole attention was focused in that pretty girl; her navy blue skirt and her black shirt looked to him like gift's wrap, waiting to be taken apart. He looked down at that -supernatural?- remote control. Which button to use on her? There were many possibilities. Finally, Barry chose the downside arrow and aimed at the woman's lower body;

"Towards the weekend temperatures will rise slightly and there may be... OH!"

Her weather report was suddenly interrupted as she felt how her skirt suddenly went south. The expensive pencil skirt was now resting around her ankles like some kid of flabby, dead animal. Barry didn't expect too much times looking at her ankles, so he lifted his eyes to a more interesting area; her shirttails were long enough to cover her pelvic area, but that didn't mean that the skirtless weather woman wasn't an attractive sight. Quite the opposite in fact; she had a very well-shaped legs and juicy thighs. A pair of sexy black lacy stockings enhanced their attractiveness.

"Oh, my God, no!" she claimed. Her eyes were wide open and her face had started to turn bright red. The weather woman started to crouch down to pick her skirt back up.

But Barry had further plans for her; he hadn't seen all yet after all! So, this time he pushed the upside arrow button while aiming at her upper body. The gust of wind raised her shirttails up to her chest, exposing her cute belly and a pair of mint green high cut lace panties, sexy as hell. There was one of the hottest women of TV in Barry's opinion. And he loved lace lingerie! Could there be something better than this? He noticed too her pubic hair through the lace fabric of her panties and... surprise, surprise! It was much clearer that her head's hair!

Meanwhile, the weather woman was yelling and crying for help, while trying to put the shirttails back down to cover herself. In her struggle, all the buttons of her shirt popped out; the shirt got opened thanks to the 'wind' and Barry -along with millions of spectators- was delighted with the sight of the girl's pert tits. A mint green lace bra that matched her panties was the only thing covering them. So she wore matching underwear but the rug didn't match the curtains.. how interesting! Barry noticed how her tits bounced under the bra's cups when the shirt got open. It was a nice, almost hypnotic movement.

"Not my shirt now!" she cried, while crossing her foreams over her chest. Apparently, she didn't mind showing her panties anymore as soon as she could cover her bra-clad boobs. Barry had stopped pressing the boutton, but the woman was already crying from humiliation. She turned around -showing everybody her big and cute panty-clad ass -and tried to flee. But the skirt around her ankles prevented her from doing so quickly, so she stepped out of it and ran away skirtless. Before vanishing into the backstage, Barry took a good look a the jiggling of her ass under the lace fabric of her underwear. Now he was sure that most male viewers at their homes had a Kleenex box nearby.

Then, they apparently switched the cameras off. A very dull message could be read on the screen, apologizing for technical difficulties. This was bad for Barry, because he could find really attractive woman in live TV for now. He started to switch channels, one by one. Having paid for cable TV, that would mean to check a lot of channels, but he didn't have anything important to do anyway. And if he had, he was sure that he had the world's nicest excuse for procrastination in his hands.

Finally, something appeared on his TV set that could be interesting; a basketball match was being broadcasted right now. The first half of the game was a bout to come to its end. It would have been nicer if it was a female basketball match, sure. But there could be plenty of cute girls among the crowd. He only had to spot an appropiate target... Barry could easily imagine how embarrassed they would react, stripped to their undies in such a public place!

The first half ended and the cameras focused more on the crowd. While searching for a victim, Barry spoted something that he could not believe. He smiled, kinda maliciously.

There they were, that b*tch from the store -her name was Claire, wasn't it?- and her stupid meathead boyfriend. Claire was getting up from her seat, apparently to go to the ladies room or to get some drinks, who could known. So, Barry thought, they decided to go to the game after knocking him out at the store, right? Well, they were about to get what they deserved. If the were comfortable abusing Barry on a public place, they'd better got accustomed to get abused at public places too.

He decided to punish the guy first; that sucker had punched him! All because his b*tch didn't dare to solve her own issues by herself. Sounded cute, but Barry was afraid that he didn't even make a good boyfriend; not even five seconds after Claire had left her seat he stood up and walked up to a few chicks sitting a few seats away in the same row. He started chatting them up and, although Barry could not hear what he was saying, he was pretty sure that he wasn't asking them what time it was. Especially taking into account the girls's giggling reaction.

Barry of course didn't give a shit about Claire's boyfirend, but the opportunity had arised for him; the girls were very cute and at that moment the douchebag's confidence would be at the highest point. Barry aimed the man at the guy, who was standing right in front of the girls, and pressed the smoke button.

ZAP! The guy's jeans dissapeared! The girls noticed that he was missing his pants; they looked down, got surprised at first and then they started laughing. The douchebag was now wearing his t-shirt, shoes and underpants. Those were a pair of green and brown camouflage boxer-briefs. The girls laughed even more, while pointing their fingers to his crotch. Of course more people had noticed what had happened, which translated in more women laughing at him. Barry enjoyed the sweet and hot taste of revenge; this was certainly worse that a punch to the face, wasn't it?

The situation must have been unbearable for the douche, because he just pulled his t-shirt as low as he could and ran way from there. The girls followed him with their sights, giggling.

"Bye, soldier!" said one of them.

"Nice butt! As good as the junk!" said another, and this comment made the other girls burst into a fit of cruel laughs. The guy dissapeared from the scene, humiliated. Barry was willing to bet that he wouldn't dare to punch anyone this time; too many people laughing at once.

But there was another person deserving of punishment. An even harsher punishment. Oh, yes; Barry had reserved the best of the pack for that spoiled overgrown brat named Claire. It was only a matter of time that she would appear on screen again. Since a man had lost his pants mysteriously at the crowd, the cameras kept taking a good look at it. When the revenge moment arrived, Claire would be under the spotlight, quite literatelly.

And there she was; walking down the main stairs carrying two drinks in her hands. Now this was something that Barry didn't expect, but was favorable for him; how the hell could she cover herself with both hands busy? More fun after all. Claire walked up to her seat and saw that her brainless boyfriends wasn't there. Through the cameras Barry could notice the confused expression in her face. He aimed the remote control at her, ready to get started. Then he hesitated, but not because of any kind of moral concern towards Claire; sure, he could push a button and blow her t-shirt up. He could push another one and make her pants to vanish. In both cases Claire would be truly mortified, but he thoight that he could do better than that. He could administer an even more humiliating punishment to her. Claire's actions at the store resulted in Barry getting beaten up, and he wanted her to pay for that.

Looking at the remote control, Barry realized that he hadn't used the scissor button yet. But anybody with a minimum spark of imagination could easily guess what the button would do at the victim's clothing. So he pressed it, aimed the remote control at Claire's legs and made a right-left motion with it.

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At the stadium, the left leg of Claire's black jeans ripped a tear on the thigh area.

RRRRIIIPPPPP!!!

Claire looked down and saw her white skin through the tear. She was surprised, but her first thought that the pants were too worn down or that the few pound that she had gained recently had something to do with it. Meanwhile, she was wondering about his boyfriend's wereaboits. Would he be flirting with other girls? He had done it in the past... Now, if she caught that fucker doing it again she would...

RRRRIIIIIPPPP!!!

This time the sound came frrom her tight purple t-shirt. A wide gap had appeared over her right shoulder, exposing one of her bra straps. Oh, shit, Claire thought. I should start dieting right now! But a few poind didn't do this to clothing. She found it pretty strange. And that's what happens when you wear a very cheap t-shirt. She didn't like it too much, though, and soon it would be out of fashion. She had bought it the year before in red, but she discovered that her best girl friend had one exacly like that, so she changed it at the store for one from a different color. Friends forever, yes, but please, you ought to know where you stand. If you didn't...

RRRRRIIIIPPPPP!!!

"Oght!" muttered Claire, this time really embarrassed. She didn't need to look at herself to know where the new ripped gap had been torn. Especially when all people that stood right behind her had started to laugh. She was feeling a soft freeze on her lower rear area.

Oh, God, please! Don't tell me that I chose to wear a thong today, she though, alarmed. Claire tried to place her hands -still carrying the drinks- right before her ass, but it seemed in vain. People found her embarrassed reaction even more amusing. And Claire had the feeling that the hole was bigger than she thought at first.

Now, she didn't have any clue of what was happening. The thing was that her clothes seemed to be falling apart while she was surrounded by more than one thousand of strangers. She started to tell to herself that this was probably over; who on Earth hadn't suffered the humiliation of ripping their pants? It happened more often than not and, although embarrassing, it was not really a big deal. She would get over it and laugh in a not too distant future.

All this turned out to be just wishful thinking. A very unpleasant -but now familiar! -sound shook her back to reality;

RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPP!!!!

Now the sound was much longer in duration. Claire noticed that it came from her lower body. Fearful of what she could see, she looked down. The waistband of her black jeans was now completely ruined, which made her pants loose their normal tightness. She knew what was about to happen, but her hands were full.

"No! No!"

Her pants seemed to disagree with her statement, falling down to her ankles as an answer. Claire was standing in front of a thousand of people with her pants down and drinks in her hands. Everybody laughed at the sight of her sexy underwear; bright red high waisted boyshorts made of seamless lace. Claire looked truly pathetic now.

"Oh, shit!" she screamed. No longer giving a shit about the cokes she dropped them. Almost immediately she bent over -the men right behind her were delighted by this- and tried to pull her damn pants back up. As soon as she did, she would be leaving the place ASAP. But then...

RIP! RIP! RIP! RIP! RIP!

Several cuts in a row turned her pants into a shapeless piece of wasted clothing. She could not pull her pants back up because there was no pants anymore! Claire was baffled... and utterly mortified. What the fuck was she going to do now?

She was now the center of attention. All the eyes and the cameras were staring directly at her and, given the circumstances, that was awful. Claire had never been left in her panties in public, and she had hoped that she would never had to experience it. Too late now, but she still had the t-shirt on. Like her boyfriend a little earlier, Claire grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it down. She manage to hide the upper half of her panties, but that was all. The t-shirt was just not long enough. Walking up the stairs as fast as she could she heard that horrible sound again!

RRRRRIIIPPPPP!!!

She didn't have to guess the location because it happened right before her eyes. the whole cups of her bright red lace bra were now exposed for everybody to see. Now she faced a little but important dilemma; what to cover with her hands now? Bra or panties? Boobs or butt? Tough choice, but she solved to be pragmatic; one arm over her breasts and the other hads covering her ass. Unfortunately, this last measure was mostly useless; her ass was very big, and so were her boyshort panties.

She had almost reached the exit door. Her face was almost as red as her underwear and tears were pouring down her face. She had never been so humiliated in her whole life. All she knew was that she had to get out of there. Her boyfriend could have protected her, but he wasn't around now. A few steps more and she would escape the drilling stared of a thousand pair of eyes and their gut-wrenching laughter. But then...

RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPP!!!!

Her t-shirt -or more right, what remained of it- was completely torn apart. Claire was now stading there in her bra and panties! People laughed so hard that they seemed to have been driven insane now. And they probably were; how often do you see a girl being publically left in her undies? Claire couldn't blame them. While thing about that she noticed anither danger awaiting for her; she was about to suffer a mental breakdown and start crying hopelessly. All she could do was to do it where nobody saw her. She was wrong. Placing one arm right above her bra and the other trying to cover her panties, Claire broke down crying even before exiting the place in a rush.

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Barry was laughing like a madman at his home. It was the best revenge moment of his life. Of course, the fact that the b*tch was smoking hot also helped a little.

Mission accomplished. Barry had his revenge, but that didn't mean that he had enough of stripped women. He switched channels in hope of finding some event being broadcasted live. It should be too hard, having hundred of available channels... and then he found it. Something BIG.

No, forget 'big'. It was more than that.

It was a fucking goldmine.

In the TV set, it could be read the following sentence in big, yellow letters;



'SHE'S SO PRETTY!' THE 100 WORLD'S MOST BEAUTIFUL CELEBRITIES REUNITED
Broadcasted live around the entire world






End.

[smjimmie1348]

Hey that was really awesome thnx

[PforPanchira]

hahah funny twist, keep it up.

[9302420]

this is definitely your best story yet in my opinion. pacing, length, style, it's all perfected compared to your previous stories. this is a great improvement. keep up the good work.

also this plot has a lot of potential, ever thought about making it a series?

[PforPanchira]

I love revenge EUFs... Like having to humiliate your mean Female Supervisor like forcing her to give an upskirt infront of the whole employees......

[FLP00]

Originally Posted by 9302420

this is definitely your best story yet in my opinion. pacing, length, style, it's all perfected compared to your previous stories. this is a great improvement. keep up the good work.

also this plot has a lot of potential, ever thought about making it a series?

Thank you. I will.

Much like with 'Loser', I didn't have any sequel in mind. But that doesn't mean that I'm rejecting the idea.

[FLP00]

Originally Posted by PforPanchira

I love revenge EUFs... Like having to humiliate your mean Female Supervisor like forcing her to give an upskirt infront of the whole employees......

I'm a fan too of 'revenge EUF's' as you call them. There will be more of those in future stories.

[crapycrapycrap2]

I am sure you have been asked this questioned already - but why limit yourself with EUF? Why don't you strip NAKED your female characters?

[FLP00]

Originally Posted by crapycrapycrap2

I am sure you have been asked this questioned already - but why limit yourself with EUF? Why don't you strip NAKED your female characters?

Although I like seeing naked women, for as long as I've been attracted to females I've been extremely turned on by women in their underwear, especially if the only item of clothing that they're missing are their pants or their skirts. And for some reason when I want to see a naked woman I prefer it to be in a non-ENF context. However, I can -and do- enjoy some ENF stories, as there is a big variety of those.

When I write a story and the female character is left with no skirt on or in her underwear the story then reaches its climax for me. Removing the girl's panties or bra would mean a 'step down' in the story -I don't really feel turned off by it... but I feel WAY LESS turned on. For this reason, the women keep their underwear on all the time.

I know it's a bit odd, but that's the best way I can explain it.

[smjimmie1348]

Hey I agree 100 percent with you all the way I hope u keep up the good work and if u like aj lee from the wwe then my story might be good for you so if u can in your busy schedule read it and comment whatever you think about it hope I hear from you real soon