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    Debbie looked into the mirror and smiled. There she was, clad in a skimpy two-piece gold lame dress which encased her voluptuous curves nicely. The bare back top and tiny skirt were worn with only a few knots tied at the back of her neck, back and hips. She wore matching gold boots and she was looking forward to a night at Club 69, a popular night spot for party goers.
        Ten minutes later, DD Debbie had used her charms to jump the long line and was flirting with the club manager at the door. She flashed some deep cleavage and leg and, as she had grown accustomed to, the manager was putty in her hands. She strolled in as the manager asked for her phone number.
    "Sorry!" she told him over her shoulder. "I'm not really interested in fat guys with tiny pricks!" The manager fumed at the completely uncalled for insult, but Deb was already inside the club, swaying to the loud music. She was already getting attention from a dozen guys on the floor (and their jealous girl-friends). What the busty brunette hadn't noticed was that her long-time nemesis, Joyce, was in the line and had witnessed the exchange.
    Debbie was soon shaking her money-makers with abandon, thinking that this was her lucky night. She already had hooked up with a handsome stud who had keys to a Ferrari. Then to her dismay she heard a familiar voice. "Gee, I wonder who would dress like such a tramp at a nice club like this? Oh, I should have known by those big sloppy cow tits - it's none other than Double D Debbie!"
    To make things even worse for Deb, Joyce began showing her new boyfriend some pictures on her cell phone.
    "And this one is when I pulled her g-string down around her knees! And this is Debbie out cold in a grocery buggy after I knocked her out!" Joyce giggled and the guy laughed uproariously.
    "Listen, you skinny slut - this time I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Debbie snarled and grabbed a mug of beer, intent on splashing Joyce's thin shirt and giving the gathering crowd a show. But as in the past, Joyce was way too fast and easily dodged the thrown beer.
    Debbie looked around for something else to throw, but that strategy ended when Joyce grabbed her arm and twisted it up behind her. Debbie yelped in sudden pain. "Owwww! Lemme go, you skank!" Deb yelled.
    In answer to her order, Joyce simply undid the knots on her gold top and the bigger girl found herself trying to stop her blouse from sliding down off her big tits. The wiry blonde wretched up her hold on Debbie's trapped arm and the pain made her completely forget to cover herself. This left her spectacular breasts jutting out, the nipples stiff in the cold air. The guys in the crowd cheered and the women all hooted with laughter.
    "Don't look at me, you losers!" Debbie whined, trying to cover her chest with her free hand. But when Joyce pulled even harder on the trapped arm, Deb gasped in pain and began sinking to the floor. Joyce let go of the painful arm lock but then pulled both of Debbie's arms behind her back and used the discarded top to tie her rival's arms together. Debbie was trapped!
    "On your feet, Chesty!" Joyce barked at the disoriented brunette and gripped Debbie's big purple/brown nipples. "What do we have here? Let's get you back on your feet so the people can get a good look at your 'talents' - both of them!" Joyce laughed.
    Debbie could do nothing but stand there, her boobs sticking out even more than usual, thanks to her arms being pulled so far behind her. "You bitch!" she whimpered. "I can't believe you're embarrassing me again!"
    "Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet!" Joyce grinned as she began slapping Debbie's huge 34DD knockers back and forth. She slammed them back and forth, taking a break now and then to pinch and pull her already sore nipples. Debbie moaned piteously, sobbing and sniffing and begging Joyce to stop.
    After a while, when Joyce tired of playing with those big funbags, she grabbed a handful of long dark hair and jerked Debbie's head up to stare her in the eyes. "Since you never seem to learn your lesson by just being stripped topless, maybe the crowd would like to see you in your panties. What do you say, Moo Moo?"
    "No! No! Please don't strip me. You win - somebody stop her, please!" DD Debbie begged. But of course no one interfered. Debbie was well-known at the club as a man-stealer and flirt and everyone was enjoying seeing her get her just reward. One little tug on the side of the tiny skirt's knots and Deb was left standing there in a very tiny pair of gold panties and boots. Joyce held the dress up with both hands as the crowd cheered. She tossed the garment to a lucky guy.
    Debbie swore at the guy who caught her dress, which turned out to be a bad mistake. "Why not give the bitch a wedgie?" he yelled and started off a chant in the crowd of "Wedgie! Wedgie! Wedgie!"
    Joyce turned to Debbie and smiled sweetly at her. "Now, now, just wait a minute - you - you don't wanna do this!" Debbie stammered. But to no avail - she was soon yelping from the sharp pain in her pussy lips as Joyce yanked that pair of g-string panties up as far as she could.
    "Oooo - oooo - that - woooo - muh-muh-my p-p-p-pussy!" Debbie wailed as her panties disappeared into her twat. She had just shaved her pubic hair, leaving only a thin black strip above her vagina. "You - you're cutting me in half!" she protested, trying to stand on her tip-toes to ease the pain.
    "Say you're sorry or else!" Joyce ordered as she dug the panties even deeper. The front of Deb's underwear, wrapped in Joyce's fist, was nearly up to her aching boobs.
    "Owww! Owwww! Oh! Okay, okay, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Now please lower my panties! Pleeeeaaasseee!" Debbie was whimpering in pain by now.
    Joyce got a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Lower your panties, huh? Okay, if you say so!" she said and pulled the panties out of Deb's aching crotch only to continue yanking them all the way to the ankles. Debbie was mortified and tried to close her thighs. "NO YOU STUPID CUNT!" Debbie hissed and tried to beat a hasty retreat. Unfortunately she didn't take under consideration that her feet were tangled in her g-string. She took two steps, wobbled wildly and then her feet flew out from under her. She landed on her back with a thud.
    This gave everyone a real "Kodak Moment" as DD Debbie lay on her back, her ankles tangled up and big reddened spanked tits pointing to the ceiling. Cells flashed as Deb at that moment became an internet superstar, albeit a reluctant one.
    Finally getting her hands free, Debbie got to her wobbly feet and again tried to flee, vowing revenge. But when Joyce called out "Oh, Debbie, you forgot something!" she made the mistake of turning around. That was when Joyce splashed a mugful of beer right in her face. This seemed to spark the crowd and everyone started tossing their drinks on the practically naked vixen.
    When the delunge ceased, Debbie was no longer the sexy slut who had pranced into the club. Now wearing only a pair of boots, her hair (both on her head and down south) was dripping wet, her boobs were throbbing and her makeup had washed down to give her "raccoon eyes". In short, Deb was a mess!
    Just then, as she headed for the door, the club manager appeared. Debbie screamed at him to have all the club's patrons arrested. "Oh, sorry, but I don't think a fat guy with a tiny prick could help you. Matter of fact, you need to leave - we don't allow naked whores on these premises!"
    "Wait, wait! I can't go out of here naked!" Debbie protested. That gave Joyce another inspiration
    "Maybe this will help" the fiery blonde said as she slapped a piece of paper on Debbie's bare chest. Debbie froze for a second before realizing what was sticking to her much-abused bare boobs. It was an advertising leaflet from the club promoting its upstairs restaurant. "Tart for sale with extra melon topping!" was the message on the flyer, which was coated with glue on the back. "And try this one too!" Joyce said and slapped another flyer on Deb's other boob that said "Try our giant milk-shakes!"
    With her boobs now covered and holding one hand to cover her sore pussy, Debbie finally fled the club in shame. Everyone cheered as the naked and soaking wet bimbo scrambled out into the night.
    "Wow, I love a woman who can fight, unlike that silly bimbo" the stud next to Joyce whispered to her. "You do? I should let you know that she is in for a surprise" Joyce replied to the stud seductively.