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Subject: {ASSM} The Tale of Mrs Teresa Scalia Pt.2 (stripping,catfight)
Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 18:10:05 -0400
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Terri left her seat and followed the path that Barbara had taken.  The two
divas crossed paths at the light board.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Terri demanded of Barbara.

"I'm running the light board.  The regular operator is sick.  I'm filling in
for him."

"Well, make sure there are no foul ups.  Dominic Jr. and I have worked too hard
to have incompetence ruin the show."  Terri informed Barbara.

"I'll do the best I can.  I want the performance to go well and be a success. 
And I don't need any of your guff.  Now please move out of my way so I can
work."

"Who do you think you are?  Talking to me in that tone.  You need to remember
your place."  said Terri.

"I'll be glad to show you who I am" with that Barbara started to come out from
behind the light board.

"CURTAIN TIME CURTAIN TIME EVERYONE TO YOUR PLACES"

Barbara returned behind the light board telling Terri "I'll deal with you after
the show."

"I'll be happy to me with you to settle any problems you have later.  I'll stay
backstage tonight to make sure there are no slip ups by you."

Out in the audience Mark had moved seats and was next to Dominic.

"Dominic, this rivalry between our wives has gotten out of hand."

"You are exactly right Mark.  And I know the blame falls on Terri.  She has
never learned how to get along with her peers.  She's too controlling and
manipulative."

"Barbara has her faults as well.  She needs to learn when to say enough is
enough and not hold a grudge" Mark admitted.

"Perhaps both our beauties need to learn a hard lesson."  Dominic said with a
grin.

"Dominic, you and I are thinking alike.  What do you have in mind?"

The two husbands sat quietly discussing a plan of action regarding their wives
when the house lights went down and the play began.  Things went reasonably
well.  Dominic Jr. plotted through the first two acts with no major blunders. 
Barbara kept up with the lighting cues quite well for the first two acts.  Not
bad considering Terri was watching her every move.  Things were trickier in act
3.  The final scene has the dramatic image of Arthur pulling the sword from the
stone.  The lighting was crucial to dramatize the action.  Barbara was
furiously flipping through her script to keep up with the lighting cues.  She
was supposed to darken all lights save for a single beam over the sword.  The
call was made for Arthur (Dominic Jr.) to come out from the stable and attempt
to remove the sword.  Dominic Jr. walked to the stone and was to scale four
steps to the top of the stone.  When Dominic Jr. was at the bottom of the
stairs Barbara switched off all the lights failing to keep the stone
illuminated.  Plunged into total darkness, Dominic Jr. had problems with the
stairs.  The audience could hear some fumbling and stumbling noises.  Then
there was a crash and a young voice ex claiming "OW, SHIT" This brought peals
of laughter from the audience.  Meanwhile, Barbara was frantically looking for
the switch to bring Dominic Jr. and the rest of the cast back into the light.

Terri hissed to Barbara "What the hell is going on.  Get those lights on now!"

"I'm doing the best I can, quit bothering me."

Back onstage more crashes were heard.  Evidently young Dominic Jr. was groping
around the stage running into other actors and scenery.  The sounds coming from
the stage gave the impression the entire scene was coming apart.

"Will you get those lights on you stupid bitch."

"I'm trying, I'm trying.  What did you call me?"

More crashes from the stage.  The audience can only speculate as to what is
going on, but they are finding it hilarious.  Up to this point the entire
production had been tedious.  Adult voices were heard from the stage "Jesus,
get off my foot.  I can't see a fucking thing."  And a female voice rang out
"You prick, get your hand off my ass."  By now the entire audience was laughing
with gusto.

"I called you a stupid bitch, now turn those lights up and try and salvage
what's left of this fiasco."

Barbara figured as far as the play went all was lost.  She flipped all the
stage lights on and signaled Bill to drop the curtain.  Barbara then turned to
confront Terri.  But when the stage lights came up Terri ran out on stage to
check on Dominic Jr..  With the lights on, the cast could see that the
production was over and they began to walk off stage to the cheers and guffaws
of the audience.  Terri found Dominic Jr. at the front of the stage sitting on
the floor in tears.  In the darkness he had walked into some scenery and had
gotten black dust all over his face.  Terri bent over to get him on his feet. 
She had her back to the audience as the curtain came down.  The bottom edge of
the curtain just brushed the back of her skirt as it came down.  Bill Wilson
walked up to the light board with a look of resignation.

"Oh Bill I'm so sorry.  I've cause a terrible disaster" Barbara lamented.

"Hell Barbara this whole production was doomed from the start.  And we can
thank Ms. Scalia over there." Bill nodded toward Terri.

Barbara looked over at Terri consoling her son and trying to clean out his face
with a handkerchief.  Terri still had her back to the curtain.  She was bent
slightly at the waist with her knees bent.  Barbara looked from the hem of
Terri's skirt straight down to the bottom edge of the curtain.  The curtain
hooks that ran along that bottom edge were directly underneath Terri's skirt. 
The wheels in Barbara's mind started spinning.

"Bill do you want to really give this show a grand finale?"

"Sure what you have in mind?"

"Contact the sound room and have them cue up 2001: A Space Odyssey.  You take
over the light board and I'll run the curtain controls.  Signal me when the
music is ready.

With the curtain down the audience assumed the performance was over.  Some had
gotten up to leave when the house lights dimmed.  Soon be opening strains of
2001: A Space Odyssey was being played.  A single spotlight from the back of
the house hit the center of the stage.

Terri concerned with the disastrous performance and cleaning up Dominic Jr.
hardly paid attention to the music.  Barbara was at the curtain controls.  This
curtain was electronically controlled and could be raised or lowered at any
number of speeds from extremely slow to fully raised in one second.  When the
first trumpet calls of the music rang out she started raising the curtain
slowly.  two hooks caught the hem of Terri's skirt just as planned and slowly
began to pull it up. Terri felt a tug and saw the hem begin to rise at her
knees.  The music was at the tympani solo.  Terri tried to turn around to see
what the problem was.  When the music came to be second trumpet call Barbara
ran the curtain up on rapid speed a distance of two feet.  Members of the
audience were reacting according to their sex.  The women were laughing and
commenting on how this was a long time coming and they were so happy to witness
Terri's humiliation.  The men on the other hand were intensely scrutinizing the
lovely scene presented to them.

"Oh my God, oh my God" Terri shrieked.  The hem of her skirt was now up to the
middle of her back exposing that famous derriere complete with black lace thong
panties and sheer to the waist panty hose.  The view from the audience was
truly awe-inspiring.  A single white-hot spotlight shown on the stage
illuminating Terri Scalia in a state of distress.

Terri struggled to free herself but the skirt was securely hooked.  "Dominic go
get Daddy and have him get up here to help me.  Hurry!"  Dominic Jr. hurried
out into the audience to find his father.  The boy ran to his father "Daddy
hurry Mommy needs you.  Come on!"

"My boy, this time Mommy will have to get herself out of trouble.  Take a seat
here with Chad and Mr. Anderson and lets see what happens"

Terri was still fighting with the curtain hooks with no success.  The music was
coming to its conclusion.  With the last trumpet called Barbara ran the curtain
another few feet.  This brought Terri's dress well above her waist stopping
just below her bra.  Her head was completely covered. She was struggling to see
and beginning to panic.  Barbara was having the time of her life laughing at
the situation she had put Terri in.

"Bill, what you think should we take her all the way?"

"Honey I think that's a capital idea."

Barbara twisted the knob on the control and lead curtain flew to the ceiling
taking with it and expensive black cocktail dress.  As the dress went over
Terri's had, it first caught her under her boobs and nearly lifted her off her
feet.  This was confirmed by slow motion replay of the videotape. ( Remember
the state of the art video set up and you had better believe there more than a
few copies made of that tape.)  After the boobs had been cleared the dress
snagged her string of pearls breaking the string and sending pearls scattering
all over the floor.  The force of the dress pulling off her nearly caused Terri
to lose her balance.  She began stepping on the pearls with her high heels and
started slipping around.  Arms flailing, legs slipping apart and bending
completely over at the waist Terri struggled to stay on her feet.  She
stabilized with her back to the audience bent at the waist and pointing her
famous butt to the audience.  Terri straightened up and began to turn around
not yet realizing her dress was gone.  As she turned the audience was treated
to the sight of Terri's ample chest covered by her black lace Victoria's Secret
bra.  If any of you readers have ever been on stage then you know that your
sight is very limited when standing in the beam of a white-hot spotlight. 
Terri couldn't see outside the area the spotlight illuminated.  She slowly
looked down at herself and realized her dress had been snatched from her.  Her
reaction was the classic deer in the headlights.  Her mouth agape, her eyes as
big as saucers, she froze in place helplessly trying to cover herself with her
hands.

Mark looked at Dominic who was heartily laughing.  "How much longer are you
going to let this continue?"

"I think Terri can stand a little more time on stage, don't you think Mark?"

"She's your wife.  Do what you think is best."

Chad looked at Dominic Jr. "You're Mom's boobies are a lot bigger than my
Mom's."

"Yea, so what her butt is bigger too."

Barbara and Bill exchanged high fives and hugs.  "Barbara you should go out on
stage and take a bow.  The people of this town owe you a great debt."

"Okay Bill, I'll take some credit for tonight's fun."

Barbara walked out onto the stage.  Terri was still frozen in the spotlight
trying to cover her exposure.  Barbara stepped into the field of light and
Terri ran to her.

"Barbara, oh my God Barbara you must help me!  I don't know what's happening my
dress is gone and I'm standing in my underwear.  Please, please do something.!"

Terri had rushed up to Barbara and was practically hugging her.  Barbara had a
flash of insight that bordered on genius.  With her right hand, Barbara reached
around Terri's back and with the dexterity of a high school boy trying for
second base, unsnapped the hooks of Terri's bra.  Barbara then put both hands
on Terri's shoulders and gave her a spin making sure she caught a strap of the
bra while Terri spun away.  The bra came off in Barbara's hand and Terri once
again was struggling to keep her balance while standing on the pearls.  Terri
remained in the spotlight and regained her balance facing the audience once
again bent over at the waist with her legs spread and her hair flipped over her
face.  She strained up got her legs underneath her and flipped her hair out of
her face.  The audience was now privileged to view Terri's breasts uncovered. 
Previously we discussed the speculation about Terri's boobs.  Were they real? 
Were they the result of modern surgery?  Now with an ass, one can pretty much
tell what that ass will look like with clothes on or off.  A tight pair of
jeans leaves little to the imagination.  It's a different story with boobs. 
One cannot determine the nature of the quality of the breast without a close
examination.  Those people in the front row were afforded that opportunity.  As
far as Terri's boobs were concerned, a phrase from the Seinfeld Show would be
appropriate: "Yes they're real and they're spectacular!"  Terri's boobs were
indeed a gift of God and good genetics.  Certainly they were nicely sized, a C
cup at least.  Viewed from the front her breasts were round, topped off with
silver dollar size areolas the color of mocha.  From the side those breasts had
the classic pear shape with her nipples, in a more relaxed setting, the shape
of small cones.  Tonight's events however were anything but relaxed.  It might
have been the change in temperature when her dress and bra were removed.  It
might have been the friction of her bra against her nipples when it was pulled
from her.  It might have been the breeze caused by Barbara's spinning her. 
Whatever the clause the effect was Terri's nipples were getting hard.  The
areolas contracted, the mocha color took on a rose tinge and the nipples became
erect extending nearly   in..

By now Barbara was having a wonderful time.  Her plan worked to perfection. 
Her nemesis was stripped and humiliated in front of all the influential people
of the town.  Feeling confident Barbara stepped into the spotlight twirling
Terri's bra around her finger.  With her back to Terri, Barbara addressed the
audience.  This was Barbara's critical error.

"Ladies and gentlemen may I present Mrs. Teresa Scalia uncovered!"

The crowd roared its approval.  Barbara started taking bows.  While Barbara was
basking in her glory, Terri was composing herself and realizing what was
happening.  She looked at her state of exposure and saw Barbara taking bows and
flaunting her bra like some sort of trophy.  She heard the audience laughing
and cheering her humiliation.  Now she was going to give some back.

"All right blondie let's see how you like it" Terri lunged at Barbara's back.

Barbara was deep into her bow when she thought she heard Terri say something. 
She looked back over her shoulder just in time to see Terri rush up behind her.
 Barbara had no time to react.  Terri grabbed the hem of her dress with her
right hand and put her left hand in side the scoop back.

"What are you doing!  Get your hands off of me you bitch.  Oh no, oh God!" 
Terri was spinning Barbara around trying to get her dress off.  Both women were
having trouble keeping their balance while walking on pearls in high heels. 
The zipper in the back of Barbara's dress began to open.  Terri's left hand
pushed down with the zipper and opened its completely.  Barbara by now was
somewhat dizzy from the spinning.  Terri took both hands and pulled up on the
hem.  In two moves she had Barbara stripped of her  dress.

Now the audience had a second visual treat.  Not one but two women on display
in public wearing nothing but lingerie, hose, and heels.   Barbara had worn her
matching cream-colored bra and panty set.  And instead of the usual panty hose,
Barbara was wearing a lovely pair of lace topped thigh his.  Her underwear was
a nice contrast to her tanned skin.

Terri was still behind Barbara.  Barbara was still reeling from the spinning
and stripping.

"Why Barbara sweetheart you're still somewhat over dressed.  I think I deserve
a trophy too!"

Terri unsnapped Barbara's bra and whipped it off.  Barbara's breasts were now
exposed for all to see.  She certainly was not as large in the breast area as
Terri but Barbara did have a very perky set.  Because she always wore a top
when tanning, Barbara had some very attractive tan lines on her breasts.  Her
nipples were pink as is usual with blonds.  Those nipples also reacted to
exposure as had Terri's and were becoming erect the color changing from rose
pink to more blush red.

"Well Mark it looks like I'm not the only one who will be buying a new dress
for the wife."

"Dominic, turn about is fair play and Barbara needs some attitude adjustment
too."

Losing her bra snapped Barbara back into reality.  She looked down at herself
and tried to cover her breasts with her arm.  She looked over at Terri who was
now having a laugh at Barbara's expense.  In Terri's right hand was Barbara's
cream-colored bra being flaunted.

"Here honey you can have this back it's much too small  for me and I don't know
anyone who needs a training bra."

Terri flipped the bra to Barbara hitting her in the face with it.  That set
Barbara off.  She charged Terri.  The catfight was on.  Both women had handfuls
of each other's hair.  They wrestled standing for a moment but the footing on
the pearls was treacherous and they soon fell to the floor.  Terri had an
immediate advantage.  The waistband of Barbara's thong was easily accessible
not being covered by panty hose.  Terri got a grip on the waistband in the back
and pulled with all her strength.

"Oh oh ow ow, damnit let go of my panties."  Barbara screamed.

Barbara had to get the same advantage on Terry.  So she clawed with her nails
on Terri's panty hose to get to her thong.  She finally opened a hole and got
her fingers around the waistband.  Barbara found a grip and gave Terri wedgies
of her own.  Neither woman would give up their panty grip and quickly the
catfight came to a stalemate.

"It seems like the girls have reached a plateau."  Dominic said to Mark.

"It's time to break up this party as much as I hate to Dominic."

The husbands made their way up to the stage having to make their way through
the standing group of spectators.  Mark and Dominic walked up to Barbara and
Terri rolling on the floor.  Mark grabbed Terri by the wrist and broke her hold
on Barbara's panties.  Dominic did the same to Barbara and the fighters were
separated.  Back on their feet the women were quite the sight.  Hair a mess,
makeup smeared, nails broken, one shoe on one shoe off, topless and sweaty. 
Barbara's thigh highs were pulled down below her knees.  Her panties were so
far up between her butt cheeks it was hard to tell she was wearing any.  The
back of Terri's panty hose was completely destroyed exposing her ample cheeks. 
Her thong was buried deep as well.

Terri struggled against Mark who held her by her wrist.  "Let me go.  Dominic
tell him to let go of me.  Look what that bitch wife of his did to me.  She
should be punished."

"Terri I agree with you completely Barbara should be punished."  And with that
Dominic walked to one of the stage prop boulders dragging Barbara with him.

"Mark what is he doing.  Tell him to stop please Mark."

"Barbara I told you there would be repercussions if you didn't stop this
rivalry with Terri"

Dominic sat down on the rock and pulled Barbara over his lap.  Barbara's bottom
facing the audience.

"No you can't, I don't believe it, you're not going to spank me."  Barbara
protested

"You bet he is you little snot I hope he turns your butt red" Terri chimed in.

Dominic had Barbara in position and raised his right hand to deliver the first
spank.

"Hey Dominic!  Can you use this?"  Mark tossed a prop sword to him.

"Ha that's what I call laying the wood to her" Terri gloated.

"I'm glad you approve" Mark said

Bill Wilson then came out from stage last pushing a large chair decorated to
resemble a throne.  Mark pulled Terri over to the throne and sat down yanking
Terri across his lap.  The chair was positioned so Terri's bottom pointed to
the audience.

"WHAT your not going to spank me?  Dominic get over here help me."

"Darling it's time you put that lovely ass of yours to use."

Mark raised his hand in preparation to punish Terri's bottom.  Bill Wilson put
prop sword in his hand saying "Lay on a couple good ones for me."  Mark looked
over to Dominic and gave him a nod.  Swords contacted luscious bottoms and
wives were educated in new forms of marital relations.  Bill slowly lowered the
curtain on the site of two lovely butts becoming acquainted with the flat of
wooden swords.  Squeals of protest were mixed with the sound of wood meeting
firm flesh. Those in attendance that night had and experience to remember for
many years.  

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