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Subject: {ASSM} Teresa Scalia/Halloween Havoc (F/F stripping,spanking,catfight)
Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2002 08:10:02 -0400
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Teresa Scalia / Halloween Havoc

  Many months had passed, nearly a year since Teresa and Barbara clashed at the
Woman of the Year formal ball.  Terri's last humiliation actually had some
beneficial effects on her personality.  She was no longer the haughty,
domineering social diva.  She became courteous and attentive to others in her
social circle and no longer used leverage to gain her way.  The change was
noticed by others in this Connecticut town and was welcome.  Other changes were
taking place is well.  Barbara Anderson having gotten the upper hand on Teresa,
and causing her naked display one last time, moved into the role of alpha
female.  Surprisingly, Barbara was becoming more like Terri as Terri became
more like Barbara.  Barbara was more diplomatic in her dealings with others
than Terri ever was, but she had learned to assert herself.  The two women had
seldom crossed paths in several months.   In fact, Terri seldom attended
functions at the country club.   This changed at the country club Halloween
Fancy Dress Party.

  Barbara had gotten herself elected chairman of the country club entertainment
committee.  She was in control of all arrangements and activities for the
party.  The highlight of the event was to be the costume contest.  Barbara had
worked hard to obtain desirable prizes for the winners.  The grand prize for
the winning couple was a weekend at an exclusive ski resort in Vermont. 
Barbara knew she wasn't eligible to win the prize herself, but she certainly
wanted one of her friends to have that Vermont trip.

At the Scalia household, Dominic and Teresa were dressing for the party.

"Do you like costumes I selected?"  asked Terri.

"I feel like a damn fool," said Dominic. "Do I have to wear this nose all
night?"  Dominic was dressed as the storybook puppet who wished to become a
real boy.  Complete with a feather in his cap and green lederhosen.

"Of course you do, you're Pinocchio.  Don't tell any lies or it will grow, your
nose that is.  What do you think about my outfit?"

"I think you look wonderful, not really your usual style, but very attractive
nonetheless."

To complement Dominic's Pinocchio costume, Terri had elected to go as the "Blue
Fairy" from the same story.  Her gown was floor length, powder blue chiffon,
off the shoulder and showing just a little of Terri's ample cleavage.  Very
girly, girly with lots of crinoline.  Terri's hair was done in an up sweep and
she wore a small tiara.  Attached to the back of the gown was a small pair of
diaphanous fairy wings.  And of course, she carried a magic wand.

"We haven't been to the country club for a longtime Dominic, not since that
episode with Barbara at the Woman of the Year banquet."  Teresa said.

"I know Terri and I know why, but time has passed and I think everyone has
moved on."

"Well, I certainly hope so especially Barbara Anderson.  I just want to have a
fun evening with no problems."

"That's what I want too, but I'll tell you something, I've been very proud of
you the way you've handled yourself since that banquet.  Just remember you
don't have to take any guff Barbara Anderson, but be a lady and don't cause a
scene"

"I'll do my best Dominic, that woman will never get the best of me again."

"Terri I'm telling you, no scenes.  Understand?'

Meanwhile at the Anderson residence -- -- -- -- --..

"Velcome to my castle!"  said Mark Anderson, in his best Bela Lugosi dialect,
as he did a 180 turn flourishing his red lined vampire cape, "Let me feast upon
your blood!"  Mark playfully mouthed Barbara's neck from behind.

"Calm down Count.  We don't have time for any hanky-panky."

"But you look like such a sexy witch.  Where did you get this outfit?"

"I had it made for this occasion.  Do you think it's a little over the top?"

"No I think you look fine, just fine."

Barbara was indeed dressed as a sexy witch.  Clad entirely in black, Barbara's
dress had a high neckline and long sleeves.  However, the back was completely
open practically to her waist revealing a very attractive back and shoulders. 
The skirt portion was snug around her hips with the hemline just reaching mid
thigh.  Barbara shapely legs were encased in black hose and of course she wore
black heels.  To complete the ensemble Barbara put on a small, peaked witch's
hat and carried a small broom.

"Come on Mark, let's get going.  I want to check out a few things at the club
before the guests arrive."

Mark and Barbara arrived around 45 minutes before the official start.  Barbara
set about checking on decorations, catering, and entertainment.  Barbara's good
friend, Rhonda Miller, was there to assist.

"Rhonda, how is it going?  Everything coming together as planned?"

"I think we're in good shape," Rhonda replied.  "The DJ is set up and the
decorations look great.  I've got the prize envelopes here and the judges have
all confirmed."

"Great, looks like we'll pull this off in great fashion."  Barbara said.

"There's one thing I should tell you about.  I was going through the RSVPs and
I saw Mark and Teresa Scalia's name.  Just thought you should know your Italian
girlfriend might show up tonight."

"You're kidding!  They're actually going to come to this party?  I didn't think
she'd show her face in this club again.  Oh well, it's a free country and I
doubt if she'll act up."

"You never know about her, Barbara.  I'll keep my eye on her just in case." 
Rhonda volunteered.

"Okay that sounds like a plan.  Let's make sure we have a successful party and
that one of our friends gets that Vermont trip."

Rhonda and Barbara finished the final preparations with time to spare.  Barbara
met with the three judges that had been retained to rate the partygoers on
their costumes.   In the interest of impartiality, the judges were all from
out-of-town and did not know any of the competitors.  Barbara went over the
criteria the judges were to use and how to identify each entry.  Because some
entrants would be wearing masks it was decided to identify them by character
name or simple description.  Rhonda would be in charge of assisting the judges
in their work and tallying votes.

Guests began arriving.  Many had gone all-out with their outfits.  There were
the usual monsters and ghosts, some exquisite costumes from the French Court of
Louis XVI, Star Trek characters, both Star Fleet and Klingons and a few
storybook characters.  What stopped the show was the entrance of Pinocchio and
the Blue Fairy.  While Mark played his part as the puppet boy adequately, it
was Teresa as the Blue Fairy that got everyone's attention.  She looked simply
exquisite.  Perhaps slightly more womanly in shape than what most think a fairy
should look like, but a site to behold nonetheless.  The other guests soon
surrounded her.  Comments rang out on how it had been so long since they had
seen her and how lovely she looked this evening.  Teresa was somewhat taken
aback by all the positive attention.  The costume judges had taken full notice
of her as well and were marking their scorecards appropriately.  Rhonda Miller,
flitting around the judges, caught a look at their scores.  She couldn't
believe it.  Teresa was running away with the competition.  She had to find
Barbara and inform her about what was going on.

Rhonda searched for Barbara and found her and Mark near the DJ stand.

"Barbara I've got to talk to you.  This is important.  Teresa Scalia is going
to win the costume contest.  I got a look at the scorecards and there's no one
even close."

"Oh no that can't be!  I don't want her waltzing in here and walking off with
that Vermont trip."  Barbara said.

"So what," Mark inter-ejected "if she wins the prize fair and square, so be
it."

"Mark I'm not going to let that happen.  She's not winning that prize."

"Barbara I'm giving you fair warning, do not cause any problems tonight with
Terri Scalia."

"Come on Rhonda let's see where Terri is."  Barbara said as she walked away
from Mark ignoring his warning.

"I think I saw her out on the veranda before I came to find you."

Barbara and Rhonda started their reconnaissance.  Sure enough Terri and Dominic
were on the veranda having a drink and conversation with two other couples. 
Terri had her back to the railing, not quite up against it, and was facing the
main ballroom.

 From their vantage point, Barbara and Rhonda could see where Terri was without
being noticed.  Barbara surveyed the situation and formulated a plan.

"We've got 15 minutes until the Grand Promenade.  That's when the judges will
make their final selection.  I've got to come up with something to keep her
from winning."  said Barbara.  "Are those long shears still in the utility
room?"

"Yes they are, I know right where they're at.  What have you got in mind?" 
wondered Rhonda.

"Go get those shears and bring them back here to me.  Then I want you to go up
to the veranda and keep Terri occupied with some of your sparkling
conversation, okay?"

"Okay I guess, but be careful.  Mark warned you not to cause problems."

"Don't worry about Mark, I can handle him.  Remember now, when you're talking
to Terri, try to keep one eye on me.  Keep her facing you with her back to the
railing and don't let her leave until I give you the signal.  Okay?"

"All right Barbara, good luck."

Rhonda did as instructed and delivered the shears to Barbara.  Rhonda then made
her way through the main hall and out to veranda.  Barbara crept around the
building to the outside of the veranda right behind Terri.  The veranda deck
was raised four feet above ground level.  Barbara looked around for something
to stand on to accomplish what she had in mind.  Fortunately for her there was
an empty bucket just under the deck.  The lighting on the deck was subdued and
the sound level from the music in the main hall filtered out through the open
doors making conversation a little difficult, but masking any other noise.

Barbara kept a low profile just peaking over the deck floor, watching for
Rhonda to show up.  Rhonda swept through the doors and walked directly up to
Terri as if she found a long lost friend.

"Teresa dear, it's so good to see you.  My gosh it's been ages!"  Rhonda
gushed.

"Why hello Rhonda, nice to see you, how have you been?"

"I'm going to get us a couple more drinks.  Rhonda do you want anything?"

"No thank you Dominic, I'm fine."

Dominic walked back into the main hall toward the bar.

While Rhonda and Terri engaged in small talk, Barbara set her plan into action.
 Standing on the bucket she took the shears, starting at the hem on the right
side, slowly and cautiously began making a vertical cut on Terri's dress.  She
didn't dare tug on the fabric lest Terri be alerted to what was going on. 
Rhonda kept looking over Terri shoulder to see if Barbara was making a
progress.  Rhonda had to stifle laugh when she realized what Barbara was up to.
 Barbara completed the first cut, traveling from the hem nearly to the waist
then across the back and down the left side.  She deftly lowered the fabric but
was disappointed at the results.  She signaled Rhonda to keep talking.

"And where did to get this lovely dress?  It really becomes you."  Rhonda told
Terri.

What Barbara hadn't counted on were the layers of crinoline beneath the dress
fabric.  Again as stealth fully as possible, Barbara reached with her left-hand
and compressed the crinoline as she worked the shears, being extremely cautious
not to accidentally touch the woman underneath or tug on the fabric.

"Rhonda, I think I'll go back in and find Dominic before the final costume
judging starts."

Rhonda looked down at Barbara who was vigorously shaking her head No!

"Oh you've got plenty of time.  Tell me about Dominic Jr., how is he doing in
school this year?"

Terri accommodated Rhonda's inquiry about Dominic Jr.  All the while Barbara
was snipping away on the crinoline petticoats.  The music faded away and the DJ
made an announcement: "Ladies and gentlemen, please assemble in the main hall
for the Grand Promenade.

"Rhonda it's been nice visiting with you, but I really must find Dominic." 
With that Terri step toward the door to the main hall.  Barbara made the last
cut just as Terri stepped away from the railing.  Barbara threw the cut fabric
to the ground and admired her work as Terri walked away.

Barbara had completely removed the back of Terri's gown from the hem nearly to
the waist, revealing Terri's very shapely and famous derriere encased in pale
blue sheer pantyhose.  Terri's outfit was so color coordinated that her French
cut panties were just a slightly darker shade of blue.

As soon as Terri was out of earshot, Barbara and Rhonda broke into peals of
laughter.

"Well that should take care of it."  Barbara told Rhonda.  "I don't believe
she'll be taking any prizes home tonight."

"Oh Barbara, we are wicked."  Rhonda snickered.

"Come on, let's get a drink and a good vantage point so we can watch the fun."

Barbara and Rhonda walked around the corner of the veranda and entered the main
hall through a side door.  Teresa found Dominic on his way back to the veranda
with drinks in hand.

"Would all those competing in the costume contest please gather at the end of
the hall by the DJ stand.  Final judging will commence in a few moments with
the Grand Promenade."  Announced the DJ.

Dominic and Terri walked to the opposite end of the hall to take their place in
line for the judging.  Terri noticed that several people were intently looking
them over as they moved through the hall.  She was sure they were admiring her
and Dominic's outfits.  What she wasn't sure about was the snickering and
chuckles she was hearing.  

Those who weren't competing gathered on either side of the hall forming the
promenade.  The contestants then were to walk down the promenade toward the
judges at the opposite end.  After presenting to the judges, the contestants
did a turn and acknowledged all the observers.

Dominic and Teresa began their walk.  The laughter grew louder behind the
couple as they moved ahead.  Teresa felt a cool breeze on the back of her legs
and on her bottom.

Teresa whispered to Dominic "Dominic, do you feel a draft?"

Dominic, intent on playing the role of Pinocchio, wasn't paying much attention
answered "What?  Draft?  No I was exempted."

As Dominic and Teresa made their walk, Barbara took a position at the beginning
to observe the effects of her mischief.  Standing with her hands on her hips
between the rows of spectators, Barbara could see Terri's embarrassment unfold
before her eyes.

Mark stepped up beside Barbara "Is this some of your doing?"

"You bet it is.  She was running away with a contest and I was about to let her
have that grand prize.  I think this should take care of a chance she had a
winning."  Barbara declared.

"I told you not the start anything.  We'll discuss this later, but I am not
happy."

By now the Scalia's had reached the end of the walk and made their turn before
the judges.  The laughter had grown and a few catcalls rang out.  As Teresa
turned her back to the judges three pairs of eyes grew noticeably in diameter. 
The judges of course were all male and could appreciate the uninhibited view
they were getting of Terri's stocking clad legs and bottom.  By now the
laughter had grown raucous.  Terri still had no clue what the source was of all
the laughter.  She looked down to the opposite end of the hall and saw Barbara
Anderson laughing with gusto.  Just when she saw Barbara one of the judges, an
older gentlemen who still had a sense of chivalry, tapped her on the shoulder
and whispered in her ear 

"Dear, I think you should check the back of your dress."

"What?  The back of my what?"  Teresa asked becoming a little flustered.

Teresa's right hand slid around her thigh and felt behind her right leg.  Her
hand waved around trying to find the dress fabric that Barbara had removed. 
The fabric being gone her hand found her exposed derriere.  She quickly turned
her head to try and view the damage.  She also pivoted on her heels and
afforded the crowd another view of her exposure.

"Oh no!  What's happened my dress?"

Teresa tried to cover herself while attempting to face away from the crowd and
preventing them from seeing her.  Teresa's obvious embarrassment fueled more
raucous laughter.  Dominic try to assist her, but was more of a hindrance than
anything.  It her struggles Teresa again looked at the end of the hall and saw
Barbara double over in laughter.

"That bitch Barbara was responsible for this.  We'll see who thinks this is
funny."

Terri started to go after Barbara, but Dominic grabbed her by the arm.

"Terri don't start anything.  The damage is done let's leave."

"She started it and I'm not going to let go" Terri said with mounting anger.

Terri made another move for Barbara, but Dominic held fast.

"Come on now, cool off."

"I will not cool off, take your hands off me!"

With that Terri pulled her arm free of Dominic's grasp and started towards
Barbara.  Dominic made a dive toward her as she strode away.  Falling to the
floor, all Dominic could grip was the remains of Terri's dress.  Terri felt
something tug on her as she swiftly walked, but she was not going to be
stopped.  The pull grew stronger as Dominic held on.  Terri pulled back and
spun against the force trying to slow her.  The result being the remaining
skirt was ripped from the bodice.  To say the least, the crowd roared with this
development.  Terri never looked down and didn't realize that she was now
completely exposed from the waist down.  She quickly walked up to Barbara who
is nearly in tears from laughter.

"You think this is so funny.  Did you have anything to do with sabotaging my
dress?"

Barbara head to compose her self before she could answer.  "Well Terri darling,
to be honest I did do a slight alteration, but I think you in your husband have
taken it a step further"

"A step further?  What do you mean?"  Terri responded.  Another cool breeze
swirled around Terri.  This time she felt it all-around her below the waist. 
She looked down and discovered her skirt was completely gone.

"Oh my God!"  She screamed and tried to cover herself with her hands.  Barbara
began laughing and pointing at Terri.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mrs. Scalia has once again become uncovered!"

The crowd began applauding, laughing with a few loud wolf whistles.  Barbara
took a turn and acknowledged the audience.  Unfortunately Barbara had failed to
learn something in her past conflicts with Teresa Scalia, and that is not to
turn her back on her.  Terri looked up and saw Barbara facing away while
pointing at Terri drawing attention to her humiliation.  Terri made her move
grasping Barbara's dress at the bottom of the low cut back.  Terri pulled
straight down and back, opening the zipper and splitting the seam.  Two more
strong tugs opened the seam completely and now Barbara was facing some unwanted
exposure.  With the seam open Terri put both hands on one side a began
stripping the whole dress from Barbara.  Barbara defended herself as bet she
could, but Terri had the advantage.  With one last yank, Terri had the entire
dress in her hands.

Barbara stood for a moment in shock, then looked down and assessed the damage. 
Because of the low cut back her dress was designed with, Barbara had declined
to wear a bra.  She had elected, however, to wear a very sheer black lace thong
under her black pantyhose.  Barbara tried to cover her breasts with her hands. 
She also squeezed her knees together and crouched trying to cover up.  Now it
was Teresa's turn to have a laugh.

"Mrs. Anderson, having a modesty crisis?  I am so so sorry."

Barbara could not tolerate the vision of Teresa Scalia laughing and taunting
her.  Barbara rose and stood straight up, not concerned about covering herself.
 She took three steps towards Teresa.  Teresa not thinking that Barbara would
try something stood her ground and continued her laughter.  Face-to-face with
Terri, Barbara put each hand inside the neckline of Terri's top and pulled. 
The adrenaline must have been flowing or the construction of this dress was
faulty, because Barbara cleanly pulled it away from Terri.  This left Terri
standing in a powder blue bra that matched her panties.  Before Terri could
react, Barbara grabbed her and started working on the hooks of her bra. 
Barbara got one hook free and struggled with the others.  Finally she ripped
the hooks loose and
threw the bra on the floor.  Terri didn't hesitate to try and cover her 36 Cs. 
She charged forward grabbing Barbara's hair.

Mark Anderson walked up beside Dominic Scalia and put his hand on his shoulder.
 "Dom, how long are we going to let this crap continue?"

"Mark you are absolutely right.  It's bad enough to girls want to humiliate
each other, but it makes you and I look absolutely stupid for tolerating such
bad behavior."

"I think it's time we take matters into our own hands, if you catch my drift?"

"I read you five by five, let's go."

By now the combatants, finding it difficult to maintain balance while wearing
high heels a hardwood floor, were both rolling on the floor trading slaps and
hair pulls.  Both were too occupied to notice that a couple of chairs had been
pulled out on the floor near them.  Barbara felt something grab her arm and
lift her to her feet.  She had lost both shoes and suffered a couple rips in
her hose.  As Mark raised her by her upper arm, Barbara arched her back and
unconsciously thrust her chest out.  Evidently the exertion and/or the
excitement of her fight with Terri caused some major stimulation to her
nipples.  They were fully erect with a definite red blush.

As she fell Barbara move away from her, Terri started to rise on her own.  She
soon felt a hand grip her by the upper arm.  Terri as well had lost both shoes,
her pantyhose was a wreck with several tears especially around the seat. 
Evidently that was a focus of Barbara's attack.  As Terri stood up breathing
heavily, her breasts heaved.  She too was showing some signs of excitement. 
Her nipples were on high beam and were pointing skyward.  Dominic led her over
to one of the to chairs placed in the middle of the floor.

"Dominic let's get out of here.  Give me something to cover up with."

"Just a minute my darling, there's some business to attend to."

Mark pulled Barbara over to the other chair, which was sitting, face-to-face.

"What he talking about?  Business to attend to.  Let me go.  I want to leave."

"Ladies," Mark announced, "this feud between the two of you ends tonight.  You
degrade yourselves and you degrade Dominic and I.  In view of that Dominic and
I have decided it its degradation you see then we'll supply it.  Dominic shall
we began?"

"By all means Mr. Anderson, the ladies shall now assume the position!"

With that Mark and Dominic seated themselves in the chairs and pulled their
wives across their laps.  The chairs were arranged in such a manner that
Barbara and Terri had a view from about 1 ft. of each other's bottom.

"No no no you're not spanking me Mark.  Not in front of that bitch!"

"Oh yes my lovely this is where it all ends."

"Dominic let me up, I'm not going to take this!"

"Yes you are going to take it and I think you may be taking it more often in
the future."

Mark observed that Barbara's bottom was still protected by hose and her lace
thong.  First thing he pulled on the waistband of the pantyhose bearing
Barbara's round bottom.  The thong followed in short order giving the assembled
partygoers a real view.  Terri looked to her right and saw Barbara's bared
behind wiggling to escape.

"I'm in enjoying watching your ass get blistered."

No sooner had Terri said that then Dominic ripped was left of her hose away
from her bottom and lowered her panties.  The assembled crowd was treated to
another view of Terri's magnificent ass.  Barbara was afforded a similar view
of Terri.

"Not as much as I will seeing that big Italian bottom turn red."

Dominic looked at Mark and Mark nodded his approval.  Hands were raised and the
spanking of the unruly wives began.  Barbara tried to suffer in silence.  Mark
was an adept spanker and soon had Barbara's skin tone a bright pink.  Finally
Barbara broke her silence.

"Oh God Mark, please stop I can't take please."

"Just a few more so you will remember this evening."

Terri was more vocal and protested loudly.  Her bottom was turning red after
the fourth spank.  Dominic was a typical Italian husband and had been counseled
by his father in these matters.

"Ow, ow, ow ow, damnit Dominic let me up.  Ow damn you!"

"Be quiet and take what's coming to you.  You've earned this."

After the application of about 20 spanks to both ladies the husbands ceased. 
Both women stood with hands covering their bottoms feeling some heat and
checking for damage.

"Now we will be going home and remember what when on here tonight."  Said Mark

"Like he said," Dominic told Teresa "remember this, it can happen again."

The husbands led their now contrite wives out of the country club and into cars
with no accommodation for their state of attire.  As they left applause broke
out in the hall in appreciation for the husbands taking control of their wives.

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