Pantsing and Stripping Forums

AN: This story is set in the same universe, based around an amateur Musical Society, as my other stories, cos I'm lazy and can't think of new characters. These stories are in the archive sub-forum.

But it is not necessary to read them (and they are long), as I've tried to ensure I've deposited enough character and scene description in the dialogue of this one that you can piece together the important facts about people. Previous incidents are referenced in passing a couple of times, all you really need to know is that Marie & Lisa rendered each other topless in front of people, and that Marie has been naked in front of people a couple of extra times since.

Raiment of Asmodeus Entry - Stephen's Stripping Spree Chapter 1

“Alice,” Chris said. “There's just something about the way she carries herself.”
“Ha!” Alan answered. “I can see it alright, but too bad for you she's gay.”
“What?”
“She's a lesbian mate. She came out two months ago. Didn't you know?”
“Hey guys what's up?” Stephen said, as he trotted towards the other teenage boys still in the Musical Society, as they waited for the first rehearsal of the summer to start. 'The Council of Four' they called themselves. Nearly all their male peers had gotten bored of the Musical Society and left, but Stephen, Chris, Alan & Matty remained.
“Yearly Council is being held on the girl we want the most,” Alan replied. “I'll go Anna. What about you, Steve-o?”
“Well Marie, obviously,” Stephen answered looking towards the girls, who were gathered around Lisa, the society's diminutive 20something dance captain and choreographer as she was discussing songs and dances. Marie stood out among them for her bronze-red hair, super pale complexion and short stature. She was at least 3 inches shorter than the other main cast girls, apart from Lisa, but in every other size measurement was far superior. Especially in the chest department, where her double-Ds were absolutely huge on her short figure. A neatly curved butt and hips partly balanced her out, but not completely. She was the best looking girl in the Society.
“Dude,” Alan scolded. “I know she's hot, but it's the girl you actually want the most. Not the pair of tits you wanna smash your face into the most. Besides, after her 'little show' last summer, she's lost some allure for me.”
“What's wrong with her?” Stephen asked.
“Aside from how she looks, pretty much everything. Have you ever talked to her for five minutes? There's nothing between the ears mate, and she has her head up her own arse.”
“I talk to her all the time, she's not that bad.”
“When have you ever talked to her?” Matty asked, incredulously.
“Free period in our last week of school!” Stephen retorted.
“That was a month ago.”
“And I talked to her on the beach last week! She's into Game of Thrones...”
“Wow, 5 years ago wants its popular series back,” Alan observed. “You haven't really got a thing for her, have you?”
“No...” Stephen lied. Ever since Marie's brief flirt with him a year ago, he absolutely did have a thing for her. “I just think she's alright, that's all.”
“Whatever dude. There's no point in trying anything with her. She thinks she belongs in Hollywood or Broadway, she won't date anyone from this shithole of a town.”
“OKAY EVERYONE!” James, The Producer unknowingly interrupted their conversation. “Let's get to work. First rehearsal of a new show! We have a lot of stuff to get through this evening!”

Three and a half hours later, everyone was slowly milling out of the Community Hall. Rehearsal done. Stephen had spent quite a bit of it thinking about Marie, who being a lead, had been on stage for nearly the entire rehearsal whilst ensemble characters like himself and only been on in fits and starts. Giving him plenty of time to admire her from a distance. Distance sucked.
With everything over, he found himself in the rear corridor, waiting for Chris to come out of the bathroom.
“Fuck it,” he said quietly to himself. “I'm gonna ask her out. Maybe she knows you think she's thick Alan, and just won't date you.”
“See ya Stephen,” Marie chirped as she walked by him, having seemingly appeared from nowhere.
Shit! Had she heard him muttering to himself? Didn't seem so as she absent mindedly pranced towards the rear exit. Stephen wished he had more time to steel himself up, but there she was, right on cue. A sign maybe?
"M-Marie.." Stephen stuttered.
"Yo?" Marie replied, turning back towards him.
"Do.. do you wanna..." The words wouldn't come out. His chest felt tight as he gazed at the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She was wearing a pink tank top and black skirt, with black tights. Although the skin was largely covered, her clothes were virtually skin-tight, ensuring Stephen knew exactly what shape all of her curves were.
“Hm?” Marie looked at him quizzically.
"D-do you wanna do something together?" he eventually managed. "Like... sometime..."
"What do you mean?"
"A date!" he blurted.
"Oh..." Marie answered, biting her lower lip and looking away from him slightly.
Stephen knew straight away the answer was going to be no. But he stood frozen in place anyway, waiting for her next words.
“I don't think..."
"Yeah... I shouldn't have..."
"No no no! It's not cause of you... it's just... I don't really want a boyfriend right now. I'm going to be in college next year and it wouldn't work."
"I... ok..."
Marie walked up to him and gently put her hands on his shoulders. "Sorry..." she murmured half heartedly before turning away and making her exit out the rear door.
"College..." Stephen said to himself. Was it really that, or was Alan right and Marie simply thought herself too good for anyone in their small tourist town?

The next rehearsal was awkward for Stephen as he tried to avoid being too near Marie, except when they were on stage. Plus his mates quizzed him every now and then about his shitty mood, and quite obviously he didn't want to admit to them that Alan was right. The whole thing was painfully obvious to most of the adults in the Society. But hormone based drama was nothing new in a Musical Society that traditionally had a strong teen cast, and everyone just got on with it.

But that Saturday evening would put him in a worse mood.
“Arf!” Ozzy, Stephen's labradoodle cross placed his front paws on his owner's knee, and looked up at him in askance.
“Ugh...” Stephen replied, still not in the best of form following the rejection from Marie. “Can I get out of this without walking you?”
Ozzy cocked his head slightly to the left in expectation.
“Mom, do I have time to walk Ozzy?”
“Yeah, I won't have dinner ready until 8!” she shouted back from the adjacent room.
“Come on then big guy...”

A five minute walk put him at the back the sand dunes overlooking the less popular of the town's two stretches of beach. The main one would be thronged with tourists. He rounded a corner onto a well worn path and found himself facing Marie. She was dressed in a blue and black bikini top, leaving a scandalous amount of cleavage on display, and a pair of shorts. Her friend Rebecca was with her.
“Eh.. hi?” Stephen managed, he tried his best not to stare blankly at her chest.
“Heh...” Marie quickly brushed past him on the narrow path, practically dragging Rebecca with her.
“What was that about?” Rebecca asked as they disappeared around the corner.

A few minutes later he sat sulking just below the summit of a sand dune. Ozzy, off the leash, was busily digging a hole a few meters away. Fair enough, he'd kept a bit of distance from her in the rehearsal, but she'd practically looked right through him just now. Did she need to be that cold when they practically bumped into each other? She could've been at least been polite.
“Arf!” Ozzy yapped. He seemed to be trying to take something out of the sand.
"Hey. What'd you find?" Stephen asked as Ozzy picked up something from the hole he'd just dug in his teeth.
"Bad dog! Don't fucking eat that! Give!" The dog dropped a small metal object in the sand on the latter command. Stephen crouched down and picked it up. It was a black gold ring with a yellow stone in it. The stone had a black mark down the middle, which made it look like the eye of an animal.
Stephen stared at it for nearly 30 seconds. He couldn't put the sensation into words, even in his own mind, but the ring seemed to be calling to him somehow, compelling him to wear it. As soon as he put it on the ring finger of his left hand, he felt a tense surge run through his body. It was like the tingling excitement that came with doing something he shouldn't, like trying to take a quick glance in through the girl's changing room door as one of them came in or out, or watching a girl changing on the beach, hoping for a slip. But it was a hundred times more intense.
“What in the?” he gasped.
Almost as soon as it had come on him, the excited feeling dissipated. He looked at the ring, confused. He was certain he hadn't imagined that. He went to take it off, but as he touched with his right hand, he again felt a compulsion, this time to leave it on.
“C'mon Oz...” he murmured, before putting the dog back on his leash and resuming his walk.

As he walked across the top of the next dune, he saw Lisa down on the beach below, crouched over, rifling through her backpack, with her back to him. Her slim, toned figure was wrapped in a towel and her long dark hair was hanging down her back, soaked through. She'd been in the water for an early evening swim. This stretch of beach otherwise appeared deserted, and Stephen had always thought Lisa had a nice butt. So he slowed to a trot and eventually stopped to watch her.

His left hand started to feel warm and tingly. The ring. He raised his hand to his face and looked at the ring, and in an instant, he understood what it was telling him.
"No way..." he murmured to himself.
The yellow stone on the ring appeared to glow slightly in response.
He extended his quivering left arm, the ring aimed squarely at Lisa's ass, and envisioned the towel flipping up. And incredibly, it did, exposing Lisa's lower half. Her bikini bottoms prevented a proper exposure of her pert, round ass, but the shock of the flip he'd wished for actually happening stunned Stephen. He staggered backwards for a few steps, almost falling down the other side of the dune.
"Hey!" Lisa yelled, furiously looking around to see who'd flipped her towel, but saw no one as Stephen had slid just out of sight. "What the hell?"
"Oh fuck..." Stephen gasped in disbelief looking at the ring. His whole body was on fire with excitement and his cock had stiffened a bit. That had to just be coincidence? Hadn't it? Or was this thing really magical? As the surprise and rush of excitement subsided, he felt some disappointment that he hadn't really seen anything because of Lisa's bikini. He was certain her shoulders were bare, maybe she was topless under the towel? Slowly, he slinked back to his previous position.
Lisa was taking a last look around before she crouched back down and fished a t-shirt out of her bag, obviously planning to dress quickly.
"I don't have to settle for that, do I?" Stephen thought. Once again he pointed the ring at Lisa, but this time he used it to blow her towel clean away.
"Ah!" she exclaimed, reflexively reaching out for the towel and chasing it for a couple of steps. Sure enough she didn't have a top on, giving Stephen a brief peek at her the side of her pert breast as she turned to chase the towel. She wasn't particularly well endowed, but she was so slim that the curves stood out on her figure, and they bounced lightly as she ran.
"More!" Stephen said to himself and the ring obliged, pushing the towel further away from Lisa. He was fully hard already. Seeing a girl scamper after her clothing in a desperate attempt to cover herself was a new level of arousal for him over and above seeing girls naked or being fucked in porn. He didn't even have that a good a view of her body, side on and from a distance. He'd gotten a better look at her that time Marie had pulled her dress. But there was a perversion to what he was doing that caused a tense, aroused sensation deep inside him. He shouldn't be doing this and he knew it. Yet he craved more.
Lisa looked at the towel in disbelief as it skipped away from her again, before she regained the presence of mind to run back for her t-shirt. In doing so, she didn't realise she was showing much more of her breasts to Stephen. Now he could clearly make out her small, light brown nipples, slightly erect from the cool evening air.
"Oh no you don't," Stephen said as Lisa reached towards her t-shirt. He pointed the ring at her and it did the rest, pushing Lisa's t-shirt away from her and out of her grasp.
"No way!" she yelled, putting her arm across her chest. "ROB! HELP ME!"
Uh oh. Stephen had been concentrating on Lisa so much that he hadn't noticed her boyfriend, Rob, was still swimming in the sea. And on hearing the call for help he started advancing rapidly towards the shore. Rob had always been a fairly big guy, and since he'd started dating Lisa he'd hit the gym and gone from regular meaty to 'brick shithouse' territory. There was no way Stephen was going risk that he'd somehow, as impossible as it seemed, realise that Stephen was responsible for his girlfriend's plight, and unleash an arse kicking. He quickly jogged down the back of the dune and out of sight, practically dragging poor Ozzy by the collar in the process.

"What's wrong!?" Rob shouted as he scampered towards his girlfriend.
"Get my towel, please," Lisa responded as she started putting her t-shirt on. She'd easily caught up with it once Stephen was no longer there to push it. "It kept blowing away."
"Yeah sure," he headed towards the now stationary towel. As he reached it he realised something. "Lisa... there's no wind."
"I know that! But something blew my towel away. And then my t-shirt."
"Something..?" Rob asked.
“Something!” Lisa snapped. “Trust me on this. I did not drop it.”
“Okay... something. At least it looks like no one saw you.”
“Yeah... a bird or something must've grabbed it...”

Running from Arnold Schwarze-Robert was probably a smart choice considering the rings aren't allowed to assist their hosts in combat at all. Statistically speaking, over the last 3,250 years there's a good chance at least one host was lost due to a bad case of "fucked around and found out".

It should be interesting to see how Stephen uses his Movement power once he gets the hang of it, considering how much he enjoyed the bare minimum of what it can do.

The ring is exceptionally powerful in terms of the humiliation it can generate. Theoretically, Stephen could use it to rip all the girls' costumes off in the middle of a dance on the opening night of the show, and then force them to continue dancing naked. But that could give the game away that something supernatural was up. One girl appearing to lose a costume and then being so shocked that she just keeps dancing on autopilot is somewhat plausible, but several of them at once? The ring mightn't let him do that in order to avoid detection.

On the other hand if he uses it here and there on one girl at a time in rehearsals for his own viewing pleasure, there's far less public humiliation (although the ring feeds off the ringbearer's excitement and not the victim's embarrassment - assuming I've read the instructions right), and at some point girls could start quitting the show. Would you keep going to a place where all your clothes mysteriously fall off all the time? Props and such would be needed to make things look accidental.

Balance is key and that provides an interesting challenge to write. Definitely have a few ways I can do this. It's a really good contest prompt.

Sad Ken wrote: ↑Sun Sep 04, 2022 12:27 pm But that could give the game away that something supernatural was up. One girl appearing to lose a costume and then being so shocked that she just keeps dancing on autopilot is somewhat plausible, but several of them at once? The ring mightn't let him do that in order to avoid detection.

The rings all have a passive effect which reduces people noticing that things aren't natural. I think I mentioned that somewhere in the original thread. Most of the time people experiencing or watching the effects of the rings will just think something weird or odd is going on. The rings even screw up recording devices if needed.

The exception is if someone's free will is overruled, which the Movement Ring can do easily (it can pilot a person like a puppet). Anybody being moved around will notice that something supernatural is happening for sure. The people watching won't usually, unless they're floating or something like that.

And while the rings want to avoid large-scale attention, a stage play and it's actors/audience are not nearly big enough of a group for the rings to worry about. It wouldn't stop that sort of hijinks. On a planet of billions, a few dozen or even hundred are no big deal.

Sad Ken wrote: ↑Sun Sep 04, 2022 12:27 pm (although the ring feeds off the ringbearer's excitement and not the victim's embarrassment - assuming I've read the instructions right),

The rings feed off of everyone nearby. The Ringbearer, the embarrassed, the witnesses, everyone. Anybody experiencing sexual feelings, arousal, or shame of any kind is fed upon. This is why the rings prefer public embarrassment plots since it's a big feast for them. They only take tiny bits from people at a time to avoid Heaven detecting them, so the people being fed off of won't even notice.

Raiment of Asmodeus Entry - Stephen's Stripping Spree Chapter 2

That night, Stephen sat on his bed, looking at the ring atop his bedside locker. The surge of perverted excitement he'd felt playing with Lisa had left him quickly, almost if it had been sucked away. That being said, being a teenage boy, he still had no problem getting hard again and rubbing one out as soon as he got the chance. He'd later looked up some ENF porn, but even though the vids were much more explicit in terms of nudity, it was so sterile and staged compared to what he'd experienced earlier in the evening that it did little for him.

“What are you?” he asked.
The stone in the ring glowed. Stephen took a deep breath and put it on. A rush of images flooded his mind as the ring showed him snippets of its history. Clothes literally flying off young men and women's bodies in front of massed crowds with the victims crying out in embarrassment and terror. But there was more, people marching naked, in a mechanical, puppeteered fashion, yelling about how they couldn't stop, and others being forced into embarrassing spreadeagle positions.

“You did all that?” he said as the images faded and he was back in his room looking at the ring on his finger. His mind immediately turned to Marie. She'd pay for refusing him. The ring could make all her clothes fly off, or even force her to strip totally naked on stage and hold her there, with nothing and no one to stop the show this time. And why limit himself to Marie? Alice probably looked good naked, ditto Anna, Rebecca and half the chorus. Especially the new girl Elle. For someone willing to go on stage, she seemed really shy and reserved off it. She'd probably freak out entirely if she was stripped in front of people.

His thoughts turned darker. Maybe it could strip and hold a girl in place somewhere other than on the stage, somewhere private, where he could do what he wanted with her. Just as he started to feel ashamed from allowing his thoughts to cross a line, he felt a painful sensation in his left hand, like burning combined with an electric shock.
“Agh!” he quickly pulled the ring off and threw it on the floor. It glowed angrily at him for a few seconds. The message was clear: Spectacle only. Nothing physical. He picked it back up and put it on his locker, before settling down to sleep.

The next rehearsal was Monday, and with all day Sunday to think about what to do with the ring, Stephen had a game plan – of sorts. Lisa had essentially been on her own on the beach, he needed to see what would happen if he used the ring with a lot more people around. The visions he had been shown on Saturday night suggested very few limits to the ring's power, but he wasn't willing to go straight for broke with it until he had some confidence he wouldn't be caught.

Something simple: Just remove an item of clothing from a girl whilst she was on stage doing a scene. And his preferred target was Marie.

It didn't take long for him to spot her as the cast ambled around chatting to each other, waiting for rehearsal to start. She was wearing the same short black skirt that hugged her butt she'd worn in the opening rehearsal. Tonight she combined it with a tight white t-shirt, and wasn't wearing any tights. Stephen wanted to strip her right there and then, but he knew it was better to wait until she was on stage with more attention on her. But he still yearned to do something to her in the moment. He turned his body so his left hand, with the ring, was pointed at her.

“Ah!” Marie exclaimed suddenly. “Son of a bitch!”
“What's wrong?” Rebecca asked.
“I think the clasp on my bra just broke. This is a new one too.”
“Here let me look, maybe you didn't fasten it properly.”
Rebecca moved in behind Marie and put her hands up her friend's back and started trying to close her bra again. But she couldn't get the hooks to latch into the eyes properly.
“This isn't fastening, Marie,” she eventually said. “Your boobs must've gotten bigger again.”
“Ugh,” Marie sighed. “They've been the same size for months. I just bought a piece of crap. And it wasn't cheap either.”
“Let's go get a better look,” Rebecca suggested.
The two of them trotted towards the dressing rooms.
“Rebecca!” Lisa called out. “Can you come here a sec, I need to go over 'I Will Follow Him' with you and Elle before you end up crashing into each other in the middle of it.”
“I'll catch up with you,” Rebecca said to Marie. Marie nodded and voiced some sort of monosyllabic acknowledgement as she kept walking out.
Marie. On her own. In the dressing room. Stephen wasn't turning down a chance for an extra peek over and above the test he'd planned tonight. As the redhead disappeared out the side stage door, Stephen used the ring to knock over a stack of chairs at the other end of the auditorium, so everyone was looking the other way when he followed her.

Marie sat down in the otherwise empty dressing room in front of an ancient dresser. The door to the dressing room silently unlatched and opened just a little bit, not enough for Marie to notice, but enough to allow Stephen to watch. Her back was to him, but he could see her from the front in the free standing mirror sat on the dresser. Marie pulled her arm inside of her t-shirt to slip her bra off. Although as there was no one else in the room with her, she wasn't particularly careful about it, briefly flashing her tits to the mirror as she removed the bra. Frustratingly, the flash was just out of Stephen's field of vision because of how the mirror was tilted. He briefly cursed his luck, but then remembered what he was wearing on his left hand.

“Huh?” A soft creak caused Marie to look up suddenly. She scrutinised the mirror a few seconds before shrugging, not noticing that Stephen had changed the angle. Now he could see nearly all the way down to her waist. And most importantly, her oversized breasts were now right in the middle of the mirror from his point of view.

Marie resumed fiddling with the clasp of her bra, trying in vain to get it to fasten. The ring had bent the hooks just enough to make that impossible.
“C'mon...” she grumbled as she started trying to bend them back into place. “I'm gonna bounce around way too much without this...”
Stephen gently rubbed himself over his jeans. Marie's t-shirt hugged the contours of her breasts perfectly, but despite the white colour, nothing extra could be seen now that she was bare under it. The ring tingled on his hand and Stephen's breath shortened. He had the power to remove that t-shirt at any time. This was the bravest thing he'd attempted with the ring so far. There was no way this could be mistaken for wind or a freak accident, and Marie was only a few feet away from him. There was a chance she might discover him. Yet he could feel the ring demanding the exposure. And he wanted it too.

“Lift the top,” he mouthed.
The hem of Marie's t-shirt slowly started climbing up her stomach and sides. Inch after inch of her pale skin was revealed. He'd seen Marie topless before. And just this Saturday, seen her in a bikini top without any physical reaction, but watching her slowly be revealed to him in this manner caused him to harden fully as the t-shirt passed her navel. He began to squeeze his cock through his jeans as the t-shirt reached the bottom of Marie's breasts. She hadn't reacted, still focused on fixing her bra clasp. The t-shirt stopped, half of it bunched up under Marie's boobs. The anticipation was killing Stephen. Was the ring teasing him, or did it need extra will to pull the t-shirt past those massive tits?

“C'mon,” Stephen urged, closing his eyes for a second and envisioning two massive boobs popping out from under that white material. Whatever the reason, it was enough and the t-shirt began to inch upwards again, coming off the bottom of her breasts. It slowly lifted further and further until the bottom of her large, pale pink areaolae were visible. Most of the weight of her breasts wasn't supported by the t-shirt anymore and they drooped ever so slightly as it continued to slowly creep upwards.

So close to seeing Marie's nipples, Stephen unbuckled his belt to give himself room to get his hand into his pants. He felt like he was ready to explode. When the t-shirt finally passed the nipple, he had to bite his lip to stifle an audible sigh of excitement and pleasure. Stunningly, Marie remained unaware, and focussed on fixing her bra, despite the fact her t-shirt was now bunched up under her chin and her large breasts, with the barest hint of teardrop to their shape, were fully exposed to the air.

Stephen had his right hand in his boxers and was wanking himself as hard as he could. He'd never found a girl with breasts quite as good as Marie's when looking at porn, and seeing them in person rather than on a computer monitor added to the experience.

“Marie!” Rebecca called from the main hall.
Shit! From the direction where Rebecca's shout came from, Stephen realised she was about to step into the corridor. He pulled his hand out of his pants and ducked into the storeroom to avoid detection.
“Becky?” Marie called back, turning her head towards the door. “I think I might have this-WHAT?”
Marie suddenly saw herself in the mirror and realised her tits were out. She reflexively yanked her t-shirt back down and looked around to see had anyone seen her, but there was no one there.
Her embarrassment faded into puzzlement. Could she really have left her boobs hanging right out like that when taking her bra off, without noticing?
“Marie?” Rebecca rushed in the door.“You ok? I thought I heard you shout?”
“Was anyone in the corridor?” Marie asked anxiously.
“No,” Rebecca answered, before sticking her head back around the door into the corridor. “Is one of those pervs trying to peek?”
“Must've imagined...” Marie replied, to herself as much as Rebecca, still unsure what had happened. “It's fine. Anyway, I think I have this fixed. Can you help me?”
Marie slipped her bra under her t-shirt and slid it up onto her breasts.
“Unusually modest all of a sudden,” Rebecca remarked, as she lifted up the back of Marie's t-shirt. She fastened the bra, but not all of the hooks engaged. “I'm not sure this will stay on.”
“It's better than nothing.”
“Get reduction surgery or something. Dunno how you're able to stand.”
Stephen listened to the two chat for another few moments before they started walking back to the auditorium.

As soon as they cleared the corridor Stephen rushed into the bathroom and jerked himself off. It only took about two minutes. He figured having a wet tip for a few minutes was better than having a boner for however long it took him to subside. He thought about pocketing the ring for the night, but then he remembered he hadn't conducted his experiment. Getting to see Marie's tits was great, but there had been no one else there and as such he hadn't learned anything about how far he could push things with the ring. He still needed a proper test to decide whether he was going to keep the ring or throw it into the sea.

Half an hour later he had his chance. Marie was practicing a scene with Lisa, Anna and Chris. And as Stephen was to walk on during the scene, he could be nearby offstage, and in a perfect position for a show, without raising suspicion. Stephen couldn't see the auditorium from the offstage area, but between cast not needed for this scene, and the production team, he figured about 30 people were watching. Plenty for the test.

“Maybe I'm not ready yet,” Marie recited her line with her usual conviction. Behind her and slightly to her left, Stephen readied the ring from the darkened offstage.
“Maybe unlike you, I don't want to be the sad grown up who ends up regretting...” her voice went up an octave on the last syllable as she suddenly found her skirt had unzipped and was sliding down her legs. She had a dark blue thong on underneath which hid nothing of her gorgeous round ass from Stephen's eyes.

“Ugh... no!” Marie cried out in frustration as she started bending over trying to grab her skirt as it descended down her legs. Lisa and Anna reacted quickly, with the former moving right in front of her to block the view from the auditorium and the latter putting herself between the virtually bare assed redhead and Chris. But neither had considered Stephen behind her and his view remained unobstructed. Marie seemed to have forgotten about him too, as she continued chasing after her falling skirt, bending over further and further as she did. Once it was at her ankles, she was fully bent over with only a narrow strip of blue material preventing Stephen from seeing everything.

“Holy fuck...” he gasped. It was the one part of Marie he hadn't seen already. He couldn't resist and in an instant her thong ripped at the side and fell off her body. The resulting view of her pussy only lasted half a second, just enough time for him to determine she either shaved or waxed her pubic region, as she bolted upright, cupped her hands over her privates and squealed as she ran off stage left towards the dressing rooms.
“NOT FUCKING AGAIN!!!” she screeched.
After a few seconds, Lisa managed to snap out of the collective shock that gripped everyone present and hurried after Marie.

Stephen quickly slumped on the floor with the exhilaration of what had just happened. As confused chatter from the auditorium filled his ears, the exhilaration turned to fear. They'd surely somehow realise he'd done that. After a minute, he reluctantly poked his head onto the stage, but there was no angry mob advancing on him. In front of him, Anna crouched down to pick up Marie's skirt, but she was the only one doing anything as everyone else seemed to be looking at each other waiting for someone else to figure out what to do.

Stephen walked out onto the stage almost unnoticed. He saw James in the middle of the auditorium with his head in his hands, having presumably been in that pose since the incident.
“Everyone go home,” he said eventually. “Rehearsal's over.”

As soon as he got home, Stephen rushed upstairs to wank himself off again.