PAWS for the Cause: Part 3 by JustAThought

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"After serious consideration," Mrs. Ross began "and with a hearty thanks to everyone -- man, woman, boy, girl and dog alike -- who participated in tonight's show, the judges and I have come to a decision."

As one of the pint-sized judges handed her a big red envelope, Rebecca Ross excitedly announced "and the two finalists are -- Maria Parnell and her dalmatian Charlie . . ."

With the crowd clapping enthusiastically, 9 year old Maria threw up her hands in triumph and gave Charlie a big hug. For her this was nothing but fun and, win or lose, she was happy to walk her dog down the runway one more time.

As the cheers for the happy young girl subsided, Mrs. Ross continued, "and . . . Mrs. Nicole Silver and Louie the poodle."

The mere prospect of seeing Mrs. Silver strut her stuff again caused the assembled men in attendance to go crazy, drowning out what had been no small amount of cheering for Maria. And while the youngest Parnell neither noticed nor cared about the relative volume of the crowd, her mother -- Mrs. Danielle Parnell -- already piqued at what she saw as the usurpation by the shameless Silver woman of her rightful role as Queen Bee, was presented with an answer to her earlier question of what to do about it. Storming from her white wooden chair, the ordinarily unflappable Mrs. Parnell headed purposefully for the tent where Maria and Charlie were preparing to take one more stroll down the runway.

"Maria," she said dispassionately, "mommy is going to walk Charlie down the runway this time."

"But mom . . . Charlie and I won . . . they already announced it," pleaded Maria. "It's not fair."

"Sometimes life isn't fair Maria. Now stop being a baby and go sit down with your sister and brother before you embarrass yourself any further," snipped her unsympathetic mother. "Alia, take her back to the seats."

Knowing it was no use arguing, the youngest Parnell child gave Charlie a hug and headed out with Alia saying, "someday mom will get embarrassed too and then she'll know how it feels." From the mouths of babes . . . that day was now at hand.

Having witnessed the scene just described, Nicole Silver was in heaven. Not only had she stolen all male attention from that little Parnell tease but she had clearly undermined Danielle’s self-confidence as well. All that remained was to best her in the eyes of the evening's gathered men in a head-to-head walk off down the runway. If only Nicole had remembered that hubris killed the Athenians.

"Our first finalist tonight, walking with her poodle Louie, is Mrs. Nicole Silver," began Rebecca Ross, "let's hear it for Louie and Nicole."

Supremely confident, the stylish Mrs. Silver walked from behind the tent's curtain out onto the runway as the crowd -- especially its male members -- exploded into applause. With her head held high, Nicole flashed her perfect smile, purposefully catching the eye of many a man looking her way. In her towering heels she swayed her hips to an almost obscene degree drinking in the adulation that she knew followed her tight bottom as she walked.

As Louie and Nicole reached the end of the runway to begin their return, Mrs. Ross - who had not seen Danielle take her daughter's place -- announced the second finalist.

"Last but by no means least, walking with her family dalmatian Charlie, please give a big hand to little Maria Parnell."

Expecting to see the beaming face of nine year old Maria follow the big dalmatian from behind the curtain, the crowd was at first taken aback by the sight of her incredibly sexy mother. But, at least for the good men of Annapolis, any momentary disappointment was immediately replaced with delight. Strutting down the runway in her 5" patent leather, black and white spotted, peekaboo heels, her mid-thigh, flared, dalmatian patterned mini-skirt and her skin-tight, ribbed, black cotton tank top, Mrs. Danielle Parnell quickly reasserted herself as the "top dog" at the show -- and she knew it. With a little extra sway in her own fabulous walk, the imperious mother of three prowled the catwalk like a pro.

Nicole Silver's blood boiled as she realized that the diminutive sex-kitten had stolen her thunder yet again. Unfortunately for Mrs. Silver though, the lapse in concentration brought about by that realization caused her to miss a rather large space between two slats on the wooden boardwalk within which one of her dizzyingly high heels unceremoniously became trapped. To the joy of most of the women in the crowd -- who didn't know which of the runway's two travelers they liked less -- the once confident redhead quickly began to lose her composure as she tried without success to bring Louie to heel while freeing her trapped shoe.

Mindful of the humiliation he suffered last year when Louie became distracted on his watch, 18 year old Julian Silver leaped quickly to his mother's aid. Bounding past Alia and the three Parnell kids sitting in front of him, the aspiring gallant called out, "don't worry mom, I'll save you."

Unfortunately for the painfully awkward teen, his attempted leap onto the boardwalk was merely the first act in an ensuing comedy of errors. Tripping over the taught leash that separated his mom from the increasingly agitated Louie, young Jules began to fall. Instinctively and desperately grabbing for something to break his descent, and to the impending mortification of his mother, he snatched the waist of Nicole's poodle skirt which was torn clear off the sexy redhead's body.

"Oh my God -- no -- my skirt," screamed the once supremely confident Mrs. Silver who was suddenly revealed not in the sexy thong or lacy booty shorts that, to a man, was being imagined as cupping her tight bottom, but in a very unflattering black, open bottom, spandex girdle that ended just an inch or two above her thigh high fishnet stockings.

As the crowd burst into hysterics, Julian Silver, in an effort to regain his footing, found himself tangled again in Louie's leash which his mortified mother had released from the hand she was now futilely using to shield her Spanx covered bottom. As the startled poodle attempted to bound away, momentarily but solidly colliding with Charlie and the hysterically laughing Mrs. Parnell, the disoriented teen's feet were swept from beneath him and, tumbling headlong into his now dazed mom, the hapless Julian managed simultaneously to grab the front collar of her tight, black, button-up sweater and the blue silk scarf securing her glorious red-haired pony tail.

What happened next was the complete undoing of Mrs. Nicole Yanika Silver for as her son tumbled to the ground it was revealed that the better part of her spectacular and luxurious auburn mane, now clutched in his hand, was naught but red extensions that had left in their wake Nicole's graying natural tresses. What was even worse for the formerly preening beauty was that as the buttons on her thin sweater, and the clasp of her rather matronly black bra, were torn open by her son's flailing fingers, two sizable silicon falsies fell to the floor and a pale white, industrial strength tummy cincher was unveiled. The woman who only moments before had been a self-assured beauty queen, justifiably reveling in the attention of men and sneering at the sisterhood of Annapolis' assembled women, had in the blink of an eye been revealed as a phony.

Tragically for the now slack-jawed ex-MILF, things only got worse because, while men and women alike howled with laughter, Nicole Silver suffered one final, cataclysmic indignity. Bending down to remove the sky high heel that had begun her rapid undoing, Nicole caused the row of metal clasps on the corset responsible for her "unnaturally" tiny waist to finally give up its ghost. As her blue eyes bulged at the shock of what she knew would follow, and to the chorus of ten quick pops, the rugged foundation garment fell to the floor revealing the soft white paunch that was Mrs. Silver's actual stomach.

"I guess she's not going to the gym so much after all," Rachel Miras joked loudly to a laughing Katherine Wray and anyone else who would listen.

Other women, ecstatic at the former beauty's downfall, joyfully joined in the chorus of insults.

"Not so sexy now, are you fatty," cried one.

"Nice panties," shouted another.

Revealed to have short, mousy, graying hair, smaller-than-advertised and very saggy breasts and a muffin top for a waist, not to mention an unseen bottom that got all its shape from a girdle, the undone Mrs. Silver, now in her stocking feet which made her look even more pear shaped, ran humiliated from the runway never to be seen in Annapolis or Davidson again.