Clip Includes: Humor, Slapstick, Cartoony Comedy, Butt Pranks, Sound FX, Embarrassment, Ludella Is Trying to Make a Good Impression on Her Very First Train Run But Her Pranking Coworkers Are Having a Run at Her Caboose, Booty Jabbed with Railroad Spike Repeatedly While Trying to Work, Booty Grabbing, Butt Rubbing, Jumps Up and Down Rubbing Bottom, Owies, Gets Back to Work Back on All Fours with Her Butt Out When Prankster Sticks Her Big Bottom with a Plunger, Trying to Keep Her Cool With this Apparent Hazing But Pranks Keep Coming, Can’t Get Plunger Unstuck from her Rump, Keeps Pulling and pulling But Suctioned On, Embarrassment, Finally Gets Unstuck and Goes Back to Work, Next Comes Itching Powder, Itchy, Booty Scratching, Butt Jiggling, Jumps Up and Down Scratching Her Itchy Bottom, Looks at Her Pocket Watch & Realizes She’s Going to Be Late, Whacked on the Caboose with A Wrench & Knocked Down Onto the Tracks Right Into a Glue Trap, Stuck, Struggles to Get Free, Embarrassed to Be Found Like This, Smells A Ham Baking & Realizes Someone Has Set a Fire Under Her Booty to Cook Her Caboose, Hot Butt, Funny Faces, Baked Booty, Sizzling, Moaning, Calling for Help, Booty Shaking, Struggling, Fires Goes Out But Then a Train Is Coming Right At Her Booty, Shakes and Twerks Her Big Round Jiggly Bottom As She Struggles to Get Off The Tracks, Lots of Booty Jiggling and Twerking from a Bootylicious Angle, Train Stops Just In Time to Her Relief, Heavy Breathing, Eye Rolling, Goofy Grins, Collapses onto Tracks With Her Big Butt Still Up in the Air, Body Pans, Redhead, Pigtails, Curvy Legs, Ludella Hahn, Contains NO NUDITY
“Today is going to be a GOOD day! I can’t wait for my first run!” Ludella walks into frame with pep in her step. She’s so thankful to have an opportunity to work as an engineer on a real train and prove that she can be taken seriously in this profession. She’s perhaps a little too eager and optimistic.
“Oh, hey boss! I’m on it! I’ll have this train up and running in no time! You can count on me!” She says confidently. But after her boss has left, she has to give herself a little pep talk to calm her nerves. “This is my one shot at being a runner. I best not mess it up…” She crosses her fingers that nothing will mess up her day as she’s worked her whole life toward this.
She drops down to the tracks and gets right to work, but her coworkers are not going to make it easy for her. They have a whole slew of pranks prepared for her caboose. While she’s whistling away busy at work, one of them takes a railroad spike to her rear, giving it a jab. “Ow!” She jumps from the pain. “Must be mosquitos…” She rationalizes, and gets back to work.
They continue to give a couple of light jabs while she continues to slap at her own bottom at the nonexistent mosquitos. And then the prankster puts a bit more power into the next jab that makes her whole body jump. “Ow!” She shouts, but gets back to work. So then the prankster winds up and gives her an extra hard jab right in her juicy booty cheek.
“OW OW OWWWW! What was that?” She yelps, rubbing her sore bottom. “Ouchie!” Another jab causes her to jump up and rub her big sore booty. “Who did that???” She yells out as she jumps around rubbing her poor poked booty. “It felt like a railroad spike rammed into my derriere… Who did that? It’s not funny anymore! I have a schedule to stick to, and I don’t need things being stuck into ME!” She yells out to nobody.
She continues to yelp and moan and jump and jiggle from the pain for a bit longer before getting back to work. “I need to get this repair done! My hiney’s on the line…” She drops back to all fours and rubs her sore booty. “Whoever did that…cut it out, okay? I don’t have time for these shenanigans. Some of us are real professionals, okay?” She gets back to work.
While she’s tinkering, someone sticks a plunger onto her butt cheek…you know…to make her look as professional as she’s claiming to be. “What the–?” She looks back and sees it suctioned onto her. “Really funny guys… The old plunger to the posterior gag… Ha ha… Nice one…” She feigns amusement, hoping this is all just a bit of hazing and if she plays along they’ll let her get back to work. But when she tries to pull the plunger off, it’s stuck!
“Ugh! You really…got it suctioned…on there good!” She manages to say between pulls. She heaves and hoes, yanking on the staff of the plunger, but she can’t get it to come off. “Uh…this is embarrassing… How would I explain this to my boss?” She frets. She keeps trying, thrusting her big booty out with each pull. “Why can’t I get this plunger unstuck from my butt? Errr! It’s really stuck on there good. Geez! Um, good one, guys! Back to work though! Back to work! Don’t need an audience for this…”
“Ohhh…what am I going to do if I can’t this plunger unstuck from my butt?” She groans. “I can’t run a train like this…” She yanks and pulls, breathing heavily from all the thrusting. “Okay…one more big one… 1…2…3!” She yanks as hard as she can and the plunger pops off. Phew! She tries to play it cool again. “Nice one, guys. You really got me…” She grins nervously. “I guess I’m just being treated like one of them. They probably do this gag on everyone…” She convinces herself. “But I don’t have time for these pranks. I have a job to do and I need to be taken seriously…” She whines.
She drops back down on all fours and resumes her work, and her big booty is back to being an easy target. One of the pranksters sprinkles her bottom with itching powder. She begins to scratch while she’s working, but the more he sprinkles on, the itchier she gets, and soon she has to drop her wrench so that she can frantically scratch her big booty. “Why is my hiney so itchy?” She shakes and jiggles as she scratches, hopping up from the ground and bouncing around, squirming as she tries to satisfy the itch.
While she’s squirming and scratching, she kicks a bottle of something on the ground. She picks it up to discover she’s been doused with itching powder. “Itching powder? Ugh! Stop it! Stop it! I have work to do…so if you could please…Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Itchy!!!!!” She begins to scratch herself again frantically.
Soon her senses come to her and she realizes she’s been derailed from her work for too long by these caboose capers. She takes out her pocket watch to assess the damage to discover just how late she is, and while she’s distracted by the watch, a prankster gives her big round booty a WHACK with her giant wrench, knocking her down to the tracks and right into a glue trap.
“Very funny, guys. Very funny…whacking me in the butt with my own wrench. Good one…” She says, disamused. She tries to get up, but her hands are glued down to the tracks as are her knees. Someone had set a glue trap…and this stuff is STICKY. “Who put GLUE on the tracks?” Ludella moans as she struggles to catch her breath. “Very funny… You can unstick me now, okay?”
When no one comes to her rescue, she continues to struggle and squirm, causing her booty to shake and twerk as she writhes. She worries her boss will find her like this and think she’s just twerking on the tracks, and that she’ll never be taken seriously as an engineer. She’ll just be the town laughingstock. She tries to free herself, pulling and shaking as hard as she can, but she’s STUCK.
And then…she smells something. “Hmmm…what is that? Is someone cooking a rump roast? It smells delicious…Mmmm…Oh! I’m feeling really hot all of a sudden…” She looks back and sees that someone has lit a fire under her butt. Her eyes get big and she screams. “Aaaaahhh! Help! Help! Fire! Fire! My fanny’s on fire!!! Waaaahhhh!” She tries to blow it out between cries for help, shaking frantically as she attempts to get unstuck.
“Oh, come on! This isn’t funny anymore! Help! Someone’s cooking my caboose! Help!!!” She keeps blowing and squirming, breathing heavily from all the struggling. After a little while of her squirming and shaking her caboose over the flames, it burns down to ash to her immense relief. BUT THEN… “What’s that sound?” Ludella looks back to see a train in the distance…coming right at her! GASP!
Fear flashes in her eyes as she begins to shake and twerk like her life depends on it (and it does!) “A train’s coming straight into my tush!” She moans, twerking her booty up and down in her struggle to free herself. (There are a lot of gratuitous booty shots for this scene…mwhahaha!) “I’m about to be railroaded! My poor rump! Ohhhhhh! Get me off these tracks! I don’t want to END like this! Ohhhhh!” She moans and yelps, breathing heavily from all the shaking and twerking.
She begs and moans and shakes as ther train approaches. “Ohhhh! The train is coming! I can’t look! I can’t look!” She closes her eyes, bracing herself for the impact. But the train switches on its emergency brakes and manages to stop before it reaches her, screeching to a halt. She cautiously opens one eye and peeks back, breathing a sigh of relief when she sees the train has stopped.
“Ohhh! Thank goodness! The…emergency brakes…kicked in…Ohhh…ohhhh…” She moans breathily. “If this is what running a train is like, I don’t think my poor caboose can handle it… I’m done… I’m…done…” Her eyes flutter and roll as she breathes heavily, letting out a big sigh as her upper body collapses down onto the tracks. Her big juicy bottom is still up in the air in quite the provocative pose, but she is spent from her twerks and struggles. The camera pans around her to see this pose from different delicious angles. She needs all the r&r she can get after being on the receiving end of this slew of caboose capers… Quick question though…how long will that glue last? ;)
“Oh, hey boss! I’m on it! I’ll have this train up and running in no time! You can count on me!” She says confidently. But after her boss has left, she has to give herself a little pep talk to calm her nerves. “This is my one shot at being a runner. I best not mess it up…” She crosses her fingers that nothing will mess up her day as she’s worked her whole life toward this.
She drops down to the tracks and gets right to work, but her coworkers are not going to make it easy for her. They have a whole slew of pranks prepared for her caboose. While she’s whistling away busy at work, one of them takes a railroad spike to her rear, giving it a jab. “Ow!” She jumps from the pain. “Must be mosquitos…” She rationalizes, and gets back to work.
They continue to give a couple of light jabs while she continues to slap at her own bottom at the nonexistent mosquitos. And then the prankster puts a bit more power into the next jab that makes her whole body jump. “Ow!” She shouts, but gets back to work. So then the prankster winds up and gives her an extra hard jab right in her juicy booty cheek.
“OW OW OWWWW! What was that?” She yelps, rubbing her sore bottom. “Ouchie!” Another jab causes her to jump up and rub her big sore booty. “Who did that???” She yells out as she jumps around rubbing her poor poked booty. “It felt like a railroad spike rammed into my derriere… Who did that? It’s not funny anymore! I have a schedule to stick to, and I don’t need things being stuck into ME!” She yells out to nobody.
She continues to yelp and moan and jump and jiggle from the pain for a bit longer before getting back to work. “I need to get this repair done! My hiney’s on the line…” She drops back to all fours and rubs her sore booty. “Whoever did that…cut it out, okay? I don’t have time for these shenanigans. Some of us are real professionals, okay?” She gets back to work.
While she’s tinkering, someone sticks a plunger onto her butt cheek…you know…to make her look as professional as she’s claiming to be. “What the–?” She looks back and sees it suctioned onto her. “Really funny guys… The old plunger to the posterior gag… Ha ha… Nice one…” She feigns amusement, hoping this is all just a bit of hazing and if she plays along they’ll let her get back to work. But when she tries to pull the plunger off, it’s stuck!
“Ugh! You really…got it suctioned…on there good!” She manages to say between pulls. She heaves and hoes, yanking on the staff of the plunger, but she can’t get it to come off. “Uh…this is embarrassing… How would I explain this to my boss?” She frets. She keeps trying, thrusting her big booty out with each pull. “Why can’t I get this plunger unstuck from my butt? Errr! It’s really stuck on there good. Geez! Um, good one, guys! Back to work though! Back to work! Don’t need an audience for this…”
“Ohhh…what am I going to do if I can’t this plunger unstuck from my butt?” She groans. “I can’t run a train like this…” She yanks and pulls, breathing heavily from all the thrusting. “Okay…one more big one… 1…2…3!” She yanks as hard as she can and the plunger pops off. Phew! She tries to play it cool again. “Nice one, guys. You really got me…” She grins nervously. “I guess I’m just being treated like one of them. They probably do this gag on everyone…” She convinces herself. “But I don’t have time for these pranks. I have a job to do and I need to be taken seriously…” She whines.
She drops back down on all fours and resumes her work, and her big booty is back to being an easy target. One of the pranksters sprinkles her bottom with itching powder. She begins to scratch while she’s working, but the more he sprinkles on, the itchier she gets, and soon she has to drop her wrench so that she can frantically scratch her big booty. “Why is my hiney so itchy?” She shakes and jiggles as she scratches, hopping up from the ground and bouncing around, squirming as she tries to satisfy the itch.
While she’s squirming and scratching, she kicks a bottle of something on the ground. She picks it up to discover she’s been doused with itching powder. “Itching powder? Ugh! Stop it! Stop it! I have work to do…so if you could please…Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Itchy!!!!!” She begins to scratch herself again frantically.
Soon her senses come to her and she realizes she’s been derailed from her work for too long by these caboose capers. She takes out her pocket watch to assess the damage to discover just how late she is, and while she’s distracted by the watch, a prankster gives her big round booty a WHACK with her giant wrench, knocking her down to the tracks and right into a glue trap.
“Very funny, guys. Very funny…whacking me in the butt with my own wrench. Good one…” She says, disamused. She tries to get up, but her hands are glued down to the tracks as are her knees. Someone had set a glue trap…and this stuff is STICKY. “Who put GLUE on the tracks?” Ludella moans as she struggles to catch her breath. “Very funny… You can unstick me now, okay?”
When no one comes to her rescue, she continues to struggle and squirm, causing her booty to shake and twerk as she writhes. She worries her boss will find her like this and think she’s just twerking on the tracks, and that she’ll never be taken seriously as an engineer. She’ll just be the town laughingstock. She tries to free herself, pulling and shaking as hard as she can, but she’s STUCK.
And then…she smells something. “Hmmm…what is that? Is someone cooking a rump roast? It smells delicious…Mmmm…Oh! I’m feeling really hot all of a sudden…” She looks back and sees that someone has lit a fire under her butt. Her eyes get big and she screams. “Aaaaahhh! Help! Help! Fire! Fire! My fanny’s on fire!!! Waaaahhhh!” She tries to blow it out between cries for help, shaking frantically as she attempts to get unstuck.
“Oh, come on! This isn’t funny anymore! Help! Someone’s cooking my caboose! Help!!!” She keeps blowing and squirming, breathing heavily from all the struggling. After a little while of her squirming and shaking her caboose over the flames, it burns down to ash to her immense relief. BUT THEN… “What’s that sound?” Ludella looks back to see a train in the distance…coming right at her! GASP!
Fear flashes in her eyes as she begins to shake and twerk like her life depends on it (and it does!) “A train’s coming straight into my tush!” She moans, twerking her booty up and down in her struggle to free herself. (There are a lot of gratuitous booty shots for this scene…mwhahaha!) “I’m about to be railroaded! My poor rump! Ohhhhhh! Get me off these tracks! I don’t want to END like this! Ohhhhh!” She moans and yelps, breathing heavily from all the shaking and twerking.
She begs and moans and shakes as ther train approaches. “Ohhhh! The train is coming! I can’t look! I can’t look!” She closes her eyes, bracing herself for the impact. But the train switches on its emergency brakes and manages to stop before it reaches her, screeching to a halt. She cautiously opens one eye and peeks back, breathing a sigh of relief when she sees the train has stopped.
“Ohhh! Thank goodness! The…emergency brakes…kicked in…Ohhh…ohhhh…” She moans breathily. “If this is what running a train is like, I don’t think my poor caboose can handle it… I’m done… I’m…done…” Her eyes flutter and roll as she breathes heavily, letting out a big sigh as her upper body collapses down onto the tracks. Her big juicy bottom is still up in the air in quite the provocative pose, but she is spent from her twerks and struggles. The camera pans around her to see this pose from different delicious angles. She needs all the r&r she can get after being on the receiving end of this slew of caboose capers… Quick question though…how long will that glue last? ;)
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