A Costume Adjustment

"You have lovely breasts, Emily."

"...thank you?"

"Do you know what's going to happen now?" Phoebe slid around behind Emily, fingers trailing across her shoulder and down her back. "Take a guess."

"You're... you're going to pull my shorts up?"

"No."

"You're going to help me get the vase down?"

"No," said Phoebe, making Emily squawk with another stern nipple-pinch. She wasn't even a lesbian, she was sure. There was something about the blonde's nipples that was just so... pinchable. "Guess again. Wrong answers earn another pinch."

"You're going to help me hide from... ow!"

"Use your brain, Emily. I'll give you a hint. It's something to do with your breasts."

"Oh," said Emily, looking glum. "You're going to..."

"Yes?"

"You're going to, uh, well..."

"Keep going."

"You're going to," said Emily, in a very soft small voice, "show my boobs to everyone, aren't you."

"Ooh," said Phoebe, grinning nastily. "Good idea." She took hold of Emily's shirt and began to slowly, teasingly, slide it up her belly. The nerd in the anime T-shirt watched with particular interest.

"Could you please please please please please," said Emily, "not do that."

"Hmm," said Phoebe. "No."

And she lifted Emily's T-shirt, taking her time about it, making sure Emily felt absolutely little tug and shiver, every inch of skin so slowly and teasingly revealed. Until Emily stood with her arms raised, her T-shirt pulled up over her head and her boobs on display.

"Fun," said Phoebe, tying the shirt in place so it wouldn't slip, and giving Emily's pink nipples a couple more pinches for good luck. "How does that feel, Emily?"

"Mmf," said Emily, her face masked by the T-shirt.

"Good," said Phoebe, kneeling down. On an impulse, she swiftly snatched away Emily's shorts, lifting up one foot, then the other, to whisk them out from underneath her. The girl was bound to get free eventually, and she liked the idea of making her run all the way home in a state of pantsless disgrace. She took a step back and watched the girl wiggle, trying to dislodge the tied-up shirt without letting go of the pole. It wasn't working, but it had the delightful side effect of making her beautiful breasts shiver and bounce.

She couldn't resist the temptation to deliver a light smack to the girl's bottom, making her squeal. God, she was delicious. Phoebe definitely, surely wasn't a lesbian, but she wanted to do all kinds of things to Emily. She wanted to parade her naked around the whole fairground, bending her over, making her squeal as her precious parts were shown off to the world. She wanted to pin her down in the mud and shove a raw carrot up her ass. She wanted to take her as a **** and make her kneel at the foot of her throne, licking grease off her boots. She wanted to...

Well, she couldn't do all that. And anyway, she wasn't a lesbian. She should probably just leave the girl here, tits out, shorts stolen and panties on display, to suffer another few hours of humiliation. Someone would be bound to take pity and let her go. Eventually.