Anne becomes the game

Bonnie hung back, watching the two strong but undeniably sexy Eastern European women drag a struggling Anne-Marie towards the saddle, screaming for the other cheerleaders to help her as they watched with expressions of evil delight. One tug, and the unlucky homecoming queen felt her skirt torn right off her body, leaving her before the assembled crowd in an abbreviated pair of pink lacy panties and a top that was just as swiftly removed.

"Hey," she said. "I would have thought she'd wear a bra."

"Come on, Bonnie!" Susie was tugging urgently at her arm. Nobody was looking their way at that exact moment, except for a solitary clown selling balloons by the side of the promenade, but more heads could turn at any moment. "We have to go find some clothes!"

"Good idea. I think the clothes they took from us are behind the booth somewhere."

"I'm not going back there! Let's just run!"