Bonnie insults Trapp

"How stupid do you think we are?" said Bonnie. "We're not taking your advice! You're obviously evil! And short."

Trapp went very stiff. "It's not my fault I'm short," he mumbled, seeming on the verge of tears all of a sudden. "Why do people always make fun of me? You girls are so mean."

"Oh, no," said Bonnie, feeling bad. She stepped closer to Trapp, feeling like she ought to comfort him. Susie followed, suddenly overcome with the impulse to give the little man a hug. "I'm sorry, Mr. Trapp. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Is there something I can do to make it better?"

"Perhaps... would you mind... if you would be so kind... turning around for just one second?"

"Of course, said Bonnie, turning around. All she saw was a whole bunch of clowns, looking at her expectantly. Susie turned with her.

Trapp's hands, moving incredibly quickly, had both their bras unfastened in a second. He distracted them by yanking both their panties down around their thighs, then whisked the bras away while they were still fumbling to pull the panties back up and hide their pussies from the laughing clowns. Then he danced back out of their reach, leaving them fuming and topless.

"Nice tits, girls," he smirked, as Bonnie spun around to face him. She tried to grab her bra back, but he was far too quick for her. "This will be a lesson for you. Trust no-one! And enjoy the rest of the carnival!"