Distraction

The night pulsed with danger. Lena’s breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as the lantern glow skimmed the hedge just inches away. The Model’s humming drifted closer—soft, melodic, merciless.

Her words still echoed through the garden: “Your panties don’t belong to you anymore.”

Lena’s heart hammered against her ribs. She looked down—her trembling fingers brushing the waistband of her sheer green panties. Moonlight shimmered faintly on the thin fabric, barely concealing the heat between her thighs.

“This is insane…” she whispered under her breath. “But it’s the only way.”

The Model’s silhouette emerged, lantern raised high. The golden circle of light reached for Lena’s hiding place, licking at the edge of her shadow. One more heartbeat and she would be exposed.

With a gasp, Lena hooked her thumbs under the waistband and slid the sheer panties down her legs. The cool night air caressed her bare skin as they fell past her knees, brushing softly against her boots. Her breath hitched as the final veil slipped free, leaving her completely bare beneath the waist.

Her cheeks burned crimson. She clenched the flimsy garment in her fist, then—before she could lose her nerve—flung it across the path. The panties landed in the grass, a pale shimmer under the golden glow.

The Model stopped instantly, lantern beam fixing on the delicate offering. Slowly, a wicked smile curved her lips.

“Well, well, well…” she purred, stepping forward. “Did my little girl just throw herself to the wolves?”

Her boots whispered through the grass as she knelt, plucking the panties up by a single finger. She held them to the lantern’s light, turning them slowly, admiring how the glow passed through the sheer green fabric.

“Mmm… warm, damp… perfect,” she breathed, pressing them briefly to her lips. “But you’re not safe yet, Lena. Not at all.”

Hidden deeper in the shadows, Lena pressed her thighs tightly together, every inch of bare skin throbbing with the night air. Her **** trade had bought her a few more breaths—but now she was utterly exposed.

The Model laughed softly, twirling the panties once more before draping them over the basket’s rim. The light shone through them like stained glass.

“Mmm… she offers herself,” the Model cooed. “A clever distraction. But do you know what this means?” Her eyes gleamed toward the hedge. “It means I own your heat now. You’re running with you're pussy bare, with nothing left to hide it.”

The words slithered after Lena as she fled—bare hips flashing pale in the dark, every step a whisper of skin against night air. The cool breeze kissed between her thighs, a constant reminder of her surrender.

Behind her, the Model didn’t chase. She strolled. Lantern swaying. Basket heavy with spoils.

“Run, my little shadow,” she called, voice velvet and cruel. “Dash, dash, dash… but I’m still holding you.”

She gave the basket a playful shake. The faint rustle of stolen fabric drifted through the garden—a cruel lullaby of everything the girls had lost.

“And when I catch you again…” the Model’s tone dropped, dark and teasing, “…I’ll make you remember what you surrendered so willingly.”

Lena ducked behind another hedge, pressing a trembling hand to her bare stomach. Her skin still tingled from the risk—the shame—the thrill. She had escaped for now… but she knew the Model wasn’t finished.

The hunt was far from over.

Clothes status

• Lena: knee-high boots, sheer green bra.

• Mia: sheer leggings, purple sheer lingerie set.

• Basket: Lena's pencil skirt, blouse, sheer green panties, Leather jacket. Mia's lace dress, pumps, Coat.