Helping at the High Swings

Emily seriously debated about whether or not to continue working. But Mr. Jackson had been so nice and understanding of her situation! Despite it being entirely her own fault, he was whipping up a new uniform for her at that very moment, she had no doubt. If she were to ditch her last tasks then he'd surely be disappointed in her! And maybe he'd even retract his offer to help... No, Emily could make it through just a bit more work. Surely this next task would go more smoothly than her previous ones!

"I know the uniform's technically just the t-shirt, but I think you're supposed to actually wear something with the t-shirt," the black haired woman running the ride said after Emily had arrived and greeted her.

"It's been... a stressful first day," Emily nervously chuckled, awkwardly holding her hands in front of her panties. "I'm Emily. Mr. Jackson said you could use some help?"

"Well Emily, I'm Monica and you're darn right I could use some help. If you could help get the younger kids strapped into the swings that'd make my job a lot easier." It would mean Monica could remain in the operating booth and simply start and stop the ride without having to deal with any annoying kids. "Just shoot me a thumbs up when they're all good to go."

"Sure thing!" Emily said, slightly reclaiming some of her earlier enthusiasm.

"Oh and make sure they actually leave after the ride's over. Some of them try to just sit there and ride again for free."

"Got it!" Emily turned and bustled over towards the assortment of swings dangling from the giant rotating tower by long lengths of chains. Monica couldn't help but snicker at the sight of the back of Emily's yellow Adventureland shirt. What had once said "Grab me if you need help!" now simply read "Grab me" instead.

Emily got to work making sure the younger kids were securely in their seats. There was a lateral bar that dropped down on the chains and then a strap running up between their legs that fastened to the bar with a big metal clip. Emily endured not one, not two, but three separate youngsters making fun of her lack of pants, but managed to finish the job quickly. And she only had to shoo away one greedy kid trying to stay in his seat from the last ride. He reluctantly got out of his seat and moved towards the exit, before stopping and deciding that he'd get a bit of payback on the fairground employee.

Emily turned towards the operator booth and gave Monica a thumbs up, smiling widely. She didn't have time to notice as the resentful kid grabbed an empty swing's strap and hooked the large metal clip around her red bra, which was peeking out from under her mini-shirt. Emily straightened at the feeling of the cold metal on her back and turned to see the young prankster rapidly running away. But before she could even shout, the ride began rotating. Emily felt the strap pulling her along from behind. The blonde waved frantically at Monica, hoping to get her to stop the ride. But Monica, after dutifully starting the ride, had immediately gone back to reading her magazine. She'd look up again when the ride ended in two minutes.

Emily was awkwardly running alongside the giant rotating ride as it picked up speed. But then, it began rising. Within a few seconds, Emily found herself suspended in the air, hanging by the back of her bra. And the ride was still picking up speed! Emily's body weight naturally lead to her slipping downwards, with her bra sliding up and coming to a stop underneath her armpits. Emily's big round breasts were out in plain view for all to see! And, in a not unfamiliar scenario, her arms were yanked upwards, leaving her panties free to descend once again. They made it to her knees before Emily once again clamped her knees together as tightly as possible. Nude from her shoulders to her knees, the beautiful girl was being rotated around for all the gather children and parents to see.

As the ride reached its maximum speed, Emily felt herself slipping out of her bra entirely! The centrifugal **** was just too much. As the bra was ripped up and over her head, she managed to grab it with her left hand, and grab her whisked off shirt with her right. One shoe flew off her foot, and was quickly followed by the other. Emily was holding on for dear life, hoping Monica would notice her plight and end the ride, but it wasn't to be.

Emily felt her grip on her bra slipping. She tried her best to hang on, but a few moments later it was too late. The bra slipped through her fingers. And Emily went careening through the air, now in a straight line. She landed, mercifully, in a large bush next to the ride's line. The dazed girl lay there, sprawled out for the gather people to see, with a t-shirt clutched in her hand and a pair of panties dangling uselessly from her ankle. Her two white socks were the only pieces of clothing left on her body. And they did absolutely nothing to preserve her modesty.