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Chapter 11 by dr_wankenstein dr_wankenstein

Who's their next victim, I wonder?

Kitty Davis, actually

Kitty Davis, the town's prim and sensible librarian, came scuttling down the back door of the haunted house, holding down her black skirt. Ben nudged Hank, pointing her out.

"Hey," he said. "What happened to her?"

It was true that Kitty looked a little dishevelled. Her hair, normally tied into a tight brown bun, was falling loose around her slim shoulders. A couple of the buttons on her practical white librarian blouse were missing, and she clutched at her skirt as if she was afraid someone was going to try and take it from her. She almost tripped as she rattled down the stairs, her heels clicking on the wood, her long legs flashing in their black stockings. She noticed the boys watching her, and scowled.

Ben smiled at her, not looking away.

She almost walked right past the skeleton with the camera, but something caused her to look up. Above her head, the second skeleton was leaning out the window with its fishing rod. But instead of a gold coin, it was dangling something else on the end of the line.

A pair of sensible black panties, trimmed with just a little bit of lace.

Kitty looked up, saw them, and gasped. She glanced around wildly, hoping the boys hadn't noticed and seeing to her displeasure that they had. But there was no help for it. She took a deep breath, and reached up on tip-toe, trying to snag the errant undergarment.

Ben held his breath.

And, right on schedule, a gust of wind blasted from below, sending Kitty's black skirt high into the air and revealing to all the assembled young men, as well as the skeleton with the camera, exactly what she was wearing underneath. Or, rather, what she wasn't wearing.

For several long, priceless seconds the astonished librarian could do nothing but wrestle with her skirt, fighting a losing battle with the wind as her plump bare bottom and the dark triangle of sensibly trimmed hair between her legs, framed by her garters and the tops of her stockings, flickered into view. The camera flashed, and flashed again, immortalising her wide blue eyes and her horrified expression. And her pussy, of course.

The boys cheered.

Okay, but who's next?

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