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Chapter 7 by ErisAphrodite ErisAphrodite

What's your answer?

Let her decide

You shrug. "I dunno. What did you have in mind?"

The angel girl's eyes glide over the dark interior of the shed once more, lingering on the piñata, and you. "I may have one idea..." She gets up and goes over to the table, looking up at the big plastic pumpkin with a smirk. She briefly glances back at you before bending forward and reaching up the poofy white skirt of her costume.

Your eyes widen as she slides a red thong down her legs, stepping out of it and climbing the stool to toss her underwear inside the piñata. You catch a glimpse of her naked ass up her skirt before she steps back down and turns to you with a mischievous grin.

"Alright, you too," she says, holding out her hand. "Let's give them a little treat."

"Uh..." is all you say as you look down at the skirt of your long pink dress. You glance back up to see her expectant stare, and feel your face flush as you hesitantly crouch down.

You find yourself eternally grateful for the length of your dress as you pull the back of the skirt up and begin sliding your panties off. However you do find some excitement in going commando at a party like this, though you have mixed feeling toward the prospect of someone "winning" your panties. You stand back up and hand over the plain white garment, avoiding eye contact.

Your face goes even redder as you watch the other girl lift your panties to her nose, grimacing as if disappointed. "These don't have nearly enough musk on them, Princess." She holds them back out to you. "You gotta put 'em back on and give 'em a little something to smell. That's the whole appeal."

With as mortified an expression as you've ever had, you take your panties back, giving them a brief sniff. They don't really smell like anything, but apparently that's not good. Mumbling an apology, you slip the underwear back on, and see the angel girl holding you in another expectant stare.

"Well what do you expect me to do?" you ask, shying away from her look.

"Try to get turned on," she answers bluntly. "Fantasize about something sexy, you know." She waves her hand in the air, smirking devilishly. "I could give you a hand, if you like."

Need a hand?

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