Out of the bath, into the spotlight

A thousand tiny feathery flywheels spinning against her skin. Against her nipples. Prickling and tickling, stroking her bottom, nibbling at her ribs, digging in under her arms, making her bite her lip to keep from squealing as the horrible powder did its work, turning the whole bath into a seething tub of ****...

And waiting in the tent, the whole cheerleader team. Anne-Marie grinning with her camera crew at the ready, watching the girls squirm and stretch and writhe. Hank and Ben observing patiently, Kendra and Gloria of the cheerleaders whispering to each other and setting their phones to record. Susie whimpered. She could feel Bonnie's pussy sliding over hers, sending shivers through her body as the two girls tried to control their squirming. Pixie fingers against her bellybutton, her feet, her thighs, her...

The two girls' voices joined in one high-pitched musical wail as they felt, for the first time, the million minute tease-needles and bristle-brushes begin to buzz against their clits.

Bonnie bolted upright, her surprisingly large breasts heaving themselves out of the water, bubbles sliding down her flank as she swung her body over the side of the bath and landed with a thud on the wet dirt of the tent floor. Susie followed her out, yelping and dancing like a billion ants were crawling all over her bare, wet, slender body, jumping back and forth from toe to toe, still soap-slick as she tried to get the last remains of the powder off her skin. "EEEEEK! MAKE IT STOP!"

She stopped, feeling the tickle-itch subside, as the last few bubbles slipped off her skin. After the warmth of the tub, the night air was cool. She felt the breeze from the tent flap across her whole body, from head to toe.

"Oh my god," said Anne-Marie, in a supremely self-satisfied voice, holding up her cell phone and taking a snap of the girls as they stood there in the nude, mouths open in surprise, too stunned to even cover themselves. "You little liars. You ARE naked lesbians!"

There was only one thing to do.

Bonnie shrieked and dashed for the door, Susie trailing in her wake. They scampered out into the night, two very pretty nude girls without the slightest idea in their heads about where they were planning to go. And as they trotted off down the surprisingly crowded carnival streets, squealing their pretty little heads off, they heard Anne-Marie's mocking voice ringing out from the tent behind them.

"Hey, everybody! Susie and Bonnie are NAKED LESBIANS!"