The panties come down!

As she stood there, sweating, in the spotlight, hearing the crowd count down to her doom, feeling the fingers of that evil cheerleader bitch Anne-Marie hooked teasingly into the back of her panties, hoping against hope for a reprieve from her mortifying destiny, Susie thought that right now would be an amazing time for Miss Trickett to come walking in back through the door and put a stop to the whole thing. She couldn't have gone away forever, right? She had to return! Any second now! Three... two... one...

Zero.

And, as she stood with her hands on her head, totally unable to move or cover up in any way, completely exposed before the torrent of catcalls and wolf-whistles and camera flashes that came roaring at her from the crowd, utterly **** in a way she'd never been before and sincerely hoped to never be again, Susie's panties were yanked right down around her ankles. Revealing her pussy, her lovely soft sensitive pussy, that beautiful neat slit between her legs that was hers to care for and hers alone. Hers! Not the whole horrible world to see and tease and touch and do anything it wanted with! It was supposed to be PRIVATE!

But it wasn't.

Ben could see it. Hank could see it. Doc Topper could see it. The cheerleaders could see it, and take pictures. And everyone else could see it as well. Her panties were down, and everyone could see her pussy.

Anne let her work with that for a minute or two before smacking her bottom and saying the most terrifying word she'd ever heard in her entire life.

"Outside."