The girls go back for their clothes

Bonnie, trailed by a very **** Susie, sidled around behind the carnival booth, scanning the dusty ground for any sign of their vanished clothes. "Come on," she muttered, while Susie's eyes darted nervously around the narrow space between the tents and stalls, expecting to be caught at any seconds. "They have to be here somewhere."

"No they don't. Let's just go."

"I'm not leaving without..."

"Hey," said one of the tattooed women, stepping out from a previously concealed flap in the side of a tent. "You not supposed to be here."

"She's right, Bonnie, when you think about it, so don't you think we should just..."

"Nobody tells me what to do! Give me back my clothes!"

The tattooed woman looked her up and down, enjoying the sight of the furious red-headed tomboy in her sky-blue bra and yellow panties, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, alive with anger and frustration and ready to start a fight. "No," she said. "You prettier this way."

"Not so tough without your friend around, huh?"

"I always tough." The tattooed woman grabbed Bonnie's arm as she swung, aiming to slap her rival across the face, and effortlessly jerked her off-balance. One hand held Bonnie in place as the other plucked at the strap of her bra, prying it loose. The tattooed woman let her go, chuckling to herself as she waved the bra in the air above Bonnie's head. "You not so tough. My name Olga, by the way."

"Give those back!"

"Why?" She pulled the bra away, making Bonnie trip over her own feet as the redhead made a fruitless grab for it. "Nice boobies. Make up for you not being so tough."

"Don't make me use my secret move!" Bonnie geared up for a karate chop, aiming to paralyse her opponent with a single blow. Olga dodged it easily, grabbed the back of Bonnie's panties and yanked up as hard as she could, making Bonnie squeal and clutch at her plump bottom as she was lifted almost off the ground by the wedgie of a lifetime. Distracted, she had no defence as the tattooed woman swiftly reversed course, yanking the panties down around the unfortunate tomboy's thighs and sending her sprawling onto the grass.

"I train kung fu for many years in secret monastery," she solemnly informed Bonnie, who was picking herself up and trying to work out where the last shred of her clothes and dignity had suddenly gone. Susie was slowly backing away, not wanting to draw attention to herself. "But your secret move good too. What we do now?"