Ben sees all

As Mayor Peggy was dragged, squealing, over Doc Topper's knee, Ben turned his attention to the crowd. About three dozen of them, bustling around.

There was Petra Wong of the Observer, Nina Reyes the sheriff and Kitty Davis, the straitlaced librarian, arms folded under her breasts as she watched the blonde's punishment with a sneer of disapproval.

Some of his teachers from Pinkwhistle High, including the stern Ruby Chow and the adorably kindhearted Megan Honey. Trixie Washington, a charming little blonde from his science class who liked to throw wads of paper at the back of his head when the teachers weren't looking. And all the cheerleaders, of course.

Plus a bunch of other Pinkwhistle natives who haven't even been mentioned yet, like Lacey Hotchkiss of the antiques store, a pert little brunette who was constantly telling off the high school boys for running too fast and having dirty hands.

Or Sandra McCoy, a six-foot-one black-haired Amazon who worked down at the auto shop, and who was the only woman in town to have ever beaten Bonnie in an arm wrestle. (As the loser of the bet, Bonnie had to walk across town in her underwear and jump into Pinkwhistle Lake, but that's a different story.)

Or at least fifteen other incredibly beautiful women, all with distinctive personalities and stories to tell. And plenty of men, as well. Ben scanned the crowd, curious, though perhaps a bit less curious about the men. His eyes darted from one woman to the next, taking in all those crucial little details.

He concentrated.

Nina, with her sharp powers of observation, was the first to notice something was amiss. She looked at Petra, who was too focused on the extremely newsworthy events currently taking place in the interface between the Mayor's bottom and the flat of Doc Topper's hand to realise anything strange was happening, and said "Petra!"

"What?"

"Don't look down!"

Petra looked down, and saw her slim Asian body was completely bare. From top to toe, she was clad in nothing but her heels, her small breasts and the neat triangle of dark hair adorning her pretty little pussy on display to the whole world. Including her co-worker, Rod, who spun his camera in her direction with the practiced speed and instincts of a professional newsman.

"EEK! ROD, STOP! WHY AM I NAKED!"

This set off a few laughs, and then a cascade of squeals as each of the beautiful ladies of Pinkwhistle realised, one by one, that they were all standing in the middle of the busy carnival, underneath the bright spotlights, completely stark naked. They yelped, covered themselves with their hands, tried to hide behind each other and generally made complete fools of themselves.

Ben watched. He took in Nina's round brown bottom, Trixie's strawberry-pink nipples, Lacey's perky little derriere and Sandra's surprisingly feminine squeaks as she spun in circles, strong arms clasped to her splendid tits. And he saw all their pussies, of course. Lots of lovely pussies, clean-shaved and curly, pink and brown, tight and wet. It was very nice to get a good look at all the women's naked pussies, especially since they hated it so much.

A number of clowns and other carnival folk had appeared on the sidelines of Sideshow Alley, pointing and hooting, drawing as much attention as possible to the squirming nude girls, deliberately making their predicament as embarrassing as possible. Some of the clowns had water pistols. Nina yelped as her full breasts were sprayed with what appeared to be very cold water, and Sandra squealed as one of the clowns scored a direct hit on her pussy.

Oh, and the other men in the crowd were having a great time, probably. Ben didn't know for sure, since he wasn't looking at them even a tiny little bit.