The front door

It had been a long four and a half hours of hopping, ducking, creeping, sneaking, crouching through back yards and shuffling through front ones. Bunny-bouncing down the side of the road as tits jiggled, bottoms wiggled and passing cars honked their horns. Then more creeping and sneaking and ducking.

But, finally, Susie and Bonnie had made it home! And nobody had seen them! Well, almost nobody. Unless you counted all the cars, and the guy mowing his lawn, and the travelling salesman, and for some reason a single wandering clown who'd squirted water at them from his buttonhole.

But nobody else! And now they were safe! Susie hopped across her lawn to the front door, had a look at it, and paused.

"Um, Bonnie," she said. "Can you get this open?"

"What?" Bonnie hopped up to the door, turned around and tried to fumble the door handle open with her very well taped up hands. She couldn't get a grip on it. "Come on, how can this be so hard. Open, you stupid..."

Ben blinked.

He and the rest of the birdwatching club had been wandering around the streets of Pinkwhistle all day. Not only had they missed out on the chance to take any more naked pictures of Susie and Bonnie, they hadn't come anywhere close to finding a red-capped tomtit or a small-breasted warbler! Although those were pretty good descriptions of the girls, come to think of it.

But who was that in the front lawn of Susie's house?

"Hey," he said. "You girls need any help?"

"EEEK!"

"BEN! GO AWAY!"

"I'm just trying to be useful," said Ben, as Susie tried to hide behind a bush, and found there wasn't one. The wide green lawn was completely bare of cover. "You're trying to get in, right? I could open that door for you."

"Then do it, you fucking dork!"

"Sure. But there is a price."

"What price?"

"I think you can guess."

Susie bit her lip, unable to believe how mean and stupid boys were. But she didn't have a choice. If she couldn't get that door open, she was going to be stuck out here for the rest of the day. And what if the cheerleaders came back, and put her in a Cadillac again? She had to get in now!

Bonnie, beside her, had reached the same conclusion. With infinite ****, hating every second of it, the two girls stood and turned to face the cameras. And their doom.

"Smile," said Ben, and started taking pictures.

Naked pictures.

Embarrassing naked pictures, of Susie and Bonnie, who were standing on the front lawn of a suburban home, in broad daylight. Naked. In front of the whole birdwatching club.

And there they stood. Two very pretty, very naked, totally defeated and mortified girls, one shy and one tough, one dark and one ginger, one slim and one a little more curvy. But both equally, shamefully naked, bound at hand and feet, lovely breasts and pretty pussies on display for all the world to see. Or at least that part of it that liked to watch birds.

And both Susie and Bonnie felt their whole bodies burn with the trembling crimson flame of humiliation as the dorks of the birdwatching club, with their incredibly expensive high-definition cameras that uploaded everything straight to the internet, and automatically posted it on a number of social media sites, took pictures of them. Naked pictures. Pictures of their breasts and pussies and bottoms. Embarrassing naked pictures. And Ben took the most pictures of all.

Yep. That was pretty much how it went.