Help The Snowcone Stand

Bonnie wanted to race right into the carnival, her fiery red hair bouncing as she looked around in awe. But Susie, ever cautious, hung back, scanning the scene with curiosity, her glasses reflecting the colorful lights of the carnival tents.

"Where do you want to go first?" Bonnie asked, already excited to check out the various attractions.

"I don’t know," Susie replied, her eyes lingering on the crowd of rowdy teenagers nearby. "Maybe we should wait until the crowds thin out a bit…"

Before they could decide, they were approached by none other than Mr. Trapp, the goateed man in the three-piece suit who’d greeted visitors at the entrance. He walked up to them, his eyes twinkling with a mix of charm and cunning.

"Ah, such lovely young ladies! Have you been enjoying the wonders of our carnival?" Trapp asked, his smile as wide as his intentions were hidden.

"We just got here," Bonnie replied, trying to contain her excitement. "We're deciding what to check out first."

Mr. Trapp looked them over thoughtfully. "Well, well, I have just the thing! You see, one of our stands, our world-famous snowcone stand to be exact, is in **** need of some help. Now, normally we hire our own workers, but for two lovely girls like yourselves, I think we can make an exception. In fact, I'll pay you to help out for just a short time."

Bonnie blinked. "Wait, you want us to work?"

Susie frowned. "We were just here to visit..."

Mr. Trapp waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, don’t worry, it's nothing too difficult. Just serving a few snowcones to the customers. And the best part? You’ll get exclusive access to the Midnight Show for free once you’re done."

Bonnie’s eyes lit up. "The Midnight Show? Is that the one they keep talking about in the posters?"

"Indeed it is! A special treat for the evening’s most distinguished guests," Trapp replied smoothly. "And it’s not like I’m asking you to work the whole night. Just a little help here and there."

Susie hesitated, but Bonnie was already intrigued by the idea of getting special access. "Come on, Susie. It’ll be fun! We’ll just serve a few snowcones, and then we’ll get to see the show!"

Susie bit her lip, **** but curious. "Okay, I guess it couldn’t hurt."

"Wonderful!" Trapp clapped his hands, quickly steering them toward the snowcone stand, where the long line of customers stretched out. "Our snowcone stand is right over here. Tara, our expert, will show you the ropes. And remember, you’ll be free in no time for the Midnight Show!"

Before they could say much else, they were at the stand. A bored-looking brunette with heavy eyeshadow and a too-cheerful outfit was lazily pouring syrup into a cone. Tara glanced at them, then back at the line.

"Hi," Bonnie said, feeling a bit unsure now that they were suddenly workers. "Mr. Trapp said you needed help?"

"Uh-huh."

"What can we do? Help serve?" Susie asked, still cautious.

"Nuh-uh," Tara muttered as she continued serving, clearly not enthused about her job. "You can... fix the ice crusher?"

Bonnie and Susie exchanged a look, confused. "Fix it?" Bonnie asked.

"Uh-huh," Tara said, without offering any more explanation.

Bonnie shrugged, and the two of them bent down to inspect the machine, trying to figure out what could possibly be wrong. As they leaned over, both girls felt a sudden tug as the metal tube of the ice crusher somehow managed to hook into their shirts. They fumbled to unhook themselves, but before they could, the machine whirred to life, spraying crushed ice all over them.

"Eek!" Bonnie yelped as the freezing cold ice crystals filled her shirt, soaking through to her red bra. Susie, equally drenched, gasped as her pink blouse became transparent, revealing her pale pink bra beneath.

They struggled to free themselves, but it was no use. After five minutes of wriggling and fighting with the machine, they finally managed to unhook their shirts. Ice had already melted, soaking through their clothes, making them cling to their bodies, highlighting every curve. Their cheeks burned red with embarrassment as they realized just how much of their bodies were now on display to the waiting customers.

Tara, who had been watching lazily, handed them both an ice scoop and a syrup hose. Both girls stood there, holding the implements, unsure of what to do next. They glanced at each other, then down at the equipment in their hands.

"What do we do with these?" Susie asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Tara smirked. "Use them to serve the snowcones, of course. And don’t let go of them, no matter what happens."

Bonnie looked at the crowd and then back at Tara. "Wait, we have to—"

"Serve the customers. And don’t let go. Promise?" Tara interrupted, not waiting for any protests.

"Uh, promise," Susie said, her voice hesitant.

"Pinky promise?" Tara asked with a mischievous grin.

"Extra special pinky promise with a cherry on top," Bonnie added, trying to sound confident despite her mortification.

"Good," Tara replied with a wicked smile. Without warning, she reached down and yanked both Bonnie’s and Susie’s shorts down around their ankles in one swift motion. "Enjoy your shift!"