Greenvalley shame parade

Mayor Betty Swan, a sultry raven-haired pinup of a politician, led the parade that marched right down the centre of Pinkwhistle's Main Street. Crowds lined the pavement on each side, cheering and hurling pink confetti in the air. People from all the nearby towns - Bluehaven, Redfumble, Whitebridge and Yellowknicker - had turned up to see the show.

She wore a spangly pink top hat, equally spangly pink knee-high cowboy boots, and a translucent mayor's sash, carefully pasted to her skin. And nothing else.

She really, really regretted making that bet on the big football game with Pinkwhistle. She wasn't even sure why she'd done it, or why every last woman in Greenvalley had agreed to abide by it. It had seemed like such a good decision at the time, when she'd been sure she would win.

"Greenvalley sucks!" she shouted, raising her gold-capped baton into their air. "Pinkwhistle rules! Everyone, welcome to the big Greenvalley Parade of Shame!"

Applause and wolf-whistles filled the air. People were leaning out the upper windows of passing buildings to get a better view of the fuming, frustrated mayor's naked form. Her tits bounced, her bottom wiggled, the black triangle of her bush peeped between her white thighs. She was walking stark naked through Pinkvalley. She'd had nightmares about this exact scenario. Every last inch of her lovely body exposed to the people she hated most in the entire world.

Greenvalley was never going to live this down.

Behind her, marching in formation, was the entire Greenvalley High School cheerleading team, in extra-small pink spanky pants, shaking pink pom-poms. They were topless, and their bare breasts had been painted with pink glitter.

Behind them marched a row of older women, all in their early thirties. Ex-cheerleaders. Led by Samantha Suzuki, a strong, curvy black woman who now worked for the Greenvalley Police Department. They wore spanky pants and tit glitter as well, though their breasts were a little larger.

Behind them marched the women of Greenvalley. Hundreds of them. Schoolgirls, teachers, mechanics, farmers, librarians, cops, antiques dealers, malt shop owners. Brunettes, blondes, redheads. All shapes and sizes and colours. Lined up in rows of ten, parading down Main Street in full view of the laughing crowds.

In their underwear.

Plain white cotton bras. Frilly red knickers. Lime green thongs. Purple skull-patterned boyshorts. Yellow sports bras. Rainbow-striped pushups. Hello Kitty panties. Black bikini-cut briefs. The girls had been instructed to bring their own underwear, selected at random from their drawers, which made for some interesting combinations.

Betty caught Mayor Peggy's eye, and scowled. The blonde waved, and shouted something Betty couldn't hear over all the commotion. She really, really wished she hadn't made that bet.