Running the Ring Toss

"Hey!" a male voice said from behind Emily.

The blonde girl jumped in surprise before whirling around to see another Adventureland employee standing behind the counter she'd been facing away from.

"Where the hell are your pants?" he asked, staring right at Emily's exposed underwear.

"I... uh..." she stammered, her blush deepening.

"Never mind, I don't care. Look, can you cover my break? Dylan never came to relieve me and I'm dying for a smoke."

Emily was about to attempt to politely refuse when she realized that running the game would mean she'd be able to stand behind the counter. She could keep her panties out of sight from the passersby!

"Oh, sure!" she said, "What do I have to do?"

"Just take their money and give them rings to toss at the bottles," he said as he opened a flap in the counter to exit the stand. "If they get em on the marked bottles they win. Easiest job in the world." He held it up until Emily made her way inside the stand. And with that, he began walking away. "See you in 15."

"Wait... what do they get if they win?" she asked.

"Give em a small prize if they get a few and a big prize if they get a lot," he called without bothering to look back. "Just use common sense."

"Okay! You can count on me!" Emily shouted back, but the man either didn't hear her or just didn't respond to her.

It didn't take long for Emily to start getting customers. A lot of customers. Her lower half was thankfully obscured from their sight thanks to the stand's counter. And she was able to keep tugging her panties up so they wouldn't slip too far down her body. But Emily's generous chest, packed tightly into the snug yellow t-shirt, was still a sight to behold. And so, Emily had a decently sized crowd gathered around the stand when disaster struck. Someone managed to throw all of their rings onto winning bottles.

"WOOO!" the man cheered triumphantly.

"Congratulations!" Emily beamed.

"I get the grand prize for that, right? I'll take that giant stuffed panda!" Emily followed his gaze up to the giant stuffed bear hanging high above the counter.

"You want... that prize?" she asked, nervously. Just how in the heck was she supposed to get that down in her current half-dressed state?!

"That's what I said! Let's go already!"

Emily gulped, not sure what to do. She looked around for something to help, but found nothing. Unbeknownst to her, there was a long metal hook-like tool under the counter that could be used to unhook and lower prizes hanging high up like the panda. Poor Emily thought her only option for getting it down would be one she really didn't want to do.

"C-coming right up..." she muttered. And then, with all the **** in the world, Emily began climbing up onto the counter. A round of cheers echoed through the crowd at the sight that Emily wasn't wearing any pants. Then the shouts began.

"Hell of a show, baby!"

"Take off the shirt next!"

"Give us a spin!"

For half a second, Emily pictured herself doing that last command. But she quickly dismissed that silly thought. Why had she even remotely considered that? As quickly as she could, Emily reached up with both hands for the top of the giant panda, which was resting on a plastic hook. But she froze as she felt her panties begin to slip down her hips. She quickly dropped a hand back down to grab her underwear, but the crowd had already noticed the slight slippage. A further roar of excitement ran through the gathered crowd.

"Let em drop!"

"Oh yeah baby!"

"Shake that ass!"

Emily tried to ignore the crowd, but it was incredibly hard. All these people gathered there, staring right at her exposed panties. It was mortifying! She wanted to teleport herself home. She wanted to crawl under a rock. She wanted to let her panties start sliding down her legs. Wait, what? How had that last thought popped into her head? Emily shook her head and began reaching for the panda with one hand again. She couldn't quite reach the top, where it was hanging from, so she began jumping.

Emily jumped in place, further delighting her crowd of admirers. Her bountiful chest bounced with each attempt, and her curvy ass jiggled slightly with each landing. But on the next jump, when Emily had reached her peak, the hem of her shirt caught on one of the empty plastic hooks meant for hanging prizes. As she descended, her shirt was whisked up her body. And by the time she landed on the counter, it had been raised up above her shoulders. This pulled both of Emily's arms up and away from her body, and bared her matching red bra to the crowd of onlookers. A collective cheer roared from the gleeful fairgoers. Which was soon surpassed by an even louder cheer as Emily's panties slid down to her knees, exposing her pussy to everyone.

Emily felt the panties dropping, but with her arms effectively trapped by her snagged shirt, all she could manage to do was squeeze her knees together and prevent her underwear from dropping any further. But that did nothing to hide her exposure. Everyone was looking right at her most private place! The blonde girl began struggling, trying to get her shirt unhooked and her arms freed.

Emily's efforts were met with a certain degree of success. She managed to pull herself away from the hook, but it came at the expense of her shirt. With a loud ripping noise, the lower half of Emily's yellow t-shirt ripped completely free from her body and dangled uselessly from the hook. The tight top barely now barely even covered half of her red bra! Emily immediately grabbed for her panties, yanking them back up to cover her pussy. Seeing the dozens and dozens of eyes still on her, Emily hopped down from the counter and took off running again.