S-ENF-009 - SNEAKING

Item #: S-ENF-009
Object Designation: Sneaking

Thelma ducked down behind the low stone wall, painfully aware of just how many people were on the other side. The summer festival had drawn in thousands of people to the tiny Spanish village of Nalgarojas. The streets were full of people sipping wine, dancing in the sun and generally having a fantastic time.

"Come on," hissed Carol, behind her. "What's the hold-up?"

"We can't afford to let anyone see us," whispered Thelma. "This is all your fault. If you hadn't touched that ancient idol..."

"Idols are for touching. I learned that day one of security school. Eggheads always tell you not to do it, and they're always wrong."

"Well, now we're stuck with the gorgon's curse. As long as nobody spots us, we'll be fine. But if even one person finds out we're here..."

"Just move already," scolded Carol, who was staring directly at Thelma's bare bottom. The two women were naked, unsurprisingly, crawling on all fours with their backsides wiggling and their full breasts swaying enticingly beneath them. "Make a run for it. We're only five minutes away from the collection point."

"If you understood the science..."

"Hurry up!" Carol slapped Thelma's ass, making her jump. "You nerds are always worried about something."

Thelma took a deep breath, summoning up all her courage as she searched for a gap in the crowds. There was never going to be a perfect moment, but maybe... now! She sprang to her feet, launching herself forward, sprinting for the safety of the shadowed area in the cottage on the other side of the road.

She would have made it, too, if a single tourist from Iceland hadn't glanced over in her direction at just the wrong time. He did a double take and stopped to stare openly, slack-jawed, at Thelma's soft curvy body and her lovely bouncing breasts. Which, because of the gorgon's curse, caused her to slow down just the tiniest bit.

Another head turned.

"Hey, look! A naked lady!"

And all of a sudden, Thelma was running in slow motion, more and more eyes pivoting in her direction. The gorgon's curse meant that every additional person who saw her naked slowed her down. And there were lots and lots of people here to look at her naked.

"Look at her tits!"

"And her ass!"

"Wow!"

Thelma tried to lift her hands to cover her body. It was like moving her arms through jelly. A chuckle rippled through the crowd as she came to a slow, steady halt, her boobs bouncing in slow motion. She could still feel herself moving, ever so slightly. Perhaps an inch an hour. At this rate, they might make it to the extraction point in another couple of weeks.

Carol, behind her, was in much the same predicament. The crowd drifted closer, raising their cellphones and making rude comments on the women's bodies in English, Spanish and Icelandic. An Irish girl looked down at the wicker basket in her hands, which was full of overripe tomatoes.

"Hey," she said. "I have an idea."