S2-ENF-020 - PIN-UP

“This is intolerable,” fumed Emilia Lucent. “Not only did they make that stupid movie about us, but now I find out that these… indecent pictures of us are being sold in every drugstore, bowling alley, pool hall and comic book shop in the nation!”

“Some of these are pretty good,” said Carol Song, turning over the pages of a pin-up calendar. Each month was decorated with a color photograph of Emilia in a different compromising position. There she was wrestling a tentacle monster in the canals of Venice, locked out of a Las Vegas hotel room, chasing a dog down a busy street in New Jersey, dancing on a carnival float in Rio de Janeiro, trying to retrieve her panties from a tall tree in Connecticut, holding down a windblown kilt in Scotland, falling off a boat in the Caribbean, and many more. “Check out December! I remember the day the poltergeist got loose in that Bavarian cake shop! Come on, these are pretty funny.”

“This one over here is of you.”

“Completely unacceptable. We have to shut this down. Hey! You?”

“Yes?” said the girl behind the counter of the comic book shop, who was of Vietnamese extraction and had a green streak in her hair. Her name happened to be Stacy. “Can I help you?”

“Where do these pin-up calendars come from?”

“Honestly, I’ve never thought to ask.”

“And you just sell them? Without even thinking about it?”

“Yeah. Duh. It’s a shop.”

“Well, your little party is over,” said Emilia, grabbing a calendar off her shelf and doing her best to tear it up. It was made of some kind of tear-resistant material, and she completely failed to damage it in any way. “We’re shutting this place down. What do you have to say about that?”

“Ooh! The boss said this might happen!” Stacy pulled a camera out from under the counter, aimed it at Emilia and Carol, and took a picture.

“This is a special camera,” she explained, as the two ladies found themselves pouting and posing for the lens, “which forces any girl I point it at to pose for pin-up photos. The boss said if anyone came in here and started making a fuss about the calendars, I should use it on them. Take off your tops!”

“I will do no such thing,” said Emilia, already beginning to undo the top button of her blouse. Stacy snapped away as she and Carol performed a ****, slow striptease in the middle of the comic book store, before a dozen browsing nerds, in full view of the shoppers in the mall beyond the store’s large plate-glass window. The red-faced curvy girls, one blonde and one Asian, both luminous with outrage, protested the whole time, but the camera’s special powers left them with no alternative but to strip down to their bras and panties before what seemed like scores of leering eyes.

“Cute,” said Stacey, looking them over. Emilia’s bra and panties were lacy and white, Carol’s sporty and black. “You two will make an excellent window display.”