Susie's nightmare: licked on live TV

"Hey," said Anne, puzzled, looking at the surface of the mirror into which her victims had just fled. She could see them, Susie and Bonnie, in what appeared to be a television studio. She even recognised the set. "What's this?"

"Susie," said Nick Piccolo, host of Modern Times. It was her favourite talk show, and she always fantasised about what she'd say if she was on it. "Welcome to the show. As we know, you're a world-famous novelist, and you're here to promote your new book, The Evil Carnival."

"That's right, Nick."

"And with us tonight is your best friend, Bonnie Driscoll, ****-sports champion and internationally acclaimed rodeo rider. We're going to talk about that as well."

"Looking forward to it," said Bonnie, smiling at the camera. They were going out live to millions of people across the nation, and all their friends from high school were seated in the vast studio audience.

"But first, Susie, there's something we need to address. Are you in love with Bonnie?"

"Um," said Susie, going bright red. "Ulp."

"See, Susie, instead of a novel, you accidentally published your diary. I'm going to read an excerpt now. I, Susie Snook, think I might be a lesbian, or at least bisexual. And I'm pretty sure I have a big crush on my best friend Bonnie. I'd just die if she knew!"

"Em," said Susie. "Ehrm."

"Is that true? Remember, you're legally not allowed to lie on talk shows."

"It's true," said Susie, blushing so deeply she thought she might die as the cameras zoomed in on her face. "I have a big crush on Bonnie and secretly I want to... to KISS her."

"Susie," said Bonnie, severely. "You're in so much trouble for secretly being in lesbian love with me."

"I'm so sorry," mumbled Susie. "I'll never do it again."

"That's not good enough. You have to be punished."

"I agree," said Nick. "That's why we told you to wear these dresses that turn into whipped cream when I push this button." And he pushed the button, to twin "EEP!"s. The studio audience cheered as the two girls clasped their hands to their bare bodies, suddenly caught on live TV with nothing but a sticky layer of cream to hide their modesty. The cameras missed nothing.

"Hey," Bonnie protested. "Why am I being punished as well?"

"You let Susie be in lesbian love with you," explained Nick. "That's just as bad as being in lesbian love. Now, girls, it looks like you're covering up. That means our viewers at home can't get a good look at your creamy nudity. And that's just bad TV! So I'm going to press the fluffy pink handcuffs button."

"EEK!"

"STOP!"

"Give each other a kiss."

For a long time, Susie had been indulging in guilty fantasies about giving Bonnie a kiss. But not under these circumstances! Still, she had to do it. Sweating in the heat of the spotlight, cream clinging to her small but perky breasts and pleasantly rounded pale bottom, she locked lips with her trembling naked tomboy friend. Their blushing cheeks collided, their tongues sought out the warmth of each others' mouths, cream slid from one bare body to the next.

"Now," said Nick, "lick each other's bodies clean. First one naked gets a spanking."