The Good Girl's Promise

It wasn't fair!

She was trying to be a good girl. She really was. She was trying to keep the promise she'd made. But now it felt like the whole world was trying to get her to quit. She didn't understand why people had to be so mean.

Well, she wasn't going to do it. She just wasn't. She was going to stand there with the Ming vase above her head for however long it took, no matter what happened.

Even if that mean girl in the yoga pants had taken her shorts off, and cut up her T-shirt, and poured a chocolate milkshake over her head. And then gone away. And come back with a whole Japanese tour group.

And even if the whole Japanese tour group had posed for photos with her, red-faced and topless and chocolatey in the middle of the fairground. Photos that were no doubt bound for some Japanese family album, where they'd stay forever, an eternal reminder of her very public humiliation.

And even if the girl in the yoga pants had snuck up behind her, waited for the whole tour group to pose around her, then pulled down her panties just as the camera had gone off. Preserving for all time the sight of her shocked face as she was suddenly deprived of her last bastion of modesty, her feminine secrets revealed to all the world, a photo so embarrassing that even just knowing it existed would forever be a source of squirmy **** to Emily.

And even if her panties had then been given to the photographer as a thank-you present. Leaving poor Emily standing there completely naked, unable to run away, unable to cover up. Showing off her pretty pink body to the world, being teased and ogled and mocked and photographed by anyone who came along. Knowing she'd never be able to show her face in public again without people reminding her of the day she lost all her clothes at the fairground. A **** to the whims of the public, totally **** to any cruel trick anyone wanted to play on her. The whole world knowing her as the little naked loser she was.

It was the worst **** in the world! She hated it! She hated having to stand there naked, thinking about how naked she was!

Of course, she could let go of the Ming vase at any time, and solve all her problems immediately.

But she couldn't do that, because she'd, uh... made a promise. Yes. That was it. Of course, she didn't actually want to be naked in public. She was a good girl, and good girls didn't want things like that. But the promise was making her do it. She was being **** into nudity by circumstances beyond her control.

It's not like the mimes were tricking her or anything like that. They definitely weren't planning on leaving her naked for as long as they could get away with, just to **** her. Or, if they were, she definitely hadn't worked it out some time in the last half hour of nudity.

And, even if they were, she had to give them the benefit of the doubt. She had to stand there, naked and sticky, for everyone to see, for just a little bit longer. To make absolutely sure.

It was a big sacrifice, because she hated being naked in public so much. Hated hated hated hated hated it. It was so embarrassing. She was such a good girl, to put up with all this embarrassment for the sake of keeping a promise.

She'd have to let it go eventually, she thought. But she had to endure the squirming, whimpering, lip-biting, toe-curled, red-faced, bare-naked shame for as long as she could. She'd be such a bad girl if she let go.