The Yellow Door

The sound of trumpets rang through the park, an electronic fanfare that turned heads all up and down Sideshow Alley. The big yellow door at the front of the funhouse was opening.

Whispers ran through the crowd. The funhouse had been there for years, silently decaying. Once word had gotten round about the airjets and all the weird stuff with the custard pies, most people had learned to stay away from it. But in all those years, not one person had ever seen what was behind the big yellow door. It was a mystery of the fair.

Now, at last, they were going to find out.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the robotic voice boomed. "Mr. Jackson's Fabulous Funhouse is proud to present the most entertaining spectacle of the fair! She came! She saw! She challenged the funhouse! And the funhouse defeated her! Now presenting tonight's unlucky loser! Folks, we give you... the silliest little girl in the world!"

The door creaked open. And the platform rolled out, with Emily on it.

When Mr. Jackson had designed the device behind the yellow door, the crowning glory of all the funfair, he'd imagined it might, at best, catch a girl without her pants on. There she'd be, stuck on public display, unable to get free, and all with her underpants on display to the world. Total embarrassment for the poor creature, and a good honest laugh for everyone else. He'd hoped it would be very popular. People would queue around the block to try their luck.

It hadn't worked out that way, much to his disappointment. But never, in his wildest dreams, had he imagined something like this.

There was Emily, bent over at the waist, her head and hands caught in a medieval-style pillory, displayed on the platform in front of the funhouse to the goggling eyes of hundreds of fair-goers. Her full breasts hanging in the air, unfettered, swaying gently with the vibrations of the platform. Her plump, peachy bottom turned up into the air, a tempting target for anyone who might be harbouring wicked thoughts about spanking or pinching. Her golden curls gleaming between her thighs, as she struggled to keep her legs closed and hide her feminine treasures.

Stuck.

Out in public.

Naked.

Total embarrassment didn't begin to cover it.

"Eeeeeek!"