Bonnie does as she's told

She didn't want to do it.

She really, really didn't want to do it.

But if she didn't do it, Susie would be stuck in the carnival forever, as a hypnotised humiliated clown girl. Bonnie couldn't imagine a worse fate. It was almost like some kind of pervert had come up with it.

She had ****. She had to save her friend.

Bonnie, looking very frustrated, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Slowly, she rolled them down her hips, painfully aware that the whole crowd was watching her. She shifted her body, facing away from the queue so they couldn't see the unruly triangle of ginger curls between her legs. Of course, that meant they got an excellent look at her plump, lovely bare bottom as she slipped the panties down her thighs, down to her knees, and let go to allow them to puddle at her feet.

She glanced at the clown, whose white-painted face was totally expressionless. She stepped out of her panties and bent over to pick them up, ignoring the chuckles and the few camera flashes. Scowling, she handed them over.

"Thank you, Mr. Clown," she muttered. "Now may I please have the ball?"