June: Stripped By the Ghost

As soon as she had set down the flashlight, June took off her jacket. Without the jacket to cover her shirt, it was abundantly obvious just how tight and brief her shirt was. It was also obvious that she wasn't wearing anything under it.

Even as she did this, her shorts once again rode up her ass. June swore and pulled them down.

As she did so, the flashlight rolled off the table and fell on the floor, landing with a crash. It went out.

"Shit," June said. She bent down and picked up the flashlight. She pressed the switch. Nothing happened. She felt the end, and her fingers told her the glass was broken, and so was the bulb.

June gasped and dropped the flashlight as she felt the hemline of her shirt suddenly lift up, past her breasts to her shoulders. Before she even had time to realize what was happening, it came loose with a ripping sound, leaving her naked from the waist up.

June brought her hands to her breasts, covering one with each hand. As she did this, she felt a tugging at the waistband of her shorts. She looked down in time to see them rip, flying off her body to disappear into a corner of the large bathroom.

June gasped and backed toward the door. She reached out and took hold of the knob. Desperately, she twisted the knob, then threw her weight at the door. The knob didn't move, and the door didn't open.

Rip.

June shrieked as she felt her panties being pulled off her body. She tried a little harder to open the door, again without success.

June generally didn't have any problem being naked. In fact, she often rather enjoyed it. However, she didn't like having something she couldn't see strip her against her will.

"Lare!" she called out, hoping Larry could hear her. "Lare! Help me!"

She tried harder to open the door.