Mayor Peggy gets X-Rayed

Mayor Peggy took another bite of her candy floss and said "Never seen a woman before, Ben?"

"Not like this."

"Hey, quit staring at me. I'm the mayor, you know. You have to do what I say."

"If you're the mayor," said Ben, "why don't you have any clothes on?"

"Pretty weird thing to say. Obviously, I've got all my EEK! DON'T LOOK! WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?"

"Seems like you're the weird one," said Ben, staring intently as Peggy twisted and turned and tried to hide her charms with the candyfloss. "Walking around with no clothes on. Do you really think the people of Pinkwhistle want a naked mayor?"

"We do if she looks like that," said Doc Topper, appreciatively. Peggy scowled at him as she hopped from foot to foot, one arm clutching her breasts, the candyfloss strategically positioned between her legs. "I'd vote for her any day."

"What does everyone else think? Do you want to see the mayor naked?"

There was a chorus of agreement from the crowd, which included such Pinkwhistle luminaries as Petra Wong of the Pinkwhistle Observer and Nina Reyes of the sheriff's office. Ben knew they'd both had their fights to pick with Mayor Peggy. Mostly over such things as whether or not you really had to pay parking tickets, if you thought about it, and whether free speech was really such a big deal, if the speech in question was a story about the mayor trying to get out of paying parking tickets.

From the look on Peggy's face, he could see that she knew what she was in for. Not that she was a bad mayor. Far from it. Everyone thought she was a pretty good mayor, by the standards of these things. But the people of Pinkwhistle were Americans, and it's the God-given right of every American to make fun of their elected representatives from time to time.

When you really, really thought about it, making the mayor dance naked in front of all of her constituents was the essence of democracy in action. Just what the Founding Fathers would have wanted. Especially if she was a hot blonde with big tits.

Ben narrowed his eyes, thus concentrating the natural radiation of his gaze, and Mayor Peggy's hands flew high above her head. She performed an awkward pirouette, giving the whole crowd a look at her full breasts and plump bottom. She lurched awkwardly from side to side, like a puppet with its strings cut.

Then she began to do jumping jacks, spreading her legs with each hop so every last one of her constituents could get a great view of her pink pussy. Doc Topper hooted his approval, watching her tits bounce.

"You know," he said, thoughtfully, "there's something I always wanted to do to a mayor."