Miss Trickett's evil plan

"This next chapter," Susie explained, "was directly inspired by something incredibly embarrassing that happened to me in high school. I've never told anyone about it before. Ahem. It wasn't until ten seconds after she walked into the classroom that Sophie Simpson realised she'd forgotten her pants..."

The audience giggled. Susie was standing in the back room of a bookstore in San Francisco, reading excerpts from her new epic saga of small-town American life, Under The Pants. What made this an especially interesting book reading was that she was doing it naked.

Susie did a lot of her book readings naked these days. Sometimes she did them in bra and panties, and sometimes she did them in a pink bunny-rabbit costume with a vibrator in her pussy, but mostly she did them naked. Two days ago, she and Bonnie had given a joint interview on Modern Times, her favourite talk show, stark naked with their panties on their heads.

The host, Nick Piccolo, had asked Susie if she'd regretted offending that evil witch all those years ago. Susie, blushing and trembling, had said yes, she regretted it very much. Then she and Bonnie had demonstrated all their favourite sex positions live on air, and explained to the live studio audience precisely what got them both off the hardest. They'd finished out the show by sitting in an inflatable pool full of oil, sharing a large pink double-ended dildo and staring directly into each other's red faces while they rubbed their clits together.

Bonnie, meanwhile, was doing all her **** sports naked these days. She surfed naked, hang-glided naked, rock-climbed naked, snowboarded naked, sky-dived naked and skateboarded in nothing but a helmet and knee pads. Several documentaries had been made about her. Whenever she lost a competition, which wasn't all that often, she was tied up and made to watch while all the other female competitors gang-banged Susie with big black strapons.

Miss Trickett lived in their house now. She had the master bedroom. Susie and Bonnie had to be her housemaids, in silly maid outfits with frilly little panties, whenever they were home. She was full of little tricks to make their lives exquisitely humiliating.

Sometimes she conjured up ghost hands, to pin them down on the bed and tickle them senseless. Sometimes she painted their bodies with itching powder (Peruvian Extra Spicy) and made them cuddle in an extra-tight sleeping bag. Sometimes she **** them to spend a long weekend in the tentacle dimension. Sometimes she took away their orgasm privileges for a month, and made them mud-wrestle, with only the winner getting to cum.

Sometimes, she brought them to the sleaziest imaginable strip clubs and make them put on live lesbian sex shows for a hooting crowd. Sometimes, Sydney Sweeney and Jenna Ortega had to join in. And she filmed as much of of it as possible, and put it all up on pornographic websites, of course.

It was quite a while before Trickett got around to explaining the fascinating story of how she'd escaped from carnival slavery. Bonnie and Susie both nodded and agreed she was very clever, then got back to licking her pussy and sucking her nipples. Later that day, they attended their ten-year high-school reunion, in the nude, where they were thoroughly and systematically teased to within an inch of their lives by the old cheerleading team. Anne-Marie, now the President of the United States, hadn't lost her touch.