The Gallery of Gullible Girls

A very long queue had formed outside the door of the Wax Museum.

Mr. Trapp, now bereft of his historical models, had been **** to improvise. He had put an announcement over the PA system, repeated at ten minute intervals.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid the Naked Cheerleader Walk of Shame is over for today. But if you enjoyed it, you'll love what's coming next. Head over to the Wax Museum for our newest attraction, the Gallery of Gullible Girls!"

The queue got longer every minute. The whole town, men and women alike, wanted to see what could possibly top the Naked Cheerleader Walk of Shame. Mr. Trapp, on the door, was only letting people in one at a time, so the line was moving quite slowly, but the guests had plenty to look at.

Susie, standing to attention, offered Bonnie a stiff military salute. Bonnie returned the favour. They stood at the base of the steps, the line passing between them, girls from their high school giggling, the eyes of boys goggling as they tried to decide whether to look left or right. A feather boa had been draped around Bonnie's shoulders, and a black silk top hat was perched at a jaunty angle on Susie's head. GULLIBLE GIRL had been written in lipstick across Susie's small breasts, and MORE LIKE ME INSIDE across Bonnie's strong thighs.

"That's Susie Snook," heard Susie. "And she's STARK NAKED!"

"And Bonnie Driscoll," heard Bonnie. "And she's BARE NUDE!"

Still giggling, the three girls from their high school walked up the steps and into the Wax Museum, accompanied by a single boy. There, Mr. Trapp patiently explained that he was sorry, but he could only let them in one at a time. It was a safety policy.

First, he let in Trixie Washington, a charming little blonde with a smile sweet as pie who only jabbed the other girls with pins when the teachers weren't looking. He froze Trixie, and explained that she was a gullible girl. Two clowns came in and carried her off.

The next two girls suffered the same procedure. Finally, Mr. Trapp invited in the boy, who was Ben from before. He cordially shook his hand, explained that the show was a practical joke on all the women of Pinkwhistle, and invited him to wander the building at his leisure, looking at the tits and pussies of every woman he knew. Ben, who had already figured this out, agreed with enthusiasm.

There was the Hall of Authority Figures, where Mayor Peggy Jackson was posed in all her nude blonde glory with an American flag waving from her lovely round bottom, and Sheriff Nina Reyes stood fuming with her hands on her hips in only cowboy hat and boots. There was the Hall of Teachers, where stern maths teacher Ruby Chow was gleefully spanked with rulers as a bashful nerd recited a love poem to a gorgeous and very undressed Miss Megan Honey. There was the Hall of All Your Friends, where the entire female population of Pinkwhistle High School was displayed in rows to their fascinated male counterparts, minus the cheerleaders. And there was the Hall of Cheerleaders, who it turns out were back for one last hurrah.

Ben enjoyed it thoroughly, and all his friends agreed. It had to be the best Halloween ever. The girls did not agree, but their opinion didn't matter, since they were girls, and they didn't have any clothes on.