The ghosts aren't done with them

As she stood in the spotlight, bombarded by cheers and camera flashes, in front of every single person she'd ever met in her life, looking down at the grinning faces of the Mayor and the Sheriff and Doc Topper and Ben and the entire football team and that incredibly cute guy from the supermarket she'd never even got the chance to say hello to, and three reporters from the Pinkwhistle Observer, and Ben, Susie could be thankful for only one thing. At least she still had her panties on.

It was at that precise moment her panties were grabbed by spectral hands and pulled down around her ankles.

Susie's piercing squeal, perhaps the loudest of the evening, rang in the cool night air. Atop the Ferris Wheel, two canoodling teens jumped upright, wondering what the hell they'd just heard. In the Big Top, the tightrope walker fell off her rope. (Luckily, the clowns had left out a big tub of custard for her to land in.)

Susie reached down to grab her panties, and her bra was undone. She reached up to grab her bra, and her panties were pulled off her ankles and tossed into the air above her head. She jumped to reach for her panties, and her bra fell off. She reached down to grab for her bra, and her bottom was smacked very hard, making her shriek and leap into the air.

She looked down at her tall, slender body, her small but pleasant breasts with their pink nipples stiffening in the cool night air, the well-groomed triangle of dark hair between her legs, the neat, delicate slit of her pussy. Susie liked her pussy. She knew she had a beautiful vagina, and she took very good care of it, playing with it once a day on schedule and never letting anyone else see it unless she was completely sure they deserved it. Now, all of a sudden, everyone could see it. And they didn't deserve it at all!

Susie shrieked, covered herself with her hands, and ducked behind Bonnie, who was therefore thrust out into the spotlight. Bonnie squealed and ducked into a crouch, exposing Susie again, who squealed louder and ducked into a crouch behind Bonnie. The two girls shuffled around each other, each trying to minimise their exposure as the light gleamed off their naked forms.

Spectral hands hovered around them, the ghosts plotting their next attack.