Faster and faster!

"Sorry about that, girls!" called out Mr. Trapp, who seemed to be fiddling with the controls. He sounded genuinely concerned. "Minor oversight! Get it fixed in a jiffy!"

"Don't get it fixed! Let us down!" Mayor Peggy, who dangled in the air on the other side of Bonnie from Susie, aimed a savage kick at the interested small-business owners and members of the Tourist Board who were hanging around below her, looking up at her long thrashing legs and her frilly pink panties. "Damn it, Jason! You voted for me!"

"Yep, and this is why!"

Bonnie, with nobody beneath her, looked left and right at the crowds under Susie and Peggy. Susie's face was rapidly turning red as Anne-Marie merrily snapped away and the hypnotised boys ogled her white underwear. The Mayor looked ready to explode, subject to a form of public scrutiny she felt she didn't deserve. Bonnie looked down, at her own jeans and gingham shirt. Then she laughed.

"Bonnie!" snapped Susie. "It's not funny!"

"Sorry, Susie. But you have to admit it's a tiny little bit funny."

"It's not! Mr. Trapp, can you get us down, please?"

"Almost there, girls," said Mr. Trapp, kneeling in the heart of the machinery. Susie heard a loud clank. "It's not my job, of course, the carousal repair guy's on holiday, but that ought to do it! You'll be down in the blink of a goblin's eye, or my real name isn't Mr. Trapp!"

Another clank, and Susie dropped a heartbreaking three feet, sending her skirt flying up around her waist before the harness caught her. The sound of gears grinding as she was hauled back up, up into the air, exactly the opposite of the way she wanted to go.

Then the carousal started to spin again.

Faster and faster, faster still, until the whole fairground was a blur of twinkling motion. Susie's legs flailed as momentum lifted her even further, tilting her at an angle as the spinning carousel raised her high above the rooftops. The stars twinkled overhead as she spun, faster than ever before, centrifugal **** tugging at her body and her clothing, her whole world a blur of exhilarating colour as her heart lifted at the sheer joy of motion...

She was having so much fun she didn't even realise when her left shoe came off. Then her right one. It was only when she felt the tugging at her hips that she realised what was happening. The harness held her skirt in place, but...

From below, the townsfolk watched in wonder as the girls raced through the sky, moving so fast they were just a colourful wheel of light. And as about two dozen objects were ejected from that wheel, flying away over the carnival.

A pair of white panties landed on the roof of the Haunted House.

A pair of frilly pink panties landed on the sheriff's hat.

And a pair of yellow panties landed in a muddy field outside the carnival gates. Followed by something else.

Slowly, the carousel whirled to a stop. The crowds scampered after their favourite suspended ladies, following them clockwise around the fence as the horrified women came to a stop, realising how much worse their predicaments had just become. Jason was the first to realise it.

"Hey!" he said, pointing up. "The Mayor's lost her panties!"

"You can't say that! I'll sue you!"

"It's free speech," said Doc Topper. "Kitty's lost hers, too. Hey, quick check! Have all the girls lost their panties?"

"None over here!" said Rod cheerfully, getting a high-definition shot up Petra Wong's skirt as the mortified reporter shrieked and struggled. She folded her long silky thighs together, trying and failing to conceal her secrets as the burly cameraman cheerfully snapped away. "And she shaves! I always wondered about that."

"How dare you? You're not allowed to know that!"

"It's going to be on the front page tomorrow, darling."

"Get the Mayor as well!" shouted Jason. "The public needs to know that the Mayor doesn't shave her pussy!"

"Scandalous!"

Susie whimpered, twining her legs together in a **** attempt to stave off the inevitable. She liked her pussy. She was proud of her pussy. She knew she had an unusually beautiful pussy, a neat little triangle of dark hair and soft sensitive lips between her lovely thighs, and she didn't let just anybody see it. But now...

"Hey, Susie," said Anne-Marie, cell phone camera held high. The boys were utterly mesmerised, and now there was more of them. "Nice vagina."