The Naked Lady Flying Squad

The carousel played jangly music as the girls were slowly rotated around the central wheel, dangling in midair just above the heads of the townsfolk, every last one of them now stark naked with their hands tied above their heads and all their lovely jiggly girly bits on very public display. Each shrieking, each blushing face, each mortified squeal or angry cry of protest was more entertaining than the last. There was general agreement that Susie had the best pussy, Bonnie had the best bottom and Mayor Peggy Jackson had the best tits, but beyond that there was a lot of fair-minded debate on the relative merits of the naked girls.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said Mr. Trapp, grabbing a microphone and hoping up onto a platform. "It is my sad duty to inform you that there has been a minor malfunction at the Flying Carousal. It seems that, during a free session for the most beautiful women in the park, our lovely riders were most unfortunately tied up and stripped of all their clothing."

General cheers. Trapp shook his head mournfully. "Can't imagine who'd celebrate that," he said. "Anyway, we can't get them down, so we might as well make the best of it. By turning them into part of the fun! Everyone, welcome to Trickett and Trapp's latest and greatest show, the celebrated Naked Lady Flying Squad! A round of applause for all the girls!"

The Mayor's angry squeal cut through the applause. Trapp turned to look at her. "And an especially big hand for Mayor Peggy Jackson, who's being such a good sport about all this! And who, I can't help but notice, has great big tits and doesn't shave her pussy! Hip, hip, hooray!"

Peggy, who did indeed have great big tits topped with lovely round pink nipples, and whose pussy was adorned by a dense thicket of blonde curls, snarled at Trapp and tried to kick him as she swung by. Her foot went harmlessly over his head.

"That's why I'm so short," he explained, and gave a little bow. "And here comes Bonnie! I hope you're not mad at me, Bonnie!"

"LET ME DOWN RIGHT NOW, YOU CREEP! STOP!"

"Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me," sang Trapp, as Bonnie's own flailing feet came nowhere near him, the kick doing nothing but parting her legs to expose her glistening shell-pink lips to the fascinated spectators. "Well, maybe later. For now, let's get on with the show! The Naked Lady Flying Squad has something very special they'd like to share with you!"

"NO WE DON'T! SHUT UP!"

"Beyond their jiggly girly parts, I mean!"