The Balcony of Terror

"Balcony of terror?" said Susie, doubtfully, reading the writing on the door. "How can a balcony be of terror?"

"Let's find out," said Bonnie, pushing the door open. The girls confidently stepped through, onto what they were pretty sure was just a completely normal balcony. It was attached to the side of the haunted house, on the second floor, high above the bustling crowds of the carnival. A large spotlight pointed at it, illuminating whatever happened to be standing on it.

"Nope," said Bonnie, looking down at the crowds, who were looking back up at her expectantly. She saw Hank, who waved, and gave her the finger. "Not terrified at all."

"That's funny," said Susie, trying the door handle. "It's locked behind us. We're stuck out here." She looked at Bonnie, and her eyes went very wide.

"Oh, no," she said, urgently. "Bonnie! You're... you're..."

"I'm what?" said Bonnie, turning to look at Susie, and her eyes went even wider. "Susie! You're... you're..."

"I'm what?" said Susie. She and Bonnie looked at each other, gulped, then very slowly looked down at themselves. Both girls were, of course, completely stark naked.

"EEEEEEK!"

"DON'T LOOK!"

The crowd burst into laughter and applause as the two very naked women frantically tried to hide behind each other, duck behind the see-through railing, search for non-existent cover, hide their bare breasts and pussies behind their hands, and try to get back through the door, which remained extremely locked. There was no escape.