Bra and panties target practice

At the far end of the shooting gallery, behind the counter, five women were fastened to posts.

From left to right, these women were Sheriff Nina Reyes, Bonnie Driscoll, Mayor Peggy Jackson, Susie Snook, and Petra Wong of the Pinkwhistle Observer. Each of these women appeared to be struggling, but the bonds that held them all upright and securely fastened to the posts appeared impossible to break.

The tent that held the shooting gallery was full of people. About two-thirds of these people were Pinkwhistle citizens. Nobody knew where the other third had come from. New York? Tokyo? Another planet? It didn't matter very much. The important thing was that everyone seemed to be getting along just great.

Miss Trickett, standing behind the booth in her black silk cheongsam, smiled as she handed out water-squirting pistols to the patiently queueing customers lining up for a crack at their pretty, squirming targets. She carefully refilled each pistol from a hidden tank under the bench.

Bright white lights shone down on the five target girls from above, illuminating every last inch of their lovely skin for the benefit of their giggling audience. Bright red ball gags in their mouths prevented them from spoiling the mood by complaining about their predicament.

The five girls had been stripped down to their underwear.

Sheriff Reyes wore sensible black bikini briefs and a matching bra, her sweaty caramel curves gleaming in the light as she struggled against her bonds and glared curses at the inquisitive onlookers.

Bonnie wore yellow cotton panties and a sky-blue bra. Mayor Peggy's panties were pink and frilly, and her bra was made to match. Susie's panties were white, her bra black. Petra Wong wore a lacy red bra that was almost see-through, and a crimson satin thong.

None of the girls seemed to appreciate being tied up in their underwear in front of a laughing crowd, but right now their feelings didn't seem to matter very much. Anne-Marie Patchett, cheerleader queen, who'd shoved her way to the front of the queue, bit her lip as she steadied her aim.