Fellow haunted house goers.

"Quick!" Willow hissed, "We've gotta get out of here!"

"But I'm still stuck!" Marianne replied in a worried tone.

"Mar," Mackenzie said, "I think you're gonna have to ditch the panties..."

Marianne groaned, reaching the same conclusion as her friends. She hurriedly began climbing up on the table, sliding out of the panties trapped at waist level. The second she slid her legs free she took off running down the dimly lit hall, following right behind her two nude companions.

As they ran they could hear the approaching voices. At least one woman and definitely several men. Not ideal, to say the least. The cacophony of voices was interrupted by one of them shouting "YO! Are they NAKED?!?"

All three girls blushed at the comment, aware that their bare asses were on display for the group as they fled.

"Damn, this place has streakers?!" another man shouted.

"What kind of haunted house IS this?" a woman added.

Finally, the girls rounded a corner and were shielded from view. They all quickly entered the first door they found, not having to exchange a word to agree. It was a well lit but tiny room. As Marianne closed the door behind her, she found herself pressed up against the other two women. Tiny didn't do it justice, this "room" was smaller than a closet! Barely two feet by two feet, all three naked women were practically on top of each other.

The room was filled with the sounds of the girls' heavy breathing. Each one's bare skin rubbed against the skin of both of the others. Breasts pressed against breasts and hips bumped into hips.

"N-now what do we do?" Mackenzie hesitantly asked.

Her question was answered by a sudden rumble, followed by a slight rising sensation. The room was an elevator!

"Oh, I don't like this." Willow said, "I don't like this at all." Both the other girls shared her sentiment.

After a few more moments, the elevator lurched to a halt. The girls braced themselves for the worst as the door opened once again.