Susie keeps the faith

"We can't betray the harlequins," scolded Susie. "It would be wrong."

"I guess you're right. Anyway, let's get in there."

Susie went first, Bonnie helping her up. Both girls found themselves in a surprisingly large wooden room, its walls lined with old circus posters, looking at a surprisingly large pile of panties in the corner. Striped ones, spotted ones, boyshorts and thongs and lacy lingerie. Violette was already searching through them, tossing out the ones that didn't fit.

"Here's mine," she said, holding up a pair of heart-patterned white panties. "How could that clown steal my lucky underwear! So rude! And here's yours, Elodie." She tossed the dark slender girl a pair of blue boyshorts decorated with pink kitten faces.

"Put them, on quick! Finally, we've got one over those idiot clowns. Quiet, though, or they'll hear us."

"But how... never mind." Bonnie slipped her yellow panties back up, wondering just exactly how the clowns had gotten them. They clung to her full hips, gently squeezing the curve of her round bottom. She had to admit she felt much more secure with her panties on. Though something about them did feel a little... off.

Susie was looking at the window. "Hey," she whispered, urgently. "Is that supposed to be closed?"

"What? No!" Violette rattled it, then spun on Susie accusingly. "You must have bumped it! You stupid, stupid girls!"

"I didn't touch it! Why does it even lock from outside?"

"Shh!" said Elodie, and pointed at the door. From the other side it they could hear a creak, and a thumping on the floorboards. A clown was coming. If they made even the tiniest sound, they'd all be caught.

Susie held her breath.

And felt a tiny tickle between her legs. Gradually escalating to a tingle, then a tease, then a hundred little flywheels dancing at once over her clit, thousands of hot electric shocks marching over her mound of Venus, an army of thorn-footed centipedes parading across her bottom...

She bit her lip. Every single cell in her body was demanding that she cry out. From the looks on the other girls' faces, she could tell they were all in exactly the same position.

Itching powder.

There was nothing for it. It didn't matter how hard she'd fought for them. Susie had to pull off the panties. She tried, taking hold of their hem and attempting to **** them down over her hips, and found she couldn't.

Itching powder and glue.

The clowns had been prepared for them. They'd booby-trapped every single one of the panties in the pile. And Susie and Bonnie and all the harlequins had walked right into it.

Bonnie broke first, doing everything in her power to hold it back, but unable to control a tiny, high-pitched yip. Instantly the door of the panty chamber swung open and four clowns, toting old-fashioned cameras, tumbled into the room. The harlequins squealed as the cameras flashed and darted this way and that, trying to get away as the clowns sought to catch.

Bonnie grabbed Susie's arm, pulling her out the only exit. They stumbled through a clown break room, knocking over a card table, and found a door. Susie saw what was on the other side, and faltered.

"Come on," said Bonnie. "It's the only way!"

Susie looked back into the break room. There was an object in the corner like a large telephone booth, a see-through box that looked like it had just enough space to hold six slender girls, if they didn't mind getting to know each other extremely well. It was on wheels. A clown had grabbed hold of Violette's arm and was dragging her towards the box.

Bonnie had already fled. Susie followed her into the street, where a dozen very surprised football players and members of the chess club were on hand to watch them emerge.

"Hi, Susie."

"Ben! Oh my god! Can you take off my panties please?"

"Um..."

"Please, please! Take them off!"

Ben tried, and found he couldn't. "I hate you," Susie cried, and shoved him away. He watched her bottom wiggle as she sprinted off into the crowd, begging random strangers to take her panties off and getting angry when they couldn't. Bonnie followed her, doing much the same thing. (Of course the powder would wear off eventually, but that was a long way away.)

Then he turned his attention to the balcony outside Clown HQ.

What he saw was a thing like a telephone booth containing six lovely ballerina girls, all packed in together. Stripped down to nothing but their panties, faces red, panting and biting their lips and screwing up their features as they wiggled and writhed against each other, rubbing their pussies and their bottoms on each others' bodies as they were trying to scratch and itch. There was a hole in the top for a clown to pour oil over them.

A sign on one side of the box read PANTY THIEVES. A sign on the other side read BOX OF SHAME. Ben took one of the flyers the clowns were handing out, and saw it advertised an event called the Great Harlequin Masquerade, an acrobatics show that was supposed to begin at midnight. The brochure identified each of the girls in the box as members of the show, with headshots and full names.

He looked at Violette, moaning with her small breasts pressed against the glass as she ground her bottom against Elodie's hips. This was a pretty good publicity stunt, to be honest. Maybe he'd go to see the show.