The Last Laugh

"Wow," said Nathan, looking down at Emily. "What happened to you?"

"Uh," said Emily, turning very, very red as she looked up into his annoyed expression. Her T-shirt had been removed and thrown into a nearby tree, exposing her full breasts, which swayed freely in the warm carnival air. Phoebe, armed with stolen finger-paints, had left a green handprint on the left one and a blue handprint on the right one, before painting her nose red and leaving her there to hide herself as best she could from the giggling crowds. "Um. I got a little lost."

"I'll say," said Nathan, looking stern. "You must have taken a wrong turn. I see you've got yourself a nice red nose."

"I guess."

Nathan couldn't help himself. He reached out and pinched it.

"Well, I'd better start trying to get you out," he said. "Fair warning, though. It might take a while."

"Oh."

"The funhouse isn't really designed to do stuff like this. I have no idea how you've gotten yourself in there. You might be in there for a little bit longer, while I figure out how to extricate you."

"That's okay," said Emily, cupping her boobs with her hands and trying to ignore the stares. "Um, but first, do you think you could..."

"Can you brace yourself with your hands, please? No, arms further apart. Yes, that'll do. Stay like that. Good for structural integrity."

"No trouble at all," said Emily, doing her best to hold the pose, even though it stopped her from covering up and put her tits in the perfect position to be ogled by the whole wide world. "But listen, if you could maybe get me a..."

"Alright, got to go! Funhouse won't fix itself!"

"Maybe just a blanket, or..."

Emily sighed deeply as she watched Nathan's disappearing back. Gosh, he really was cute. And she just knew he really cared about her well-being. Which made it all the more totally humiliating that he'd just, oh my gosh, seen her boobs! With handprints on them! And teased her about her red nose!

Still, at least he hadn't been around to see her get fucked by that clown.

Emily sighed, and held her position, trying to ignore all the people stopping to stare at her boobs and point and laugh. Soon enough, the cord holding her in place would loosen, and she'd be able to crawl free. Soon enough. Any second now.