The Queen finally gets captured and punished

I was sitting at the best table that the fancy “Le Glouton Faim” restaurant had to offer. I was wearing the finest dress I owned, like the rest of the patrons. I took a sip from my champagne and looked at my companion. “You could have arrived earlier, you know?”

On the other side of the table was Detective Rebecca, my friend on the **** and the woman who technically arrested the Queen of Pranks. She smiled and took a sip herself. “You know how late you sent me that message? I was already sleeping! You are lucky I got the munchies.”

We heard a loud guffaw come from the other side of the restaurant. A waitress approached us. “May I take your order?”

“Do you even need to ask? We’ll take tonight’s special.” The waitress left. I sighed.

“What’s wrong? I thought you would be happier after finally catching the Queen. Are you still upset that the kid uploaded that vid-”

I pounded the table. “Of course I’m upset! But that’s not it.”

“Then are you unhappy with your pay?”

I cooled myself with my new pearl encrusted fan. “No, no. It’s just … all that work for community service? Really?”

“It’s hard to send someone to jail for pulling a prank, you know that. Besides, it’s not normal community service. Your clients must be very happy with the arrangement.” Rebecca beamed a grin. I raised an eyebrow.

“You are just happy that the judge gave you a turn.”

“Damn right. We already plan to use her as part of our school outreach program. It’s going to be fun watching the kids learn the risks of painting graffiti …and streaking.”

“H-here’s your order.” My ex-informant arrived dragging a cart. She did not dare to meet my gaze. She was blushing. How could she not? She was wearing only an apron. Her bottom was on proud display to anyone looking at her from behind. Lucky for her, most eyes were on the woman above the cart itself.

Lying down atop the cart was none other than the former Queen of Pranks, naked in all her glory, although not entirely uncovered. Her body was adorned by sushi rolls placed for the patrons to grab and eat. She had her eyes closed and was gritting her teeth. She did not attempt to cover herself. I do not know if that is because she was told to not do it or if she had been glued to the cart; either way, she was not having a good time. All the sushi on her lower body had already been claimed. She only had a few pieces left covering her small breasts and shoulders.

I went ahead and grabbed the rolls over her nipples. Rebecca took the ones around them. The Queen squealed when she felt that she no longer had anything covering her breasts. “That’s all for now,” I told her, and the blonde carried the cart to the next table. I smirked when I saw how hard the Queen was trying to not cringe. “Yeah, that’s all well and good. But what happens when it ends? She will be free as a bird. What if this starts all over again?”

“Let’s recap some of the things that our "friend" here will have to do, ok? She will play as a Godiva inspired art piece for Aria’s newest exhibition. She will do a bit goat herding at the fair wearing only a bikini made out of leaves. She will be a naked ball girl for a couple of Amanda’s charity matches.” Rebecca munched on a sushi roll.

“Oh, don’t forget that Rena wanted her to be a backup dancer on her tour.”

“Let me guess, a naked backup dancer?”

“Not quite. She will have a loincloth. But I have seen the routine she has planned and, let me tell you, it’s going to be wild. That will not be enough cover.”

“See? Exactly. After all that, I doubt she would want to show her face in public for a long time.” I took another sip. Maybe Rebecca was right. I was overthinking it.

“…And, if by some chance she does and decides to start this Queen of Pranks thing once more, then…”

“Yeah?”

“Well, you will just have to catch her again.”