The Sun

"Ladies and gentlemen," said the woman in the spangly blue leotard and the crystal tiara, "the Mirror Maze can be a very tricky place. Some of our customers escape with their dignity quite intact. Others... not so much."

The catwalk stretched out from the side of the building across the carnival grounds. It was raised above ground level, so the entire student body of Pinkwhistle High School (all above eighteen, of course) could see whoever might be standing on top of it. At present, it was empty.

"It is very much my pleasure to inform you," said the woman, grinning, "that tonight's guests fall very much into the latter category. One redheaded tomboy who's not as brave as she thinks she is. One shy little bookworm who's not as smart as she hoped. Presenting, for your viewing pleasure... Bonnie Driscoll and Susie Snook!"

A door in the side of the building creaked open.

There was a pause.

Then, Susie and Bonnie very slowly and reluctantly made their way out onto the platform. As soon as they'd fully left the building, a brilliant tower-mounted spotlight shown down on them from above, illuminating every inch of the girls' sweat-slick, bare-naked bodies. There was an expected silence.

Susie slowly took a step forward, onto the catwalk.

Immediately, the assembled student body of Pinkwhistle High School erupted into wolf-whistles, laughter and cheers. Bonnie whimpered as she stepped up to stand beside Susie. The two girls, still under the control of the magic of the mirror maze, remained completely unable to cover up or move any faster than a walk, Inevitably, this left them with **** but to stand naked in the spotlight before the entire school, feeling the boys' ogling eyes drift across their bodies, hearing the mocking comments of the girls.

Both girls, acting in unison, stepped forward.

Two bare bottoms, Bonnie's a bit rounder and fuller than Susie's, but both jiggling delightfully, wiggled and swayed as their owners marched slowly down the catwalk. Four breasts, Bonnie's significantly larger than Susie's, invited comparison as their nipples stood proudly to attention. Two pussies, one thatched with ginger curls, one decorated with a neat triangle of dark silky hair, nested between two pairs of luscious thighs.

Two lovely faces blushed bright red as the naked schoolgirls marched with excruciating slowness down the catwalk, walking the gauntlet of catcalls and jeers as Ben Hoolihan and Trixie Washington, Anne-Marie Patchett and that idiot Hank from the football team, Greg and Dorothy and Parker and Kimiko and every last one of their high school friends, acquaintances and dire enemies looked on. With gigantic smiles on all their faces.

Ten rounds of the catwalk, in the spotlight. All the way to the end, and all the way back. With the woman in the spangly blue leotard keeping up a running commentary the whole time. More people drifted in to watch, of course, and soon there must have been an audience of thousands to Bonnie and Susie's naked catwalk strut of shame.