Traps
The next day, Marie had a surprise when they got to her house. “I found something in the costume store.”
“Oooh,” Princess said. “What did you get me?”
“A mouse.” Marie held out a tiny sylph jumpsuit. It looked almost like footsie pajamas. The costume had feet, full arms and legs, a long tail and a hood with big mouse ears.
The whole suit was gray except for patches of white on the chest and inside the ears.
“Cute,” Fred said.
“Can she try it on?” Marie asked.
“Yes,” Princess asked, “Can she?” Fred nodded.
Marie lowered the costume and let Princess step into it. The seal was a Velcro strip in the back. It was tight, like a leotard, but smooth and soft.
“Ooh, that feels good,” Princess said, rubbing her hands over her thighs and hips.
“But it shows,” Marie said with a shake of her head.
“What?” Fred asked, bending down to look for exposed skin.
Princess looked down. “Panty lines. It’s so tight I show panty lines.”
“And your bra,” Marie said.
“Well, I can take those off,” she shrugged and began to undress. Both teens had looked right up her pussy, so this wasn’t even shameful. She strpped the costume back off and put her underwear in the carrier.
Marie had an odd smile when she came back out. She held her hands up for the costume.
Marie lowered it over her like a sweater. Princess cooperated, not quite understanding how she’d get the legs in.
But when the costume reached her waist, it stopped. There were no legs. She had the hood, the ears, the sleeves and the torso, but not the rest.
The hem was a straight line from her tailbone, where the tail hung down, over her hips and just across the bottom of her belly.
She felt a distinct breeze chilling her bare ass. “No, um, no panty lines, I would guess?”
“Nope,” Marie said cheerfully.
“Man, that’s hot,” Fred said.
“I know, right?” Marie laughed. She grabbed the tail and tugged Princess back a step to push and prod at her ass cheeks. “There’s just something about being bottomless rather than completely naked…” she mused.
“What now?” Princess asked.
“Now,” Marie said, lowering the little sylph to the floor, “you try to get the cheese out of the trap.”
“Trap?” Fred asked.
“Trap?” Princess wailed.
“Oh, settle yourselves,” Marie said. “It’s a cigar box propped up with a pencil.”
“Oh, so it’s a game,” Princess relaxed.
“Right. We do homework and you try to get the cheese. If we hear the trap shut, we come and catch you.”
“And then… a penalty?” Fred guessed.
“Yes. Some sort of penalty for getting caught,” Marie said.
Princess turned and ran across the carpet, wondering where the trap was. The giants ignred her, or tried to. She would sneak around behind furniture, then dash across the open to see if they noticed.
Long after she found the cigar box, she was still ‘flashing’ the giants, trying to get their attention.
When that failed, she went to examine the cigar box. First, she noticed that it was rpopped up with about twelve pencils.
The snack-sized wheel of cheese under the box was small enough for Pricess to pick it up, but too big to fit between the pencils. And netting hung down from the sides, blocking those paths.
There was a bell tacked to the top of the box, clearly to alert the giants of her capture.
She moved closer, examining the pencils. She realized that only a few were actually propping the box up, the rest just leaned on the box.
She considered her options. The box was behind an easy chair, between the chair and a sofa with a fabric skirt that stretched down to the table.
She kicked one of the supporting pencils and ran for the sofa.
“Got her!” Marie cried as the bell rang.
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Index
89. Distractors
91. Thief