Pt 6

“Are you not going to put clothes on?” Niamh asked, a little shocked as Jenny slung a small purse with her phone and a little money in it over her bare shoulder before asking if the others were ready.

“Why?” laughed Jenny, “We’re just going to take them off when we get there! Why give myself more junk to carry around?”

“You’re kinda crazy!” Mandy laughed.

“I guess you just get used to it!” chucked Jenny as the rest of the little party stowed the leaflets in their own purses and discussed between them who was going to be first to carry the polystyrene cooler boxes with the donated burgers in. “I almost forgot to put clothes on for school last week!”

“Well I guess the boys would have been happy!” joked Mandy.

“Yup!” Jenny grinned a little proudly. “Come on, let’s go make lots of boys happy and drum up some business for my dad!” The park where the fair was taking place was less than half an hour’s walk away and the girls chatted happily as they made their way through the town. Jenny of course attracted the most attention as they walked, drawing whistles from those they passed and the occasional honk from cars on the road. She even gave out leaflets to one or two interested girls and young women who stopped to ask about why she was dressed that way.

About half way there, the girls who had been carrying the boxes switched with those who hadn’t. They were not really all that heavy but it only seemed fair. They could hear the noise of the fair before they arrived – there was lots of loud chatter, laughter and the occasional whoop and cheer.

“Wow!” Beth commented softly as they walked through the park gate and looked fro the barbecue area. “There’s way more people here than I expected!”

“Having second thoughts?” Jenny touched her friend’s arm.

“Not really…” the pretty black girl replied. “It’s just… well this is a whole lot of people who will see me naked!”

“We’ll all stick together,” Niamh smiled reassuringly, “and it’s not like we’re going to be the only naked girls here!”

“True.” Beth conceded, “And your dad is paying really well, Jenny.” She smiled. “Come on, let’s go drop off these burgers!”

It did not take them long to find the cooking area.

“Hey!” Jenny grinned to the man who seemed to be supervising the cooking. As well as the grill there were two spits, both occupied by headless and limbless torsos much like Maria had been reduced to – one teenager, judging by her general size and small breasts, and one little girl of maybe five or six. “We’ve come from Wilkins’ Butchers, we’ve got the donation he promised.”

“Wow!” the man looked surprised to see the naked little girl. “Looks like he’s been more generous than we expected! Well these two are nearly done so if you come round here and…”

“Oh no!” Jenny cut him off with a laugh. “I’m not the donation, we’ve got burgers for you!” She held out the package she had been carrying. Niamh and Charlie did the same.

“Oh, right!” the man chuckled. “That makes more sense! Thanks girls.” He gave a warm smile as he took the coolers from them and set them down on the grass. “But why are you…?”

“We’re going to give out some leaflets for my dad,” Jenny explained, “do a bit of publicity. In fact,” an idea occurred to her, “do you mind if the others leave their clothes here? They insisted on wearing them to get here!” She rolled her eyes comically then winked at the man.

“Sure!” The man smiled, not at all upset at the prospect of seeing the pretty young girls in the nude. “I’ve got some bags here somewhere…” He rummaged around and found some sturdy supermarket carrier bags which he handed to the girls. “These should do! I’ll keep them safe for you.” Having made her peace with what she was about to do, Beth started to strip almost immediately, Charlie and Niamh likewise but Mandy and Amy hesitated.

“Oh come on!” Charlie sighed, standing in just her panties while she folded her clothes to put them in the bag. “You two aren’t getting all shy, are you?” She glared at the other two. Beth, who was by now completely naked, stood close behind her and folded her arms across her chest like a disappointed parent.

“Yeah come on! If we can do it, so can you!” The dark-skinned beauty reminded her friends. Niamh had kept her t-shirt for last and pulled it off, leaving the raven haired, blue eyed cutie as naked at the day she was born and looking ready for a bath, or the oven!

“Okay! Okay!” Mandy sighed, starting to unbutton her shorts. “But wait a minute!” she paused, looking pointedly at Charlie’s underwear which she was still wearing. “What about those? I thought we all had to be naked? I don’t remember anything about half-measures being allowed!”

“Hey!” Charlie looked a little stung at the accusation. “I’m getting there, okay!” She hurriedly pulled down her panties, exposing her smooth, puffy vulva. “See?” She dropped them into the bag and raised an eyebrow. “Happy now?”

“They certainly are!” Jenny giggled, pointing beyond the girls to a pair of young boys, maybe seven or eight years old, who were watching them undress with rapt fascination. They blushed furiously as the girls turned to look at them and scampered away into the crowd.

“Best get used to that!” the man laughed, taking the bags from the girls who were now all naked apart from those who had a purse slung over their shoulders. “Good luck!”

“Thanks!” Jenny grinned, handing out the leaflets to the other girls and confidently leading the way out into the fair.

It was not difficult to see where the meat for the barbecue had come from – among the usual selection of book and bric-a-brac stalls, tombolas and cake stalls common to every village fair were many exciting and fun games which looked potentially deadly to those who chose to participate.

“Look!” Niamh grabbed Jenny’s arm to point something out to her as she thanked a mother and her teenage daughter for taking the leaflet she offered them. She turned to see what her friend was pointing at. Stood on a tiny platform above a clear tank, his feet chained together and his hands cuffed behind his back was a boy of maybe fourteen years old, stark naked and, judging by his fairly impressive erection, very excited about what was happening. The six girls all pushed their way through the crowd to watch. As they got closer, they saw that the tank was filled with large red and silver fish, swimming in slow circles.

“Piranhas!” Mandy gasped, “I saw a program about them on TV!” Two boys about the same age as the one on the platform were stood close by, shouting encouragment up at him, apparently the friends he was hanging out with. A man in a striped waistcoat was handing out balls to three small children, two girls and a boy, who were stood to one side of the tank, facing a tiny target, only half the width of the balls they were about to throw, which stuck out from the side of the platform.

A hush fell over the spectators as the children began to throw the balls. Most flew well wide of the target but two looked as if they might get close. None hit the target, however, to the apparent disappointment of the onlookers and the game operator mounted the steps to unchain the boy and let him follow him back down where he presented him with a token prize. As the boy put his clothes back on, the operator began to work the crowd again, looking for the next competitor.

“Want to try it?” Beth teased her friends.

“No way!” Niamh grimaced and the others agreed, shaking their heads. “But why do they make it so difficult? You’d have to be an amazing shot to hit that target!”

“Piranhas will only swarm when they’re hungry.” explained Mandy, remembering the information from the documentary. “Once they’ve been fed they won’t be interested again for several hours. If that boy had fallen in, we could have gone for a swim in that tank now and they wouldn’t bother us.”

“Oh, right!” Jenny nodded, catching on, “So they can probably only get one good show out of them in a day? I guess they want to make it count!”

“I wonder what happens if nobody falls in all day?” Beth mused.

“Maybe they just ask for a volunteer to jump in?” Charlie suggested. “Or maybe they’ve got a pig carcass to feed them just in case.”

“Who knows!” Jenny laughed. “This looks interesting!” The girls approached another game stand which looked a little like a coconut shy but instead of coconuts on poles there were five heads lined up on wide plinths.

“Do we have to knock them over or something?” Amy asked, peering at the heads, three girls and two boys, to see if she recognised any of them. There were two, a Chinese brother and sister that she recognised from school. The girl was in her class and her brother was in the year above. She gave a little gasp. “I didn’t know they were…” she started to say before the girl looked straight at her and grinned. The other girls giggled as Amy gave a yelp of surprise. The heads were not, as they had first imagined, severed from their bodies but rather attached to living youngsters inside the plinths.

“How does this work then?” Jenny asked. Hearing her, the waistcoated woman running the game came over.

“Three of you at a time, three balls each,” she explained, “take a head off and win a prize!”

“How are we supposed to knock their heads off with wooden balls?” Mandy asked, confused.

“See the targets on the front of the boxes?” the woman asked. The girls all nodded. “Hit the bullseye and the head comes off! Want to give it a go?”

“Sure!” Jenny grinned, seeing how none of the children in the boxes looked unhappy or scared, although most looked understandably nervous. “I’m up for it!” She fished in her purse and handed coins to the woman. Charlie and Niamh did the same while the other three stood back to watch. The woman handed them three wooden balls each and they lined up facing the five target.

Although these targets were much bigger than on the piranha tank, it was much harder than it looked to hit them. Once or twice one of the girls hit the outer edge of one or other of them but never close enough to the middle to trigger whatever mechanism lay within. Charlie had thrown her last ball but Jenny and Niamh had one left each which they threw at the same time, both happening to target the middle of the five plinths which housed a pretty girl with a mop of ginger curls. Neither contestant was sure which ball it was that actually hit the bullseye but there was a loud click followed by a metallic, scraping noise and the girl’s head suddenly flew up into the air, spinning around quite dizzyingly with a shocked expression on her pretty face.

There were loud cheers and whoops from the onlookers as the woman took down a prize of a small cuddly toy from the rack and handed out for both the girls to take between them. She then walked along releasing those who still had their heads from the boxes. The girls watched with interest as the four surviving youngsters emerged naked from inside the plinths, all massaging their necks. The Chinese girl who had recognised Amy came over to speak to her.

“You should give this a go!” She grinned and the two naked friends leaned across the counter to hug each other. “It’s so much fun! Plus nobody can see what you’re doing in the box!” she giggled and winked at Amy.

“You know what?” Amy grinned, watching as the red-head’s carcass was dragged out of the box and the inside of it hosed out read for the next occupant. “I think I will! Okay,” she turned to her companions as her school friend retrieved her clothes and started to put them back on, “who’s with me?”