Patricia looked at me and my pleading eyes must of made an impression. She dropped the flute. In midair it stopped and began playing again. Ginger, who had begun to stir, now opened her eyes so wide I half expected them to fall out of her skull. In a flash her hand went to her breast holding onto to each cup of her large white bra. From behind her I could hear a pop as the hook had come apart and was slowly forcing it's way down her arms. She looked at Patricia with a look of sheer desperation as the bra continued it's fight for freedom.
To me the world seem to slow down. My brain was taking in every moment as each new inch of flesh was absorbed by my eyes and I hungered form more. She cried out again as the left cup slipped from her grasp however with her hand still fastened upon her breast my desire to see them was unfulfilled. Now nearly in tears she clutched her bra or what was left of it. Then suddenly she seemed to give in as the right cup flew away and just stood there holding her now naked chest and yet to my surprise she did not run away.
Ginger glared at the flute as if she were cursing the thing when, just as it had before, it stopped playing and Patricia caught it.
"What are you playing at?" Ginger asked sounding more shocked than angry despite the dirty look on her face.
"You humiliated our friend." I shouted stepping toward her. "Did you really think nothing would happen?" I added, though I never expected we'd get this level of vengeance.
"So what do I try to make it to my car before you sick that damn flute on me again?" Ginger said.
"I'm hoping you won't. You flaunt that body enough that even I want to see it." Ashley answered.
Ginger closed her eyes and with a tone of voice that clearly was defeated she said.
"Then just do it."
I looked hopefully at Patricia who indeed let loose the flute once again.
To be Continued
(Hopefully this time the spell check caught everything
It would be longer but I am very tired. Next will be better)