[ENF] The Embarrassing Adventures of Paige Terner, Private Eye

[kopema]

WARNING: These stories contain lots of women ending up naked in public, due to mental trickery.
They often find themselves shamefully and helplessly aroused by their condition. They are (often) taken
advantage of, but the sex scenes are not overly explicit and there is no serious violence or coercion in any
of the stories.



SETTING:

Chagrin Falls, Florida. A small island which, for some strange reason, is governed as its own sovereign
principality. As it so happens, most of its inhabitants are single young women. This leads to a situation
where the men are somewhat chauvinistic - because they figure, hey, they CAN be. The women there
tend to act publically aloof, but many are secretly desperate for attention. Although most of the town's
leaders are ladies, they never seem to get the respect they feel they deserve.

An enterprising girl named Paige Terner starts a private detective agency, and finds herself embroiled in
a series of mysteries involving prim and proper young ladies losing their clothing under extremely
humiliating circumstances. She's woefully inexperienced, but bursting with enthusiasm. Fortunately for
her new enterprise, Paige is the only female investigator in town. And the victims of this crime wave
can't bear the thought of exposing their shameful predicaments to any male detectives, let alone to the
"boys club" of a local police force.

Unfortunately, the spunky detective keeps getting caught up in the same predicaments as her clients.
But through a combination of luck and an uncanny sense of intuition, Paige always manages to save the
day -- if not her clothes. She and her clients may lose their dignity (and in the heat of the moment their
virtue) but they come out no worse for wear in the end.



EPISODES:



Paige Terner and the Case of the Pilfered Panties

The female staff of the local college plead for help when they become the victims of some over-
achieving panty raiders, who only START by stealing all their female professors' underwear. Despite the
best efforts of these whip-smart schoolmarms to keep an eye on their remaining clothing, the last scraps
are swiped from right beneath their noses. The young professional ladies huddle together in their
birthday suits while Paige scours the town looking for clues. The investigation is complicated when
Paige's own wardrobe starts disappearing. Can our plucky heroine solve this case before she's fully
plucked? Or will she go from private eye to "naked eye?"



Paige Terner and the Case of the Fashion Police

Local debutantes are tricked into giving their all to some scam artists. The normally clever and tough-
minded women can't understand why they fall for such a humiliating ruse, but Paige suspects the mind-
controlling nerds are up to their old tricks again. Can our suddenly not-so-hard-boiled detective find a
way to outsmart the "gulli-beam," or will she end up playing the sucker?




Paige Terner and the Case of the Fitness Guru

Paige gets a call from a group of businesswomen who went to a health spa, but can't seem to make it
back to the office on Monday. They need help, but are too embarrassed to say exactly why. Paige
begins to suspect that something smells fishy when her new client nervously whispers into the phone:
"And, one more thing: could you also please... please bring us some clothes?" Will running about in
the fresh air and sunshine leave Paige feeling in the pink – or just looking that way?



Paige Terner and the Case of the Blushing Policewoman

A local gang has Bridget Kelly, the female police chief, at her wit's end. When she ends up out of
uniform once too often, the LAST thing she wants to do is ask her all-male subordinates for backup.
There's only one place the beat-red beat cop can turn to for help. Can our heroine help the lady fuzz
finally get her bust? Or will the criminals have the last laugh, and trick Paige into showing off her own
bust and lady fuzz?

[kopema]

Sorry for the double post. I didn't realize there was some lag before new threads were started.

Anyway, I've started work on this ENF novel. The whole thing is outlined, but I don't know how i'll ever be able to write all of it and still work my day job.

I'll post the first few chapters here serially. Please let me know if you like what you read. Frankly, I have absolutely no idea whether anyone else will like the same kind of thing I do. All I know for sure is that I haven't seen anything lately that suits my individual fancy, so I decided I'd just have to write this myself and see if it floats anybody else's boat too!

[cerindclvr]

i'm intrigued! post more please!

[Mackie]

Intruiging start, well written and somewhat amusing. I like the episode descriptions

[QuintusV]

This is my kind of thing. I'm a sucker for ENF stories that have a developed plot.

[hanskumoekk]

A very promising start! I'm looking forward to the next installments!

[kopema]

CHAPTER TWO


Paige's ears pricked up at the prospect of a paying client. Prank or no, she decided to
hear this lady out. As it happened, she was actually a professor at the local college.
Although they were all recent grads, she and several other instructors had decided to
break the "glass wall" and bring civilization to the male side of the campus. They set up
a trial program, where they would replace some of the male professors in their class
lectures. Most of the classes were hard sciences and technology, but the women
insisted on injecting what these poor eggheads needed most: some good old-
fashioned liberal arts. At first everything went well. Of course the men complained
about the "wasted time" and "interruption to their course work." But that didn't matter;
the feminists were getting their point across, and that was the important thing.

Then some... strange occurrences began to creep in. At first it was nothing. Wanda
would notice a favorite bra or pair of panties had been misplaced. Then it was
sweaters and whole pantsuits. But eventually, her wardrobe consisted of nothing
except her very shortest skirts and sexiest panties. Then the REALLY inexplicable
things started happening.

While at school, professor Simms suddenly realized that their panties had vanished -
right off of her sensitive little tushie! Wanda distinctly remembered putting on the
scandalous thong -- it was the last one she could find in her otherwise barren negligee
drawer. She never even knew exactly why she had the thing -- which she despairingly
referred to as a piece of "butt floss." All morning, she had been aware of the
sensations that left her constantly fixated on portions of her anatomy which no
professional lady should dwell on while she is trying to mold the minds of
impressionable 18-year-old boys.

But then, inexplicably, she noticed that the wispy lingerie was no longer in contact with
her highly sensitized private places. Amazingly, she had absolutely no recollection of
removing the garment -- all she knew was she felt vaguely liberated and more free, and
after a while she suddenly realized why that was: cool, fresh air was gently caressing
her delicate backside (and frontside); in front of her all-male students; right in the
middle of a lecture on the proper respect due, and decorum expected of, a proper lady!
Freezing in mid-word, she awkwardly patted herself down, but she felt no trace of the
wispy little "tramp panties." No, she was sure they were gone, and not just nestled into
some forgotten crack or other.

As crazy as it sounds, Wanda was so discombobulated by this sudden nether exposure
that, just for a second, she imagined that the fresh faces of her innocent young
students were leering at her -- almost as if they were all aware of her very private
shame.

Blushing profusely, the befuddled teacher excused herself and frantically retraced her
steps. Could the panties have simply slipped without her noticing as she walked down
the hallway? Had she absent-mindedly left them behind in the ladies' room? But, try as
she might, she couldn't for the life of her riddle out what had happened to her wayward
undergarments.

Wanda had been far too embarrassed to tell anyone else about her stultifying
conundrum before now. At first, she had assumed she was just being absent-minded.
But now she started to wonder if she was losing it altogether. In desperation, she finally
approached one of her female colleagues. Now that she stopped to notice it, Carol and
the other girls had been dressing a lot more floozily lately. Only, Wanda had been too
preoccupied with her own problems to notice. And when she saw how flustered Carol
seemed - constantly checking her hem - Wanda decided to risk sharing her dirty little
secret, and tentatively broached the subject.

It turned out that Carol had also just lost her last set of underwear! Emboldened, they
went up to each of the other girls and asked them if they'd noticed anything unusual.
After a lot of embarrassed hemming and hawing, they finally found that every women in
their test group found herself inexplicably "going commando" today! But the shared
nature of the plight didn't explain anything. This only served to make the mystery even
more confounding.

The women left campus early, and resolved to all stay in the same house and keep a
watch over each other to find out what was happening. They gathered at Wanda's
home. They all reported that when they had gone by their places, they had no problem
packing for the sleep over - because every remaining article of clothing they owned had
disappeared from their homes! There were no signs of break in, and nothing else was
missing. Only the clothing; every last stitch of it; even items that would have been hard
for an invader to find. Sadly, Wanda's home was no different. Aside from the outfits
these eight professional women were wearing at the time, they didn't own so much as a
single hair net among them.

And there wasn't much at all to the outfits they did have left. By this time, the women
had all been reduced to the sexiest miniskirts they owned. All left over from their
undergraduate days. Certainly not anything they would be caught dead in now that
they were respected university professors - if they had a choice in the matter. But
someone, or something, had taken the option of any more respectable attire away from
them. Fortunately, they had all managed to stay close to their college weight. But even
a few extra pounds in some of these slinky numbers meant the difference between
being risque, and possibly getting arrested. What's more, some of the women even
swore up and down that their skirts had been taken in - as crazy as that sounds.
What's worse, after the events of this afternoon, the entire group had not a single shred
of underwear among them!

The nervous young women finally settled in. They realized they might have to wear the
same clothes until they resolved this mystery, so they all got together and washed what
they had on. Of course, that meant they had to strip down totally nude. Taking no
chances with these now-precious articles, they carefully washed the delicate frocks by
hand and then, since the slinky little numbers could never survive the clothes dryer,
they hung them out to dry outside. Wanda's back yard was fenced, but it was by no
means completely private. The naked women crouched down as best they could and
snuck around the yard, hanging their clothes with trembling fingers.

Once they were all back inside, they broke out in hysterical giggles. As humiliating as
this situation was, it was also turning into quite a lark! And an exciting one. Truth be
told, Wanda had never felt so titillated. And she suspected some of the other women
felt the same, but no one dared mention that out loud. The women resolved to stay in
the living room and keep an eye on their precious remaining clothing. They turned the
lights off so no one outside could peak in, and lit some candles. Finally, someone
broke out the wine and the girls started to wind down. They stayed up telling ghost
stories, most of them involving fanciful theories about who had purloined their clothing,
and who they might catch when he finally showed up to try and nab the rest. Finally
they all drifted off to sleep.

They awoke to a scream. Foolishly, they had forgotten to set a watch. The first girl to
awaken saw that all of their frocks were gone from the line. The women stood in mute
shock, staring at the empty clothesline, as it sunk in that they were now as just as
hopelessly bare as it was. And it looked like they might remain that way until they could
figure out who kept nicking all their clothes!

[Mackie]

Building up very nicely

[kopema]

CHAPTER FOUR


"...and that's where I got this ridiculous outfit." Wanda said, concluding the strange tale
that had led her to Paige's office.

"There was a pasted-letter note inside the box. All it said was: 'Don't wear anything else.
We'll be watching.' Needless to say, we were all terrified. We decided that, until we figured
out how and why someone had pulled off this trick, we'd darned well better do what he wants.
Who knows what other dastardly plans he may have for us!

"Fortunately, the thief had made his first mistake. The note was written on a flyer for
your private investigation office! I put on the dress, and drove here as fast as I could."

"And your friends?" Paige asked, still flabbergasted by this outlandish tale. "They're all
still back at your house...."

"Oh yes," Wanda giggled. "Of course. They're all undressed with nowhere to go! Hah.
Can you imagine, seven absolutely stark naked lady professors, huddled together,
tip-toeing down the street?"

Wanda certainly COULD imagine. And her fevered mind was doing exactly that right
now. But she tried to force herself to focus on the relevant facts as hard as she could.

Wanda leaned forward conspiratorially. "Just between you and me, I think some of
those girls were in quite a state. I studied psychology, and it's what Anton Mesmer
used to call 'a crises.' They're so psychically vulnerable right now, they'd probably do
just about anything they were told by someone in a position of authority.

I know them. You wouldn't believe how important fashion is to our crowd. If one of us wears a skirt
that's a season out of date, she never hears the end of it.

And now they're not just wearing the WRONG clothes. The poor little dears arent'
wearing any at all! This is the ultimate fashion faux pas. Basically, all of their
self-esteem has been removed, which makes pretty much anyone who's wearing
clothes their social superiors. Heh, it's quite funny actually; just yesterday, all those
women were respectable, powerful, independent professors. And - literally overnight -
they've all been turned into a bunch of helpless, horny little ditz-heads!"

Paige Turner didn't stop to point out to that, if one of the other girls happened to have
been the one who took this outfit, then Wanda herself would have been just another
one of those scared, compliant naked "ditz-heads." She also chose not to comment on
the obvious fact that Wanda's outfit wasn't exactly respectable.

It was strange; when Wanda talked about her gaggle of naked friends, she sounded
almost megalomaniacal. But toward Paige, she was deferential to the point of
obsequiousness. Rather than comment on this strange behavior, Paige decided to
strike while the iron was hot. She asked for a three-thousand dollar retainer, up front.
That was how the amount she needed to keep her business afloat. She was afraid
even this desperate damsel might leave in a huff. At the very least she expected
serious haggling.

But Wanda whipped out her checkbook and started writing without a thought. Instead
of feeling guilty for taking advantage of someone, Paige felt a rush of power. This silly
tart came flouncing into the office of a respectable private investigator. She should be
glad that someone like Paige Terner, Private Eye would even give her the time of day,
let alone deign to help solve her silly little problem.

Imagine, a bunch of fully-grown women misplacing all of their clothes. What a bunch of
bimbos! They probably just got drunk, stripped naked and threw everything over the
fence just out of lust for the men they couldn't get in this town. Now they're all too
embarrassed to admit it, so they want some third party to "find" their clothes for them.

Well, Paige would just go over there and sort it all out. What could possibly go wrong?

Shaking her new client's hand, Paige stood up to walk around her desk... And
promptly fell flat on her face.

She had forgotten that her panties were still looped around her ankles. As it turned out,
her skirt was still bunched around her waist too. And the tingling sensation the cool air
gave her butt made Paige strongly suspect that her hiney was still a bit shiny from the
firm spanking Ron had given her earlier. Paige's fair skin tended to blush easily, and
she hoped there weren't still visible hand prints back there.

The embarrassed gumshoe got to her feet, expecting laughter and possibly a lost fee.
But Wanda just looked at her wide-eyed, almost as if she thought she should apologize
for the slip herself. Apparently, Paige was still ahead in the psychological "clothing
war."

Straightening herself, and looking as officious as possible under the circumstances,
Paige bravely led the way out of her office and, she was sure, onto the path toward
solving her first official case!

[QuintusV]

Excellent read so far; though Ch.4 seems to be mislabelled.