"Now! Now! I know you feel strongly about this, my sunshine, but penguins are better than lions," Hayato said and took a sip of his soft drink.
His fiance, the redheaded Jean, was about to respond when her Shawna raised her hand. "Isabel and I didn't come here for you two to have a lover's quarrel, did we?" Shawna called back to her lagging friend.
Isabel smiled and looked up from the map. The blonde beauty's mind had been focused on how to avoid covering extra ground. She had foolishly chosen to were her white wedge heels for a walk, since it match her light summer dress. Even with her skin tone backless bra and white g-string underwear, it was less than she was used to; however, it was a dog day of summer and she felt that she was safe from any of the accidents that plagued her in the past with her friends in a zoo. Besides, she had scheduled her fifth date with a coworker, Javier, and didn't want to worry about changing if the outing her ran long.
"Well," Isabel began and caught up. "I like the both big kitties and little waiters."
Jean sighed. "Okay. How about penguins and lions are both cool creatures to look at?"
Everyone nodded and looked to Isabel. "Well, navigator. Is there something nearby that won't spark a debate?" Shawna asked and checked something on her phone.
Isabel's smile broadened. "Yep. There is a small family area with vending machines, info kiosk, kids games, and cut-outs."
"Lead the way, babe," Hayato said. Isabel flickered a grimace as she was having trouble keeping up. Brushing her hair back, Isabel moved to the front of them with Jean taking Hayato's arm and Shawna taking the back. She thought about putting in earbuds as she walked but decided to eavesdrop on her friends instead.
"Isabel is a bit out of habit with those high heels," Shawna noted and nibble on a snack bar.
"I'm almost surprised is in the habit of wearing any clothes," Jean quipped cattily. "Our girl has had more wardrobe malfunctions or disappearances than the entire cast of a 1980s sex comedy."
"I think she's doing fine," Hayato said cooly and whistled as he pretended he was not admiring Isabel's hips and derriere magnificent sway. As he expected, he received a soft elbow in the ribs.
"I guess your babe is always going to be undressed, if not in fact than by your eyes," Jean said.
Hayato exaggeratedly rub his side and began to count off with his fingers. "First, you just called her 'our girl.' Second, while Isabel is a close, super-platonic friend, she is also a babe. Third--"
Shawna sighed and put away her snack bar. "Third, quiet. Hayato, your orders are to stop trolling Jean--I know its easy, but I don't want to spend the afternoon with the police about why you were castrated. Jean, your orders are to understand that no one's that monogamous. Just accept that Isabel has 'Dat Ass' and 'Dem Tits.'"
"Umm... we're here," Isabel said sheepishly as they entered the family area. Feeling self-conscious, she moved to a table to sit down.
Hayato and Jean looked deeply into each other's eyes. Jean sighed again. "Baka," she almost whispered and leaned in to kiss him. "Sanshain" he replied after his lips separated from her.
"Brisk," Shawna said in playful imitation of the young lovers. They all chuckled and sat to eat. Isabel's mood improved after having some cookies and water. It was a great relief that her friends didn't stay bitter, especially about arguments that were about her or her body. It was thinking about how her curvaceous flesh that lead the modest blonde to think about the cutouts.
"Hey, how about we have our photos taken behind those cutouts," she suggested and pointed with eagerness to the center one, with the space for the head of a monkey making a close escape on a swinging vine from a crocodile's mouth. Or was it an alligator? Isabel decided to check the difference on the info kiosk after the photos. Shawna and Jean shared her enthusiasm, but Hayato wasn't sure.
"I don't want to be a wet blanket, but those holes look like their for kids. I don't want to risk us damaging it." Hayato finished his tea drink and walked near the cutouts.
"Nonsense, Treasure. That is built to last," Jean said.
Hayate held up a hand in conditional surrender. "Okay, but I don't want to go first."
Isabel gulped the last of her water and nodded. "I'll go first. Hell, I'm almost a pro at having humiliating photos taken of me." They all chuckled, glad to see that she wasn't traumatized by past mishaps.
"Hmm..." she said as she moved behind the cutout. Though there was room behind it, Isabel had to acknowledge that he was right about it being for children; the hole was low to the ground, about at her flat waist. It was also smaller than she had first thought, intended for a kid to stick her/his head through. Still, Isabel felt she couldn't back out now. That would be embarrassing.
"Well, it's a good thing I do yoga," she told her friends as she backed her hips while bring her feet forward slightly. "The tush you three were talking about is really going to be sticking out," she added as she leaned forward into the hole.
"Please, note, I'm over by the info kiosk, my sunshine," Hayato called to Jean as she retrieved the digital camera. "Thinking of nothing but how much I love you."
"Which is what, thirty-eight?" Jean said as she prepped the camera. She was a graphic artist and knew how to take pictures.
"Out of how many?" Shawna asked, adding to the non-sequitur and the couples giggles.
Isabel, however, was not giggling. She was having trouble getting her head through the hole, but perseverance prevailed.
"Now work with me, babe," Jean said and took six photos of Isabel expressing emotions from nonplussed to campy terror.
"Okay, my turn," Shawna said tapping Isabel on the shoulder. "I think I'll just try sitting."
"Just a moment." Isabel tried to retract her head a couple of times, but she wasn't making any progress.
"Jean. You must have given her a big head when taking the photos," Hayato joked. Again, all laughed except Isabel as she banged the base of her skull against the cutout.
"I don't think I came in at a special angle or anything."
"Oh, bother," Shawna said. "Worse case, we could set up a spanking booth. Why, your rump could probable save a rain forest in a year." She punctuated the joke with a playful pat of her friends shapely, tight butt cheeks.
Though she knew her friend was teasing, Isabel's face went a deep red. Hayato called back, "I think it is thirty-nine, my love-and-no-I-am-not-thinking-about-the-spanking-booth."
Isabel hit her chin this time, harder than before but with the mildest pain. "I would like help before one of you starts literally pimping my ass," Isabel said, her voice having little mirth. Her friends knew Isabel only swore (if one counts ass as swearing still) when she was angry or agitated. Shawna moved to the right of her trapped friend while Jean came to her left side. Hayato came to the front of cutout, unsure what to do.
"Should, should I just push on your head while they pull?" He pantomimed putting his hands on her cheeks than the top of her head. Isabel nodded for the crown.
"You two ready?" Isabel asked and angled her head as best as she could. They both affirmed. Isabel gulped.
"One, two, three, OWW!" she counted and then shouted in a muffled pain as her head crammed into the narrow opening. Hayato was pushing with limited force to avoid injuring her, but the girls were giving their all at her shoulders and hips.
*Rip* went Isabel's light dress fully down her back to its bottom on Shawna's side, who promptly fell backward. Unbalanced by the other tugger's departure, Jean also fell back. She reflexively grabbed onto anything for support, which turned out to be her friend's g-string. It, of course, could not handle the force and snapped in two places. Isabel was now not only stuck in the cutout, but buck naked save for her backless bra, which was becoming precarious from the physicality and full gravity and her wedge heel shoes, which only accentuated a bare extraordinary butt.
"Sto, o!" Isabel garbled unnecessarily to Hayato whom heard the two young ladies hit the ground. Worried about Jean being injured, he quickly moved around the cutout.
"Hayato, don't--" Jean began, but was too late for betrothed, whom stood over her. "Are you hurt?! And is Shawna?" Jean shook her head, as her face reddened. "I just have a bruise, I'll check--" Again, she was too late. Hayato, bumping Isabel's cute rear with his thigh, had moved over Shawna.
"Yes, I'm good too. Now, you better get away, before the police arrest you or Jane snips you," Shawna noted as she got herself up.
Hayate finally acknowledged in a non-emergency way that Isabel's fantastic body was nearly nude. Coughing and being careful not to touch Isabel's booty, which was now jiggling some as Isabel attempted to get into a more comfortable position, Hayato moved to help Jean up. Jean, who was now angry with everyone, curtly declined his help and got up on her own.
"I'm very sorry, Isabel," Shawna began, but Jean held up her hand. "Let's do the apologies later. For now, we'll go get help. Everyone go in a different direction until we find the desk."
Frazzled by the stress, falling, and/or nudity, the three quickly left. Isabel would have requested someone stay with her, but her mouth was numb from the last escape attempt. After a couple of mouth movements and throat clearings it seemed to recover. She sighed and thought about her date.
Then Isabel heard footsteps down the metal path they had taken. Suppressing a swear and realizing the person would initial just see her face, she debated whether to ask for help or play it cool.
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