Letter Bomb: 750 Words

This story was written for the

750 Word Project 2025

, below this line are exactly 750 words:

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The protestor's letter bomb blew up with a bang like a firecracker. Nobody was injured in the discharge but a cloud of white powder billowed out and covered Maya as she worked the mechanical letter opener. She shrieked with shock and fear. Other girls then started screaming until their supervisor, Mrs. Shaffer, took charge and shepherded them out.

"Not you, Maya. It could be toxic or something. Stay here until help arrives."

Blaring alarms added to the confusion and the terrified Maya watched through the window as office workers assembled at the far end of the parking lot. Soon she heard sirens swooping in as emergency services arrived and a policeman set up crime scene tape. She watched as a fireman pulled on an orange hazmat suit before entering the building.

His voice was muffled as he entered the post room. "We'll need to get you decontaminated urgently. Follow me, please."

He led her down the corridor, through the fire escape and into the lot. She saw all her colleagues staring at her as another fireman brought over what looked like a fire extinguisher.

"Take off your clothes please, ma'am," the fireman said.

Maya was stunned. "Shouldn't there be a tent or something?"

"Not enough time, ma'am. Not if it's anthrax or plague. We'll need to wash it off immediately for your safety and everyone else's."

That frightened Maya and her fingers fumbled with her jacket buttons as she kicked off her shoes.

"Your blouse and skirt too, ma'am."

"Hurry up," Mrs. Shaffer called. "We've got important work to finish."

Maya's fingers clumsily pulled off her blouse and unzippered her skirt letting them fall onto the blacktop. Her hands covered her boobs and mound.

"Underwear, too. Don't want any residue anywhere contaminating your skin."

"No way!"

"If you refuse, we'll arrest you for knowingly endangering public health," a watching policeman added.

Aware of her colleagues' avid stares, she carefully unclipped her bra and let it slide off her shoulders and onto the ground. With difficulty she pushed down her briefs and stood hunched over to minimize exposure and hide her bare vagina.

The fireman hefted the canister, pulled a pin and aimed the nozzle at her. A moment later a powerful blast of frigid foam hit her face before dropping to her shoulders. Maya shrieked with panic.

"Spread your arms so I can reach all your body," the fireman ordered.

Reluctantly Maya did so, so aware that everyone could see everything. She shuddered with shock mixed with a little thrill as the icy blast hit her breasts making them bounce and causing her nipples to stand out like stones. Then it felt like she'd been punched as the jet blasted her stomach before dropping to her tender pussy making her squeal. Then down her thighs.

The flow stopped.

"Turn around, bend over and spread your legs," the fireman said authoritatively.

"Why?"

"So I can ensure no residue remains."

Reluctantly, Maya did as commanded.

"Spread your buttocks. Wider."

Maya did so, blushingly aware that her colleagues beyond the cordon had an unobstructed view of her most secret places; her labia and puckered asshole.

Another blast of chemical foam smote her, getting into all her crevices and blasting into her pussy. Despite the cold she felt her body betray her by getting warm and tingly inside. The jet sluiced her ass crack and she felt suds sliding down her thighs. A minute later, the washing stopped and she heard the canister clanking onto the blacktop. A news truck pulled up and a cameraman leaped out, shooting footage for the lunchtime report.

"Now I've gotta rinse you off."

A second spray of freezing water streamed all over her making her hop from foot to foot, her B-cups jiggling delightfully as the water cleared away the chemicals. Finally the hosing down stopped. Maya stood upright and threw her arms over herself despite knowing that it was too late. Looking down in humiliation she noticed her clothes now lay in a sudsy puddle.

"Take this," the fireman said, offering her a towel.

When she had mopped off the worst he handed her a flimsy white paper suit which as she wriggled into discovered offered little protection as her nipples were so visible as they stuck out and she could discern her mound.

A forensics expert hurried out of the building and spoke to the manager.

"I've done preliminary testing and I think it's only talc."

Maya cried with shame at her needless stripping and exposure.