CHAPTER 10
THE ONE WITH THE DRESS CODE VIOLATIONS
The alarm went off, and Tiffany slapped it, shutting it off. She awoke from a
deep dream, an erotic dream, in which her naked nubile body was stretched out in
an X and being fondled by anonymous men, and in which she was having orgasm after
orgasm. She realized she was alone, in her own bed, in her own bedroom, and that
her pussy was wet with excitement.
Suddenly, the events of the previous day came flooding back to her in a jumble of
memories. The ants in the pants, the boys cheering her in the hallway, the
humiliating trip to the mall, the clerk at the Rave and the others ogling her
naked breasts in public, the anal gang bang in the school cafeteria. She had been
raped by her principal, her English and math teachers, and the school janitor.
Her ass, she realized, was a little bit sore, but she wasn't really in much pain.
But was it rape, she wondered. She had cum, harder than she had ever cum in her
life from her experiments with masturbation. She had begged for them to do it to
her, given herself over to the lust. They had told her she was a slut, and she
had acted just like a slut. Nothing in her pampered privileged upbringing had
prepared her for such a situation. She was from one of the upstanding local
families - the high school was even named after her grandfather, Godfrey Daniels!
- and her parents were rich. She was beautiful, popular, envied, admired. Boys
wanted her, but she had always called the tune. Now others were calling the tune,
and it felt ... well, young Tiffany was ambivalent about how it felt. It felt
awful, demeaning and degrading, but it also felt kind of exciting. After all, her
pussy was wet. What more evidence did she need?
There was a knock at the door, and her little sister Stephanie, 14, burst in,
full of girlish excitement as usual. Tiffany thought that if possible, her sister
was going to be even more gorgeous than she was. She hadn't yet sprouted big
breasts like Tiffany's, and her figure was still coltish: long legs just
beginning to take on their womanly shape, thin hips just starting to fill out.
She was tall, though, like Tiffany, and blonde and tanned and fit.
"Hey sis, what's up?" said Steph. "Can you take me to school today? I really,
really don't want to ride the bus. Those awful Davis twins have been sitting next
to me and trying to feel me up. Please don't make me ride the bus."
Tiffany felt sorry for the younger girl. If only she knew that life could hand
her a far worse situation than a couple of 14-year-old boys brushing up against
her on the bus and giggling, trying to cop cheap feels. But Tiffany couldn't tell
her sister, couldn't tell anyone about the horrible situation she was in, lest
she end up at Dr. Wu's cabin in the woods for an all-night session, the way her
principal had threatened. She shuddered at the thought.
"Sure, honey, I'll take you. Be ready in about 45 minutes."
As they drove to Daniels High in Tiffany's Miata, top down, the breeze ruffling
their hair, Stephanie suddenly asked, "What happened to you yesterday?"
Tiffany stiffened. "What do you mean?"
"I just heard this weird story, that you changed clothes in the middle of the day
and you were wearing this really short pleated skirt and a white blouse, and some
people said you weren't wearing a bra. And then I heard that between 5th and 6th
period you were out in the hall and your blouse was all wet and boys started
making fun of you. And I just couldn't believe that anybody would have the guts
to make fun of you or that you would really dress like that."
What should she respond? The truth was out, but if she said it never happened,
Stephanie was bound to find out otherwise. She couldn't squeal on her tormentors
or they would make the videos public as they had threatened, so she in the
uncomfortable position of having to pretend it was all her idea. There was no
other way.
"Yeah, sis, I just got sick of always wearing the same tame stuff to school, so I
went for a sexier look, and I guess I took it a little far. And you know guys,
they went a little nuts. So I learned a lesson." She glanced at Stephanie. The
younger girl digested the story and nodded. The ruse had worked.
They pulled into the school lot and parked, then hugged goodbye. Stephanie went
off to her first period class, and Tiffany went off to Principal White's office,
as she had been ordered to do the previous night. When she got there, she noticed
that the usual receptionist, an elderly battle-axe named Mrs. Milano, was not at
her desk Roger White stepped out of his office and motioned her inside.
"Sometimes the fates just work in a person's favor," he told Tiffany. "Mrs.
Milano's husband had to go into the hospital, and she's taking a couple days off.
I figured I could get by without her. And it's one less person to notice your
comings and goings. Speaking of coming, how are you this morning, Princess?" he
leered.
"I'm fine, sir," Tiffany said, flushing. She hated the "princess" business, but
guesses it was better than the filthy names they had been calling her before. And
she was embarrassed by the reference to last night, and to her own mixed feelings
about it all.
White closed the office door and locked it. The 16-year-old cheerleader was alone
with her main tormentor. "Time to get naked, Princess," he ordered.
Tiffany, not surprised anymore by the outrageous demands of cruel men, obediently
stripped. She paused at her bra and panties, but Principal White just glared at
her and waved a hand to continue, and she did so. Within a minute, she stood
stark naked in his office.
"I went through all the clothes and stuff we collected last night to pick out
your outfit for today, Princess Tiffany," he said. "As much as I like novelty, I
decided that the slut clothes you wore at the mall would be the best for school
today. Here they are. Put them on." He handed her the obscenely short black
Spandex miniskirt and the skimpy black halter tape with the Nike knock-off that
read "Just Do Me." On his desk, she noticed the high-heeled black pumps she had
worn last night.
"Oh please don't make me wear these," Tiffany begged. She couldn't bear the
thought of her friends and classmates seeing her in such a revealing outfit for
the entire day. God almighty she thought, Britney Spears wouldn't even wear these
for a photo shoot!
"I thought I told you I don't want any back-talk or disagreement," White said
unpleasantly. "Now get 'em on. And leave the panties and bra on the floor. You'll
be doing without underwear today."
Tiffany was mortified, but again told herself she had no choice. She was their
slave, their plaything, their toy, and had to do as she was told. The
alternatives - release of the blackmail videos to her friends and families, the
postings on the Internet, possible even a trip to Dr. Wu - were far worse than
strutting around school all day in a slutty outfit.
Anxious to cover her nudity, the blonde beauty quickly dressed. As before, the
micro-mini came down only a couple of inches below the cheeks of her ass, and her
large breasts barely fit into the too-small halter. Her tits bulged out at the
sides of the halter and threatened to spill out over the top completely. She
stepped into the high heels, elevating her 5-foot-7 frame to nearly 6 feet tall,
and stood before White.
"Now don't move a muscle, girl," he said harshly. "I hear that slit skirts are
all the rage these days, and I wanted to make sure you were fashionable." He
pulled a pair of fabric shears out of a desk drawer and knelt in front of
Tiffany. Grasping the hem of the skirt in his left hand, he used the shears to
begin cutting her dress. He snipped carefully along the ride side, from the hem
up to the waistband, and then repeated the cutting on the left side, hem to
waistband.
Tiffany was horrified. The dress had been terrible enough before, but now her
long, tanned legs were completely bare up to the waist. Depending on how she
moved or sat, she would have to be very careful or she would inadvertently expose
her ass or pussy. And she wasn't even wearing any underwear!
"Mr. White," she stammered, "I can't go to classes like this! I'm practically
naked!"
"That you are, my dear, that you are. You know what might help? A couple of
safety pins. You could pin the dress on each side and then it wouldn't be
flopping open and exposing your charms for every boy in the school to ogle. Would
you like some safety pins to pin your skirt?"
"Yes, please," the humiliated cheerleader answered meekly.
"I happen to have some right here," he said. "But you're going to have to earn
them. Why don't we change positions? I'll stand up, and you can kneel in front of
me and see if you can figure out a way to earn your safety pins before the first
bell rings. You have five minutes."
The abused girl knew what he wanted, and decided it was best to get it over with.
On her knees, she unzipped White's fly and pulled his cock out through the
opening of his boxers. Leaning forward, she wrapped her lips tightly around the
swelling purple head and began to suck. She wrapped her fingers around the length
of the shaft and began a gentle but insistent tugging motion, jacking him off
while she blew him.
"Oh, my, that is just excellent, Princess. You're getting to be really good at
this. What a great little cock-sicker you've turned out to be!" Tiffany's face
burned with shame, but she kept on sucking. Within a few minutes, she felt the
principal's dickhead begin to swell, and she could taste the pre-cum oozing out
onto her tongue. She sucked harder than ever as he started jamming his crotch
forcefully into her face, shoving his cock deeper and deeper.
"Swallow it all, Princess," he ordered, and suddenly his cum was exploding into
her mouth. She dutifully kept her lips clamped around his cock, and allowed the
gushes of cum to flow over her tongue and down her throat. Her swallowing caused
her throat muscles to milk White's cock even more, until finally he was done.
"Here are your safety pins," he said, handing her two small ones. Tiffany looked
down to her sides, trying to figure out the best way to preserve her modesty, and
finally decided to place each safety pin about half-way up each slit in her
skirt. If she put them at the bottom, she figured, the entire slip would gap when
she sat down, exposing more skin. But no matter what she did, she knew, she was
in for a school day of far more exposure than she had had the day before.
"On your way now, Princess," Principal White said as the first bell of the day
rang. "And I want to see you back here in my office between every single class.
Since Mrs. Milano isn't in, just walk on in. And if you miss a period, we'll see
what we can do about making sure everybody sees that video we've been compiling.
Maybe we can project it on the wall during halftime of the homecoming game!" he
teased.
Tiffany rushed off to first period, which unfortunately was algebra with Mr.
Brown. As she walked quickly through the halls, all the students around her just
stopped and stared. Tiffany Daniels, the most stuck-up cheerleader in school, was
wearing a skirt so short it barely covered her ass, teetering on high heels, and
nearly bursting out of a tight halter top that invited "JUST DO ME." "Whoa,
Tiffany!" shouted a senior boy as she brushed past. "Even better than yesterday!"
"Tiffany Tits!" yelled another, and everyone laughed. She flushed crimson, and
kept moving, her ears ringing with their mockery.
Finally she reached Mr. Brown's math class. and hurried to her seat. A boy in the
back of the room whistled, and again everyone laughed. There was an excited
murmur among the boys, and Tiffany knew they were all ogling her and talking
about her. Their lustful gazes burned her exposed skin. Out of the corner of her
eye, she saw several adjust their pants, and knew they had sprouted hard-ons.
They were fantasizing about her!
"Quite an entrance, Miss Daniels," Mr. Brown said with a smirk as the second bell
rang. "Did you come to class today to participate or disrupt?"
Damn him, thought Tiffany. He knows exactly what White has done, and he's just
taunting me. And I can't say a thing against him.
"To participate sir," she replied.
"Very good, then. Class, open your books to Unit 8, quadratic equations, and Miss
Daniels, you can do the first problem at the blackboard."
The bastard, thought Tiffany. He's gonna play me like a fish. But she got up,
wobbling slightly on her heels, and tugged her skirt down to cover her ass. The
room was hushed as she walked to the board and began writing in chalk as Mr.
Brown dictated a problem to her.
She could hear the whispering, and feel the hot stares of the boys. She knew her
ass was the focus of every thought in the room. At least her back was to them,.
and they couldn't stare at her breasts. Her hand shook as she tried to follow
what Mr. Brown was saying, and the formula she wrote on the board was a mess. She
looked at it and didn't have the slightest idea how to solve it.
"Go ahead, Miss Daniels," Brown said haughtily. Tiffany didn't move, and soon
snickers were mixed in among the whispers.
She heard a whisper from the back of the room, intentionally loud enough to reach
her ears. "What's the square root of piece of ass?" one boy asked. "Speaking of
root," said his friend, "I'd like to sink my root into that!"
"That's enough, fellas," Mr. Brown said sternly, but he was smiling as he said
it. "Miss Daniels, it appears your unusual attire today is distracting the class
after all. Perhaps you'd better have a seat." Grateful, but totally humiliated,
Tiffany sat back down.
It seemed as if no time until the bell rang signalling the end of first period,
and Tiffany marched glumly back to White's office, again through a chorus of
catcalls from horny boys who now lined the halls, waiting to see the biggest cock
tease in school in an outfit that made Victoria's Secret models look modest by
comparison. White was waiting for her, and her stomach turned over when she saw
he had the shears out.
"Time for another alteration, Princess. How was math?" Tiffany just looked at the
floor as White approached her, and moved around behind her. This time he grabbed
the back of her tiny skirt and cut a slit all the way up the rear, exactly
following the crack of her ass, all the way to the waistband. Her naked ass now
hung out, completely exposed!
She instinctively reached around behind herself to close the gaping skirt around
her delicious young ass, but White reached out and smacked her hands away. "I
kind of like you like that, Tiffany," he said, "and I'll bet the boys will, too.
I wonder if there's anything we can do to help the situation?"
Tiffany saw where the game was going. "Can I please have some more safety pins.
sir?" she asked.
"More than one?" White replied. "Goodness, I don't know about more than one. Can
you earn more than one?"
Not even knowing what he would ask, Tiffany knew that her only chance to survive
this hellish day was to get out of his office with her skirt pinned rather than
flapping wide open exposing her entire ass. "I'll earn them, Mr. White. What do
you want?"
"Gee, Princess, I just came an hour ago, and I'm not the young buck I used to be.
I don't know if I'm quite ready to cum again. So it'll have to be something else.
How about a little addition to our video, Toying With Tiffany?" He had been
planning this all along, and quickly pulled out the digital camcorder.
"I want you to look and speak directly into the camera, tell us your name, and
then talk for a minute about what a slut you are. I want you to be nasty, and
vulgar, and crude, but most of all creative, If I approve of the first take, you
get safety pins. If I think you're being too coy, out you go into the hallways,
bare-assed."
The beleaguered teenager swallowed hard, knowing she had no choice. They already
had so much on tape, what was one more minute? White swung the camcorder eyepiece
to his eye, hit the record button, and Tiffany began.
"Hello, my name is Tiffany Daniels." She paused, not knowing where to go. But she
had to make herself, had to get those safety pins! "And, I'm, uh, uh, I'm a slut.
I'm 16 years old and I uh, like to masturbate, and uh..." she trailed off. White
shut the camcorder off.
"Not good enough, Princess," he barked. "That bell is gonna ring in two minutes,
and if I'm not happy, it's gonna be an interesting rest of the day for you. Now
are you gonna do this little scene that's only for me and the boys, or are you
gonna give the entire school a treat to remember? Now get nasty!"
This was agony, Tiffany thought, but she steeled herself and started again. "My
name is Tiffany Daniels, and I'm a slut," she said. "I like to masturbate. And I
just got fucked in the ass for the first time. It happened last night. These four
older men stripped me naked and laid me on a table and they took turns fucking my
ass. I thought it was going to hurt but it didn't, except for this one guy, who I
guess had a really big dick. And even with him, I had a really big orgasm." She
did not even realize it, but she had become caught up in re-telling her story,
and was hardly aware of what she saying.
"And while they fucked me up the ass, some of the other guys made me lick their
assholes. They called it a rim job. I thought it would be really gross, but it
was OK. And I just had the best orgasms I've ever had in my life."
She stopped. White lowered the camera. "Nice work, Princess," he said. "I think
you earned your safety pins. Would you like to do them or should I?"
Tiffany didn't want the older man fumbling with her skirt, but she remembered
everything he had done so far, and it didn't seem so bad by comparison. And she
knew she couldn't pin behind herself properly. So she asked White to pin the gap,
and he did, one pin near the top and one near the bottom. There was still a
slight gap in the skirt, and her ass crack was visible slightly, but it was much
better than it had been. She hurried away, on to second period.
"Tiffany Daniels!" snapped Mrs. Wolfe, her second period science teacher. "What
is wrong with you girl?" Tiffany had walked into the science classroom and the
elderly teacher had instantly turned on her. "I realize this school doesn't have
uniforms, but we do have a dress code that states students must be modestly clad.
I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but that outfit is not acceptable.
Report to the principal's office immediately.
The classroom snickered and guffawed. It was an entirely new batch of students,
nearly all of them seeing Tiffany for the first time. She had tried to slink
quietly into the room, but Mrs. Wolfe had called her up short.
"Please, ma'am, I'm sorry, but please don't send me to the principal's office!"
she pleaded.
"I'm sorry, Tiffany, but your rear end is practically hanging out of that skirt."
The boys in the class exploded with laughter, and several yelled "Hell yeah!"
"And I won't even repeat that message on your, er, top. Have you lost your mind
dressing like that? Now get to the principal's office at once, and don't come
back until you are decent! No argument! Go!" Tiffany bowed her head in shame as
the other students stamped and whistled, and slunk back to Principal White's
office.
"Why Tiffany, back so soon?" he asked in mock surprise. "You must enjoy coming
here," he mocked.
"Mrs. Wolfe sent me here," she said grimly. She hated this game.
"Oh she did? Well, I'm not going to let you change into anything else, and Mrs.
Wolfe won't let you back, so I guess you'll just have to stay here for the entire
period." He grinned wickedly.
"Unfortunately, I have other business to attend to. As much as I enjoy our little
games, I still have a school to run. On the other hand, I don't want you at loose
ends. Idle hands are the devil's playground, as I'm sure you know. So let's make
sure your hands aren't idle. Go ahead and have a seat in my chair here, and put
your feet up on my desk. That's a girl. Now spread 'em nice and wide. Wider.
Wider. Come on, remember last night in the van? You can get your legs further
apart than that.
"There. Perfect." Her skirt had ridden up to her waist, completely exposing her
naked pussy. "Now I want you to start masturbating. If you can get yourself off,
be my guest, but please don't stain the leather seat with your secretions. You
will masturbate for the entire period. I will close the door so you won't be
bothered, but you're not allowed to lock it. I will come back at random times,
and when I open the door, you'd better be in exactly this position, with your
fingers in your crotch, playing with yourself. You got that, girl?"
"Yes sir," Tiffany replied. At least he wasn't going to cut her clothes up
anymore.
She began to masturbate as the principal pulled the door to. At first she was
just going through the motions, but soon the solitude, and the confusing memories
of the sexual exploitation she was undergoing, and the orgasms, began to mess
with her young mind, and she became aroused. Unable to help herself, she started
thinking about the previous night, and what it had felt like to have a man's
tongue probing her tender, virgin asshole. It had been so warm, so moist, so
thrilling. She'd never imagined something so nasty could feel so good. Her
fingers dug deep, and her little clit began to lift out from under its hood. She
gasped as her fingertips made contact with the button, which had been worked over
more in the past 24 hours than it had in her entire life. But the little clit
loved it, and wanted more, and more, and more.
Tiffany drifted, her naked legs splayed out obscenely on the principal's desk,
her hands busy in her lap, bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm, when
suddenly, the door to the office burst open. The girl looked up, expecting to see
Roger White, and instead saw the Davis twins, Bret and Brian, standing in the
doorway staring at her.
"Whoa, dude, check it out," said one. Tiffany had no idea which was which. These
were freshmen, beneath her contempt, nasty little boys. Normally she would have
squashed them with a glance.
"Hey, you're that Tiffany Daniels the cheerleader!" said the other. "Everybody's
talking about what a slut you've become. What the fuck are you doing jerking off
in the principal's office?"
Tiffany quickly pulled her legs off the desk and tried to sit demurely in the
chair, but she painfully aware of what the boys had seen, and could still see.
"What the fuck are YOU doing here?" she screeched shrilly.
"The principal told us to walk on in and wait for him," said one evil twin. "He
must not have known you were sittin' in here playing with yourself. God, you're
an even bigger slut than everyone says."
"Can we see your pussy some more?" asked the other.
"No!" Tiffany yelped. God, this was the worst thing yet! These wretched little
boys had seen her masturbating and now they were going to tell the entire school!
"Listen, this isn't what it looks like," she said frantically. "Principal White
told me to come in here ..." she trailed off. She realized she couldn't tell them
the truth, how she was being blackmailed, or they'd have an even bigger story to
tell the school.
"Oh yeah, right," said one Davis. "The principal told you to wait in his office,
so you sat in his chair and started playing with your pussy. Makes sense to me!"
"Please," pleaded the mortified teenager. "Please just go away and leave me
alone."
"Yeah, well, I guess we could. But he told us to wait here. So we can't. By the
way, where did you get that cool halter. JUST DO ME. Is that, like, an invitation
for guys to fuck you or something?"
Tiffany was beyond mere hell. Just then Principal White walked in and took in the
scene he had obviously set up. He smiled. Motherfucker, thought Tiffany.
"Goodness gracious, I've got a full office," he said, pretending to be unaware of
what was going on. I'm surprised to see you in here, Miss Daniels. I hope you
weren't going through my files. Boys, I had intended to speak with you about your
grades, but I guess I need to speak to Miss Daniels first about coming into my
office. You go on back to class now."
The twins grinned at each other. They didn't know what was up, but they knew they
had just witnessed something that would spread like wildfire throughout the
school, as soon as they got done telling every single guy they knew. Stephanie
Daniels' big sister, the most stuck-up bitch in school! They'd seen her naked
pussy! They trotted off, slowly, because of the boners they had sprung in their
pants.
"What a shame Mrs. Wolfe kicked you out of class, Princess," the principal said,
continuing to toy with her. It's almost time for third period, though. Time for
another modification for your outfit."
"Oh God, please don't do this to me, please sir please," the poor girl begged.
"I'll do anything. Please. I'll suck your dick again. I'll do the other guys.
Anything. But don't make me go back out there."
"Oh, you'll do anything we want anyway, Tiffany," he chortled. "Now stand up and
take your medicine." He pulled out the shears and this time, instead of going for
the dress, he inserted them in the front of her halter, right into her cleavage,
and began carefully cutting downward. In seconds he reached the bottom, and the
tiny top, which had been terribly stretched to begin with, parted. Her huge
breasts sprang free, unfettered.
"Oh my, you're really going to need a safety pin for that," he smiled. "I think
one will do it, though." He reached out and pulled the halves together and ran
the pin through them. They stayed closed, covering her bulging tits, but only
barely. A full two inches of bare cleavage now shown through from the top of the
halter to the bottom. She might as well have shown a spotlight on her tits and
walked around screaming "Look at my tits, everybody!"
"There you go, Tiffany. Time for third period. See you after class!"
She had to do something. No way would she go to another class like this, her body
screaming for every male in the school to ogle her, a walking target for teenaged
lust. She ducked out of the principal's office, ran down the hall, her boobs
bouncing so violently that they almost flew out of the halter, and ducked into
the girls' restroom. She entered a stall and shut and locked the door. Safe. For
a while, anyway.
Tiffany spent the next period in the restroom, trying to remain calm. But soon
the bell rang again, and she knew she had to go back to White's office. He was
waiting, shears in hand. "How nice to see you, Princess," he said. "I have good
news for you. This will be the last cut." And he put the shears at the front of
her skirt and sliced neatly upward, halving the mini right in front of her naked
pussy.
"I have to confess, I'm running out of ideas for tormenting you, and that's
unlike me," he said. "It's not pity, mind you, but for now, here, take the safety
pin and pin that front together. What's your next period, by the way?"
"Lunch," Tiffany said without thinking.
"That should be interesting," White replied. "I'll come in to the lunch room and
check up on you. I wouldn't want you to skip and, say, hide in a bathroom or
anything. Off you go now."
And Tiffany, beaten, left the office. Even when the outfit had been intact it had
been provocative beyond belief. Now, with the slits exposing her all over, she
was a walking exhibitionist. She tried to shuffle to keep her skirt from gapping
and exposing her bare ass and pussy, but it did little good. She headed for the
lunch room, which was filled with students.
