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Chapter Five: Lunch Humiliation
Ms. Temis led her to the teacher's lounge where the science teacher dropped a hot lunch from the school's kitchen in front of her. Tami ate in silence as the other teachers in the room joked and talked as if she wasn't even there. In a way, the indifferent attitude they displayed was more torture than the attention Tami had received from her classmates. Totally humiliated, Tami shrunk down in her seat, trying desperately to disappear.
Coach Hampton entered into the teacher's lounge with a smile. "Hi, Sheryl. I'm here for Ms. Edwards."
Ms. Temis looked up at the huge hulking coach, his gray hair framing his face. "Take her, Mark. I've got to get to my next class." She said waving her hand.
Coach Hampton strode to where Tami was sitting quietly. "Let's go, Ms. Edwards."
Tami nodded obediently and rose from the chair turning to follow him.
"Um! Excuse me!" said Ms. Temis angrily. Tami turned back to face her science teacher in surprise and flinched as the woman picked up the half eaten meal tray, turned it sideways and pushed it against Tami's bare body.
"I'm not your maid! Clean it up yourself! And drop the tray off at the lunch room on your way to gym." Ms. Temis said angrily.
Tami's eyes flooded with tears again and she felt the warm leftovers slide against her breasts. She could feel a bit of the gravy slip downward past her hip and move along the flow of her leg to her flower. She brought the tray downward and looked at her chest. It was spotted with mashed potatoes, gravy, and the nasty cranberry sauce the school served.
Coach Hampton rolled his eyes. "Was that really necessary, Sheryl?" He asked resignedly.
Temis glared at him. "Yes. It was."
Coach Hampton sighed. "All right. Come on, Ms. Edwards. We'll drop that off at the kitchen.
Tami led the way as Coach Hampton followed, pushing her onward as she kept slowing. The loud rowdiness of the lunchroom overwhelmed Tami as they came closer and closer. Finally, Coach Hampton opened the doors to the lunch room and Tami stepped in, holding the tray in front of her splattered body like a shield.
A sudden hush fell over the students as they spotted her, but then loud cheers erupted and Tami flushed bright red as students began yelling at her, commenting on her lunch decorated body. She hurried forward to the kitchen, depositing the tray in on the counter.
"Just a second, Tami." Coach Hampton said, looking in at the kitchen. "Let's get you cleaned up." He took her arm and pulled her onto the water soaked tiles of the kitchen back to the large sinks and washer. A large portly woman held a nozzle with a squeeze trigger and was rinsing off the trays when Coach Hampton approached with Tami. Steam rose from the torrents of hot water gushing from the nozzle.
"Pardon me, ma'am." Coach Hampton interrupted. The woman's eyes widened in astonishment as she saw the unclad beauty in front of her.
"Ms. Edwards got a little messy while cleaning up her lunch. Would you mind spraying her off?"
The woman's eyes cleared in understanding and she turned the hose toward Tami. Tami braced herself as the toggle was pressed and a high powered jet of hot water streamed toward her, soaking her body in a scalding torrent. Coach Hampton ordered her to sluice the food still clinging to her off and finish rinsing. The water was hot and in a few moments Tami was clean, but bright pink.
"Spread your legs, Tami." Ordered Hampton, who took the nozzle from the washerwoman.
"Oh please no, Coach!" begged Tami.
Coach Hampton's face hardened. "Your pussy is soaked, and not from water. I won't tolerate it. You aren't supposed to be enjoying this. Open them or I'll get the football team in here to open you up. And when I do that I won't just spray you with this water hose, I'll have you fucked with it. Now open up!"
Once more Tami choked up, small sobs escaping from her throat as she spread her legs. Coach Hampton bent over slightly, moving the head of the nozzle to right under Tami's exposed slit. His finger hit the toggle which opened the flood and the steamy water surged upward into Tami's pink creamed slit.
Tami screamed, her fingers going down to her crotch, but she had at least the presence of mind not to cover herself. Her legs buckled and even her ankles seemed to jitter as the scalding water purged her sex. Water flowed over and off her body to stream downward, gurgling down a drain nearby.
Finally Coach Hampton stood upright, the spray stopping. "Okay. I think we're done here. Let's go, Tami."
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