Victoria’s Adventures

For those of you who read Reluctant Rebecca, this is the story of Victoria who was introduced in chapter 7. We are meeting Victoria, three years before Rebecca attends Sappho College (although Victoria has gone through a few physical feature changes). I didn’t plan to write another series, but it looks like this will be at least a couple of chapters. Hope you enjoy…and as always it is intended for readers over the age of eighteen. Please do not repost without the author’s permission.

Victoria was happy to be out of high school. Her years at Feelem High had been difficult and the distractions caused by the students made a successful academic record impossible. When her guidance counselor, Ms. Wayne, had suggested she apply to Sappho College, Victoria figured she was being kind at best and playing a joke on Victoria at worst. Ms. Wayne, however, had been so insistent that Victoria agreed to fill out the application and interview with the Head Mistress, Ms. Pendleton.

On the day of the interview, Victoria stood naked in front of the bedroom mirror deciding which outfit to wear. She admired her young firm body. Her summer job had left her little time for outdoor activity and she was without a tan. Her skin looked soft and creamy. Her breasts almost a C cup were topped with pink nipples and equally pink areoles. Her long wavy hair was a luxurious chestnut brown with natural blond highlights. She turned and admired her backside, the smooth curve of her bottom and the athletic tone of her legs. She wished that she was taller than her five foot five inches, but could not complain about the proportions nature had given her.  Her nipples stiffened and she thought about walking out to the kitchen naked, the lovely things her foster sister might do to her. With a sigh of determination she gave up the idea and returned to thoughts of her outfit.

Victoria decided on a pale yellow dress. It had spaghetti straps and was made from a silk-like material. The color perfectly accented her skin and nicely offset her long wavy hair. The neckline showed just enough cleavage to give her a sexy, but not slutty look. She thought about going without panties, which excited her, but decided this was a new start so she opted for a matching yellow tong. The dress only came to mid thigh but Victoria assumed that in college such a length would not be inappropriate.

When she arrived for her interview, she had second thoughts on her choice of outfits. Ms. Pendleton was a severe looking woman, with pointy features and a no nonsense bun of silver hair. Her thin lips and piercing glare made Victoria feel naked.

“Please sit down,” Ms. Pendleton instructed. “Your name is Victoria Jones, is that correct?”

“Yes, Ms. Pendleton,” Victoria answered. She found it difficult to make direct eye contact.

“Funny, you do not look like a Jones.”

“I guess I’m not, I am…or was a foster child, and Jones was the name given to me because no one knows who my parents were.”

“Umm,” said Ms. Pendleton reviewing the file in front of her. “Ms. Wayne did tell me a few things about you, which is why I agreed to this interview.”

“Thanks Ms. Pendleton, I really appreciate the opportunity to enroll here.”

Ms. Pendleton laughed, it sounded to Victoria more like a cackle.

“Now, Ms. Jones, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You have not been accepted yet.”

“I’m sorry; I did not mean to presume…” Ms. Pendleton cut her off with a wave of her long slender hand.

“Your grades in high school, were, let’s say, less than impressive.” Victoria stared at her white sandals certain that there was little hope of a college education.

“Can you explain why you did so poorly Ms. Jones?”

“Well, I…it’s just that…um, I guess I was easily distracted.”

“Distracted? By what?”

Victoria did not know what to say. She wanted to leave her old life behind her. She did not want to have to rehash the past, especially to this uptight old woman.

“Well, Ms. Jones, I’m waiting for an answer.”

“I was distracted by the other students.”

“In what way?”

Here it was, the moment of decision. Victoria was a terrible liar, so if she tried to make up a story she would certainly be caught. On the other hand, if she told the truth the woman would likely kick her out of the office. She could just leave the interview, but doing so ended any chance of learning fashion design.  She decided on the truth.

“I was distracted because of the way they were always touching me.”

“I am afraid I do not understand, Ms. Jones. What way did the students touch you?”

“I’d rather not say.”

“Well then I guess you leave me no choice but to deny your application to Sappho College,” Ms. Pendleton said and closed Victoria’s file.

“No wait, please give me a chance Ms. Pendleton, I know I can do well here.”

“I am sorry, Ms. Jones, but as the head mistress it is my job to ensure the academic standards of our student body. Now I can make exceptions under extenuating circumstances, but being “distracted” by classmates does not constitute such.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you, but you will probably think I’m a freak.” Ms. Pendleton did not respond, she stared at Victoria waiting a response.

“I get excited easily,” Victoria said again examining her shoes. “I do not know why, but it takes very little for me to get…um…hot. And once I do, it takes only a little more for me to, you know…um…cum.”

“I see,” said Ms. Pendleton. “Please continue.”

“A bunch of girls in high school found out about it in my sophomore year during gym class. I think my foster mom’s daughter told them. After that I spent the rest my time in school being touched. In gym, in the class room, hallways and even at my part time job, everywhere I went someone seemed to want to make me, you know.”

“And you say you have no control over yourself?”

“No, not really. Once I get excited I am at the mercy of anyone.”

“Interesting,” Ms. Pendleton said as she got up from her chair. She came around her desk and stood behind Victoria.

“Did you ever report these things to your teachers?” Ms. Pendleton asked.

“HA!” Victoria cried. “At first the teachers just stood back and watched, then as time went on, most of them joined in.”

“So if you know you have this problem, then why do you dress like you do?” Ms. Pendleton said. She reached her hands around the front of Victoria and slowly slid them down the girl’s exposed chest.

“I-I - d-don’t know.”

“Seems to me that you would cover as much as possible if your flesh is really so sensitive.” Ms. Pendleton’s old hands gently traced the outline of the dress, her fingers lightly feeling the swell of Victoria’s breasts.

“Ms. Pendleton, p-p-please don’t touch me.”

“Why? Is this getting you excited?” Ms. Pendleton’s hands slipped under the top of Victoria’s dress and she gently squeezed the upper globes. Victoria drew in a quick breath trying to calm her racing heart.

“Please, I just want to be accepted here.”

“I understand that Ms. Jones, but this is quite the fantastic story you’ve told, how am I to believe its true?”

“I w-wouldn’t lie, I swear.” Victoria wished she had worn a bra. She had never expected such a thing to happen. Ms. Pendleton’s hands slid farther down her breasts until they reached Victoria’s erect nipples. She rested the palms of her hands on each nipple and then slowly made small circles. Victoria felt her panties grow wet and her clit pushed against the fabric of her panties.

“Are you losing control Ms. Jones?” Ms. Pendleton whispered in Victoria’s ear.

“Y-y-yes.”

“So then I can slip this dress right off you and you would not complain.”

“N-noo.” It sounded like both an affirmation and a protest. Ms. Pendleton released the girl’s breasts and found the ties for the dress’s straps. With a quick pull, the straps fell away. The dress stayed in place.

“Stand up,” Ms. Pendleton commanded

Victoria stood up as instructed. Ms. Pendleton reached for the dress and then changed her tact.

“Victoria, I want you to strip.” Victoria did not argue. She slid the dress down her body and stood in the center of the office in her yellow tong and white sandals. Ms Pendleton admired the young girls’ firm ass and slender legs. “I said to strip. Now take off those panties.”

Victoria did as she was told.

“Now turn around.” Victoria slowly spun to face the woman. Ms. Pendleton soaked in this vision of beauty; the creamy skin, the slender waist, the long wavy hair that just reached Victoria’s areoles. The areoles were large and pink, and they were topped with large nipples. Ms. Pendleton approached the naked girl and ran her hands along Victoria’s shoulders.

“Why did you take your clothes off” she asked.

“I…uh…you told me too.”

“So you take your clothes off for anyone who asks?”

“Umm…no…it’s just that…” Victoria did not know how to finish.

“What? Is it that you are excited?” Ms. Pendleton ran her hands down Victoria’s chest and cupped her breasts. She found one nipple and pinched it lightly, feeling it harden at her touch.

“Are you excited?” She demanded.

“Y-y-yes.”

The old woman’s hands made their way across Victoria’s smooth belly. One hand returned to the breast, while the other trailed lower.

“Where is your pubic hair?” she asked, feeling the silky smoothness of the hairless pubic mound.

“My foster mother insists I wax every week,” Victoria said.

Ms. Pendleton hand slipped lower until she found the girl’s moist lips. She slid a finger inside and brushed across Victoria’s very hard clit. When the finger touched it, Victoria jumped as if shocked.

“Ahhh,” she moaned.

Ms. Pendleton leaned over and took a nipple into her mouth. With her other hand she thrust a finger into the naked girl. Victoria began to shake. Ms. Pendleton removed the finger and returned to Victoria’s clit. It was hard and slippery. She managed to grab it with her thumb and index finger, her other hand grabbed Victoria by the ass to keep the girl in place. Victoria was shaking and moaning.

“Ugg, ugg, n-n-noo, p-p-please n-n-oo, ahh.”

Victoria shook as an orgasm washed through her, “aaaahhh, aaahhh.”

Ms. Pendleton continued the assault. She was amazed at how quickly the girl could cum. And just as soon as the first orgasm finished, the girl was engulfed in a second stronger one. Ms. Pendleton was tempted to stop, but thought one more could not hurt. She knelt down in front of the naked Victoria and drove her tongue into the girl’s pussy, it was delicious and she doubted she had ever tasted such a sweet thing. Victoria came almost immediately.

“uggg, uuugg, p-p-pleasssse, m-m-ms p-pendleton, sssstop,”Victoria begged.

Ms Pendleton stood up and spun Victoria around. She laid the teen across her desk and spread the girl’s ass cheeks. Ms. Pendleton lubricated her fingers in Victoria’s cunt and then drove them into the girl’s anus.

“Does this make you cum too?” She asked in Victoria’s ear. A few thrust later and she got her answer as Victoria again came. It was unbelievable how easy she was to bring off. Ms. Pendleton had not believed Ms. Wayne when the counselor had called to tell her about Victoria. Here was the proof. When one added in the curvy tanned body and the sensuous way the girl’s body shook with every orgasm, it was no wonder the students and teachers had abused her.

Ms. Pendleton helped Victoria stand and then led her over to a sofa in the office. Victoria, still naked and exhausted by the manipulations, fell into the soft leather material.

“Well Ms. Jones, it is apparent you did not lie to me. I can see how such a problem could certainly distract a girl from her studies. Because of this, we will accept you into Sappho College.”

Victoria was stunned. She fully expected to be thrown out of the office not to be accepted into the program.

‘Thank you Ms. Pendleton, thank you.”

“Just bear in mind that I will be keeping my eye on you. I will place you in classes that I think will be best to get you on track.”

Victoria grew a little concerned. “I really wanted to study fashion design.”

“Oh don’t be concerned, you will be enrolled in the fashion program. I am just going to select courses that will help you be well rounded and to make up for some of the education you missed.”

“Oh okay,” Victoria was relieved.

“Classes begin next week, so check your email for the schedule.”

“I will and thank you again,” Victoria said as she stood up and headed towards the door.

“Umm, Victoria.”

“Yes?” Victoria turned back to Ms. Pendleton.

“You may want to get dressed before you leave.”

A few days later Victoria received her schedule through email. It read:

       Human Form in Art

       Cultural Studies – The Black Experience

       Gym

       Biology & Fashion

       Special Credit – Professor’s Aide

Victoria was happy that at least two of the classes seemed related to fashion.  She was not crazy about gym class, but figured she would get through it.

“At least it’s a fresh start,” she said aloud.

Or so she thought…

Victoria’s Adventures

Chapter 2

First Day of School

The following is a work of fiction and intended for mature audiences. Please do not repost without the author’s permission.

       Victoria sat in her car in the parking lot of Sappho College. Today was supposed to be a new start, but instead it felt like her past.  Last evening she had laid out a conservative navy blue dress complete with long sleeves, a high collar and a hem that reached past her knees. This morning, after her shower, what she found was a completely different outfit. She had searched her closet and her drawers but every other item of clothing had been removed from her room. It was her foster sister or maybe even her foster mother, no doubt, they just would not let her make this new start.

       She supposed it could have been worse as she remembered the day in high school that she was forced to wear nothing but a body stocking to school. At least this outfit didn’t leave her ass and pussy exposed to the world. Still it was a lot more revealing then she liked. The spandex like white dress was short, just reaching a few inches below her crotch. Sitting in the car, the material sprung up, almost exposing her sheer peach colored tong. The top of the dress was an inverted V that left her sides and back completely bare. It was held in place by a white collar of material that clasped around her neck. From throat to belly was an open, diamond shape that exposed most of her belly and her ample cleavage. The small strips of material that covered her breasts was so sheer that you could just make out her nipples and pink areoles. If her nipples hardened there would be no hiding them in this outfit. Of course, with this dress design wearing a bra would have looked ridicules.  The white three inch high heels just served to accent her naked legs and forced her hips to sway as Victoria tried to maintain her balance.

       Victoria had gone so far as to stop at the mall store where she worked. She had hoped to buy a new outfit. Thankfully she had surveyed the store from a distance before entering. The manager Wanda was on duty. Wanda would have taken great pleasure in assisting Victoria find a new outfit and in the end, Victoria would have wound up in some sort of humiliating act and missed classes completely.

       Now sitting in her car she had only two choices. Give up on the idea of school and drive home or push on and hope for the best. She was, after all, a fashion design major, so perhaps her attire would be viewed as that of a progressive designer. Determined to make this work she pulled her schedule from her purse and reviewed her first day –

       Human Form in Art 11:00 a.m. – Ms. Wilson, Room 069

       Gym – noon – Ms Knapp, Gymnasium

       Cultural Studies (The Black Experience) – 1:50 pm – Ms Jones, Room 010

Her first class began in thirty minutes and she still needed to stop by the office and pick up her financial aid paperwork. Victoria took a deep breath and let it out. She swung open her door and stepped out of the car. A cool autumn breeze pushed passed her. The air easily cut through the thin material of her dress and she felt her nipples stiffen. She slung her purse over her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest and made her way to the school’s entrance.

       She had expected to be met by warmth when she entered the building. The air conditioner was still set for summer and the air was as chilly inside as it had been outside. She shivered slightly as she walked down the hall towards the main office. Her high heels clicked loudly on the tile floor drawing the attention of several groups of students gathered in the hall. They all turned and watched as Victoria cautiously maneuvered in the heels. To on lookers, however, her cautious steps looked more like a seductive swagger and her soft gyrations drew equal looks of lust and envy.

       Victoria entered the office and was greeted by a small, elderly woman who was arranging papers on the counter.

       “Hello young lady,” the woman said cheerfully.

       “Hi,” Victoria replied.

       “How can I help you?”

       “I’m Victoria, I’m new here and I need to pick up some financial aid paperwork.”

       “Of course, come over to my desk and I will pull it all together for you, my name is Agnes, by the way.”

       “Thank you Agnes, I appreciate the help, I feel a bit lost.”

       “Oh not to worry, I’ve been helping new girls here at the school for over thirty years.”

       Victoria followed the strange little woman behind the counter to a small desk in the center of the room. Agnes sat in her chair and motioned for Victoria to stand next to her.

       “Now the first thing I will need is to see some identification.”

       Victoria hesitated. To retrieve her license she would have to take her arms away from her breasts. She knew the cold air would instantly raise her nipples and embarrass both the old lady and herself. Agnes gave her a funny look.

       “Is there a problem Ms. Victoria?”

       “Um, no not at all,” Victoria said as she removed her purse from her shoulder and set the bag on the desk. She leaned over slightly hoping to hide her stiffened nipples. She found her wallet and removed the license, setting it down in front of Agnes. The old woman gave it only a cursory glance and then took hold of Victoria’s purse and set it on the floor.

       “I’ll just set it there so we have room to work,” Agnes said indicating the purse. “Now here are the forms you will need for the financial aid, just return them to me when complete.”

       “Thank you, I will.”

       “I also need you to sign these forms for enrollment.” Agnes produced a half inch stack of papers and set them before her on the desk.”

       “No problem,” said Victoria. “I’ll return them to you as soon as I’m done.”

       “Oh, I’m afraid not deary.  These need to be signed by you and witnessed before you begin classes so you’ll need to take care of them now.”

       “Okay,” Victoria said, but she glanced at the clock worried that she would be late to her first class.

       “What am I signing,” she asked.

       “Oh the usual stuff for enrollment, insurance, conduct, nothing to worry about really.”

       Victoria picked up a pen and reached for the stack of papers. The old woman’s boney hand took hold of hers.

       “I need to witness, and my eyes aren’t as good as they used to be, be a dear and sign them where they are please.”

       Victoria, flustered over the time this was taking, decided not to point out that she would need to stretch across the desk to sign the papers.

       “Just scoot over next to me and you should be fine,” Agnes said as if reading her mind.

       Victoria did as she was told. Agnes pushed the pile a little further across the desk and smiled, “My near vision isn’t what it used to be.”

       Victoria leaned forward to reach the forms. She felt uncomfortably exposed in this position as the skirt slid a few inches up her thighs. Her breasts dangled over the desk as the cool air worked her nipples into hard little rocks. The material rubbing against them created a warm stir between her legs, but she forced herself to focus on the task. The forms had several X’s where she needed to either sign or print her name. There was so much and so little time that she did not even look at the content of the pages.

       When she reached the bottom of the third page Agnes reached under her right arm.

       “You missed one,” the woman indicated by pointing to an X mark at the top of the page.

       Agnes pulled her hand back, but not completely. The old wrinkled hand hovered just below Victoria’s breasts.  As Victoria continued to sign the pages, she became aware of the heat from Agnes’ hand on her nipple. Several times she imagined the woman had rubbed her breast with the back of her hand.

       “Impossible,” Victoria thought. “This is an old administrator, not some pervert.”

       Still the sensations returned and it became distracting to the young girl. Victoria was grateful when she saw that there were only a few pages left in the pile.

       “You know,” Agnes said, “you girls, today, have such nice fabrics for your clothes. When I was your age all we had was wool.”

       Victoria did not respond. Her nipples felt stiff and itchy and the warm sensation in her pussy had become almost a throb.

       “For example, look at how soft and sheer this beautiful dress is,” Agnes continued. “Why it is almost like silk.” Agnes boldly took Victoria’s left breast in her hand. She hefted it, feeling the weight and firmness.

       “Uhh,” Victoria moaned. The unexpected contact sent a shiver through her.

       Agnes slowly drew her fingers down Victoria’s breast. When she reached the stiff nipple, she held it in three fingers.

       “Yes, feels just like silk,” Agnes said as she rolled the nipple between her thumb and two fingers. Victoria’s body gave a slight spasm as she stood frozen.  Agnes continued to pull and twist Victoria’s nipple.

       “Of course, there isn’t a lot of material here, now is there. A young lady could almost pop right out of this top.” Agnes released Victoria’s nipple and quickly pulled aside the material exposing Victoria’s breast.

       “Oh my, this is almost as silky as the dress,” the old woman cooed as she stroked and needed Victoria’s breast.

       Victoria’s mind swirled from the lovely sensation. She forgot that she was standing in an office and did not notice that several students were watching through the glass office walls. Agnes continued to stroke her breast and play with her rock hard nipple.

       “Please finish signing the forms,” she said to Victoria. In a daze, Victoria scribbled out her name on the last page. The slight spasms had become shudders as Victoria approached orgasm. Agnes gave a final tug on the nipple and then removed her hand and abruptly stood up.

       “Thank you Ms. Victoria, that’s all I need, you may go to your class now.” Victoria heated to the point of near orgasm barely heard the woman.

       “Ms. Victoria, I said you may go,” Agnes said sternly. The tone brought Victoria back and she straightened up. Agnes reached over and unceremoniously pulled Victoria’s top back into place. She placed a hand on the young girl’s naked back and directed her to the door.

       “Here is your purse; your first class is just down the hall on the right. Have a nice day and remember to bring back those forms.”

Still slightly dazed Victoria nodded and walked down the hall. When she reached her classroom, the other students were already seated. Fear of the punishment for tardiness cleared her mind as she entered the classroom.

“And you are?” Ms. Wilson asked with a smile as Victoria entered the classroom.

“Hi, I’m Victoria.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Victoria, please come in and find a seat.”

The only unoccupied seat was in the front center row. Victoria carefully made her way across the tile floor, hopeful that she did not fall in her heels. Ms. Wilson and the students silently watched the seductive swing of her hips. All eyes remained on Victoria as she attempted to sit without her skirt rising any further up her thighs.

Ms. Wilson was a breathtaking woman at thirty five. Her long red hair fell in soft locks around her face and shoulders. She had mischievous green eyes and her long slender fingers were tipped with equally long manicured nails. She wore a pair of dark, hip hugger jeans, a green cashmere sweater and black, leather boots. Her five foot, seven inch body was lithe and athletic and she carried herself with an air of confidence reserved for women who experienced no dislikes for their bodies.

“Ladies, I am very excited about this year’s special course in the Human Form in Art. I would assume everyone here is either an art or fashion major?”

Everyone shook their heads in affirmation.

“Excellent. There is nothing as beautiful as the human body. It is in itself natures most unique and lovely art. This is especially true of the female form. Magazines and television would have us believe that there are only certain bodies that are beautiful, but in truth, all sizes, shapes, and colors are beautiful. Do you know how I know this?”

The students shook their heads.

“Would anyone care to guess?”

“Victoria, have you ever looked at porn on the internet?”

Victoria turned bright red, but did not respond.

“Now don’t be shy, you can tell the truth, you have, haven’t you.”

Victoria nodded in agreement and someone behind her whispered, “slut.”

“What kind of porn have you looked at?”

“Um…I d-don’t know.”

“You don’t know? I don’t believe you. Come share with the group.”

“Different kinds, you know men…and sometimes women.”

“Have you ever looked at lesbian porn?”

“I-I guess a few times.”

“Pamela, how about you? Have you ever looked at lesbian porn?” Pamela was a small girl at about five foot one. Her short brown hair hung in her face and Victoria noticed that she was wearing a long blue crew neck shirt that she held tightly at her naked thighs.

“Pamela, have you?” The small girl nodded her head but continued to look down at her desk.

“Have you ever masturbated to lesbian porn, Pamela?

Victoria was shocked by the question. Ms. Wilson still smiled, but it seemed false. She stared at Pamela with her green eyes, like a cat watching a mouse.

“Have you?” she repeated.

Pamela heard something in Ms. Wilson’s voice that made the girl look up. Her eyes pleaded with the teacher not to insist but Ms. Wilson remained starring at the girl, one hand on her outthrust hip. A girl sitting behind Pamela reached forward and grabbed hold of the blue shirt. She slowly began to pull and Pamela reestablished her firm grip on the material.

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Y-yes I’ve masturbated to lesbian porn.” There were snickers from the rest of the students.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of Pamela. The female body is beautiful. And there are millions of people on line every day looking at pictures and movies of naked women. But here is the most telling thing of all. The most popular type of nudity is amateur. You see men and women prefer to see a variety of forms and figures. Not just the magazine stuff, not just the size zero models. Although they too are beautiful, the truth is all forms of naked humans are beautiful.”

The students nodded in agreement.

“That is the subject of our class this semester; to study and discuss the human form in and as a part of art. Since this class is a requirement for both art and fashion majors we will pay specific attention to both those fields of study. And the best part is our students will serve as our models.”

Victoria was overjoyed to finally be in a classroom where the material sounded interesting. For the moment she had forgotten about her revealing dress and her run in with Agnes. 

“My plan was to begin with photography, but seeing Victoria in her lovely dress I think this is a great opportunity to discuss fashion and the female form.” Victoria shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She did not want to be the center of attention in such a revealing outfit.

“The primary function of clothing is to cover and protect our bodies from the elements. But, of course, that is not the only purpose. Clothing also serves to tell the world about who we are, to enhance are beauty and to attract potential mates. In fact, the best clothing can make otherwise nonsexual aspects of our bodies sexual. Victoria, if you would please come to the front of the room.”

Victoria looked around, hoping Ms. Wilson was not referring to her. Ms. Wilson, however, approached and took her by the hand and pulled her from the chair.

“Take for example this outfit that Victoria is wearing.” She turned Victoria away from the students.

“Notice the open back,” Ms. Wilson said as she ran her hand along Victoria’s bare skin.

“Ordinarily a back is not sexual, but when exposed in a different setting, such as a classroom, it has a much different effect.”  Ms. Wilson squatted besides Victoria.

“Now also notice the high heels, see the way they cause her calves to flex, accenting the tone of her legs?” Ms. Wilson ran her hand over Victoria’s leg and slowly slid upwards towards the girl’s thigh. “See how the line continues up the thigh all the way to her ass?”

Ms. Wilson stood up again but did not let Victoria turn around. “The designer also used a very thin material. This forces the wearer to either wear a tong or nothing at all” Ms. Wilsons hand slowly rubbed Victoria’s behind.

“The secret to holding such a short dress in place is the material inside the dress. You see,” she said as she pulled the dress over Victoria’s ass, “ on the inside here, this silky yet stretchy material serves to hug the form so that it not only covers for function, but accents for look.”

Victoria was flushed. Here on her first day of school and her ass was exposed to the entire classroom. Ms. Wilson was absently stroking her naked ass and the effect caused a tingling in Victoria’s pussy and nipples. Ms. Wilson’s hand slid further down and one finger slid partially between her thighs. Victoria tired to listen to the lecture, but her mind raced with thoughts of sex. Abruptly she was spun around to face the class, her dress still hiked up over her ass.

“The front is where the real work of art takes place. Notice first the way the material around the neck looks like a collar, giving the owner a submissive appearance. Are you a submissive Victoria?” Ms. Wilson smiled her cat after a mouse smile again, but did not wait for a response.

“Also see how much flesh is exposed, especially the sides of the breasts.” Ms Wilson slid her slender hand down the front of Victoria’s chest, her long nails tracing each exposed mound. Victoria shivered with pleasure and her eyes slowly closed.

“You can also see that the designer choose a sheer material for the bosom area and Victoria choose to highlight that by not wearing a bra. You can just make out her areoles under the material. Can you all see them?” Ms Wilson slowly traced the outline with the pad of her index finger. First the right breast and then she repeated the movement on Victoria’s left breast.

“The only problem with this design is a modest woman might be embarrassed if her nipples were to harden. Watch how noticeable they become.” Ms. Wilson used her long finger nails to gently flick Victoria’s right nipple. It responded immediately, stiffening under the assault and pushing out against the material.

“Ahh, uhhh” Victoria moaned as Ms. Wilson switched her attention to the other nipple.

“Victoria has very stiff nipples when they are excited. Can everyone see them?” She took one between her thumb and index finger and pulled firmly. Victoria shuddered and almost came in front of the entire class.

The long nails continued to dance down to her naked belly.

“The bottom hem is short enough to expose the thighs, but still long enough to cover the more intimate parts.” Ms. Wilson was squatting again, her hand rested on Victoria’s inner thigh.

“The observer clearly understands that the material, while providing coverage, also is easily moved aside when the time or opportunity arises.” Ms. Wilson slid her hand up Victoria’s thigh, pushing the material higher and higher until her sheer peach tong was exposed to the classroom.

“Even the panties serve to delight our visual senses. Notice the sheer material gives you a clear outline of Victoria’s lips, but provides enough coverage to maintain some anticipation of what’s beneath.” Ms. Wilson used the pad of her finger to trace Victoria’s slit. Victoria could not help the instinctive thrust of her hips towards the seductive finger.

A second hand slid around and firmly squeezed Victoria’s ass. The teacher used the nail on her middle finger to tickle Victoria’s slit. Victoria felt her clit hardening as it stretched towards the invader. Ms. Wilson continued to gently coax Victoria love button from hiding. When Victoria’s clit was fully erect and pushing out, the teacher gave it a few light strokes and then stood up again.

The faces of the students were flush with desire. They had watched the entire display in silence, hoping for more. There was a soft moan of disappointment when it appeared the demonstration was over.

“Now the better part of fashion, once the design is complete, is the choice of colors. It may seem simple enough, but a designer must match the best shades with her design. And of course the purchaser must match the best color to their own skin tone.  As a designer you must decide on a choice of colors based on your intended purchaser. Most designer use models with varying skin tones to make their choice. Victoria has a very creamy and even skin tone. The primary colors will probably look great on her, but pastels might not work. So she will make a great color model, but we also need a second with a darker skin tone.”

Ms. Wilson looked around briefly.

“Pamela you have a nice olive tone, please come up to the front.”

Pamela looked up from her desk with an expression of panic.

“Please, not me Ms. Wilson.”

“Would you prefer an ‘f’ for the day Pamela?” The pleasant voice was replaced with a sharp tone.

“N-no.”
       “Then come up here,” Ms. Wilson said pointing at the floor with a long red nail.

Victoria’s over active sex had calmed and she pulled her skirt back down as Pamela rose from her seat. The girl was holding the short shirt down below her panties with both hands. She was short, but curvy her olive toned thighs were a little chubby but had a voluptuous shape. She held the shirt so tightly that it outlined her b sized breast and it was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra as her puffy nipples were also outlined by the shirt.

“Pamela, where are your pants?”

At first Victoria has assumed that the little girl was wearing a short skirt, but when Pamela reached the front of the class it was evident that she only wore a shirt.

“They took them from me.”

“Who took them from you?”

At first Pamela was just silent, and then softly she whispered, “Abby and Jen.”

“Abby, is this true?” Abby was an athletic blond in running pants and a white tee shirt with ‘Captain’ printed over the left breast. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she held her hands out in response to Ms. Wilson’s question.

“Jen, did you?” Ms. Wilson asked a tall red haired girl in an identical pair of running pants and white tee.

“Oh Ms. Wilson we were just fooling around with her. We’re gonna give them back at gym.”

“Well where are her pants right now.”

“They’re in my gym locker.” Abby broke her silence to respond.

“Really girls, you know how sensitive Pamela is, why must you embarrass her?”

“We’re sorry, Ms. Wilson,” the two said in unison and then laughed.

“Besides,” Jen continued, “Pammy knows we love her.”

Listening to the exchange, Victoria made a mental note to avoid these two. These were the exact types of girls who had made her high school years such a distraction. With Pamela now the center of attention, Victoria slowly made her way back to her seat.

“Hold on Victoria, I still need you for the demonstration. Please remain where you were.”

Victoria stopped, dreading being in front of the class. So far she narrowly avoided one orgasm and did not like the idea of any further modeling.

“So ladies, what we want to practice today, are matching fabric color to skin tone. We have our two models, Victoria and Pamela. What I want you to do is split into two groups, six in each and spend the duration on the class determining which color schemes goes best with your model’s skin tone.

Ms. Wilson took a clipboard from her desk and wrote Victoria across the top and underneath that wrote ‘light cream tone’. She handed the clipboard to Victoria and then picked up a second and wrote, ‘Pamela – olive toned’.

“In the back of the room are several bins of silk in a variety of colors and tones. Matching them against your model you should categorize at least fifteen different colors and make notes on how they work with the skin tone of your model. Understood?”

The girls nodded their heads.

“Abby you are in charge of the Victoria group and Jen you are in charge of the Pamela group. The rest of you can evenly divide in each group. This will count as a quiz grade so take it seriously. I have to run to see Ms. Pendleton, so when you are finished put the fabrics back and then leave your results on the desk.”

“Don’t worry,” Abby said, “we’ll do a great job on these models.”

Ms. Wilson smiled at Abby, “I wish I could stay and watch.”

“Jen and I will stop by your office at lunch and fill you in.”

“Perfect. Now get to work girls you only have thirty minutes left.” Ms. Wilson grabbed a file off her desk, handed the Pamela clipboard to Jen and left the room.

“Okay girls, you heard her, let’s get started,” Abby said immediately taking leadership of the other students.

The experience wasn’t as bad as Victoria had expected. Although Pamela looked miserable standing in the center of her group, Victoria thought everyone was very nice. They held various colored fabric against her skin and everyone commented as to whether or not the color worked for her. Abby seemed very nice and she even complimented Victoria on her dress.

Ten minutes into the project Jen called out from her group.

“Hey Abby, this is kind of hard to do.”

“How so?” A little alarm went off in Victoria’s head. The tone of the conversation sounded staged and it reminded her of something, though she couldn’t recall it.

“Well we’re supposed to match the colors to their skin tone right?”

“Yeah.”

“Pammy is wearing this navy blue so it’s kind of hard to figure out if the color works with her skin tone or if it is the blue in the shirt.”

“Yes, we are having the same issue. Victoria’s white dress is lighter than her skin, plus everything goes with white.”

“So we could be getting this all wrong and we’ll wind up with an ‘f’ on this assignment.”

“Damn, you’re right, what should we do?”

Paula, a dark skinned girl from India spoke up, “Make them strip.”

A chatter of agreement went through the groups. Pamela remained still with her head down, hiding her pretty face. Victoria panicked.

“No, that’s not a good idea.”

“Oh come on, Victoria, It won’t bother a girl like you to be naked,” Abby smiled.

“No, really, please I don’t want to.”

“Why, we all saw the way you reacted to Ms. Wilson, besides it’s not like we’re gonna do anything to you.”

“Please…don’t.”

“Jen and I saw you this morning with Agnes. You didn’t seem to mind her touching your breasts.” Abby reached out and cupped Victoria’s tit. She ran her thumb across the thin material and Victoria’s nipple betrayed her by stiffening.

“See, you like it.”

“Ahh, d-d-don’t please.”

“Okay girls,” Abby called out, “strip them.”

Jen’s group went to work on Pamela. They pulled the shirt from her tight grip and then yanked it over her head. Underneath she wore a pair of dark blue ‘boy shorts’ panties and these too were quickly stripped from her. Victoria got a full look at the curvy little naked pixy. She had puffy rose colored nipples and even her clean shaven pussy lips were puffy.  Everyone in Jen’s group softly stroked Pamela’s body; there was no pretense of matching colors to her skin. 

Jen stood behind Pamela and brought her hands under the girl’s arms until she had a breast in each hand.

“Watch this everyone,” she said as she began to stroke Pamela’s breasts from base to nipple.

As she reached the nipples she gave each a gentle pull and twist. She repeated the motion, over and over, and Pamela laid her head back on Jen’s chest. Her knees grew weak and she began to shake.

Jen kept a consistent rhythm as she softly milked Pamela’s breast. The Indian girl cupped Pamela’s sex, tickling the puffy lips with her finger. A soft moan escaped Pamela and Victoria felt her own sex growing wet.

‘Wait, not yet,” Jen said, “just watch this, it’s unbelievable.”

The Indian girl removed her hand, but the girls continued to stroke Pamela’s naked body.

Jen worked the breasts, now taking a firmer grip. Pamela’s hips slowly swayed and a fine layer of perspiration covered her body. It gave her skin a silky glow and added lubrication to Jen’s milking.

Pamela’s hips moved a little faster and her breathing increased. Jen twisted and pulled Pamela’s nipples harder.

“Are you gonna cum?” Jen said and then softly blew in Pamela’s ear. Pamela shook with an orgasm; Jen continued to milk the small girl’s breasts.

“Ugg, uggg, uggg, ahhhh,” Pamela quivered and moaned.

“Oh my god, she came just by having her tits played with.”

“It’s great right. You can make her cum anywhere by doing this, even if her clothes are on.” Jen said still holding Pamela by the nipples. “And that was a small orgasm; you ought to see when you play with her pussy.”

Victoria was eager to see, she had forgotten about her own predicament.

“I want to see this one cum,” a pretty Asian girl named Mele said.

Abby quickly unsnapped the collar on Victoria’s dress. Hands reached out and stripped the dress from her body. The eager girls yanked off her panties and immediately the hands were on her soft body. Mele knelt down and rubbed her finger along Victoria’s lips.

“Shit, she is soaking wet already.” When the Asian girl stroked her clit Victoria exploded with an orgasm.

“Wow, she came.” Abby said amazed, since they had hardly touched the girl.

Hands and fingers worked Victoria’s sensitive breasts and nipples. They squeezed and pulled and twisted and Victoria felt another orgasm approaching. The Asian girl spread Victoria’s lips and furiously licked her clit. Victoria exploded a second time. Her body shook and quivered which simply increased the girl’s desire to bring her off again.

Victoria began to lose the strength in her legs. Abby slid a hand between Victoria’s cheeks. When she found the girl’s tight little anus she drove a finger into it.

“Ahhhhhh,” Victoria moaned. Abby began finger fucking Victoria’s ass, while a chubby girl with long blond hair took her turn at Victoria’s pussy. When two more girls replaced their hands with tongues and sucked at her nipples Victoria screamed with another orgasm.

“Uggg, Ahhh, ahhh, p-p-pleasssse n-no m-more, pleasssse.”

The girl’s were relentless. They had never seen anyone orgasm so quickly or so often. The blond between her legs thrust three fingers into Victoria, she expertly found the g-spot and applied pressure while she sucked and nipped Victoria’s clit.

A fourth orgasm racked Victoria’s body. Abby had knelt down behind Victoria and was probing the girl’s anus with her tongue.

Jen and her group had picked up Pamela. Jen on one side and the Indian girl on the other, each held Pamela by underneath the thigh. They supported her in a seated position by wrapping their free arms around the girl’s back. They carried her over to Victoria.

“Hey let’s see if Victoria can eat pussy,” Jen said.

They pushed Victoria onto her knees and then carried Pamela to her awaiting mouth. A leg over each of Victoria’s shoulders and they were able to get Pam’s pussy in position. Victoria tried to resist but the blond girl began stroking her hard clit and whispering, “go ahead honey and I’ll make you feel good.”

Resistance shattered, Victoria licked Pamela’s puffy wet pussy. The small curvy girl tasted sweet and fresh. Victoria was beyond humiliation as she began to lick and suck in earnest. Pamela thrashed above her in pleasure as Abby sucked one of her breast. Someone thrust a finger into her ass and fucked her with long, slow strokes. Below the blond pulled hard and fast on Victoria’s swollen clit and Victoria had another orgasm.  Above her Pamela finally came, softly moaning and quivering. Somewhere a bell rang and suddenly the small pixie was pulled from Victoria’s shoulders. The hands disappeared and Victoria was left kneeling naked on the floor gasping for breath.

The girls all returned to their desks, collected their things and headed for the door.

“Hey you two, better get dressed and get moving, you’re going to be late for your next class,” Abby called out and then laughed.

Victoria pulled herself off the floor and found her dress and panties. As she was getting dressed she saw Pamela doing the same. The small girl looked at her shyly and said, “thank you.”

Victoria just nodded, dismayed that her first day at college seemed like high school all over again. She knew this morning’s revelation would spread. She could only hope that there would not be any repeats of this morning. She had just finished fixing her dress when the class began to fill with students. She made her way into the hall and wished she had time to freshen up before her next class, then remembering it was gym she decided it would not really matter. Making her way to the gym she figured it should go pretty smoothly since she had forgotten her shorts and tee shirt.

“Maybe I can just assist the coach or something.” Victoria thought.

End.

I want to thank everyone who provides feedback to these stories. This is a new genre for me and I am still finding my way through the nuances of erotic writing. Your input helps me make it more real and to improve the overall story line. I try to include story line requests, but I have to admit at times I am as much reading the story as writing it so I can’t make any promise to get in everything requested. In addition, these are Lesbian stories so it is highly unlikely I will include guys in the plot.(I’ll be doing that in a different story)  I would love descriptive suggestions of females you’d like to see in the story or descriptions of their clothing as I sometimes struggle with both of these…or just enjoy the story line and I’ll muddle through on my own.

Victoria’s Adventures Chapter 3

Gym Class

When Victoria entered the gym, a mixture of fear and anticipation rolled through her belly. At the far end of the high gloss wood floor, a group of students gathered outside the locker room door. Standing almost shoulder-to-shoulder were Abby and Jen, squared off against two, shorter but extremely dangerous looking girls. Each set had an impressive mob of seven or eight girls behind them. Victoria could hear the tone of an angry exchange, but the gym acoustics absorbed the words before they could reach her. Victoria glanced around for a possible alternative approach, but there was none. She would have to walk directly across the open floor to reach the locker room and she groaned at the thought of her shoes loudly announcing her presence. Whatever the cause of the obvious dispute, she wanted no part in it. Experience had taught her that she was an attractive target for other women’s bad days.

The group, engaged in their argument, did not turn as Victoria took a few tentative steps in their direction. The heavy wood gymnasium door swung closed behind her with a loud crash and the entire group of girls spun their heads in her direction. Frozen for a moment by angry stares, Victoria was uncertain if she should move forward or make a hasty retreat. One of the “dangerous” girls smirked and then spoke to Abby. Abby’s posture relaxed a little and she replied, her comment sending a ripple of laughter through both groups. The stares shifted from angry to hungry and Victoria felt another flutter in her belly.

“Well,” Abby called to her. “Are you joining us or are you just going to stand there all day?” The question sounded more like a command and it got Victoria moving again. High heels were not her strong suit, so she moved cautiously towards the group. The distance seemed painfully long and with each step she could feel the eyes crawling over her and was both embarrassed and slightly breathless at the thought that some of these girls had seen her naked, had explored her most intimate parts and had made her cum.

Abby and Jen were girls to avoid, but this other group, they were something different. These were not middle class girls playing tough; their hard expressions were forged by hard experiences in equally hard neighborhoods. You could almost read in their eyes the brutal stories of survival that girls like Victoria could not ever imagine. Although two of them stood out front, Victoria knew the leader. She had an internal sense of dominant females, and the one closest to her had the posture that dared anyone to question her authority. She was a little taller than Victoria with beautiful chestnut colored hair and an olive complexion. The perfectly proportioned hourglass figure reminded Victoria of a Greek goddess, however instead of a white toga, this goddess wore a white tank top, cut off jeans that showed most of her tanned thighs and a pair of short, black leather boots.  Her “gang,” that is how Victoria thought of them now, seemed to have a preference to cut offs, and tee shirts. Equally, they varied in skin tone and hair color, but there were no model thin girls here. They had great figures and looked strong and healthy. Victoria imagined that they probably ate pizza and beer without apology and without any thought of ordering salads.

“Well, well, aren’t you a pretty little thing,” the leader said when Victoria reached the two groups. “Do you have a name?”

“Victoria.”

“Sounds like a stage name, are you a stripper?” both groups laughed and Victoria went a shade of red as she wondered what Abby had told this girl.

“She’s a good kid, Wendy, don’t give her a hard time,” Abby said.

“Shut up Abigail, I don’t take direction from rich bitches.”

“Fuck you Wendy, I don’t take lip from white trash.” Wendy made a move towards Abby, whose bravado wavered as she stepped back.

“You seemed to take plenty of lip last weekend in the park,” Wendy laughed.

“Oh, oh, uh, uh,” one of Wendy’s girls feigned orgasm. It was Abby’s turn to wear a shade of red as she impulsively looked down at the floor.

“Yeah, well seven on one isn’t real fair,” she said, but the aggression had disappeared from her voice.

“What? You didn’t mention anything about this,” Jen said with an astonished look.

“It was nothing.”

“Nothing,” Wendy continued. “Hell if we hadn’t stuffed her panties in her mouth we probably would have gotten arrested with the way Abigail was screaming with orgasms. Hey how did you get home naked?” Wendy’s group laughed again.

Abby’s expression changed from embarrassment to anger and she regained her confidence.

“Maybe we should see how you do in a little one on one, you fucking trashy whore.” Abby took a step forward and this time Wendy stepped back.

“Easy there princess, it’s all in fun,” she said holding up her hands. “Besides, you know you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

Abby relaxed again, but did not respond. Instead, she turned to her group and said, “Come on girls, Ms. Knapp is going to be pissed if we don’t get changed for class.”

As Victoria followed Abby’s group into the locker room a hand grabbed her ass. She spun around and came face to face with Wendy.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Victoria,” Wendy said and gave a mocking curtsy.  Victoria moved quickly into the locker room.

The locker room was not as Victoria had expected. Unlike her high schools, it did not have aisles of lockers; instead, this was one large square room. Along the walls on each side were lockers and benches. Beyond the locker, area was a large open doorway to the shower room. Victoria could see that the shower area was not divided into stalls, but also was comprised of one large open room with multiple shower stations along the walls. A doorway to the right had a frosted glass window with the word “POOL” stenciled in black letters.  Victoria stepped into the locker room area and saw an empty office occupied most of the back wall. Stenciled on the door was, “Coach Knapp.”

Most of the girls had already found their lockers and were busy changing into running shorts and tee shirts. Wendy’s group shuffled in behind Victoria pushing her out of the way, as they took up positions sitting on the floor at the back wall, none of them made any attempts to change their clothes. Victoria did not have a locker or a change of clothes and did not want to sit on the floor in her dress, so she just stood in the middle of the room feeling uncomfortable and out of place.

The pool door swung open and a tall athletic woman, with long tan legs entered with a clipboard. Her blue shorts and white crew neck shirt hugged her toned body. Behind her was a matronly woman in a matching outfit. The woman had short grey hair and thick legs. She looked like ‘gym teacher 1954’ and wore a mean grimace that matched her dead eyes.

“Okay ladies,” the pretty woman called out. “Let’s hustle and get changed up. Abby, Jen you’re looking a little soft, too much ice cream this summer.”

“Right Coach Knapp,” Jen countered, “must have been during that entire week you gave us off this summer.”

“Yep, I knew it was a mistake, that’s okay me and Coach Wallace will get you up to speed in no time.” Coach Knapp smiled a friendly smile as she swatted Jen on her bare ass. “And what did I tell you about wearing tongs to class, save that stuff for the weekends.” Jen rolled her eyes as if she had heard the lecture a hundred times before.

Ms. Knapp turned her attention to the group of girls sitting against the wall. “And you must be my vocational students.”

“Yep,” Wendy answered.

“Well it’s a pleasure to have you this semester, they tell me the renovations to your gym will be done by January, but until then we’ll have to make do combining the two classes.”

“Great,” Wendy muttered, but Coach Knapp ignored the tone and continued.

“This was last minute so I haven’t worked out all the details. The Sappho girls in this period are all Volleyball players so we have a firm agenda of conditioning and practice. Fortunately, between me and assistant coach Wallace we will be able to work out a program for you girls. Today, my girls will be running a couple of miles. Anyone interested in joining?”

Some shook their heads in the negative while others seemed intently focused on the floor, their nails, or the walls.

“I’ll take that as a no. Well then, you can all go with the second choice, which is swimming. I’ll assume each of you was made aware of this and has a bathing suit?”

Wendy’s counterpart, a blond with almost the identical body, spoke up. “Yah we heard, we’re wearing our suits.”

Coach Knapp looked slightly surprised. “Well we don’t usually allow cut off jeans in the pool. What do you think Coach Wallace?”

The stern woman scanned the group. “Ah won’t make too much difference for one day.”

“Okay, it settled then, swim class for you girls,” Coach Knapp turned around, “and an invigorating two mile run for you girls.”

Victoria was still standing in the middle of the room. Coach Knapp finally noticed her.

“And you are?” she asked.

“I’m Victoria, but I think there may be a mistake.”
“How so?”

“Well, I’m not from their school,” Victoria said indicating Wendy and clan, “But I’m not on the volley ball team either. I think I got scheduled in the wrong class.”

“No problem,” Coach Knapp said happily. “It’s all about the exercise, so you can join us on our run. You look to be in pretty good shape.”

“Um, well, I didn’t bring a change of clothes with me.”

“Now look girl,” Coach Knapp’s attitude turned cold. “You come to gym class, you better be ready to participate. That means dressed and ready to go. No one sits, understood?”

“Yes ma’am. Maybe today, I can just help out.”

“Nope, today you can take swim class or you can try jogging in that pretty little dress.”

“But I don’t have a suit.”

“You’ll have to figure that out with Coach Wallace. Come on team, let’s hit the street.” Ms. Knapp corralled the Volleyball girls out the door leaving Victoria to face Coach Wallace.

Coach Wallace approached Wendy’s group.

“Alright you slackers on your feet,” her deep voice left no room for argument and everyone stood up.

“Today we are gonna swim. Anyone not know how?” The group was silent. “Good, I don’t want anyone drowning on my watch. I want you to move single file to the pool area, but no one gets into the water until you get my say so, is that clear?” The girls nodded their heads.

“I said, is that clear.”

“Yes Coach.”

“Alright then let’s move.”

“What about Victoria, Coach, is she going to swim in that dress?” It was Wendy’s counterpart, Roxie.

Coach Wallace turned to Victoria. “You can swim in your bra and panties.”
Victoria blushed. “I –I um, I’m not, ah…”

“You’re not what? Come on girl spit it out,” the Coach demanded.

“I-I’m not wearing a bra.”

Coach Wallace starred and Victoria noticed how thick and piggish the woman’s feature were.

“Make her swim naked,” Wendy called out.

“Yeah, make her go naked,” Roxie added.

The entire group started to chant, “Naked, Naked, Naked, Naked.” Coach Wallace held up her hand and they went silent.

“The way you are parading your goods around, I should make you swim naked, teach you a little lesson.”

“Please don’t,” Victoria said in a low voice, although a part of her almost hoped the coach would make her.

“Come with me,” the Coach said and turned and walked to the office. Victoria followed her through the group of girls. They made her push through, each taking the opportunity to pinch and prod her. As she fought through the small group, someone whispered in her ear.

“We’ll get you naked one way or another, you little whore.”

Victoria made her way into the office where Coach Wallace was rummaging through a box. She pulled through several shirts until she found what she was looking for. She laid a small, white tee shirt on the desk and then put the rest back in the box.

“You can wear this one,” she said pointing to the tee shirt. Victoria looked at the small, tread bared white tee shirt. The sleeves and collar had been cut away and it looked like someone had cut it off about half way down. If it fit her, she knew it would not cover much. She picked it up and saw that it was as small as she had feared.

“Is there may be a bigger on in the box?” With a speed Victoria would not have expected from the pudgy old woman, the Coach snatched the shirt from her hands.

“If you don’t like it, swim naked, I’m sure your friends out there would love it.”
“No, please, its fine, I’ll wear it, really.”
“Then take off your dress.” Coach starred at her with her dead shark eye expression.

Victoria found the snap on her collar and undid it. She peeled the dress off quickly, more uncomfortable with this woman watching her undress then the thought of being naked. When she had pushed the dress to her ankles, she bent down and removed her shoes, using the opportunity to cover her breasts for as long as possible. When she stood, she crossed her arms over her breast, aware of the soft flesh that her arms could not hide.

“Drop your arms,” Coach Wallace said, her eyes trained on Victoria’s chest.

Victoria did as she was told. The Coach continued to stare at her. Victoria was humiliated, but still felt a warming glow from her pussy. She hated that her body had a mind of its own when it came to sexuality, but she knew she was helpless to do anything about it.

“Here,” the coach said and threw her the small tee shirt. Victoria struggled into it and pulled it down as far as it would go, which was not far. The tee shirt was made for a much smaller girl and it tightly hugged her breasts. The material stopped just an inch below her breast and was so thin and worn that when she attempted to stretch a little more, she heard the material rip.

Standing in the little tee shirt and her peach colored tong, Victoria wondered what would happen when these clothes got wet. Certainly, the tee shirt would be see through, she had little hope the tong would do much better.
“Coach Wallace, do you have a pair of shorts I can wear?”
“What do you want to trade for them?”

“Trade?”

“Yes, trade. Whatever shorts I give you will be ruined by the chlorine in the pool, so I need something in trade.”

“I, uh, I don’t have any money.”
“What about your panties?”
“My panties?”
“Yes, I will trade you a pair of shorts for those pretty panties you are wearing.”

Victoria knew this woman just wanted to see her naked below the waist. As much as Victoria did not want to face Wendy’s gang in just her tong and tee shirt, the thought of the chubby sharked-eyed woman starring at her already excited pussy was too much.

“That’s okay Coach; I’ll swim in my tong.”

“As a School Official, I could make you give them to me.”

“P-please don’t.”

“In fact, I could take them from you and then finger fuck your pussy.”

“P-please.” Victoria whimpered.

“Umm, suit yourself; I’m sure the girls will keep their hands to themselves.” The Coach walked out of the office and yelled, “Okay, single file to the pool.”

Victoria thought about just staying put, but realized the woman would only come back for her and without the girls outside the office who knew what would happen. She followed the others into the pool area.

The pool area was large and the air heavy with humidity. The group of girls had gathered around the edge and some tested the temperature of the water with their toes. Victoria kept her distance from the group, but they carefully watched her and whispered to one another.

“Alright ladies, everyone in the water, but stay on the shallow end,” Coach Wallace bellowed. Victoria followed the group into the pool but again kept her distance. As she feared, the thin material of the tee-shirt became completely see-thru when wet. She squatted in the water to her neck to hide her exposed breasts.

“Today we are going to combine aerobic exercise with some team competition.” Everyone moaned.

“Stop your bitchin’ and listen up. There are eight of you so I want two groups of four.” Wendy and Roxie immediately paired up and selected two other girls.

“Nice try,” the coach called out, “But I want a little more balance. Blondie your one captain and your friend there is the other.” Wendy and Roxie took turns selecting their friends until only Victoria remained. Since Wendy only had three two girls on her team she took Victoria, who slowly moved towards her group.

“Okay, now here is how we play the game. It is called “seal hunt” and it is a combination of Marco Polo and Capture the Flag. Each team will select a hunter who is also the team’s seal. Both will be blindfolded. The object is for the hunter to capture the other team’s seal. When you are the hunting team, your job is to direct your teammate towards the seal’s position. The team being hunted must protect the seal from the hunter and tell her where to go. You may block the hunter or the seal but no rough stuff, understood?” Everyone nodded.

“The hunter wins if she can hold the seal for three seconds. If that happens your team gets a point and the hunter becomes the seal. Now select the girl on your team to be blindfolded and then put this on her.” Coach Wallace threw Wendy and Roxie thin rubber masks to cover their teammates eyes.

To Victoria’s relief Roxie volunteered for her team and Victoria assumed Wendy would do the same.

“Victoria, you’ll be it for our team,” Wendy said.

“Me? I’m not good at this stuff, maybe you should pick someone else.”

Wendy moved in close and gave her a cold stare.

“If I wanted someone else to be it, I would have picked them.”
“O-oh, o-okay,” Victoria said giving up the fight.

Wendy turned her around and put the blindfold over Victoria’s eyes. Victoria did not like being unable to see the girls.

“Blondie, your team will be the hunters first.” Coach Wallace called out.

Wendy roughly grabbed Victoria by the shoulders.

“Listen up Princess; I expect to win this game, understood?”

“Y-yes.”

“So stand up and make sure you listen to our instructions.”

Victoria hesitated, even blindfolded she knew that her wet tee shirt was completely see through and that standing in the shallow end would give everyone a show.

“Come on, I said stand up and get ready.”

“Is there a problem over there?” Coach Wallace called.

“No, no problem.”

Victoria stood up and heard someone gasp in appreciation.

“Damn, honey, nice tits,” a hand cupped Victoria’s breast and she had to stifle a moan.

“Okay, ready, set, go,” Coach Wallace bellowed and then blew her whistle.

The girls all started yelling directions from both sides. Victoria could not tell who was yelling to her and who was yelling to Roxie. She did the best she could to move in the direction she was told, but was suddenly given a rough shove.

“Not that way, the other way.” Victoria changed direction, struggling to move quickly through the water.

There was a loud commotion behind her and then she felt a set of hands grab at her waist. She twisted away but the hands caught the thin material of her tong and pulled hard. Victoria was about to relent when someone pulled her forward. For a moment, she felt the material of her tong digging into her flesh, then it tore and she fell, was pulled, forward with enough force for her to lose her balance and go under.

More hands pulled her up and yelled at her to move.

She felt her tong hanging from one leg. She tried to reach down to pull it up but more hands pushed at her and she had to keep her own hands out to keep her balance.

Again, someone grabbed her and the yelling increased. She was pulled away but the hands found her hanging tong and latched onto it again. She broke free again and now Wendy was at her side.

“Quick, take off the panties, they’re like a handle.”

“No, don’t,” Victoria yelled, but Wendy already had a hold on them and ripped them off.

The group cheered and Victoria started to remove her blindfold.

“That’s cheating,” Coach Wallace yelled. “If she takes of the blindfold there will be a penalty.”

Victoria lowered her hand, as Wendy pushed her forward.

“Come on,” Wendy yelled, “move that little ass.”

Three more times Victoria narrowly avoided being caught. On the fourth time, Roxie, with a little help from the other team, got hold of Victoria’s tee shirt. Two of Victoria’s teammates pulled hard in one direction while Roxie pulled in the other. The thin material did not stand a chance and easily ripped off the young girl leaving her naked.

Victoria humiliated to be stripped in public immediately froze and covered her breasts. Roxie pounced on her and easily got her hands around the beautiful naked teen.

“One, two, three!” the girls counted off loudly.

“I told you we’d get you naked,” Roxie whispered in her ear. She slid her hands down Victoria’s waist and then cupped the girl’s sex. Roxie ran a finger along Victoria’s slit.

“Ohhh, I think someone’s a little excited,” she called out.

Victoria tried to struggle out of the girl’s grip, but Roxie proved very strong.

“Okay, that’s one point for Blondie’s team, now switch.”

Roxie released Victoria, who sunk down to her shoulders in the water.

“Hey, come on Princess you’re the hunter now,” Wendy said.

“I-I c-can’t,” Victoria pleaded. “I’m naked.”

“You either play or we’ll all drag you outside naked and blindfolded,” another girl said harshly.

A mixture of fear and excitement passed through Victoria. She reluctantly stood up to continue the game. As the hunter now she assumed it would be easier, she could move more slowly and delay the game until the gym period was over. Her team would have no such delay as they pushed her on. Hands grabbed her ass, her breasts and her sex. Victoria tried to defend against the assault but unable to see it was pointless. The touching grew more and more frequent, but throughout it all the girls continued to yell directions to her. Most embarrassing was that all of the touching was getting her excited. Her nipples became hard little rocks and she could feel her clit poking out of her lips. Suddenly she found Roxie and everyone started yelling to hold on. Victoria did as they again counted to three. Still blindfolded, Victoria was unaware that Roxie had removed her blindfold and allowed herself to be captured.

“Okay it’s one to one. We have time for a tiebreaker. Switch one last time.”

“Hey Coach, aren’t seals supposed to be slippery?” Wendy asked.

“I guess.” Coach Wallace called back.

“Can we use this on the Princess then?” Victoria felt the fear again, unsure of what Wendy was talking about.

“Blondie, does your team have any objections?”
“Nope, none at all Coach.”
“Okay then, go ahead.”
“W-what are y-you gonna do?” Victoria asked.

“Don’t worry, it’s just baby oil, we’re gonna make you harder to catch.”

“I-I d-don’t know.”
“Sure, don’t worry, here girls let’s get her all lubed up.”

Victoria felt the thick oily liquid pour onto her back and shoulders. It started to run down her chest. Several hands worked it into her skin. The hands slid smoothly over her breasts and she felt her nipples being tweaked.

“Uhh,” Victoria moaned from the contact.

“Hurry up ladies,” the Coach called out.

“Quick bring her over here so we can finish.”

They led Victoria to a set of stairs and made her come out of the water to her thighs. She tried to cover herself, imaging what she must look like standing there completely naked in a blindfold. They pushed her hands away and continued to cover her in oil. Someone slid a finger up her ass and she moaned.

“Oh she likes that.”

Another finger thrust into her vagina.

“Ahhh,” Victoria responded. Both fingers thrust in and out and Victoria felt herself approaching orgasm.

All of the sudden they were removed and she was led back into the pool. The whistle blew and again the girls were yelling and pulling her.

Hands slid all over her body. Victoria was too excited to defend herself. She was passed from hands to hands. Girls milked her oily breasts and pulled at her nipples. Others slid between her cheeks and fingers were thrust into her ass and pussy.

The girls watched as Victoria became more and more excited. She moaned with every touch and caress. The pretense of the game was over and the girls circled the naked teen. Now the hands began to work in earnest.  Wendy caressed the soft firm globes of Victoria’s ass, and then tickled the girl’s anus before inserting a finger. Roxie was working Victoria’s clit, stroking and pinching it. The other girls worked her breasts and stroked her body. Victoria came quickly.

“Ahhhhh, ugggghhhh, ugggghhhhh.”

They continued their assault as they carried her to the pool stairs. Still molesting the naked girl, they brought her out of the water and laid her on the cool cement. Naked and spread eagle, the girls went to work on Victoria with their mouths and tongues.

“Ahh, uhh, uhh, p-p-please n-n-no more.”

But the girls were in a frenzy and her soft begging inspired even faster manipulation. Again Victoria came.

Then they stopped.

Victoria laid panting on the cement floor. She slowly opened her eyes and then sat up. She was alone in the pool area. She stood up, looked around for her clothes, and then remembered that they had been torn away and would not be any good to her. She covered her breasts and pubic area best she could and walked to the locker room.

The locker room was full of girls when Victoria entered. Ms. Knapp was addressing the group as they finished changing into their street clothes. Even Wendy and her group had changed. Victoria had not realized she had been out in the pool area so long.

Ms. Knapp turned and looked at her, disgust evident in her expression.

“Where the hell are your clothes?”
“She wanted to swim naked,” Coach Wallace replied.

“That’s not true,” Victoria yelled. Everyone gasped and looked at her in shock. Ms Knapp exploded.

“You do not address a member of the staff with that tone! Now get in my office and wait for me!” Ms Knapp yelled pointing towards her office.

Victoria hadn’t meant to yell, she looked down at the floor and walked slowly to the office. In the office, she saw no sign of her dress. Unsure what to do she moved towards the wall and stood waiting. A few moments later Ms. Knapp entered followed by Coach Wallace.

“So,” Ms. Knapp began, “are you calling Coach Wallace a liar?”

“I-I- n-noo.”

“Stand up straight with your arms by your side.” Victoria lowered her arms exposing her naked body. Head down she didn’t see the appreciative look from Ms. Knapp.

“Then if Coach Wallace isn’t lying you are.”

Victoria did not know what to say. She felt trapped and exposed.

“You don’t come prepared for class, you parade around a public area naked, and then you call my assistant a liar.”

“I’m sorry.” Victoria did not know why she was apologizing, but she just wanted this humiliation to be over.

“Well I believe in discipline, but I’m also fair so I will give you a choice of punishments.”

Victoria winced, she knew from experience her choices would be between bad or worse.

“You can either take a spanking from Coach Wallace or you can walk out of here…as you are.”
“B-b-but I-I’m naked.”

“Didn’t seem to bother you a few minutes ago.”

Victoria knew she would have to opt for the spanking. She couldn’t just go to her next class naked and then drive to work naked.

“The spanking,” she whispered.

“Fine.” Ms. Knapp pulled out a chair and sat down. “Come over my knee.”

Victoria slowly walked over and laid across the beautiful woman’s tanned, firm thighs. The softness of Ms. Knapp’s legs against her naked flesh caused a warming in Victoria’s groin. She pressed her thighs together so the women wouldn’t notice. Ms. Knapp ran her hand down Victoria’s back and over her cheeks. She slid her hand between the young girl’s thighs and spread them. Now Victoria’s sex was wide open. Ms. Knapp left one of her hands on the inside of Victoria’s thigh. The other rested on Victoria’s shoulder.

“Ready Coach Wallace?”
“Yep,” the matron said.

The slap was harder then Victoria expected and she cried out. The second was just as hard. Her cheeks warmed and turned pink from the spanking, then the slaps became a little less intense. The matronly woman knelt next to Victoria and slowly rubbed the heated mounds of her ass.

“I think this one’s a little slut,” Coach Wallace said.

“You may be right, check her.,” Ms. Knapp replied.

Coach Wallace slid her hand between Victoria’s legs. Her chubby fingers found Victoria’s wet pussy and she slowly rubbed Victoria’s clit. Victoria stifled a moan.

“Yep, she’s soaking wet. What about her nipples?”

“I’ll check,” Ms. Knapp said. She reached under Victoria and cupped the girl’s breast. Her fingers found Victoria’s hard nipple and she played with it, twisting it softly.

“Hard as a rock,” Ms Knapp reported.

Coach Wallace continued to manipulate Victoria’s clit. She expertly rolled it between her thumb and fore finger. Faster and faster she went. Victoria was losing control. She could not control her body and her hips began to gyrate on Ms. Knapp’s lap.

“Oh yes, she is a hot one,” Coach Wallace laughed. The women continued to manipulate Victoria’s most sensitive area. Without further warning, Victoria exploded with orgasm thrusting her hips up and down.

“Uhhhhh, aaaaaaaahhhhhhh”

Spent, Victoria collapsed on Ms. Knapp’s lap.

“I want a little taste so hold onto her,” Coach Wallace said.

She worked her face between Victoria’s legs and then her tongue roughly lapped at the girl’s sex. The tongue stroked Victoria’s clit and then drove deep into the girl’s pussy. Ms. Knapp held Victoria’s breast, but now her other hand found the girl’s beautiful ass. Ms. Knapp thrust a finger into the anus and fucked Victoria with long, deep strokes.

In moments, Victoria was cumming again. This time the sensation was so strong she screamed with pleasure.

The women stood her up and then walked her to the showers.

Coach Wallace held Victoria while Ms. Knapp undressed. Almost delirious from so many orgasms, Victoria watched through hooded eyes, as her gym teacher got naked. The woman’s body was tan all over. Her B-sized breasts were firm with small areoles, her stomach flat and her clean-shaven pussy was a beautiful tight slit. Ms. Knapp approached and took Victoria by the arm.

“I’ll take it from here, Coach Wallace.” The Coach smiled and walked away.

Ms. Knapp led Victoria into the shower room and turned on two of the showers. She walked Victoria under one and as the water ran over Victoria’s body, Ms. Knapp began to soap her. The Coach lathered Victoria’s body, gently caressing her every inch.  Then she lathered her own body. Once both were soapy, Ms. Knapp embraced the teen and rubbed her body against Victoria’s. Victoria slowly embraced the teacher and the two moved slowly against one another.

Ms. Knapp brought them under the warm shower spray, removing the soap from their bodies. Gently she lay Victoria down on the tile floor. She straddled Victoria’s face and lowered her sex onto the teen’s mouth.  Victoria was beyond complaint or resistance. She took Ms. Knapp’s sex in her mouth and worked her tongue over the woman’s clit. Ms. Knapp did the same in return, the two naked women in a sixty-nine on the shower floor. Ms. Knapp came almost as quickly as Victoria, the two thrusting and writhing on the ground. Their orgasms were so intense neither noticed the tall thin black girl watching from the locker room, basketball in hand.

When they finished Ms. Knapp got up, washed herself again and left the shower area.

“Don’t be late for class,” she called to Victoria who was still seated on the floor.

Victoria slowly stood and washed herself. She wondered if she would be able to find her dress.

Victoria’s Adventures

Chapter 4 “The Old Home”

Victoria knew she had languished too long in the shower. Her exhausted body could not bring itself to withdraw from the hot water cascading down her naked flesh. It was only the realization that she had probably missed her Cultural Studies class that finally brought Victoria out of her haze.

Reluctantly she shut off the water and glanced around for a towel. Her gym teacher, Ms. Knapp, had left a small, white hand towel hanging on a hook outside the shower room. Victoria did the best she could to dry herself. Looking around the quiet locker room, a cold thought settled on her, “where was her dress?”

Victoria made her way across the slippery locker room tile towards the coach’s office. She silently prayed that Coach Wallace was gone. She did not want another encounter with the old woman, especially not with only a small towel to cover her. Thoughts of what the woman might do to her gave Victoria an odd yet excited feeling.

The office was empty and dark. Victoria turned on the light and looked around for her dress. It was missing. On the desk was a small dark garment with a white sheet of paper propped on top of it. Dreading it was meant for her; Victoria approached the desk and picked up the note. It read;

Since you cannot take care of your things, I took your dress for safekeeping. This body stocking should do for a slut like you.

Victoria picked up the sheer, black, fishnet body stocking.

“How on earth am I supposed to walk around with only this on?” she said aloud.

She glanced around the office and considered looking in the desk. She knew her efforts would be in vain. There was little chance that the evil coach had left Victoria any options other than the body stocking.

Defeated, Victoria leaned against the desk and slipped the stocking onto each foot. She slid the material up her legs and then over her buttocks. She had been forced to wear one once before, but at least that one had some material to it. The fishnet left so much skin exposed it was like wearing nothing at all. The material clung tightly to her ass and was just as snug across her smooth pubic area. Victoria for once was thankful that her foster mother insisted that she wax frequently. 

As she slid the stocking across her belly, she suddenly panicked, as the material seemed to be quickly running out. It did not seem as if there would be enough to cover her ample breasts. The top of the stocking ended in an elastic hem. With some tugging, Victoria managed to just get the material over her tits. The elastic hem barely held the stocking in place and her breasts struggled against the criss-cross of string. Her nipples, restrained on each side by the fabric, grew erect from the cool air.  To secure the stocking Victoria had to hold the hem with one hand.

With the stocking in place, she felt more naked then she had with the towel. The silky nylon strings dug into her soft flesh. Where is stretched across her bare pussy, the slight sawing motion when she moved caused her clit to harden. Her white heels were still in the office so she slid them on, and knew the color contrast would just draw more attention to her outfit. Cautiously she made her way out of the office and looked at her nylon-clad body in the full-length locker room mirror.

The effect was as bad as she thought. Every curve of her body was accented. The pattern of her naked flesh brought attention to her smooth skin. Her nipples, like two hard rocks, still stuck out and the entire effect of the outfit gave Victoria that fluttery feeling inside. Looking at herself in the mirror, she knew that going to any more classes, dressed as she was, was out of the question. The best she could hope for it to be able to make it quickly to her car without being noticed.

The thought of her car brought another realization. She did not have her backpack and therefore did not have her car keys. Returning to the office, she remembered seeing her backpack behind the door when the coaches had administered her spanking. Victoria was both surprised and relieved when she looked and found it still there. She was even more surprised to see a white lab coat hanging from a hook behind the door. Although she knew it was wrong to steal, she considered this more like borrowing as she slipped the coat from the door and struggled to get into it. The coat was a little small even for her small frame. It must have belonged to a child. It fit over her arms and shoulders, but it would not completely close in front. The best Victoria could manage was to hold it closed with both hands and even at that, there was still three or four inches of exposed flesh. The length of the coat gratefully came to just below her buttocks, although she would not be able to bend over without exposing herself.

When Victoria left the gym, she thought she was in the clear. The hallway was empty all the way to the double doors that led to the parking lot. She was not sure which side of the building the doors exited to, but she believed it would be better to be outside in her current state of dress than roaming the halls of the school.

As quickly as she could in her high heels, she made her way down the hall. The shoes clicked loudly on the tile and she worried the sound would draw someone’s attention. As she passed an open door without looking in, she heard a female voice call her name.

“Victoria? Victoria Jones. Please come back here.” The voice was soft but stern and Victoria stopped in her tracks. A part of her urged her to continue on, but she was just too submissive not to listen when given a command. Slowly she turned and returned to the open door. A petite woman in her twenty’s with long blond hair sat at a desk facing the door. She peered over a pair of thick black rimmed glasses at Victoria.

“Ms. Jones, please come in.”

Victoria, still holding the white smock closed with both hands stepped into the room.

“Victoria, I am Trish McKay your professor’s aide counselor.”

“Hello Ms. McKay,” Victoria said softly as she looked down at the floor.

“Victoria, as your counselor it is my job to ensure your success here at Sappho College. Ensuring that success means teaching you how to be a proper woman. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes Ms. McKay.”

“Excellent. So to ensure we understand each other let me set some simple rules for you. First, when I speak to you, I expect you to look me in the eyes is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Victoria agreed, but she continued to look down at the floor.

“Then you can start by looking in my eyes now.”

Victoria looked up and reluctantly met the crystal blue eyes of her counselor.  Although Ms. McKay was only about an inch taller than Victoria and of a smaller frame, the ferociousness of her cold blue eyes reminded Victoria of a shark.

“Good, now rule number two is when I speak to you I expect proper posture. I do not want to see slouching, leaning, or any other sloppiness. Clear?”

“Yes.”

“Good, than do it. Hands by your sides and shoulders back.”

Victoria paused for a moment, she did not want to let go of the coat because she knew it would fall open and expose her.

“Did you hear me young lady?”

“Y-y-yes, it’s j-just that…”

“It’s just that what? Is it just that you are half naked and you don’t want me to see your body?”

“Y-yes ma’am.” Victoria said in a small voice.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Ma’am?”

“I said I don’t believe you, I think you do want to show me your body. I think you are a little fucking pervert who loves being controlled by women. Now drop those arms to your side and stand up straight.”

Victoria obeyed. The small coat fell open exposing her breasts and pussy through the fishnet stocking.

“Well, isn’t this just lovely,” Ms. McKay, cooed as she came around her desk. She walked up to Victoria and slipped her hand underneath the coat. Her hand slowly traced the curve of Victoria’s hip.

“I said you are to look me in the eyes,” Ms. McKay said harshly

Victoria made eye contact with the woman. Ashamed and yet excited to be so exposed.

Ms. McKay had trained her share of both submissive and dominant women. Ms. Pendleton was right about this one. On the surface, the girl was a natural submissive. Innocent, beautiful, with soft voluptuous figure women would love to abuse. Her eyes though had something else. A trace of defiance, maybe even dominance. Ms. Pendleton had seen it and she wanted Ms. McKay to find out if Victoria could be made into a dominant. To do it, meant putting the girl through the most difficult of situations. If the girl could endure then she would have the understanding necessary to do the same to others. If she could not endure, then in the end she would most certainly break and be little more than a mindless sex toy for others. Dangerous, yes, but orders were orders and Ms. McKay intended to carry hers out.

“So,” she continued, “do you enjoy being dressed like this in public?”

“No,” Victoria whispered.

“Then why,” Ms McKay asked, “are your nipples so hard?” The small blond reached up and took one of Victoria’s pink nipples between her thumb and index finger. She slowly rolled it between her fingers.

“I-I-I d-d-on’t kna-know” Victoria stuttered. The sensation was too much and she almost came from the woman’s touch.

“Oh, I think you do like it. I think you want to cum.” Ms. McKay slowly began to twist and pull on the nipple. Victoria’s eyes began to close and her hips swayed ever so slightly.

“No, no little whore; I want you to keep looking in my eyes.”

Victoria opened her eyes but everything was growing foggy as her sex began to heat up.

Ms. McKay reached forward with her other hand and placed it firmly over Victoria’s pussy.

“Oh yes, I can feel the heat coming off you. Tell me Victoria, if I slide a finger in you will I find that you are wet.”

“Y-yes ma’am.”

Ms. McKay did just that. She slid her finger between the fishnet material and found Victoria’s honey pot drenched. She lightly retracted her finger and brushed against the girl’s hard love button.

“Uhh” Victoria gasped.

“What’s the matter little kitten, are you getting close to cumming for me?”

“I-I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t, well maybe this will help.” Ms. McKay made quick, firm circles with her finger around Victoria’s clitoris. “Now, are you close?”

“Y-y-yes, oh y-yes, p-p-please.”

“Please, what?”

“P-p-please m-m-make me c-c-cum”

Ms. McKay pulled harder on Victoria’s nipple and continued to manipulate the girl’s love button. She knew Victoria was close. Just as the girl began her orgasm, the woman stepped back. For a moment Victoria continued to shake as if she was still being touched, then she slowed, covered in sweat she looked around suddenly unsure as to why the pleasure had stopped.

“Better.”

“N-no, I mean…”
“You mean you didn’t cum?”
“N-no.”

“Too bad, maybe next time. Anyway, I have an errand for you to run for me. And by the way, your Cultural studies professor, Ms. Jones, is not too happy about you missing class.”

Victoria was confused. She stood there still exposed to her counselor, her body still on the brink of orgasm, but now an unpleasant frustration seemed to fill her. She had never been denied an orgasm and this new experience made her even more desperate for satisfaction.

“Victoria are you listening to me?” The stern tone brought her around again and she regained the proper posture for addressing her counselor.

“Yes ma’am.”

“As I said, your professor is none too happy with your absence. To make up for it, she says you are to wear this outfit to class tomorrow and assist her with her demonstration.” Ms. McKay indicated a bag that was on the floor near Victoria’s feet.

“Be sure to take it with you and wear it tomorrow.”
“Okay.”

“Now as for my task, I need you to deliver this box to the Saint Monica’s Home for the Elderly. Do you know where it is?”

Victoria had heard of the creepy old place back in high school. It was out in the middle of nowhere, she nodded to her counselor.

“Good, when you get there ask for Ms. Nord. She will direct you as to how to tend to the contents and you are to help her anyway you can. Are we clear?”

“Yes Ms. Mackay.”
“Excellent. Now tomorrow come see me after class and we will discuss your semester training in more detail.”
“But I have to work tomorrow, Ms. McKay.”
“Yes, I am aware of that, I have spoken to your manager, Wanda, and I will be taking you to work.”

Victoria did not completely understand, but she was still a little foggy and her sex still felt achy and hot.

“Now get going.”

Victoria picked up the box she was to deliver from off Ms. McKay’s desk. She was grateful that it hid her exposed front, as it was impossible to hold the coat closed and hold the box at the same time. As Victoria started to leave the office, Ms. McKay called to her again.

“Victoria, do not forget your outfit for tomorrow.”

Victoria looked down and saw the bag on the floor. She looked back at her counselor, but the woman gave no indication that she planned to help. Still holding the box, Victoria bent over and grasped the bag with two fingers. Ms McKay looked on; the girl’s ass was completely exposed, the fishnet stocking making it all the more tempting. Trish McKay considered for a moment, keeping the girl for a bit longer. Nevertheless, a plan was a plan and she knew she would get plenty of opportunities at the alluring Victoria.

Victoria hooked the bag and stood back up. She smiled briefly at her counselor and then headed back to the hallway. A few moments later and she was in her car and on her way to Saint Monica’s.

Trish picked up her phone after Victoria left. She quickly dialed the number from memory. It rang briefly and then a pleasant, but formal sounding woman answered.

“Good Afternoon, Saint Monica’s, this is Mistress Nord, how may I assist you?”

“Hi Helen, its Trish, how are you?” The voice softened

“Oh, I am well Ms. McKay, how are you?”

“Very well, thank you. I just wanted to call and let you know the girl in on her way.”
“Splendid, I look forward to working with her.”

“Well there is a slight change of plans.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. I can assume that the Hazel sisters are still in residence.”

“Yes, but really, the Hazel sisters, that seems a bit…um shall we say extreme.”

“Perhaps, but I think it’s the right move.”
There was a silent pause on the other end

“Helen is there a problem?”

“No, Trish, no problem. The Hazel sister are a bit insatiable and remember the last Sappho girl we sent up there?”
“Yes, I recall, but I’m sure when you see Victoria, you’ll be sure to check in on her.”

“Now I am extremely curious. I think I will let Victoria be a surprise for the sisters. It will make it all the more fun, don’t you think?”
“Yes, just make sure she gets home sometime tonight. I don’t know what the situation is with the foster mother yet.”

“You have my word Ms. McKay.”
“Good, I will talk to you soon, good bye.” Trish did not wait for a response as she ended the call.

***

Victoria drove through the old gates and slowly drew he car along the gravel driveway. It wound through dense trees. When she arrived in front of Saint Monica’s she was surprised at the beauty of the gray stone building. She got out of her car and a cool breeze caught the small, white coat blowing it away from her body. The frosty air seemed to caress her nearly naked skin, as it slid across her breast and between her legs. For a moment, Victoria considered how wonderful it would feel to strip off the tight coat and stand naked in the soft breeze.

She quickly dismissed the thought and pulled the jacket back around her. Cautiously she reached back into the car and withdrew the box she was to deliver to Ms. Nord.  Holding the box firmly in front of her, trying to maximize the coverage it provided, Victoria used her hip to close the car door. She made her way around the car and climbed the stone stairs to the big wooden doors that marked the building’s entrance. When she reached the top of the stairs, she realized that she could not knock with her hands full. She was about to put the box down, when she noticed a doorbell to the left of the doors. With the box in front of her, it was difficult to locate the button with her finger. She knew it would be easier just to put down the damn box, but she didn’t want to be caught bending over again to pick it up after she rang the bell. Determined to hold the box and press the button, Victoria slid over to the left of the button so she could get a better view.  She found that by leaning against the wall, she could prop the box for a moment and hit the button. When she did, there was a loud chime from inside the building, marking both her arrival and success.

Victoria stepped away from the wall and walked to the doors again. Something caught and the box nearly slipped from her hands. She tried to turn, but something was not right. As the front door slowly open, Victoria realized what had happened. When she leaned against the wall, the coat had caught on an old nail. The entre left side of the coat was now pulled tight between her and the wall. Victoria was trapped and the door was opening all the way now.

A tall, stately looking woman stood in the doorway. Her gray hair pulled up in a tight bun, she was dressed in a dark suit.

“You must be Victoria,” she said with a slight European accent.

“Um, yes ma’am .”
“Well please do come in.”

“I seem to be stuck, Ms. Nord.”

“Stuck? Whatever do you mean child?”
“My coat, it seems to be caught on a nail.”

“Oh dear, well let me see if I can help.”
“If you would just take this box, I’m sure I could get free.”

“I’m sorry Victoria; I have terrible arthritis in my back and can’t lift anything heavier than a spoon.” The woman lied. “But not worry, I’ll have you unhooked in a second.”

Victoria expected the woman to walk around her and pull the coat from the nail. Instead, Ms. Nord drew closer.

“Now let me see what we have here.” The woman reached between Victoria and the box. An old, but smooth hand ran across Victoria’s breasts, the palm rubbing each nipple.

“I can’t reach it this way,” Ms. Nord chuckled. The hand returned, again lightly rubbing Victoria’s hard nipples. “I tell you what, dearie’, let’s just slide your arm out of the coat and then we can unhook you.”

“No really, Ms. Nord, if you just walk around…”

“Do not give me orders you little bitch!” The ferocity of Ms. Nord’s tone was so unexpected, Victoria immediately shut her mouth.

“That’s better. Now do as I say. Here I will steady the box while you pull your right arm out of this side of the coat.”

Victoria did as she was told. With some effort, the coat fell off her shoulder and now it hung between the nail and the arm still holding the box.

“Excellent. Now let’s have another try.”
This time, Ms. Nord did step behind her. Victoria was humiliated standing half-naked on the steps of a home for the elderly. In the dark interior of the building, she imagined she saw faces peering out at her.

Suddenly she felt hands on her buttocks.

“I think with a little pull, I can get that coat free,” the woman said in almost a whisper in Victoria’s ear. The hands, however, did not pull, but instead slowly snaked around Victoria’s waist. One hand slid upwards and cupped her breast, squeezing firmly. The other hand slid downwards, a finger slid between the fishnet and settled on Victoria’s hard clit.

Victoria was stunned. The old woman meant to masturbate her right here in the open. The finger worked in small circles around Victoria’s clit. Victoria’s mind began to cloud as the expert manipulation brought her towards orgasm. She didn’t care where she was or who saw her, as long as she got the release she had been denied earlier.

Just as her orgasm began to crest, Ms. Nord yelled, “I got it!” The coat fell free and Ms. Nord stepped away from Victoria. Denied a second time, Victoria almost screamed in frustration.

“Now, that you’re free, please come in and we can get these things where they belong. And by the way, thank you for returning our coat. I am not sure how it wound up there at Sappho, but we are on a very tight budget and cannot afford to waste precious resources.

Still reeling from her denied orgasm, Victoria was not certain as to what Ms. Nord referred. She followed the woman into the dim interior of a large foyer. The place was quiet and the stonewalls were painted a dull gray. Down the hall, Victoria again thought she saw a face peering out of the doom.

“Okay, for now you can put the box on that console table.” Ms. Nord instructed.

Victoria did as she was told and immediately pulled the coat around her. It was still hanging from one arm, so she wrapped the other side across her breasts, best that she could.

“Perfect. The coat now please,” Ms. Nord said with her hand extended.

“T-this coat?”

“Yes, it is the property of Saint Monica’s. Look inside if you don’t believe me.”
Victoria did and saw that stitched on the inside were the words, Saint Monica’s.

“Hurry now, young lady. I need to have the coat stitched and ironed, since you have damaged it.”

Ms. Nord took a small bell from her suit and rang it three times. From a doorway off the foyer, an elderly heavyset black woman appeared. She also wore a dark suit, her ample breast barely contained in the fabric.

“Ms. Benson, please take the smock from Victoria. It needs to be stitched and ironed.”

The woman glared at Victoria, hand on her hip.

As Victoria removed the jacket, the two women made no secret of their inspection of the girl’s fishnet clad body. Victoria felt flushed with embarrassment. She was now standing in the foyer in just a body stocking. Her nipples, uncomfortably stiff in the cool air, as the two women looked her up and down.

“Very well, Ms Benson, you can go now. Victoria, I need you to take the box up to the fifth floor and set it in the Hazel sisters’ room.”

“Could I get something to wear? Perhaps you have another smock I could borrow?”
“I most certainly cannot have you ruining another smock. Besides, you look fine. It is really too dark in here for anyone to see you and most of the residents, including the Hazel sisters are half-blind. Now hurry along, I haven’t all day.”

Victoria retrieved the box again and found the staircase at the end of the dimly lit hallway. She decided it would be quicker if she took her shoes off. Kicking them free, she made her way to the fifth floor.

At the top of the landing there was only one door. Adjusting the box in her right arm, she used her left hand to knock. She heard muffled whispers followed by cackling from the other side of the door. Nervous, she was tempted to just place the box on the floor and make her escape. She waited a moment too long and the door slowly opened a crack. One watery eye peered out at her and then the door swung open.

Beyond the door, there were three almost identical old women. They were all about Victoria’s height and clothed in coarse wool dresses. They had long, unruly gray hair that looked like it hadn’t been washed in a while. A wrinkled hook reached out and took Victoria by the wrist. With a surprising degree of strength for an old woman, Victoria was pulled into the large room.

The old women immediately surrounded Victoria as the door slowly closed behind her.

“My, my sooo pretty. What is your name?” One of the crones asked.

“I’m Victoria,” she said trying to sound normal even though she was clad in only a fishnet stocking. Victoria hoped that these women were as blind as Ms. Nord had suggested.

“Well my name in Wanda,” the woman who had asked her name responded. “This is my sister, Wendy and our sister Wilma.” Victoria didn’t know which sisters were which but she nodded and smiled to be polite.

“Such a lovely present,” Wilma or Wendy said.

“Oh yes, Ms. Nord asked me to bring it up.”

“Did she? How nice. Did she say anything else?” Wanda asked.

Victoria had hoped to just leave the box and go home, but now that the woman asked, she could not lie.

“Well she said I should help you in any way I can.”

“Perrrfect, so we get two presents. The box and a lovely girl,” the other sister said.

“Yes, well I don’t want to be rude…”

“Then don’t be.” Wanda said. The quality of her voice changed just enough so that Victoria could imagine that maybe she was not such a sweet old woman after all.

“Oh don’t be so rough Wanda,” the sister on Victoria’s right said. As she did, she softly rubbed Victoria’s bottom. “Wilma, have you ever felt such material?” she asked. Although Victoria was startled by the sudden touch, at least she knew who was who now.

Wilma added her hand to Victoria’s ass and rubbed slowly.

“It reminds me of Father’s fishing net Wendy.”

“Yes, yes it does.”

“Why don’t you put that box down on the dresser so we can see what is inside,” Wanda instructed.

Victoria, eager to move away from the hands exploring her behind quickly complied. It was only after she placed it on the dresser and turned around that she realized her mistake. Now she was completely exposed to the old crones. The three women were immediately at her sides again.

“Tell me, what kind of suit is this?” Wendy asked. She gently fingered the material at the top of Victoria’s chest.

“I-I think they call it fishnet.”
The three women cackled with joy

“I told you,” Wilma crowed. “But it doesn’t seem like much to wear,” she said as she placed her own hand on Victoria’s belly.

“Look Wilma,” Wendy added, “it seems so uncomfortable the way her nipples are trapped.” Wendy reached out and tweaked Victoria’s right nipple.
“Aww,” Victoria gasped both from the surprise and from the sensation.

“Now ladies,” Wanda interjected,” before we get too familiar with our guest, remember she is here to help us.”

Victoria was relieved and hopeful that whatever task she completed would distract these women from their current course of exploration.

“Is there anything she can help us do, that maybe we are too old to do ourselves?” The two sisters were quiet for a moment.

“Wilma, what about Trixie?” Wanda asked.

Wilma looked confused, even in the dim light and then a large smile spread across her face.

“Yes, Yes Yes, of course, Trixie. She can help me get Trixie back.”
Wanda looked at Victoria. “Would you be willing to help my sister get her cat Trixie back?”
“Of course,” Victoria said. Any excuse to leave the room, even if it meant running around outside in her current state it would be better than staying here with the three creepy women.

“I’ll just run out and find her,” Victoria said as she tried to move towards the door. Wendy’s finger’s that had been absently tweaking her nipple suddenly clamped down.

“Ouch,” Victoria gasped.

“I’m sorry,” Wendy said, but she kept her grip. “It’s just that the cat isn’t outside, it’s hiding in the cubby.”
“The cubby?”

“Yes, let us show you.” Wendy began pulling Victoria along by her nipple.

The three women corralled her over to the far wall and pointed to a small doorway in the wall. The door looked no bigger than a foot and a half wide. There was a soft red glow from the inside but from her standing position, Victoria could see nothing else.

“You see,” Wanda said. “Trixie loves to go and hide in the cubby, but then she is too afraid to come out and we are too old to go in and get her. But you are young and small, so you’ll do just fine.”

Victoria hesitated. She didn’t think she would fit through the door and did not want to crawl into some dirty old hole in the wall.

“I don’t know,” she said but with no real conviction.

“You must, you must,” Wilma began to chant like a child.

“Please do,” Wendy said in a pleasant tone and she released Victoria’s sore nipple. “My sister is so lonely without her Trixie and we are too old to be sad.”
Victoria saw no other option. “Okay I will try.”

The little doorway wasn’t really a door at all; it was a square hole in the wall about a foot off the floor. As Victoria kneeled down she could see more of the red light and somewhere at the back of a short passage a dark object that could have been the car. Again she was fully aware of how exposed she was in the fishnet body stocking. She was hopeful that the dim light in the room would hide most of her from the old crone’s sight. She reminded herself to keep her legs together when she attempted to get the cat.

The three old women spoke words of encouragement as Victoria suck first her head through the small opening. Judging from the clearance on each side she thought it just might be possible for her to slide into the passageway. At least far enough to reach the cat that sat unmoving at the end.

After her head had cleared the doorway, she brought her right arm in. The walls of the doorway caught her uncomfortably on her right side. She was having second thoughts about her ability to get inside. Outside the door, her breast hung against the fishnet stocking. The crisscross of threads pushed against her areoles and her nipples hardened.

Slowly, she brought in her left arm, hoping she could pull the rest of herself inside. A moment too late she realized it was a mistake. With both her arms now stretched out in front of her, the walls of the doorway were pushed tight against her sides.  She tried to pull herself forward, but below her breasts caught on the bottom of the door and she could not move. She tried to pull herself back out, but could not get enough traction to free herself and her arms took up all the free space she had used to get in.

“Help” she called out to the three women.

“Help? One of them asked. “Did you get Trixie?”
“I can’t,” Victoria said. “I’m stuck and the stupid cat is too far away.” Her fear had given rise to momentary anger. The minute the word “stupid” was out, she knew it had been a mistake.

Whack. A hand crashed down on her buttocks and Victoria let out a yelp.

“Don’t you call Trixie stupid, you bad girl.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Victoria called out. “It’s just that I’m stuck and I got scared.”

“Are you sure you are stuck?” It was Wanda. “Try again.”

Victoria struggled, but it seemed the more she did the tighter the doorway slipped around her.

“Please,” she called. “Please pull me out.”

Suddenly there were six hands on her body.  Much to her dismay, they didn’t seem to be helping her situation. Fingers explored her nipples, and then began to softly twist each to hardness. Victoria shuddered with pleasure.

Another hand tried to slide between her legs, but she kept them tightly closed. That seemed to work as the hands left her and slowly slid up her back.

When the hands reached to top of the body stocking she heard Wanda call out, “Okay Honey we are going to all pull together.”

Grateful, Victoria called out her thanks.

The hands grasped the top of the body stocking.

“Noooo” Victoria yelled, but it was too late.

The three sets of hands all yanked at once and she felt the body stocking being ripped from her body. Now she was completely naked.

“I’m sorry,” one of the sisters called. That didn’t seem to work at all. We will find something to hold on to.”

With that, the six hands returned to her naked flesh. The old women rubbed and stroked her body and Victoria was powerless to defend herself. Her breast, now fully exposed hung freely. Two hands cupped her breasts and milked them. Fingers again found her hard, sensitive nipples, pulled, and stroked. Victoria felt herself growing wet.

Another hand reached under her and slid down her firm belly. The hand found her smooth pubic area and one finger slid against her moist crack.

She felt fingers prying her buttocks apart. She was humiliated to be spread open by one of the old woman. The humiliation passed when something warm and wet lightly teased her anus. Victoria moaned and heard one of the woman cackle.

“Ohhh, she likes that Wanda.”

The sensations on her nipples and anus caused Victoria to forget about keeping her legs tight. The hand underneath her easily spread her soft thighs and then the fingers explored her wet pussy in earnest.

Victoria felt the fingers effortlessly spread her lips. Then a set of fingers found her clitoris. They pulled and stroked it until it was hard and erect. Then the fingers seemed to pinch it and pull.

The manipulation was too much. Victoria began to shake as a powerful orgasm approached. She had been denied twice that day and it had built up in her.  Now the pulling and twisting of her clit, the soft wet exploration of her anus and the hands at her breasts were quickly driving her to the edge.

Her shaking turned to near spasms.

“Ahh, ahhh, ahhh” she called out.

The women, masters at this game, knew the young girl was close. They increased their manipulations and drove her over the top.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Victoria cried as her body was wracked with orgasm.

Finally relieved she nearly passed out. The hands continued to slowly stroke her and she figured now that the women had, had their way they would let her out.

Suddenly, the stroking hands became wet, swirling tongues.

“P-p-please…n-no,” Victoria whimpered. It was no use. The tongues worked her body. A mouth found one breast, sucked, and played with her nipple. A second mouth found the other and lightly bit her nipple.

Her legs were spread wider. She felt cool air on her still hot sex. Then a mouth engulfed her vagina. The ferocity in which it licked and sucked her was unbearable. Victoria again felt an orgasm approaching. A long thin finger slid into her anus. Victoria gasped, but then the mouth was on her sex again and she was lost in the sensation.

“Uggg, uggg, uggg , ahhh” The ecstasy was too much and she bucked wildly in orgasm.

This time she did pass out.

When she awoke, she was lying on a bed in a dimly lit room. She was naked on her back and there was a coarse blanket beneath her. Her arms and legs felt stiff almost paralyzed. She tried to move them but they would not. Concerned she tried to sit up but her arms were stuck. Victoria managed to move her head. She was tied, her arms and legs spread eagle on an old bed. She heard giggling and looked around the dark room.

Three candles were lit and in the dancing light, she saw the three old crones.  They set there candles around the bed and she saw that they were all naked. Their faces looked old, but their bodies looked young and firm.

They each held long feathers in their hands. Before she could consider what they meant to do, the women began to run the feathers over her naked body. The sensation tickled and yet it was erotic. They continued to stroke her body and it drove her crazy.

One of the women took a feather and slid it between Victoria’s legs. She found Victoria’s clit and stroked it. The feather seemed to have a life of its own. It felt alive on her clit, like a thousand little fingers. Another orgasm was building.

The three women discarded the feathers. They all brought their hands to Victoria’s pussy. Suddenly there were fingers inside her. The women all laughed as they filled her with their fingers. Moving and thrusting and twisting them.

“Uh, uh, uh, AAAAAAAAh” Victoria screamed as a powerful wave rolled over her. Again she bucked with pleasure, straining against her bonds. As the orgasm subsided, her body covered in a fine layer of perspiration felt warm but exhausted.

The women surrounded her and stroked her body.

“Oh p-p-please n-n-o more,” she whimpered.

The women just laughed as they continued to stroke her.

“Do you want us to stop?” Wanda softly cooed.

“Y-yes, I c-can’t take anymore,” Victoria said

“Okay, we will give you a rest from Us.”

Victoria heard the sound of a small bell ring. The bedroom door swung open and light spilled into the room exposing her tied, naked body. The light was suddenly blocked out. Several old women entered the room. They all work old worn nightgowns. Victoria recoiled as she saw the expressions of lust and hunger on their faces. Eight or nine women approached her on the bed. Their hands went hungrily to her body, stroking and exploring. Two skinny old ladies found her proud firm breasts at the same time. They licked and sucked her nipples.

Their heads blocked her view, but it felt like a hundred hands were on her body. She felt fingers entering her and someone was rubbing her clit. Again, her body reacted. She would not have believed there was anything left in her, but another orgasm rose.

Victoria was panting. The women worked her naked body over and over. One orgasm quickly led to another, until they were almost painful.

The hands on her pussy suddenly fell away and there was a quiet hush in the room. The women on her breasts sat up and Victoria’s legs were untied. She looked up and saw standing at the end of the bed the black assistant, Ms. Benson.

Two of the women grabbed Victoria’s ankles and pulled them back so that she had to raise her knees. Spread before Ms. Benson, the black woman leaned over. She drove three fingers into the helpless naked girl and began to thrust them in and out quickly. Victoria shuddered.

Ms. Benson lubricated two fingers on her other hand. She drove these into Victoria’s ass. The woman worked her fingers in and out of both holes. One of the other women, a large fat woman with a moon face began to flick Victoria’s clit back and forth. The two women returned to her nipples but now they bit and pulled them with their teeth.

Victoria exploded with a powerful orgasm. Her body convulsed on the bed, but Ms. Benson continued to thrust her fingers in and out of Victoria’s pussy and anus. A second orgasm ripped through her.

Victoria screamed and passed out again.

When she woke, she was cold. It felt like a cold wave was washing over her. She opened her eyes and saw the starlit night sky. She sat up, her ropes and the room was gone. Her backyard replaced it. Naked, she was sitting in the cold night air just outside her house.

She stood up and walked to the back door. The lights were on in the kitchen. She had no idea how she was to explain this if someone was up. As she approached the door she heard several voices from inside. They sounded young. She hoped it wasn’t her foster sister.

As she peered through the window, a dread settled over her. Sitting at the kitchen table was her foster mother, foster sister, and two of her sister’s friends.

Without any choice, Victoria grabbed the handle and turned the knob. Naked she stepped into the kitchen.

Sorry for the long delay in getting this chapter written, life can get busy. For this chapter I borrowed a few themes from my two favorite writers – Saint Monica’s and the whole “getting stuck” dilemma that appeared in the Nanny.

Hope those of you who have faithfully followed along enjoyed this chapter.