Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 21:43:48 EDT
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: Nanny3: Back to School Part 1

{ASSM}NEW: Nanny3: Back to School 1/? (Ff+/F, reluc) by LCDRJMC and Greatness

Prolog

It was the tiny manager's office of The Free Press, and Athena Valentine
was standing shamefully with head bowed before her angry editor, who was
seated behind his small, untidy desk.  The man was so upset with her that
he had not even asked her to sit in the room's only other chair.

She stared at the small, wrinkled face.  It was red with fury as he
continued to read her hastily scribbled report, the few strands of his
remaining hair standing straight up over his scalp.  He looked like a
spoiled apple that was about to explode!

The man was so angry he could only sputter, "Well?  Well?"

Athena could no longer face her employer.  She buried her face in her hands
and started to cry.

"Stop that damn sniffling and talk to me.  Why are you back so early?  What
happened?  Where is your story?"

"W-what?" Athena mumbled.  "Story?  I-I haven't got one."

"What!" he screamed.  "Why don't you?"

Consumed in shame, Athena could barely focus on what he was saying.  She
should never have come back.  But then, where else could she have gone?

"I-I didn't hear you.  What did you say?"

"What...in...hell...do...you...mean...you...don't...have...a...story?" he
carefully shouted, each word cutting into her like a knife.  "What in God's
name have you been doing all this time?"

Athena could only sob as she collapsed into the empty chair.  She could
never explain to him or to anyone what had happened to her at the vast
Devereux estate.  How her own body kept betraying her time and again until
life had become one long delicious nude climax.  She had even lost her
precious journal, left behind with all of her other possessions in her
unplanned departure.

****

It had all happened so suddenly.  She was on her first assignment as an
undercover reporter studying the secret world of nannies and it had gone
wrong from the very beginning.  She could not remember a day that she had
not lost her clothes in some terribly embarrassing way, her soon
out-of-control body responding outrageously to the slightest touch by
anyone, even children!  It was all so confusing!

Her wealthy employer, a Mrs. Devereux, was very sympathetic and had even
arranged a doctor's visit for her.  That was how she found out about her
strange illness, and obtained the magic pills that would calm her sexually
overcharged body down and allow her to reclaim her life once again.  It was
when they were leaving the doctor's office that Athena had suddenly become
afraid of her employer.  So many strange and inexplicable things had
happened to her since her assignment began as a nanny that she had flatly
told the woman she was not staying any longer with her and was returning
home.  But Devereux had insisted that she remain with them.  Athena had
even gone so far as to blurt out her true purpose as an undercover reporter
investigating the life of a nanny, in the hopes that the woman would throw
her out.

To the reporter's surprise, the woman did nothing of the kind!  Her
employer did not seemed surprised at all, in fact her confession seem to
amuse her.  Devereux then told her the most outlandish story, how the
children Athena had been caring for were really her teenaged nieces that
Devereux had used to seduce her, and that Athena was to be the latest
addition to the Devereux household.

Naturally, Athena did not believe a word of it.  She was far too good a
reporter to fall for anything as silly as that.  Yet she was still very
frightened for reasons she could never explain.  Something else was going
on, but she was always so flustered she was never able to think it through.
Finally, confused and not sure of anything any more, she reluctantly
returned to her employer's car and they took her back to the estate.

Her final week with the Devereux clan was the strangest of all.  Beginning
with the ride home, a pair of Devereux children were her constant
companions.  She was stripped and kept that way the remainder of her stay.
Even her horribly revealing nanny-suit had been forbidden her.  Every time
she would ask for something to wear they just ignored her.  It really did
not matter, because she rarely left the children's floor where her suite of
rooms was located.  The children, a different set each day, kept her in a
constant state of sexual excitement.  No matter what she did, they were
there with her.  She could not even sleep nor eat without being caressed
and teased to the point of insanity.  She was kept on the edge for hours
and hours until she would finally break down and, her pride forgotten,
plead for the release of a climax.  But it would only happen when they were
ready, and they were rarely ready.

When she was allowed to cum, they made it an endless series of
heart-stopping orgasms which continued until she collapsed, completely
exhausted and spent.

Her precious SO pills upon which she had placed so much hope for a normal
life were also forbidden to her.  They would cruelly taunt her with them,
and she begged to be allowed to take them, but they would just laugh and
put them away.  But she fooled them.  She found out where the pills were
hidden and was able to sneak one every few days.

What Athena never knew was that the pills were designed to enhance her
natural sexuality, not suppress it.  So, she was just doing exactly what
they wanted, keeping herself on edge.

Athena's world was soon swallowed by her own out-of-control sexuality.  Her
life turned into a weird erotic dream, where she lost track of what was
real and what was not.  Even her desire to escape had vanished into the
maelstrom that had centered on her demanding sex.

But she was not totally oblivious to what was going on around her, not yet.
It was after one particularly challenging session with the children that
Mrs. Devereux had come into her room when she was alone, and had taken a
cell-phone call there.  Her limp, sweat-soaked hair was covering her face,
so Athena was able to watch the woman without being noticed.  It was the
one time that Athena had ever seen her employer become angry. The woman
barked about "poor security" and "how dare they investigate me," before
switching into rapid-fire French.

****

Devereux was furious.  Her main agent in the FBI informed her that she was
now the subject of investigation by the law-enforcement agencies of three
countries, including the United States.  The stupid fool, letting it go
this far before telling her about it.  What did he think she was paying him
all that money for?  He should have blocked it long before this, he was
high enough.  It was all so irritating.  Now she had to get rid of her
latest beautiful plaything, just when the girl was ripe for picking, and
she had to do it in such a way that the girl would not be missed by her
idiot of an editor or her family, nor would she want to make a nuisance of
herself by trying to return to the estate.

As soon as she lost her tails, that's when she would do it.

****

It was when the nieces returned that Athena heard Mrs. Devereux tell them
that she was being harassed by the immigration people again, and so it was
imperative that nothing happen which would draw any attention to the
family.  Before falling into a puzzled sleep, Athena was chillingly
conscious of being watched by three thoughtful pairs of eyes.

It was the very next day when they had taken her out for a shopping
expedition.  It was the first clothes she had worn since she had visited
the doctor so long ago, and they felt strange to her.  After being led from
shop to shop without buying anything, they took her back to the limo and
left the mall.  The Devereux children had been working on her naked body
again in the back seat (how they could always strip her so confidently any
time they chose was something that mystified her still) when the car
stopped suddenly.

Mrs. Devereux said briskly, "It's clear.  Do it!"

They had her backed up against the door.  Someone must have opened it,
because suddenly the door was gone!  She flailed her arms, trying to stop
from falling.  In a flash she was sitting naked on the empty hot sidewalk,
surrounded by her clothes, and about 15 seconds away from a fabulous
climax!  She was in such a fog she just stupidly sat there and watched the
limo drive away as she wondered what happened.  Suddenly, Athena screamed
in pain as she felt her tender bottom baking on the hot pavement.  She
jumped up and began rubbing her sore buttocks.  It was then that the awful
truth of her situation came to her.  She was naked and the limo was gone!

Screaming in total panic, she tried to run after the car but it had
disappeared!  While astonished pedestrians came running to see what all the
noise was about, she instinctively went back and quickly bent over to
blindly grab what clothes she could reach, then ran!  Ran like the scared
naked rabbit she was!

Thank God the limo had not yet reached the freeway.  They were still
outside the giant mall and Athena was able to quickly duck into the
underground parking garage.  She hid panting behind a large trash dumpster
and quickly got into her only clothing, a short tight black skirt and a
transparent white blouse.  She didn't have time to find anything else.  She
had no shoes or underwear.  Mrs. Devereux had been holding her purse for
her, so she had no money or identification.  Wrapped inside her blouse she
did find her precious bottle of SO pills, and she put the bottle in the
waistband of her fastened skirt.

After waiting a few minutes, Athena did not see any sign of pursuit or
rescue.  She sneaked a look back toward the street but the limo had not
returned and her remaining clothes were no longer there.  She was stunned.
They had left her!

Athena knew she looked a mess, but what was she to do?  Trying to appear as
inconspicuous as possible, she padded up the first stairs she could find to
the lowest shopping level and went looking for a phone.  She tried the
various Devereux numbers they had given her, but since she was calling
collect, they would not accept the charges!  She begged some change from a
kind clerk in a clothes store and went back to the phones, but now the
numbers were no longer in service!  They had changed the numbers!  She felt
so miserable!  It was like she had just been thrown away!

She stumbled around the giant mall for a time, trying not to cry and
failing.  Gathering up her courage, she finally made the one call she had
been avoiding.  She phoned her editor collect, and he grumpily arranged for
a return flight (coach), and even a ride to the airport from the mall, but
refused to send her any money for food or clothes.

Unfortunately, it was several hours until her ride to the airport arrived
and, unable to cope with peoples' stares any longer, she had spent them
hiding miserably in a stall in the ladies' restroom.

Her flight home was equally miserable, squeezed as she was in the crowded
seating of economy class. She was so afraid that someone would take
advantage of her undressed condition that she could hardly sleep.

Her ride, a guy from sales, picked her up at the airport when her flight
arrived early that next morning and she sat in stony silence, ignoring his
lame attempts at conversation, as he took her back to the paper.

****

Now her she was, seated before her angry boss, a failure at her first
undercover assignment.

"No answer, eh?  It figures.  You might be interested to know that we
received a message from the Frothingill's School of Child Care for the
Privileged this morning.  They received word from a Mrs. Devereux yesterday
that you simply left her employ without reason and therefore are not
entitled to any salary you might have earned.  In fact, it says here that
they collected all of the belongings you left behind and are turning them
over to the local FBI office for investigation.  It seems you did not make
a very favorable impression."

"Whaaa!" was the devastated Athena's only response.

"Oh, and Frothingill has cancelled your nanny certificate.  You are no
longer licensed to care for children."

"Whaaaa!"  Her life was ruined!  She was a complete failure at the one
thing she had wanted to become, a reporter.

The editor softened at the sight of his newest reporter crying her lovely
eyes out.  Perhaps there was something to salvage here.  It was a plan he
had been thinking about for some time, and now was the perfect time for it.

"Okay, Nanny," said the editor calmly, his anger forgotten.  "I'm going to
give you a second chance."

"But I can't be a nanny any more!" Athena sniffed.

"'Nanny' is your official code name, idiot.  That's how you'll be known
from now on.  I've been reading up on this undercover stuff and this time
we'll do it right."

"Undercover again?  Oh, gosh.  I don't think I could."

"Look.  Take some time off, go back to your apartment, wash your feet, and
relax.  This is the opportunity of a lifetime I'm talking here."

"That's what you said the last time.  I'm really tired of investigative
journalism.  It didn't work out at all the way I thought it would.  I want
to go into the research department where it's safe."

"No you don't.  It's terrible.  They get paper cuts there all the time."

"That's all right.  I'll be very careful and wear gloves.  Libraries and
books, that's what I want from now on."

"Nonsense!  You'll be fine.  It was your first job, that's all.  Next time,
you'll be much better prepared.  For this one, you will not even have to
leave town.  There is a local school that needs investigating.  There are
all kinds of rumors floating around about it, but nothing definite.  You'll
be going in as one of the students.  Plus, you will not be going in alone.
This time the entire resources of The Free Press will be behind you."

"A student?  Oh, please!  No more kids!"

"Now, now.  Stop complaining.  Most reporters would give their
left...uh...eye tooth for an opportunity like this.  Why are you so worried
about the students, anyway?  You're the college graduate.  Inside of a
week, you will have them wrapped around your little finger.  Hell, inside
of a month I'll bet they'll be electing you class president!"

"Gee, do you really think so?"

"Of course!  Actually, that's what I'm hoping for.  It will be much easier
this time.  Look, I've even got you equipment.  Here's a really neat pager
I got for a bargain at the local pawn shop.  It has a silent mode, so no
one will ever know that you're in communication with the outside.  It even
has a little screen for messages that I can send you from my computer.
That way I can be in constant contact with you and no one else will ever be
the wiser.  Is that great or what?"

"A pager!  But most schools don't allow their students to have pagers
anymore."

"They don't?  Well, hide it somewhere."

"Yes, of course.  How easy.  Just hide it somewhere."

"That's right."

"And how am I suppose to contact you?"

"You make everything so complicated.  Just find a phone somewhere.  I'll be
listed as your guardian, so if we call each other occasionally no one will
be suspicious.  Plus, that way they will call me in case anything does
happen.  See, I've thought the whole thing out.  You can even stay at your
old apartment.  By the way, you wouldn't happen to have your own cellular
phone, I suppose?"

"Humph!  On my salary?"

"Thought not.  You know, Miss Valentine, I am surprised at your attitude.
May I remind you that this paper set you up at considerable expense on the
undercover story of a lifetime, and you blew it.  Since you refuse to tell
me what happened, I can only assume that it was probably your own
inexperience which caused you to be found out and quit.  Okay, then.  Here
is your chance to redeem yourself, or not.  It's all up to you.  I guess
you must ask yourself the basic question: how committed are you?  Do you
really want to win the Pulitzer Prize for investigative journalism, or
don't you?"

"I do!  I really do!"

"That's my girl."

"I do want to win it.  That's all I could think about all through college.
But, still!  Where is this school I'm suppose to be attending?  If it's a
local school, couldn't I be recognized by someone on the staff?  I mean, it
has only been four years since I graduated high school."

"It's okay.  I checked your file and you never went there.  It's the
Elizabeth Borden High School."

"Oh, my.  I've heard that things can get a little rough there sometimes."

"Really?  From who?"

"Friends of friends who went there.  They always called the place "Lezzy
Borden," but would never say why.

"That's what I mean.  A lot of rumors floating around, but very little
fact.  Rumors of wild s-s-s-sex, er, hanky panky, going on between students
and sometimes even the staff.  Wow!  What a wonderful story this could be!
It's the perfect time for a good reporter to make her mark!  Just remember
though that this is a family newspaper, and we want to keep it that way."

Athena turned white at the mention of sex.  "Not again!" she screamed in
her mind.  "Please God, not again!"  She trembled with sudden cold as she
remembered the small hands of the young children roaming freely over her
proud body, and wrapped her arms around herself.  Mrs. Devereux had told
her they were actually her teenage nieces, but Athena still did not believe
her.  She knew innocent if somewhat spoiled children when she saw them.

But now her editor, who had placed a great trust in her and whom she had
failed miserably, has now seen fit to give her this second chance.  So be
it.  This time it would be very different.  She would be with teenagers in
a public school, and they certainly would not dare to take advantage of her
in such an environment, especially with teachers all over the place.  She
knew now how to take care of herself.  Oh, yes!  There will not be any
problem about that at all.  Any boy who even thinks about touching her will
be expelled for life!  That is, after the lawsuit of course.  At last she
would be able to concentrate on her job of mingling with the other girls
and not having to worry about anything else.  Thankfully, these girls were
not children.  They were proper young women, on the verge of adulthood.
They certainly would not even think about wanting to touch her, to explore
her adult body at every opportunity the way those crazy Deveroux children
always seemed to be doing.  She would finally be safe from all of that!

The more Athena thought about it, the more her initial misgivings were
replaced by her old dreams of journalistic glory.  Finally she made her
decision.  Her editor was right!  She WOULD do this!  In fact, she must.
It could very well be her last chance.  If she ever wanted to be an
important reporter anywhere again it was up to her to bring back the REAL
story of what was happening at Elizabeth Borden High School.

She dropped her arms and faced her editor with new-found confidence.

"I see it now.  Thank you for this second opportunity, sir.  I know I can
do it."

"That's the spirit!  Now, for this to really work, you must be elected
Queen of the Prom."

"What!  Prom Queen?  You can't be serious!"

"Why not?"

"Because, she's usually the most popular girl in school.  I'll just be
there a few months at most before the election."

"Then you'll have to get busy.  Becoming Prom Queen will be an excellent
way to prove you have truly blended in and become one of them.  The success
of your series therefore requires it."

"My series?"

"Of course.  This time I want an article a week, and it had better be on my
desk by close-of-business every Friday, or else you can kiss your career in
journalism good-bye!"

"Good-bye?" Athena wailed.  "But why?"

"Because I am not sponsoring another paid vacation for you, that's why.  I
want concrete results.  I also expect you to follow it through this time,
doing what ever it takes to make it all the way to the finish.  If you even
think about dropping this assignment and come running back here to work
before I officially end your investigation after the prom, Miss Valentine,
you can just forget it!"

"Oh, please, sir.  Not my job!"

"Well, then?"

"I...I promise.  I will stick it out this time.  It was only that last time
things just got so out of control, I didn't know what to do!"

"Whenever that happens, just use your common sense, girl.  You're not
stupid, you know.  But remember, the story (along with your job) should
have priority over everything else.  You must be able to blend in as a
typical student until the prom, and then win that.  You must think and act
exactly as they do, only better.  Understand?"

"Yes, I (gulp!) understand completely Stay with it, no matter what, and be
better then they are."

"That's right, be the best.  Now, about the prom.  I understand your
concern, so I have a campaign for you all worked out.  Don't worry about
the guys.  Dress like a teen and you'll have their vote regardless of what
you do.  It's all the girls you'll have to convince."

"Gosh, how can I do that in so short a time?"

"Constantly show them what a superior woman you really are.  Find the elite
of the senior class and not just join them but become one of them, lead
them.  Like I keep telling you, you are the one with the college education.
Miss Valentine, you must not only dress and act like a high school senior,
but a superior one at that.  You have brains, ability and looks.  Sweep
them off their feet.  They are still kids after all.  Take charge!  Make an
impression on them that they will never forget.  You are the superior
woman, so be sure to let everyone know it!  If you become the best student
in that school, they will certainly follow you, Athena Valentine, High
School Queen!"

Athena's head began to spin.  It all sounded so wonderful.  She would
finally get what was coming to her.  Her own experience at high school was
not a happy one.  Athena had been so quiet, so proper, so grown-up for her
age, that she hardly had any friends at all.  She didn't date and always
dressed sensibly.  She did not even attend her own prom, because she
thought it was such a foolish waste of time and money.  It was only her
dream of becoming a reporter that made her able to endure the barren
experience of high school and pass on to college.  Yet later, after
watching her younger slut of a sister in the same school, it was clear to
Athena that Alexis was having all the fun and all the friends.  Now, it was
her turn.  She always knew she was better then most if not all of her
contemporaries when she was at school.  She had the better body and the
better mind, and now she could finally prove it.

Athena turned away from the eager face of her editor, and looked through
the room's only window, a small, dirty pane of glass hardly worthy of the
name.  The beauty of the late fall beckoned her.

"Yes!" she thought.  "He is absolutely right.  No more mistakes!  At last I
will be in a place where no one will be able to take advantage of me,
because finally I will be the one totally in control.  At Elizabeth Borden
I will be the superior woman!  I was such a nothing when I was in high
school.  No one even knew I was there.  Well, it's my turn now!  This time
they will all definitely know that I was there!  Pulitzer, here I come!"

She turned back to face her editor again, her decision made.

"I'll need money for clothes and things."

"Of course.  See Accounting and they'll cut you a check for what ever you
need to prepare for your assignment.  Just keep it reasonable, okay?  We
are not called The Free Press for nothing."

"It's my assignment now, and I'll get exactly what I need."

"Great.  Keep that wonderful attitude of yours and that Pulitzer is in the
bag.  Now, hand me those chicken ads from that basket over there, then go
home and clean yourself up.  You know we have a dress code here.  Oh, and
don't forget your pager."

*****

Part I

Athena had been undercover for so long, and had immersed herself into her
student role so completely that she had practically forgotten who she was
and why she was on assignment.  Whenever she looked into a mirror, as she
was doing now, she no longer saw Athena Valentine, eager young journalist
who was forever prim and proper.  Now she only saw Athena Valentine, the
beautiful, all powerful high school senior who was willing to do anything
to get what she wanted simply because she knew she was superior to those
around her, and therefore deserved to act as she pleased.  She could not
say when this startling change in her personality occurred.  Perhaps it
happened when she deliberately squashed her first freshman just for the fun
of it, or maybe it was the time she first teased a teacher into giving her
a grade much higher then she actually deserved.

She was surprised at how easy it was teasing teachers and others of the
school's staff into getting what she wanted.  Who would have thought it?
Homework?  Who were they kidding?  Who had time for homework?  A hastily
scribbled note that she wrote herself, an 'accidental' look at her girlish
cleavage, a soft hand on a masculine forearm, a breathy "Thank you," and
she was excused from another assignment.  It was great!  Was it her fault
that her social schedule was so busy she just didn't have time for those
silly old assignments?  Working as a volunteer assistant in the
Administration Office didn't hurt either.  It gave her direct access to
those who run the school, and her influence in school affairs was
remarkable.  It was only her Friday updates with her editor which served to
remind her who she truly was, but even that line was becoming blurred for
her.  Athena now knew that he wanted her (didn't all men?), and she made
his life a living hell with outrageous demands for expensive clothes and
other things to keep up her status as the best-looking senior in school.

The night before she was to begin her new undercover assignment, Athena had
come to a decision.  It occurred to her that her first assignment had been
a disaster for the simple reason that she had been far too nice, and
everyone felt free to take advantage of her naturally kind nature.  Well!
Those days were gone!  No one was ever going to take advantage of her
again, ever!  She had seen the light and nothing would ever be the same for
her again.  Her mouse days were over.  Although deep down it wounded her
soul to have to act like this, she knew she had to change at least this
once in order to succeed.  It was simple enough.  She would just put her
overripe conscience on hold for the duration of the assignment.  It was too
important for concerns about right and wrong, about the proper way of
conducting herself with others.  Oh, no!  She would be the predator now.
She would be the one who takes shameless advantage of others for her own
benefit.  For the first time, she, Athena Valentine, would have the upper
hand and she was determined to play it for all it was worth.

And to her complete surprise, it worked!  She would not have believed it
possible, but by becoming the very thing she had hated when she herself was
a senior, she had become a success!  She had become an excellent
manipulator, using every means at her command to gain what she wanted.

The beautiful nude reporter couldn't help but smile, as she looked in the
mirror.  She was now one of the social elite.  Her whole assignment had
gone just like she (really her editor) had planned.  She picked as her
friends only those who could help her climb up the social ladder.  She
didn't have time to waste on people who would do her no good.  She made
sure she was always the prettiest and best dressed girl there, in order to
make her the natural candidate for this year's Prom Queen.  If by chance
another girl might be providing a little too much competition, Athena had
found that there were ways of edging them out.  Make them look ridiculous
in public, change a few grades in the office where she worked, all sorts of
things were possible to the new and (she thought) certainly improved Athena
Valentine.

The behavior code was her greatest achievement.  On her first day in school
she volunteered to work in the administration office, and had been there
ever since.  Athena swiftly gained the respect of the principal and her
staff with her high level of competence (it was the only place in school
where she actually worked hard) and her many suggestions for improving the
school.  One of these ideas was to institute a revised code of student
behavior, a code that was much stricter then the previous one and for the
first time introduced serious limits on what students could wear or not
wear to school.  Actually, the school officials were planning on doing it
anyway, but Athena was able to help push the idea along.  Of course, she
did not hesitate to let her fellow students know that it was all her doing,
and that she had done it because she cared about them.  It actually helped
to boost her standing all through the school.

For the first time in her life, boys were knocking down her door just to
stand next to her, and she discovered to her surprise that she loved using
and teasing them.  Not that she ever made good on an understanding or a sly
promise.  Boys weren't something that really interested her any more, and
she wondered if her strange experiences at the Devereux estate had anything
to do with that.  All guys ever wanted were to get into her precious
panties.  It really disgusted her, the thought of their horrible cocks
trying to violate her proud body.  It was a measure of her fierce
determination to succeed, of how far she was willing to go, that she dated
at all.

Once she went too far and it had been a disaster!  She actually touched a
cock, because she thought the stupid jock could help her join the
cheerleading squad.  Shivering at the thought, Athena remembered how at the
very first, slight touch of her trembling hand the drunken fool had cum all
over her new dress, and ruined it.  She spent the remainder of that
terrible evening, after she burned the dress in her apartment's
incinerator, in the shower trying to scrub herself clean, but she never
really succeeded.  She had felt dirty for days after that.  If she lived to
be 100, she knew she'd never want to touch another one.  Ugh!  She only
went out with boys now to keep up her popularity with them.

Looking closely at her lovely face in the mirror, it looked almost too
perfect to be real.  She had always been in awe at her own beauty, but
lately she had become absolutely mesmerized by it.  It was still her, of
course.  The numbers had not changed greatly: 35-22-34, 5'6" at 112 pounds
and she always worked very hard to make sure that they didn't.  She had
large innocent blue eyes, a cute turned-up nose, and a pair of nice pouting
lips, all of which were framed wonderfully by her dark blonde hair that ran
down to her back.  She always wore it parted in the middle, with bangs cut
just to the tops of her eyebrows.  It was a part of her young-girl look,
and it suited her perfectly.  Her firm body was breath-taking (a look in
any boy's eyes told her that), a glowing brown from head to toe, tanned
periodically by the expensive tanning machine she told her editor she
simply had to have, and of course he had leased it for her.

Athena looked down in wonder.  Below her indented waist she was completely
hairless and she still had not gotten used to it.  The result of a recent
drunken party given by her 'friends' (the idiots), the hairless pussy made
her look like a very young girl indeed.  It was also still very sensitive
and could become very distracting at times, which surprised her.  "If it
always feels like this after it's shaved, then why do the other seniors
keep doing it?" she wondered.

Her legs, along with the rest of her disciplined body, were perfectly
sculptured by the many exercises she did every single day.  She could not
abide those girls who were unable to keep themselves in shape.  They were
just so gross it almost made her sick every time she saw one.

The new Athena Valentine found herself very impatient with any sort of
physical imperfection.  She looked good, so why shouldn't everyone else?

She turned and looked at her bare tanned rump, thinking how nice even that
looked for a change.  But the thing that most people, well, guys anyway,
saw were her breasts.  You couldn't have bought a more luscious pair,
sitting high and proud on her chest at an impressive 35C.

Yes, she was quite a vision at 22 and still was able to easily pass as 18.
And today was going to be her greatest moment.  She was going to be crowned
Queen of the Senior Prom.  Not only would it make her silly editor happy,
it would also make her the envy of every girl in school and for the moment
that seemed more important.

Feeling very pleased with herself, she giggled when she thought of her name
being called as the winner over the auditorium's speakers.  It fit her
perfectly: Athena Valentine.  At one time she thought her name a little
embarrassing, but now she just loved it when her teachers called her Miss
Valentine in class.

Yes, things were finally going her way.  At last, she was the one firmly in
control and she was going to win!  Finally!  Guys wanted to be with her,
and girls wanted to be her.  It was perfect!

She smiled once more at her perfect reflection and began to dress.

***

What Athena didn't know was she had made many, many enemies on her rapid
climb to the top.  Today three of them, Paige, Natalie, and Lisa, had made
plans to get even with little Miss Perfect.  Athena had always treated them
like second class citizens, only because they were underclassmen and
certainly weren't as attractive as she was.  She couldn't be seen talking
to students like them, she actually told them once.  What would people
think?

Today they were going to get even for the months of her snotty comments and
stuck-up attitude.  Her oppressive presence could be felt everywhere in
school and they hated her for it.  The way she'd used her influence to get
the behavior code changed, so that she would be dressed nicer than anyone
else.  Now at Elizabeth Borden, the only things that girls who weren't
seniors or juniors could wear were practically school uniforms.  There
could be no more bare midriffs, mini-skirts, cut-offs, or underwear that
showed.  The list was almost endless.  Even not wearing a bra or panties
could be cause for dismissal if discovered by school officials.  Not only
did Athena cause the new code to happen, she made it her business to see
that it was enforced as well.  If any students, especially the girls who
were lower classmen (freshman and sophomores), didn't wear what they were
suppose to, Athena made sure that the school's principle found out about
it.

On the other hand, juniors and especially seniors could wear almost
anything they wanted.  It was all so unfair!

Today was special.  Today was 'get even day' for the three sophomores.
They all had been good friends and constant companions from the first
grade.  The Three Amigos they always called themselves because of their
Spanish heritage.  They all physically resembled each other with their
straight black hair and liquid brown eyes.  They even dressed alike.  You
would have thought they were sisters or at least cousins to see them, but
they were not related at all.  The girls were smart and personable, but
became rather shy and unsure of themselves in school, as only young
teenagers who come from overly-sheltered homes can sometimes be in their
first uncertain outings in the real world.

Athena treated them like dirt because they were, to put it simply, rather
plain.  They were flowers which had not yet bloomed and it showed in their
thin faces and just-developing young bodies.  They had irritated Athena
probably because they were so unassuming and the haughty senior took
special delight in harassing them whenever she could.

Only now it was to be their turn to do the harassing.  Faced with the
unpleasant prospect of Athena Valentine lording over them for the remainder
of the school year, the girls decided that it was time for action, and so
the idea of 'get even day' was born.

* * * *

Athena was alone in the girl's gym.  She stood on the top row of the
bleachers (she loved being higher than everyone else), as she waited
impatiently for her friends on the Prom Committee.  The large empty room
was already showing signs of tonight's activities with balloons and bunting
attached to the walls.  At noon the long flexible wall separating the boy's
and girl's gyms would be pulled back and no further classes would be held
here.  The committee was to meet in order to review any final arrangements
which had yet to be completed.  In fact, it had all been done some time
ago, but Athena wanted everyone to know that her approval was still
required before anything happened, even though she wasn't actually a member
of the committee, but a kind of self-appointed advisor.  Not that she was
going to help to actually help them run anything tonight, as she had much
more important things to do.

Athena knew she was a vision standing there, in the fabulous and expensive
clothes she always wore.  A fussy cashmere sweater with cute tiny buttons,
the material pink and not too tight, yet clinging enough to show off her
lovely firm breasts.  A skirt that hugged her hips and came down to three
inches above the knee.  The skirt was not that high, but with her legs it
was still enough to make the boys stare, the animals.  On her slender feet
Athena wore a pair on single-strap, 4-inch black pumps.  Students weren't
supposed to wear heels that high, but she had gotten the principal to
stretch the rules for her just a bit.  They made her legs look so good!
Being beautiful had its rewards and she just loved every minute of it.  She
wondered with her success tonight if she could have her editor (the worm!)
extend this assignment for the remainder of the school year.  She was
having way too much fun just to give it all up and return to being a
struggling reporter.

While she waited, Athena caught several boys looking at her through the
door connecting to the other gym.  She pretended she didn't see them, as
she turned around to place her books on the bleachers.  Making sure, of
course, to show her butt to them by bending down extra low.  Then, after
turning back around and casually putting her arms behind her back, she
pushed her impressive breasts out.  Athena loved to show the boys a tiny
bit of what they must surely dream about, but could never have.  She
pretended to just catch sight of them and smiled innocently, then waved.
They all blushed and ran off.  "Yes, it is very nice being on top for a
change," she said.

While she was waiting, she decided to put her long hair in one braided
ponytail running down her back.  She often wore it that way, because it
looked so attractive.  Besides, it kept the long hair out of her face.

Athena looked up at the clock.  "Where are they?"  she wondered.  "I can't
believe they stood me up again!  Well, I can't wait all day, or I'll be
late for class."

She irritably looked towards the door for one last time as she bent down to
pick up her books and knocked them off the bleacher and down between the
open slots of the stands.  "Shit!" Athena cursed under her breath.  She
thought about leaving them, but her paper on 'The War of 1812' was in her
notebook.  Athena couldn't leave without it.  Her teacher, Miss Bohon, was
one of the few female teachers she had.  She was also one of the only women
who could turn heads as well as Athena could.  Athena constantly told all
who would listen about what a bitch her history teacher was because the
woman was always acting so unfair to her.  They were always having words.
Miss Bohon had actually told her once that if she ever came to class with
her top unbuttoned again, she would give her detention.  Her, a senior!

Lately Athena had been arguing about having to do this history paper right
before the prom.  She had been doing this for two weeks now without success
despite everything she tried.  She even had some of her male teachers come
after school and try to intercede for her.  Finally, Miss Bohon told her
flatly at the end of yesterday's class, "Turn in the paper tomorrow on
time, Athena, or you shall fail, big time."

Failing a class was the worse thing that could happen to her right now.  It
meant she wouldn't be eligible for any extracurricular school-sponsored
activities!  No Prom!  No Prom Queen!  That bitch!  How dare she abuse her
authority as a teacher like that.  Athena pouted for the rest of the day,
then hastily cobbled something together that evening.

She looked between the slots and couldn't see her books anywhere in the
shadows.  But fortunately her notebook was hanging on one of the cross
braces only a few feet below her.  Athena gave a quick look again hoping
there would be some boy she could talk into getting it for her, but there
were none to be found.  She would need a high ladder to reach it from
behind the stands, but even then only after she pulled the heavy set of
bleachers away from the wall.

"Men!" she huffed in disgust.  "Where are they when you need them?"

Athena wiped off the bleacher with her hand, then lay down upon it.  She
reached forward and put her right arm through the slot.  "Shit!"  Athena
cursed again.  The notebook was just 6 inches out of her reach.  She got up
on her knees (now her lovely ass was in the air above her) and, placing her
left hand the bleacher next to her for balance, put her head halfway into
the slot to give her right arm a farther reach and grab her notebook.
Finally, with one big push she got her hand on her notebook.

"Got it."

As she leaned forward to get a better grip on the important notebook, her
heavy ponytail fell through the slot and, laying across the left side of
her face, hooked itself on one of the bolts that held the metal brace to
the wooden step.  Athena started to back out but before she moved an inch
she felt something pulling sharply on her ponytail.  She eased herself
forward a tiny bit, then tried again to back out.

"Ouch!"

Just what she needed right now was to have her hair become caught on
something.  She tried using her left hand to find out what the trouble was,
but she almost lost her balance and fell all the way through the opening.
"Oh, shit!" she muttered with feeling at her narrow escape.  Her left hand
was her only real support.  Athena thought about dropping her notebook so
she could use her right hand to feel around and free herself, but then
she'd surely lose her notebook and her paper as well, and there was no way
she could afford to do that.

"Think, Athena, think," she told herself.  But the only thing she could
think of was dropping her notebook.  She steadied herself, and gave herself
one mighty push backward.  All she got for her effort, however, was a sore
scalp, and tears in her eyes.  Athena didn't want to cry but she couldn't
think of anything else to do.

"Help! Please someone!  I'm stuck!"

****

The Three Amigos (Natalie, Lisa, and Paige) were walking by the gym on
their way to the cafeteria, when Paige stopped.

"Did you hear that?"  Paige asked.

"Yeah."  Lisa answered.  "What is it?"

"Sounds like someone's in trouble in the gym," Natalie replied.

"The first class will not be in there an hour yet," observed Paige.  "We
had better check it out."

****

They walked in the gym and stopped when they heard an irritated voice say,
"Come on, somebody!  I'm stuck!  Help already!"

The three couldn't believe what they saw.  At the top of the stand, there
was a girl with her head between the bleachers, and it sounded a lot like
Athena Valentine.  The three quickly walked over for a closer look and what
they saw made them stop again.

"It can't be!" muttered Natalie.

"With those clothes, are you kidding?" asked Lisa.  "Who else could it be?"

"Yes, it's Athena all right," noted Paige with delight.  "You see, what did
I tell you.  There is a God."

"Now what do we do?" said Natalie.  "We can't just leave her like this,
looking like a sexy ostrich, can we?"

"Want to bet?" Lisa replied.

"Oh, baby!" said a grinning Paige.  "Girls, it's show time!"

"What, now?" asked Natalie.  "We get her now?"

"Why not?" said Lisa.  "It's perfect!"

"Hi, Athena!"  Paige called across the gym as she tried not to laugh in
delight.

At the sound of the voice, Athena froze.  Oh, great!  It just what she
didn't want, a silly underclassman like Paige to find her, and if Paige was
here, then so would be her two constant companions, the other plain-Janes
Lisa and Natalie.  Now she was humiliated in front of the three of them!
Damn!  Well, help was help, regardless of how ineffectual it might be.  It
was time to take change of this ridiculous situation.

Trying to sound kind, Athena said, "Hi, girls.  My hair is stuck on
something.  Could you please help?"

"You want our help?"  Natalie asked.

"You sure didn't want to help us last week when my car broke down," Lisa
told Athena.

Athena was getting miffed.  She couldn't miss an appointment to have her
hair done just to help them, now could she?  She had to admit it was fun
watching their plain faces as she drove by them as they stood by their car
in the rain.  But this was different!  Holding in her temper, she took a
deep breath and decided to be nice, so they'd help her.  She could always
pay them back later.

"I'm sorry, but I was really late that day for something very important,"
Athena explained in her most reasonable of tones.  "Please, it hurts my
head the way my hair is being pulled."

"Well, okay" Paige said as she stared hypnotically at Athena's raised
behind.  She had possessed a crush on the beautiful Athena since the first
day she had seen her.  The girl was so perfect Paige could hardly believe
it!  She had always wanted to get her hands on the untouchable Athena's
firm tanned body, and now here she was, trapped and hers for the taking.

Natalie and Lisa knew of their friend's crush.  They both looked at each
other, then nodded silently at the widely grinning Paige.  Lisa said
loudly, "Natalie and I must get to class, but Paige here can help you."  In
a whisper she told Paige, "That way you can have her all to yourself."

Paige silently word formed the words, "Thank you", to her friends, then
watched them both go stand to guard at the gym's entrances.

"Any time!" muttered Athena.  Yiks!  Why did it have to be these three
idiots who found her?

"Be there in a second," Paige said sweetly as she eagerly raced up the high
bleachers.  As she stood close behind the helpless senior, she paused a
moment to take in the glorious sight of the bent-over Athena Valentine.
"Woof!" she whispered.  What a dairy entry this was going to make!

"What?" asked an increasingly angry Athena.  What was taking so long?

"Okay, now.  Let's see if I can find what you're caught on," Paige said as
she leaned over the back of the trapped senior without touching her.
"Nope.  Can't see a thing.  I'm going to have to get closer if I'm ever
going to find what you're caught on."

"I don't give a shit what you do!" Athena yelled.  "Just get me out of
here!"

"Sure," said a delighted Paige.  "Sure."

Athena jumped when she felt a hand on her left ankle.  Her foot was raised
and her pump slipped off.  "Hey!  What are you doing?" the surprised senior
asked as her other shoe was removed.

"You and your heels!" said Paige.  She held up the right pump and admired
the stylish design before setting it aside with the left.  "Do you want to
be free or not?"

"Oh, all right," grumbled Athena.  "Just do it, will you?"  she wasn't sure
what was more embarrassing, being in this ridiculous predicament or having
her pumps removed by Paige.  She wasn't certain why, but loosing her
footwear like that made Athena feel very tingly, especially the way the
teen's hand lingered on her bare ankle for a moment.

"Just do it.  Okay!" agreed Paige, only she was thinking along very
different lines.  Heart pounding, she leaned forward and pressed her pelvis
firmly against Athena's delectable buttocks.  "Yes!" she breathed quietly.
They felt so good!  After savoring the moment, the light-headed girl placed
her trembling hands on Athena's hips, and inserted one small knee between
the helpless senior's sculptured legs, making sure it was pressed firmly up
against Athena's panty-covered pussy.

"Oh, yes!" sighed Paige in ecstasy.

"OH!" gasped Athena in shock when she felt something move up against her
sensitive sex.  Oh, no!  It was bad enough having Paige be right up against
her like this, but still!  Yet, she realized the girl had to get close, so
for the moment Athena could only reposition her pinned hips and try and
relieve the deadly pressure on her pussy while she waited for that idiot
Paige to figure out what she was caught on.

"Stop squirming," commanded Paige suddenly as she pressed her knee even
higher against it's wonderful target.  "Do you want us both to fall?"

"But you're...!" Athena started to say, then stopped.  Oh, God!  What was
she thinking?  She couldn't tell the girl what she was doing, especially a
lowly brain-dead sophomore like Paige.  It would be terribly embarrassing.
Even worse would be getting hurt on the day of the prom.  What a disaster
that would be!  All of that work for nothing?  No way!

"Come on, Paige, help me," Athena pleaded again as she tried to keep her
hips still and ignore the growing sensations coming from her heating sex.
"I...I'll be still."  She didn't know why she was getting so upset.  The
girl was only trying to help her.  Athena held her breath a moment and
tried to relax.  "There is nothing to worry about," she thought.  "Nothing
at all."

Athena would have changed her mind if she had seen the dreamy look on
Paige's face.  The teen looked like a little girl whose mother had just
given her a large cookie.  She began to push her pelvis rhythmically
against Athena's firm buttocks, with her knee and thigh moving back and
forth between the increasingly distraught senior's legs.

Athena desperately wanted to tell the stupid girl to take her hands off her
proud body, but she really did need Paige's help.  Helplessly she began to
shift again as she felt Paige run her hands down over her buttocks, then
push her leg even tighter up against her crotch.

"OH!!!" Athena gasped at the sudden increase in pressure against her
womanhood.  "Paige, please be careful!"

"Stop squirming, I said.  Now, let me see," Paige said in her best
professional voice.  She was surprised at how easily the high-and-mighty
Athena did what she told her.  Feeling calmer now, she leaned forward and
deliberately pressed her small, braless breasts against Athena's back.
Paige was cheating the rules by being without a bra, and she wanted the
haughty Athena to know it.

Athena tried to move forward to give Paige more room (and to get away from
that embarrassing thing between her legs), but all she did was to cause her
sweater to slide down towards her lowered head, baring her fit tanned
stomach and lower back.

Athena's movement did not go unnoticed.  Seeing the way Athena's sweater
started to ride up, Paige decided to help it just a bit.  She carefully
grabbed the bottom and slowly pulled on it until it was resting just below
Athena's large, firm breasts.

"I can't see," Paige told her matter-of-factly as she leaned farther
forward and pushed her knee repeatedly against Athena's vulnerable pussy.
Hearing no reaction, she placed her hands onto Athena's bare sensitive
ribcage, and rubbed her knee up and down as Athena kept trying to move her
pussy away from her.

Athena panicked and squirmed even harder to escape when she felt Paige's
hands holding her bare mid-drift.  What had happened to her top?

"Oh, God!" the senior shrieked.  "Paige, what's going on?  My sweater!  It
seems to be riding up.  Can you pull it back down, please?"

"Just a sec, Athena.  I think it might be stuck on something.  You don't
want me to rip it do you?" Paige answered as she worked the sweater up
higher, pushing it up over Athena's bra-covered breasts, as the senior
again tried to desperately back out without pulling her hair out by the
roots.

"Paige, don't rip it!  It cost 500 dollars!" Athena shouted through the
sweater that was now bunched around her neck.

Paige pulled her own top off, baring her cute upturned breasts, and rubbed
her tits against Athena's bare back, the smell of the firm, tanned flesh
filling her lungs with pure sweetness.  "Ooohhh!  That's so nice!" she
moaned as she moved her small breasts over the golden back.  The feel of
her stiff one-inch nipples sliding over the warm skin was an electrifying
sensation which made the teen's toes curl!  Paige had dreamed of this
moment since the first day she saw her, and now Athena was hers, all hers.
Overcome with the closeness of the sexy vulnerable senior, Paige had to
resist slipping a hand down the front of her tight jeans.  She could always
do that later.

Athena was so confused she couldn't tell what was going on any more.  She
felt some very odd things rubbing against her back.  She couldn't figure
out what they were, but the small, hard objects felt warm and caused her
back to break out into goose pimples.  What was that foolish girl doing
back there?  "Come on, Paige," Athena grumbled.  Her day was very busy and
she didn't have time for this!  Besides, that silly girl was making her
feel very...nervous.  "That's not helping!  My head really hurts!"

"Don't move or you'll rip your sweater."

"Oh, no!  Not my sweater!"

Paige ran her fingers up Athena's spine and grinned as Athena jerked in
response, causing Paige's nipples to rub again across the smooth back.  Her
clitoris throbbed in response and Paige again had to fight the urge to take
care of her own growing needs.

"What are you doing?" the edgy reporter protested.  "That's not helping
me!"  Whatever Paige was doing to her was inadvertently causing her body to
seriously come alive.  She hadn't felt like this since those terrible days
at the Devereux mansion.  It was wonderful and she hated herself for
feeling that way.  For the first time in months she felt the need of her SO
pills, her anti-sex pills that were prescribed her just to stop these
terrible feeling of uncontrollable sensuality building within her heating
body.  This girl was just suppose to be helping her, and here she was
getting all excited instead!  Oh, God!  What was wrong?

"Come on, Paige," Athena pleaded with a growing sense of desperation.
"Stop fooling around and help me."

"I'm just trying to find out what your sweater is stuck on," Paige said
chuckling as she reached down.  She easily found the bolt that Athena's
hair was caught on, and gave the thick strand of hair a few extra turns to
attach it more firmly.  The long, lightly scented hair was soft and silky
to the touch, and Paige felt a thrill just to touch it.

"Maybe I need to get this out of the way."  With that, Paige pushed the
sweater right up over Athena's shoulders, causing it to fall over the
hapless reporter's head, completely covering it.

"Paige!"  wailed the muffled voice from inside the sweater.  "What are you
doing?"

"Stop your whining!  I still can't find a thing.  Now, don't move or you'll
rip your pretty sweater."

"Okay, but hurry, please," Athena whimpered as she tried not to move.  She
certainly didn't what to rip her brand new sweater, but it was so hot and
stuffy with her head wrapped inside it, she was already feeling faint.  Not
that she had anything else to worry about!

This was so humiliating!  She must be quite a sight to the silly sophomore
behind her.  Not just behind her, either.  In Paige's ridiculous attempts
to free her, Athena had felt the teen all over her.  The close, fumbling
presence of Paige had started the terrible magic again, and her body was
joyously responding to the teen's every innocent touch.  Athena could sense
the extreme pressures building within her, pressures she had not felt in a
long time, pressures she had lately become helpless to control.  The
shocking need to climax was rising within her and she didn't know what to
do about it!  She couldn't cum, not now!  She would just die if she did!
"Please, God!," she whispered.  "Not now, not now."

If she could just hang on a little while longer, Athena was sure that even
that stupid idiot Paige would have her freed in a minute.

"I think I see what the problem is...oops!  Sorry!  Your bra just opened.
Hooks must be bent.  I'll check that first, then I'll see what's got your
hair." Paige said, as she opened the bra clasp and pushed the straps off
Athena's shoulders.

"Oh, no!" wailed Athena as she felt her breasts go free.

"Now, let's see what we have here," Paige said gaily.  She reached around
and cupped both of Athena's firm breasts and squeezed the wonderful flesh
between her fingers.  At the same time, she kept rubbing her nipples
against Athena's bare back.  "Now who's not wearing a bra?" Paige asked
gleefully.

"OH!!" panted the distraught senior from inside the hot sweater as she felt
hands knead and squeeze her swollen breasts.  Athena tried to be still, but
the way Paige was helping her, it was making her nipples harden against
Paige's eager hands.  She was hoping that Paige didn't notice or she would
die of embarrassment.

The sensations went right to her abused sex and it tingled hotly in
response!  She wanted to press her legs together to stop the sudden
throbbing of her erupting pussy, but with the clumsy Paige being between
her legs would not allow it.  Whatever Paige had pressing against her sex
was driving her crazy!  She knew it was just the girl's leg accidentally
placed between her own, but it was really getting to her.  Athena tried
spreading her knees on the narrow bench to give Paige more room, but that
just caused her to press her crotch even harder onto the intruder between
her legs!  Soon she would be soaking through her panties with her
out-of-control secretions and then she would truly die, because then this
nothing of a girl would know how she had affected her, the superior woman,
Athena Valentine.  She tried again to move out of the way but all that did
was pull harder on her hair, and start tears again to run down her face.
She was trapped!  The girl had to finish soon, she just had too!

"Oh!  Paige!" groaned the trapped senior as her breasts swelled at the
teen's electric touch!  "S-stop...t-that!  Y-you're not...helping at all."

"I can't see without leaning over you, and I don't want to fall on you
either.  I need to hang onto something, so stay still or you'll rip your
sweater."

"Oh, my God!  Do you have to...to hold me...Uhhh!"  Athena gasped as closed
her eyes.  She suddenly felt her very sensitive nipples being twisted hard
in opposite directions.  When she could speak again, she said carefully,
"Okay, okay.  But p-please...hurry, will you?"

Paige kept running her knee against Athena's damp crotch as she played with
Athena's lovely breasts.  She found that if she moved her hips the right
way, her own crotch would press against the back of Athena's left thigh,
and Paige began to masturbate herself against the senior's left leg.  With
everything that was being done to her, Athena couldn't help but breathe
even harder.

"P-please...h-hurry," Athena whispered desperately.  It was happening
again!  Oh, God!  She felt so turned-on right now she couldn't stand it!
Her climax was close, very close.  She could not fight it much longer.
"I'm going to loose it," she thought desperately.  "I'm going to loose it
all if Paige doesn't hurry."

"I guess that wasn't it," said the ever-helpful Paige.  "Let me try
something else."

Paige could have played with Athena's fantastic tits all day.  They were
more wonderful than she ever imagined.  So firm!  Athena's erect nipples
made her head spin as they pressed against her palms.  Whenever she pinched
or twisted them she could hear Athena moan in response.  But it was time
for other things.  She didn't have all day, after all, before the first
class would come in to use the gym.

Paige raised up and looked at Athena's tight butt.  It was right in front
of her!  As Athena once again tried to painfully pull herself free, Paige
lifted Athena's skirt up at the same time.  Athena never knew what happened
as Paige pushed her skirt up around her waist.

"Now don't move," Paige said as she ran her hands over the panty-covered
buttocks in front of her.  The slick translucent material, a glowing pearl,
stretched tightly over the delectable buttocks.  To her delight, Paige
could easily detect the dark shadow of Athena's ass crease through the
expensive material.

Athena could feel that like her sweater, her skirt was probably now riding
very high.  She could feel the soft fabric of Paige's jeans pressing
against the backs of her bare thighs!  The pain from her last attempt at
escape had caused her to start crying again.  Her sweater-covered head was
swimming from being upside-down for such a long time and she was feeling
very light-headed.  With all of the other distractions, the beautiful
reporter didn't notice the way Paige was now fondling her up-turned ass.

Paige was in heaven as she squeezed and kneaded Athena's firm buttocks.
Fidgeting and wiggling under her touch caused the thin elastic waistband of
Athena's panties to lower just a bit, revealing the top curves of Athena's
shapely bottom.

The increasingly flustered Athena couldn't understand what was happening to
her.  Trapped in this terribly humiliating, upside-down position, her head
wrapped up in her own sweater, her breasts hanging free from a broken bra,
her mind buffeted by unexplained sensations running the length of her
trembling body, she felt she was going mad!  What on earth was Paige doing?
Why couldn't some of her senior friends have found her, instead of this
ridiculous girl who obviously did not know what she was doing?  Suddenly,
Athena frantically wished she had worn a longer skirt today.  She hated to
think what kind of view she must be giving the teen behind her after all of
the girl's hapless fumbling!  Perhaps she could see the backs of her
thighs.  Oh, God!  Maybe she could even see her...her panties!  Oh, no!

"P-Paige," Athena gasped from inside the hot sweater.  "I think my...my
skirt is riding up.  Could you pull it down, please?"

"No, it's fine," Paige answered, as she took her fingers and hooked them in
the waistband of the panties and gently pulled them down Athena's tanned
thighs.

Athena never felt the faint whisper of silk as her expensive panties
floated down her thighs to land on her bare feet.  She never heard Paige's
gasp of awe as the beautiful 22-year-old's secret places were fully
revealed to the hot-eyed teen crouching behind her.  All Athena heard
inside her sweater was the pounding of her own heart, the sound of her
blood roaring in her ears.

The teen sighed at seeing not a hair in sight.  "Wow," she whispered.  "How
hot is that!"

Paige leaned forward and again pretended that she was trying to help free
Athena.  "Let me try one thing more," she said.  The girl grabbed the
senior's soft hair and pulled it with one hand, while with the other she
cupped Athena's magnificent pussy.  Paige almost gasped aloud as she ran
her fingers up and found Athena's pubic area as smooth as silk.

"Paige!"  Athena howled as Paige started pulling on her hair, while the
hand cupping the distracted senior's pussy went unnoticed.  Paige's finger
quickly found Athena's clit and toyed with the tip as she kept tugging on
Athena's hair.

Athena knew something was different but could not understand what.  She was
getting more light-headed by the second, her body close to exploding in
wondrous orgasm.  "Paige, please hurry!"  she pleaded.

Paige just smiled and grabbed Athena's lovely left breast and rolled the
nipple between her fingers, as she slid two fingers inside Athena's hot
little cunt.

"AAAhh!" groaned Athena.  Her mind was clouded completely by a sudden
flurry of fantastic erotic sensations which overwhelmed her.  The senior
was devastated!  "What's happening?" she moaned.  "What's happening?"

"I'll have it in a moment."  Paige quickened her fingers working the tight,
grasping channel, while she joyously kneaded Athena's firm left tit.

Athena wasn't sure why, but all she knew was she was going to cum.
Frantically now, she tried one last attempt to pull her hair free before it
was too late, but all moving her hips accomplished was to keep Paige's busy
fingers buried deep inside her.

"Oh no!  Please, Paige!  God!  Oooooooooooh!"  Athena could fight it no
longer!  She climaxed!  The senior's body stiffened as hot, delicious
girl-cum splashed over Paige's right hand as her fingers were held tightly
by the pulsing vagina.

Athena remained still as the marvelous sensations swept through her body,
releasing her, purging her, renewing her.  "Yes!" she thought.  "God help
me, yes!  Yes!  Yes! Yes!"  She did not care how it happened.  She cared
only that it did happen, and that was enough.

Paige waited until the clenching muscles loosened and a groggy Athena began
to move again before she shifted her hand and quickly teased Athena's
vulnerable clit until the stunned senior came again!  Athena cried out once
in surprise, then fainted.  Her lifeless fingers loosened and the notebook
dropped under the bleachers.

Paige stood and turned to face the wall.  She swiftly opened the front of
her hip-huggers and placed her right hand deep inside.  Moving past her own
sparse pubic hair, she quickly worked her own dripping sex until she too
stiffened momentarily, then collapsed onto the bench seat in blessed
relief.  She shamefully refastened her pants, then turned to face the gym
again in embarrassed silence.  She had never done that before.

The panting Paige smiled weakly over to her friends at each door.  "Come on
and help me get her dressed," she called across the large gym.

Paige easily unhooked Athena's hair and laid the beautiful senior on her
back.  She sat on the bleacher after first moving the unconscious Athena's
legs so that she could sit between them.  She gazed with awe at the sight
of the semi-nude senior.  She couldn't believe that she had done this, had
brought the haughty and untouchable Athena Valentine to this amazing
condition.  Her heart raced as she drank in the sight of her victory over
this incredibly stuck-up yet astonishingly beautiful girl.  The senior's
sweater was still over her head, tangled with her loosened bra.  The girl's
ponytail had come undone, the long blonde hair laying across her face in
disarray.  The skirt still rode high over the flaring hips, while obviously
damp panties dangled uselessly from her left foot.

But, in spite of everything else that was showing, it was only the thin
glistening lips which nestled high up between the sculptured thighs that
attracted Paige's attention!  They seemed to beckon to the teen and she
found herself powerless to resist.  She looked towards her approaching
friends still walking across the gym floor, but, alone or not, she just
couldn't help herself.  If the school's marching band in full uniform with
instruments blaring came through a door right now, it would not prevent her
from taking advantage of this ultimate opportunity.  She leaned forward,
placed her face between the opened thighs, and repeatedly ran her tongue
the length of the defenseless slit, lapping up the heavenly nectar as she
did so.

"Ooohh!" moaned the semi-conscious Athena at the devastating sensations
coming from her pussy.  In her staggered mind she was back in the Devereux
play room and deadly little Barbara was between her legs.  "Too good,
honey.  Feels...so good.  Not...right," she protested in her dreams as she
automatically raised her hips to increase the powerful contact.

Fascinated, Paige stopped to listen, but Athena became quiet again.
"Wonder if I can do that again?" Paige murmured.  This time she inserted
her tongue deep into the tight passage, savoring the hot velvet wetness,
while using her hands to tease the up-thrust breasts.

"Barbara, you little devil!" groaned the dreaming senior.  "You...shouldn't
be doing...that.  Good little girls don't do...that to...to...their
nannies.  Aaahhhhh!  Soooo good!  Never!  Can never
resist... when...you...touch me!  Too good.  Too much sex.  Need pills.
Oh, God!  It's happening...happening!  Not again!  Not Again!  Need my
pills...must stop it.  Ooohhh!  Need pills!!"

The astonished teen could not believe what she was hearing.  What had this
teaser been doing?  Ever since the cunt came to Elizabeth Borden, she had
acted so superior to everyone, putting down those who did not measure up to
her high standards.  And now this!  Was there a secret side to the perfect
Athena Valentine which was only now being revealed?  Something in her
makeup which made her not just perfect, but the perfect target,
unsuspecting and vulnerable?

Paige fluttered her tongue over the raised clitoris and the dazed Athena
opened her eyes wide in disbelief as her body spasomed and a gusher of
sweet fluid came from her pulsating vagina!

"What's going....AAAHHH!" she cried.  Athena's perfect body jumped and
twisted on the bleacher under Paige's continuing assault.  Athena kept
cumming again and again as her shattered mind was given no time to
understand what was causing it!  Paige kept her strong grip on Athena's
dancing chest, cruelly twisting and pulling at the vulnerable nipples with
wild abandon while she joyfully suckled at the defenseless Athena's
erupting sex!  Finally Athena could take it no longer and with one last
desperate cry she succumbed again in total confusion from the devastating
series of all-consuming climaxes!

Paige stood after she heard the approach of her friends at the top level of
the bleachers, but not before quickly licking the unconscious senior's cunt
and inner thighs clean of her delightful girl-cum, and giving the glorious
breasts one final squeeze.

"Yes!!" exulted Paige, ecstatic in the knowledge that the perfect Miss
Valentine wasn't so untouchable after all.  You just had to know how and
where to do it!

"You go, girl!" exclaimed a laughing Natalie as she surveyed the scene.  "I
can't believe you did that!"

"Wow!  Looks like you had your fun at last, Paige," Lisa said with a
knowing smile.  "How was it?"

"It was better than I ever imagined" panted the sophomore.  Paige was
ecstatic.  "Thank you.  Thank you both for letting me...have her.  But
listen to this: the mighty Athena Valentine has a problem with...," Paige's
voice dropped suddenly to an embarrassed whisper "...sex!"  Her voice rose
back to normal.  "How cool is that?"

"Really?  What problem?" asked Lisa as her eyes drank in the golden
semi-nude form laying there.  "Looks like she does it pretty well to me!"

"No, Lisa.  That's just it.  She does it too well.  The Bitch Queen can't
help herself.  She even has to take pills to keep it under control."

"Those pills we found in her locker?" asked Lisa.

"The ones she keeps hidden next to her pager," said Natalie.  "Must be."

"But my mom has pills like that," said Lisa.  "I took one once and almost
spent an entire Saturday playing with myself, I was so hot.  Those are
really nasty!"

"You sure?" said Paige.  "The label on the bottle said just the opposite.
Kind of a tranquilizer."

"I'll never forget those little pills as long as I live.  Look, we all know
Valentine's an idiot.  The stupid bitch must have gotten her prescriptions
messed up."

"Hey, wait a minute!" said Natalie.  "That wouldn't have been those special
vitamin pills you offered us at our last sleep-over, would it?"

"Well," said a clearly embarrassed Lisa, "why should I have all the fun?"

"You shit!"

"Sorry."

"This is great!" Paige said.  "At least we know how they work.  I think
Little Miss Perfect is going to have an even worse day then we planned.
First, though, we have to get her dressed.  Do you have the bra I gave you
this morning?'

"Sure thing, right here," Natalie answered, reaching into her book bag and
handing it to Paige.  "But I don't see how it's going to fit on those."
Natalie laughed and pointed at Athena's full breasts.

"Oh, it will fit if we squeeze her into it.  We don't want her bouncing
around at school, that's against the rules," Paige said smiling

With a great deal of effort, they got Athena's impressive 35C's into a bra
that held only a 34B.

"There!" exclaimed a satisfied Paige.  "That should keep Athena from
bouncing and make her very uncomfortable for a while.  Did you change the
sports bra she keeps in her gym locker with the strapless one?"

"Sure did.  Everything is ready for Athena's very special day, the bitch!"
Lisa answered with a smile.

"If I would have known Athena shaved, we could have bought her a special
pair of panties, too," Natalie giggled, looking down at Athena's bald
little pussy.

"Quite a pleasant surprise.  I think the rest of the school will love it,
too, as soon as we tell them!  Little Miss Prefect's sweet surprise," Paige
said.  "Well, enough chit-chat.  We'd better finish and get to class."

"We've missed one already, you know," said Natalie.

"It was more than worth it," said Paige as she licked her fingers and hand
clean.  "Absolutely!"

"Hey!" objected Lisa.  "When's it our turn at Super Bitch?"

"Soon, Lisa," said Paige with a wink.  "Very soon."

The three completed the pleasing task of getting Athena dressed and left
her, still unconscious, sitting on the top bleacher, propped up with her
back against the wall.  They even refastened her ponytail.

"Oops!" said Paige.  "Almost forgot!"  Going back to the senior, she
removed a tiny pair of scissors from her book bag, and began snipping
around the fasteners of Athena's sweater and skirt.

"Thought we weren't going to do that until later?" said Natalie.

"You and your schedules!  Look, there's no time like the present!" sang
Paige.  "There!  That should give her something to think about!"

On the way out, Lisa said, "I wonder what she'll say when she wakes up?"

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End of Part One