Curse Karma College
 

First post here after a while lurking, and it's the first chapter of a story. I hope that I've understood the rules sufficiently not to break any, but please let me know if anything is wrong.

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Curse Karma College Part 1

The events that took place over some months at Charles Kennelworth College would rightfully remain the subject of rumour and legend for many years afterwards, but they started small. The initial events, at least as noticed by most of the students, were subtle enough that they could be attributed to chance alone, though the fact that it seemed to target specifically the Three should perhaps have raised more suspicions.

The Three could not honestly be described as popular, since popular would usually imply that someone liked them, and they didn't even like each other. The best any of them could hope for was admiration, lust, and occasionally a wary respect; the attitude of still others to them was closer to envy or fear and in a few cases outright hatred. Nor did they "rule the school" with a perfectly-manicured fist of iron; British halls of learning do not correspond so neatly to fictional portrayals of American high schools.

Cleo Valentine was mostly content with this. It took a great deal of work to maintain her position, and she was intelligent enough to know the limits of her power. She had influence and importance, which she viewed as far more reliable than mere fickle popularity. Few would have thought that the sweet and adorable little redhead of eleven who had arrived at Charles Kennelworth so many years ago would have someday become the "hellfire-haired she-devil" her worst rivals knew her as – though even then the tiny girl had carried herself with a surprising confidence, and had a certain spark in her eyes. As she had blossomed and grown – though perhaps not as much vertically as she might have wished – so too had had that spark kindled into the wicked intelligence that now twinkled in her leaf-green eyes.

No one could have accused Kelly Jones of wicked intelligence... or much intelligence of any kind, really. She had dirty blonde hair, which didn't help, since it just led to everyone making dumb blonde jokes (which annoyed every other blonde girl in the school, all of whom were at least able to talk while walking). Her figure was naturally curvy, bordering on the top-heavy, and her breasts were quite probably the largest in the school. She was a good few inches taller than Cleo, but this wasn't often obvious due to the way she tended to defer to Cleo in her presence. She was far from some sweetly oblivious girl who didn't realise that cruelty hurt people, however – the only hindrance to her cruelty was that she lacked the imagination to think of any refined ideas beyond the immediately physical. She had a child's cruelty, and left to her own devices would merely hit, pinch or bite those she wanted to hurt. But she was capable of more elaborate cruelties under Cleo's guidance – or perhaps to put credit in the proper place, Cleo was capable of phrasing instructions in such a way that Kelly could follow them – which made her useful to the smarter redhead. And for her part, Kelly liked this, since it let her accomplish more than she could on her own.

Kaya Chandra on the other hand, had no lack of imagination – or of ambition. A tall and statuesque British Indian girl with long and silky dark brown hair, Kaya wanted, more than anything, to destroy Cleo and take her position. The only problems were that Cleo was fully aware of this, and that even if Kaya were to somehow take Cleo's position, she would be unable to maintain it for longer than twenty-four hours. She did not know the limits of her power. She didn't believe in limits of any kind. No one warily respected her as they did Cleo; they feared and disliked her at best. Only her father liked her, and this was entirely because she had successfully convinced him that she was as upstanding and respectable as Harish Chandra was himself.

Since Harish Chandra was the headmaster of Charles Kennelworth, this worked greatly to Kaya's advantage.

A fine illustration of much of this can be provided by the tale of the downfall of the much-loved History teacher, Dr Jennings. Shortly after Harish had been appointed as headmaster, and arrived at the school with his beloved daughter, the old teacher had noticed that Kaya's skirt was somewhat shorter than rules and custom permitted. He had carefully raised this trivial matter – there were always a few students who would try to push the line in this way, and he assumed that as a new arrival Kaya had been unclear on the specific details.

Her response had been to find her father and, weeping, accuse the old boy of being an ogling pervert for having noticed such things; her protective papa had responded by all but forcing Jennings into an early retirement. A smarter girl would have taken such a victory calmly, and realised that having been responsible for such a cruel fate dealt to such a popular professor might make her, in turn, unpopular. Kaya disdained the very idea; she was happy to gloat to all and sundry, and ever since she had always worn her skirts a full inch shorter and her heels a little higher than any other girl at the school would ever get away with. It was a reminder to all that she could call upon her father whenever she wanted – a power she had used a few times since in the year she had been at the college – and also just to show off her magnificent legs, which she viewed with some pride as her finest feature. How she stood or sat was always calculated to emphasise and draw every eye to her long, luscious legs – all the better to emphasise her height advantage over Cleo at every turn.

For Cleo has outmanoeuvred her, swiftly welcoming her into the Three almost from the moment she arrived at CKC, and binding them so closely together with every expression of genuine friendship, such that Kaya soon realised she had no way to bring down the hammer of her father's wrath upon the manipulative redhead without also implicating herself. With her nuclear option of the table, she had schemed and plotted ever since for some way to depose her "best friend" – who, unbeknownst to her, welcomed these constant intrigues as an amusing diversion that served to hone her cunning. All that was left to Kaya was to focus all attention onto her fine legs at every turn - which was the reason she swung her legs over the bench to sit on the outermost side of the table in the dining hall that Monday.

Today was potentially a very good day, after all – a news team from the local station were going to be doing a live interview with her father. If she timed things right, she might be able to appear alongside him – after all, wasn't she the perfect exemplar of what girls at Charles Kennelworth should aspire to be? She stretched her legs (bare, of course – she never wore tights or stockings since she had no need to obscure the supple brown smoothness of her glorious stems), and smirked internally, feeling all the eyes in the room on her as she took her seat.

She was well practised by now in ensuring that none of the many eyes ogling her would be so privileged as to catch a glimpse up her too short skirt as she did so, but just enough to suggest that, perhaps, next time... There was a trick to arranging her skirt just so over the dining hall's old wooden benches to do this. Unfortunately for Kaya, she was so focused on this aspect that she missed entirely an important observation – one of the younger students in the previous sitting had left a large wad of gum on the seat.

Now, for most students, this would have been unpleasant. They would have been forced to walk for the rest of the day with gum stuck embarrassingly onto the seat of their trousers or skirt, and would then have struggled to remove it overnight. Had the brat responsible been caught doing this he would certainly have received a well-deserved proper bollocking from the beak.

But for Kaya, it was far more of a calamity due in large part to her own fault. Between the forbidden shortness of her skirt and the way she had placed herself down, it wasn't to her skirt that the gum adhered, but directly to her never-seen white cotton panties. Now, that a girl like Kaya wore such underwear might seem initially surprising, but there was a reason for it – although she teased and tempted, none of the boys or girls at the college were intended to catch so much as a glimpse of her underthings; her parents, on the other hand, were aware of her laundry, and were thus supposed to continue to believe their daughter to be an innocent angel, a tactic which had worked entirely on her father.

Her pert arse smooshed the wad, and Kaya wriggled, uncomfortable but assuming that it was due to an imperfection of the ancient wooden seating rather than anything on it. This merely served to make things worse for her, smearing the adhesive gum further across both the seat and her pants. By now it was spreading further and further, and Kaya remained oblivious.

She was slightly focused on the conversation. Across the table Cleo was talking about the football team first XI's chances in an upcoming fixture (slight to non-existent, in Kaya's opinion – this school was appalling at sports) and an upcoming party she was involved in planning and the details of who would be invited (utterly tedious – parties themselves might be interesting, but the details were dull, as far as Kaya was concerned). She blathered on and on about the most irrelevant details, while Kaya tried to look as she gave a damn. She shuffled again. It felt vaguely as if she'd sat in something, which would be annoying.

Next to her Kelly was bobbing her head to Cleo's words, trying and largely failing to make it seem as if she could understand what was being said. Kaya viewed it as a miracle that the dumb blonde could understand English at all. She shifted across the bench away from her in disgust, and felt her panties shift slightly as if they'd stuck to something. Strange. She wriggled a little more to try and correct them, but it didn't seem to help. Across the table, Cleo had stopped talking, and was looking at her oddly.

“What's the matter, Kaya? Your legs cold?” Cleo asked, a slight tone of mockery in her voice.

Kaya sneered back at her. “Just uncomfortable on these crappy benches. I'm going to talk to Daddy about getting some decent seating put in here.”

For some reason, this made Cleo roll her eyes, and she continued talking about some of other the girls in the school – Kaya didn't really care, since none of them mattered as far as she was concerned. Really, who cared what the cheerleader bimbos (a cheer squad in a British school? A pathetic anachronism!) were up to, or what the boring dykes of the feminist society were complaining about this week? The only other girl in the school with any status was the Head Girl, Claire Prentiss, and she was a tiresome prissy nothing who burned with indignation at all of the Three for various reasons. She was just too much of a goody-goody for Kaya to be able to take her down, which was annoying.

No, the real point of all this was waiting for the right moment to leave so that all eyes would be on her, ideally when the dining hall was as full as possible. She turned in her seat to check behind her (and it definitely still felt as if she was sitting on something) and yes – the students ready for the late sitting were filling the back of the hall, waiting for those currently there to finish eating so that they could sit. It was a mixture of the slightly younger students – who'd view her as an unattainable goddess, as well they should – and a few older boys who'd just finished sports practice. Despite their general ineptitude, the school's sportsmen were still generally looked up to within the school, so catching their eye was worth her time. The time was ripe.

Kaya got to her feet – or started to, at least. As she started to rise, she felt her panties catch on something, and start to pull against her body. Without her knowledge, her shifts and shuffles throughout the meal had managed to distribute the gum in a fine layer right across the seat of her panties. Somehow, her body weight, and the heat of her young body, had further caused the gum to set hard, and it had found a fine surface to bond with on both the thin cotton of her underwear and the rough, unvarnished wood of the bench.

Still, the gum shouldn't have set solid in the short time her bum had been placed upon it, and one bond or the other would usually have given. Yet, for some strange reason, that wasn't what happened – and the impatient Kaya's decision to jerk away from the seat as hard as she could certainly didn't help.

Instead, it was the stitching of her panties which gave way, falling apart with a slight tearing sound that was suppressed by the general noise in the hall. Kaya was already on her feet with her tray in her hands before she realised what had happened... at which point she made the disastrous decision to bluff things out and make good her escape before anyone noticed. She considered that, although embarrassing, since no one saw her panties anyway her going commando wouldn't matter. No one would ever know.

She strode a little swifter than usual out of the hall, falling all eyes on her legs and not feeling as pleased with as she normally would. All she had to do was drop her tray off and then get out of the doors, at which point she'd be perfectly safe. Unfortunately for Kaya, she was so fixated on the door that she didn't notice here she was going – and put her left heel right through a ventilation grate.

With over half the room busily ogling her swaying exit, the buzz of conversation had died down. It quietened further at this point, since the oglers were now anticipating what a delightful image might be presented by Kaya's struggling to extricate her heel, while the others were amused by the schadenfreude of Kaya being hoist by her own illegal heels. Before she could even start to wonder how she could pull her heel free while holding her dining tray, an innocent raised voice shattered the calm of the room.

If only Kaya had been sitting next to Cleo! Cleo, upon noticing the torn panties, would have quietly concealed them in her bag and pondered how best to use them... and ironically for all her cunning couldn't possibly have ended up humiliating Kaya as much as dim Kelly did by accident.

“Hey Kaya, are these your panties?” She tried to pull them from the seat, ripping them more in the process, and waved the torn cotton in the air. At this, a ripple of laughter crossed the room, and the attention focused on Kaya increased. She tried to ignore it entirely, which only served to make it apparent that the answer to the question was yes. She flinched, despite herself, and redoubled her unsuccessful efforts to get her heel out of the grate, when she was interrupted by an even worse sound than that of Kelly's voice.

It sounded almost like a stomach rumbling – something in clear gastrointestinal distress. But this wasn't a student, but the building itself.

Charles Kennelworth College was built into an ancient building, which had suffered slipshod repairs and maintenance over the centuries, coupled with low-budget additions and poorly-planned renovations. The pipework, in particular, was a calamity – a twisted mess of pipes and vents to nowhere serving long-forgotten purposes. There were some rooms that were heated entirely in the winter by the piping that covered half the walls, and how the ventilation actually worked was a matter of rumour and legend.

One thing was certain, however, and that was the legendary Hall Belch. Truly, it was as much a coming of age matter as anything else – the point at which a male student went from child to young man was considered to be the moment at which they ceased betting and challenging each other to dare the Belch, and tried to start luring their female fellows onto it instead. With little success, it must be said – for the Belches were incredibly irregular, and resolved swiftly once they began.

Every so often, something within the piping would take place that caused an audible rumbling gurgle to be heard within the main hall. Within a minute, it would resolve itself by unleashing a foul-smelling blast through the main ventilation grate. The stench in high summer could be so vile that it was considered grounds for evacuating the main hall; at other times it was merely intensely unpleasant – especially for the young challenger or luckless maiden who happened to be standing upon it.

Or, in this case, Kaya, who was standing directly above the grate and, as the entire room now knew, wearing no underwear. The only ambient sound now was that of a hundred phones being pulled from bags and jacket pockets, and readied to film what would follow.

Kaya didn't fully manage to suppress her whimper as she renewed her race against time to yank her heel free, horribly aware of what sight she might be presenting to the many eyes burning her, but desperate enough to do it anyway. And it was indeed quite a sight – Kaya's long light brown legs writhing, her skirt jumping invitingly, and barely seen, her fabulous body jiggling under her school uniform. A few boys started filming at this sight already!

Kelly watched happily, but nearby Cleo was unsure. Certainly, part of her welcomed the humiliation that her supposed friend was about to receive, but the plotter in her mind wondered if helping her might work out better in the long run. She hesitated for a few key moments, for once in her life desperately uncertain.

The gurgling of the piping intensified as Kaya desperately writhed. Would she escape in time?

She would not.

There was a moment of dead silence, and then the Belch unleashed.

A solid wave of vile-smelling air blasted straight from the grating – there were rumoured to be dead squirrels caught in the network somewhere, though a few of the more extreme rumours claimed it was instead some long-ago student who had gotten lost in the bowels of the school – and Kaya almost heaved. The stench was terrible. The physical effects of the wave were worse still.

At first, it hit like a ripple. Kaya's skirt billowed in the wave, permitting glimpses of higher and higher up her smooth thighs than anyone before had been so privileged. It seemed to tail off, and her skirt dropped back down. Kaya relaxed, assuming that it was over and she had survived the worst of it, but being relatively new to the school meant that she simply lacked the experience with the Belch that everyone else in the room possessed. For all of those watching, seeing Kaya relax, her shoulders slumping, only heightened their anticipation.

A column of noxious warm air burst through the grate and straight to the ceiling. Kaya's lovely fall of silky hair tried to go with it, tangling around as it stuck straight up. So did her skirt.

A muffled cheer burst through the hall. Kaya stood still, too mortified to even scream, clutching her lunch tray with a death grip and shaking slightly – which further improved the view for all of those watching. This is what was seen:

Since Kaya had almost managed to reach the exit, most of the hall was behind her – so her delightful behind was what they saw. To finally see the full length of her magnificent legs as they stretched up, up... all the way to the gloriously pert yet present brown arse which twitched and shook as Kaya did.

Many in the school had wondered in the past about the specifics of what Kaya barely concealed beneath her skirt. Within CKC, Kaya was unique in one particular respect. There were more than a few young women who had never revealed anything to any known living soul... but those were the timid girls who wore long skirts or trousers, and most of the lads were content to let them have their privacy. At the other end were the few noted flirts and teases – which included among their number notably both Cleo and Kelly – but all of them had had at least one boyfriend (some many more) able to confirm, if only implicitly, that what lay beneath was what one would expect, and some of the less gentlemanly were eager to tell of rather more than that. Most of the girls were somewhere between the two extremes –an obvious example being the Head Girl, who kept what was obviously an ample bust well concealed, yet whose long-term boyfriend was so visibly smug on certain specific days that he didn't even need to share any details. The single exception to the entire trend was Kaya, who was certainly not timid in her normal demeanour yet had never gone beyond chaste kisses with her few paramours. As a result, rumours had run rampant.

And now, at last, was the mystery satisfyingly resolved! The fine arse at last revealed was toned, yet gently rounded; each proud brown cheek seemed almost to blush with delicate and warm rosy undertones. The magnificent maple derrière jiggled and shook as Kaya trembled with humiliation, and more than a few of the watching students itched to spank that proud arse. The footage thus taken would be viewed again and again, with a few experts eventually noticing the curious detail that her right cheek seemed to twitch oh so slightly more than the left.

As mentioned previously, this was the view that most of those in the hall got to see. The relative few on Kaya's other side may have missed seeing that gorgeous bum, but got to see – and record – a view just as enticing.

The first advantage they had was to view Kaya's reaction, in all its splendour. From her first attempted non-reaction to Kelly's innocent query, passing through her increasing annoyance and desperation as she tried to draw out her heel... someone might have felt sorry for her if she hadn't succeeded in making herself so disliked by everyone. Many of them had adored old Dr Jennings, and one or two had had a friend expelled for standing up to her. As a result she received no sympathy, not even at her whimper of fear as she realised what was coming, her palpable nausea as the Belch washed over her, her moment of relief as she incorrectly believed it over... up to now, standing exposed and with her beautiful face frozen in a mask of utter humilation and shock, her beautiful dark eyes growing wider and wider as she stood paralysed.

The second advantage was somewhat lower, and it was to see the effect of the Belch as it played over her blouse. Her blouse had always been well-fitted, and she was more than capable of standing in such a way as to draw it tighter still at key moments, yet never quite to the extent the wafting air did as it pressed the thin material tight against her body. Between the very flimsiness of the blouse and how close it was pushed, the effect was far lewder even than the most revealing party clothes that Kaya wore, which tended towards the conservative in any case. It made every ripple and jiggle as Kaya shivered quite obvious, and made it plain that the breasts lying beneath were, while not as large as Kelly's, still of an impressive size.

The third and final advantage, of course, was lower still. The full view of her legs at last presented was as charming from the front as from behind, with the exception of the crowning glory: the scheming tease's crotch, revealing a trimmed dark brown bush. The muscles of her legs flexed as her body shook, and her knees almost seemed to knock.

At last the Belch ended, allowing Kaya's skirt to slump back to its normal position and concealing all too soon her private parts – though the memories, and the videos, would last much longer. Her hair slumped less neatly, falling all around her head in a tangled, twisted mess and almost concealing her frantic eyes. Her thoughts tangled in her tormented mind, and they eventually coalesced. Her entire time at the school had been focused on carefully teasing, flaunting just enough of her legs to make those watching want more, and never providing – and now they'd seen a hell of a lot more. Half the school had seen her whole bare arse! The rest had seen her-

Kaya's paralysis broke, and she screamed.

That scream broke the spell on the previously near-silent hall, which now dissolved into a cacophony of mocking laughter, cat-calls, and jeers. Kaya heard none of it in her horror as she tossed her tray into the air and, abandoning her left shoe entirely charged for the exit as fast as a not-particularly athletic girl could run in a single high heel. There was no sense or reasoning left in her panicking mind – all that reminded was a desperate hope to run somewhere, anywhere, away from the humiliation. As she tore through the school, the rest of the student body were content to let her go. If they had known how things would end, some might have thought to follow.

Kaya's desperate run led her in circles around the school until at last she reached the impressive and ornate multi-levelled lobby. And it was here, on the slick flagstones, that her right heel, suffering by her unbalanced stride, snapped. Her right foot, still clad in the shoe, twisted at the ankle as she tumbled to the side.

In but a moment, she found herself bent almost double, facing her ankle that seemed to pulse with pain. She tried to get up, and to shift, but found herself able to only wriggle slightly... and realised with horror that she had wedged herself solidly into one of the grand staircase and landing's decorative holes. Worse still, her skirt had been bunched up by her fall, meaning that her pert little bare arse was now pointing directly out into the air and right towards the building's main doors! Her desperate efforts to free herself only caused her buttocks to wiggle invitingly... and then she froze again as she heard a noise that chilled her blood.

With a loud creek, the main doors swung wide. “And I like to welcome you all to Charles Kennelworth, a fine school...” she heard her father explain, to the live television team as they stepped through the door. “No no no...” she whispered, hoping against hope that no one would see, that her bare arse wasn't being live broadcast to further add to her humiliation.

She had no such luck. Her father's voice raised in an anger that she had heard often, but never before directed at her. “How dare- that, I can assure you, is not the sort of attitude we encourage here at this fine institution! If you follow me, gentlemen, we'll find out who this troublemaker is and I'll demonstrate how we handle discipline here at Charles Kennelworth College!”

Great Start
 

Uh-oh, daddy's gonna be pissed. Do they use Corporal Punishment at CKC? With the position that she's stuck in its almost like she's asking for it.

This was well written and a great introduction to your story. I don't see anything that would qualify as 'rule breaking' so keep on writing. I'm excited to see what happens next.

Great job.

Amazing!
 

Outstanding story!
There is no negative thing to say about it. Keep writing!

Curse Karma College Part 2
 

This chapter is a little bit harder in some respects than the last. I'm still working out at what level most of this story will be, so any feedback will be greatly appreciated.

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Curse Karma College Part 2

Wednesday found Kelly Jones grumpy. She thought that what had happened to Kaya two days ago had been hilarious, especially once she'd found out about the news team. It was just a shame that the headmaster had stopped the taping as soon as he'd realised the mystery arse belonged to his little girl, and the footage hadn't been repeated. Not that it mattered – the whole scene had gone out live, and was already on the internet by that evening. It was just a matter of time before some of the many videos taken in the dining hall joined it!

But for some reason that she didn't understand Cleo seemed troubled about the whole thing – she'd always thought Cleo hated Kaya, rather than just finding her annoying like Kelly did. She'd been distant and weird all day yesterday, and as a result had failed to come up with any fun ways for Kelly to hurt people. And then today Cleo had been at some kind of event all day, so Kelly had hardly seen her again. She kind of missed Kaya too, even if her ideas didn't always work so well – they'd gone to visit her last night and found her apparently recovered, kind of – she was laid up with her ankle in plaster and kept sending Kelly to fetch her things while she and Cleo talked. That was probably because she didn't know that the videos were everywhere now, though, with almost every student who didn't find it arousing finding it hilarious.

It was kind of boring to Kelly, though, since it meant that most of the school was tiptoeing around and furtively trading various angles on it, in the hope of preventing it from coming to the headmaster's attention. It had been brilliant when it happened, but watching it again and again didn't really have the same appeal. If she could make it happen to different annoying people each time, like that peppy cheerleader b*tch Leanne Amato or especially Jennifer Yin...

Kelly yawned, and then punched Anna Richardson's arm on general principle. Or doing it to her would be quite funny as well, though she didn't have much of a body so the boys wouldn't really be as interested. But she was quite smart and a timid little thing, so she made an excellent lab partner for Kelly ("partner" here meaning "did all the work in the hope that Kelly wouldn't hit her"). At the moment she was burning bits of metal, for some reason – Kelly hadn't really been paying attention when the teacher had explained what they were doing.

For once, she hadn't been the only one. Almost everyone was distracted by stupid Kaya's bum, with a few students sneakily watching the video on their phones. Kelly usually got through the boring science class (while Anna did all the work) by flirting with a few of the more attractive boys, with the chance of things going further later. With a button or two on her blouse undone to reveal her impressive cleavage she was guaranteed to get attention, and she could always do it up again when teachers approached. Unlike Kaya, she couldn't get away with breaking the rules so visibly... not that Kaya had, in the end! And today she'd worn her stripy kneesocks as well, which always worked to draw attention to her lovely thick thighs. When she'd put them on this morning, Kelly had already been anticipating the fun she could have with someone after this lesson as he peeled them back off. One thing that Cleo had managed to teach her over the years was that a friendly gesture could work as well as cruelty from time to time, but Kelly's gestures of friendliness tended as immediately towards the physical as her cruelties did.

Not everyone was distracted by the video. On the desk to Kelly's right Michael Pond sat gloomily, having given up on trying to get his lab partner Darren to focus on their work rather than his phone. Darren may have been a burly rugby player, but he wasn't usually too bad, and was at least willing to put in some effort. Sitting right at the back let Michael explain things to him in a little more detail without the teacher hearing, and the boy was grateful for the help. Usually. There were other advantages to sitting at the back of the room – there was quite a lot of cool equipment that they kept stored on the back shelf – specimen jars, the large electromagnet, a van der Graaf generator... It was interesting to look at, and sometimes stuff got left on. It was way more interesting than just staring at your phone all day!

Michael didn't get the obsession with the video – sure, it had been incredibly amusing... and a little more than that, if he was honest – to watch a couple of times, and he might watch it again, in private, tonight... but Kaya wasn't the worst. Sure, she was cruel, but she didn't pick on the weakest members of the school – albeit less from an innate sense of fairness and more to do with not having any interest in people like Michael or Anna at all. This made her a hell of a lot better than Kelly, in his opinion.

Admittedly, the curvy blonde was attractive as hell - especially with those massive boobs, but even if they got most of the attention, the rest of her was still pretty fine: classic long blonde hair framing a misleadingly innocent and incredibly expressive round face broken up by a defined chin, and what was an pretty impressive figure to go with those breasts. He just found her vicious personality an absolute turn-off. While he may have liked being on the desk right next to her, it wasn't because of an interest in Kelly.

And if Michael hadn't been so focused on the next desk, he might well have been able to save Darren. Both of them thus distracted, neither noticed Dr Adams approaching until too late. The teacher coughed into his beard somewhat apologetically. "Come on Darren, you know the rules. No using phones during lessons." He paused, and there seemed to almost be a twinkle in his eye. Micheal remembered that he and poor old Dr Jennings had been good friends. "Now, I'm sure we don't have to bother the Headmaster about this, do we? I'll just have to run you down to the office while he's busy, and I'm afraid I'll have to put you in detention tonight."

Darren blinked, stunned at his good fortune – being caught using a phone in class would usually see it confiscated, especially if the headmaster got involved, and he had plans for the phone and the videos on it later – and made haste to do as he was told. The teacher raised his voice to address the rest of his class. "Now, most of you are adults now, so I'm trusting you not to cause any trouble while I'm out. Be careful with the bunsen burners, and I don't expect to see anyone using any phones once I get back – does everyone understand?" There was a murmur of assent, and the teacher and student departed.

The moment of peace was broken by a snicker from Jennifer Yin, sitting near the front of the class. She turned in her seat to look at Kelly, and a sneer crossed her pretty face.

"It looks like even some of the teachers think that your b*tchy friend got what she deserved, Kelly. Wonder if they'll cheer when you get yours as well?"

Jennifer hated Kelly. One of the many scions of fabulously wealthy Hong Kong and Chinese businessmen who played a vital role in funding British private schools, Jennifer was unusual in not being content to smile and giggle as she waited to come into her inheritance. She'd acquired this from her mother, a child of hard-working Chinese immigrants who'd sworn that her only daughter would be as dedicated as she was. The result was that Jennifer had arrived at Charles Kennelworth College speaking five languages and able to play three instruments, superior in every way... and had promptly spent the next two years being regularly worked over by a dim blonde trashy mouthbreather. She had nurtured that grudge as fastidiously as all her skills and talents, including the martial arts training she'd eventually acquired to defend herself.

Kelly snapped back, "Yeah well, you'd probably..." She trailed off, then attempted to unsuccessfully rally by telling Jennifer to leave and insert a musical instrument in an uncomfortable place. Most of the class laughed, but sadly for Kelly not at her attempt at humour. It was sad, really, Michael pondered, since there was an incredibly obvious excellent response to Jennifer's taunt that Kelly was too dim to think of, namely that most people would cheer were Jennifer to be humilated as well. One might have thought that being picked on when she was younger might have taught Jennifer some empathy, but her main objection had always been that being bullied herself was a subversion of the natural order. Kelly might hit Anna regularly, but it wasn't her who reduced the shy girl to bitter tears when she thought no one could hear. Jennifer saw her as a potential academic rival and treated her as a threat. Her barbed words were carefully targetted directly against the girl's intellect, to make her feel inadequate and cutting her off from her greatest strength. They cut more viciously than any injury Kelly could inflict.

There was the other side of it to consider, as well – Jennifer was a stunning girl whose exotic features and elegant, willowy figure were only slightly let down by her snobbish attitude and frequent sneer. She may have been too focused on schoolwork and extracurriculars to have ever had a regular boyfriend, but come the end-of-term parties she would play just as hard as she had worked, and the random selection of boys she'd ended up with afterwards unanimously agreed that she was as good in bed as she was at every other damn thing she turned her attention to.

As the laughter died down, Jennifer launched a fresh salvo. By now, even those most obsessed by the video was eagerly watching the exchange, perhaps hoping that it would devolve into a cat fight. The only one trying desperately to ignore it was Anna, still focusing desperately on the metals burning experiment in the hope that she wouldn't end up dragged into the fight between her two bullies.

"You're such a dumb sl*t, Kelly – so predictable that that's the first thing you'd think of. I guess you wouldn't be so embarrassed if it happened to you anyway, since I hear most of the school has already done a lot more than just see your cu-"

And again, there was a fine response to it that Kelly just didn't think of – while Kelly was one of the few girls who Jennifer could criticise on these grounds given her own habits, it was still fairly hypocritical – and was thus left fuming impotently. She wanted to march over and kick Jennifer's smart little head in, but knew that it wouldn't end well for her. She settled for turning and thumping Anna instead. This was a serious misjudgment – while it would normally be perfectly safe for her to abuse Anna, Anna wasn't usually busy carefully burning magnesium. The poor girl cringed, and the hotly burning metal flipped through the air – everyone really should have been wearing goggles at least – but fortunately only landed on Kelly's blouse.

And ignited.

The dim blonde screamed and flapped her hands for a second before ripping her blouse off with impressive haste (an observation that Jennifer didn't hesitate to make merry with). She threw it to the floor and stamped it out, presenting an impressive sight to the rest of the class as she did so. The pink bra underneath was surprisingly concealing – but it had to be, in order to support the astonishing breasts within. Not so much underwired as scaffolded, it lifted and held Kelly's large bust and prevented them from jiggling as she stomped – at least as much as they could. The bra may have covered a lot, but "a lot" still left a surprising amount of flesh over in this case.

Kelly was definitely curvy – thick in the American sense, as well as the British – with a pleasantly soft stomach with the barest hint of pudge. Nonetheless, those breasts were still wildly disproportionate – Kaya had assumed that they'd been enhanced, and considered them absurd even for that, yet the rest of the school had seen and remembered the process of growth across the years and knew this for the slander it was. In any case, their natural wobble at this point (now being carefully recorded by half the room) certainly disproved such notions.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the school, Dr Adams and Darren had just wrapped up their business. Darren had been signed down for detention later that day, and the teacher and student began making their way back to the classroom. It slowly dawned on Dr Adams that perhaps leaving the students alone in the lab might not have been such a good idea. While prolonging the humiliation of the lying little brat who had forced out his good friend Rupert was certainly a good thing, the whole series of events had left the students in quite an excitable state. Also, they'd had bunsen burners... Not even consciously aware of doing so, he began to increase his stride, and soon the burly rugby player found himself having to half-run to keep up with the smaller teacher.

Back at the lab, things being to take a darker turn. Up to now, things had been relatively amusing. Sadly, what happened next was rather less so. With her blouse quite thoroughly extinguished, Kelly calmed down just in time to start to panic again as she realised just what an appearance she was presenting. True, she shown much more than this to more people than there were in the room, but never more than four at once! And that had just been one time! And they hadn't filmed it to put on the internet!

Nor had Jennifer Yin been one of them, continuing to crack wise about how the speed with which Kelly had removed her blouse having been due to a lot of practice, and ridiculing her figure. Kelly really wasn't used to her breasts being insulted – the more common and expected reaction, after all, being more akin to worship. Her thighs, now, were unfortunately a frequent target of inept and crude insults from nervous and inexperienced would-be casanovas attempting to, quite unnecessarily, neg the stunning girl. It never worked – what were a few stammered lines about "fat thighs" compared to so many rapturous gazes and tender touches? The physical, after all, mattered so much more than mere words.

Yet Jennifer had a knack at turning strengths into liabilities rather than attacking more obvious weaknesses directly. Before the class and her enemy, Kelly felt small and bewildered and embarrassed, and heard the laughter rather than noticing the stares. This was all so far outside of her experience -which was rather more deep than broad – that she didn't know how to react to it at all. And in such cases, Kelly's stand-by reaction was to attempt to reassert the supremacy of the physical.

She couldn't hurt her most direct tormentor, but that her blouse had caught on fire was Anna's fault. Kelly's right fist lashed around in a truly vicious hook, smacking the poor girl hard on the side of her face and sending her tumbling to the floor. As Anna huddled, stunned, Kelly followed it up with vicious kicks (albeit with more enthusiasm than force, sparkly flat shoes not being designed to do a great deal of damage).

By now, the only person still laughing was Jennifer, who naturally found this as hilarious as before and didn't seem to notice that she was the only one. Despite these rapid and repetitive strikes having as great an effect on Kelly's collosal cleavage as had her stomping her blouse, it was no longer quite the same; even the boys recording were uncomfortably aware that this recording was swiftly moving from fap material to potential evidence, but most of them weren't quite sure how they could intervene.

Neither was Michael, despite how urgently he wanted to. His frantic mind desperately sought for some way that he could help Anna, but nothing presented itself – until, from the corner of his eye, a green light caught his eye.

The electromagnet on the back shelf directly behind the girls' desk was still plugged in, and powered up. The controls were right next to him. Practically on instinct, and only able to hope that it could help, he activated it. The effect was immediately apparent.

Kelly was surprised to find her next kick missing, not quite reaching her target. Slightly bewildered, she looked up, and found herself off balance as she did so. It felt as if something was pulling on her torso... She lowered her foot to the floor to regain her balance, feeling the pressure increase as she did so, and looked across the classroom, summing up her confusion in a single pithy phrase: "What the fu-"

The electromagnet that had been activated was a bloody big thing, acquired relatively cheap from an industrial concern that had shut down a few decades back. It took always took a good few of the stronger lads to heave it to the front of the room for the much-loved demonstrations that were done with it from time to time, usually among the science highlights of the year. Considering how powerful it was, it had to be used with great care so as not to accidentally destroy something, as id proceeded to in this case.

Kelly's bra did not so much fall off as disintegrate. The fairly elaborate metal support structure within it ripped apart and tore the fabric to shreds as it did so – Kelly was frankly lucky that it didn't harm her tender skin in the process – leaving Kelly's enormous breasts to flop gently down, revealed in their full glory.

From Kelly's perspective, she'd felt an increasing pressure around her tits which had suddenly stopped, and then the whole class has burst into cheers, wolf-whistles and cat-calls. It was utterly bewildering, and she looked at them as if they'd suddenly lost their minds.

Many of the class were in the fact thinking similar thoughts. The sight before them was so astonishing that more than a few wondered if it might be a dream or a delusion; even the handful of boys present who had seen Kelly naked before this (a number rather smaller than the number who had had sex with her, which itself was in truth not actually as large as rumour would suggest) found a certain qualatitive difference between Kelly being naked in a bedroom and Kelly standing topless in full view in a brightly lit science class.

In the sunlight streaming through the windows, Kelly's breasts revealed themselves as just as large as had ever been imagined – rather more than a generous handful apiece, large areolas nonetheless dwarfed by the total boobage available, and topped by plump pink nipples. Most of the breasts themselves were visibly paler than the rest of her tanned torso – it was fairly obvious that she had never sunbathed topless – displaying a delicate gradation to creamy pale, with a few blue veins faintly visible beneath the skin. The effect of gravity upon them as they had been unleashed from their pink prison had been mesmerising, and continued to be quite pronounced as they hung from the girl's torso.

For Kelly, full realisation of just what had happened was slow in coming. She stood staring at the rest of the class in confusion, gradually noticing that most of them seemed to be looking rather lower than her face. It wasn't terribly unusual for people not to meet her eyes, so it took a while for her to notice – and to almost subconsciously flick her gaze down to look at her bra for a second before looking back at the room. The penny dropped.

From the perspective of those watching, Kelly – with perfect comic timing that a stand-up would kill for – did a double-take as her gaze snapped back down again to her exposed breasts. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in astonishment – she really did have the most incredibly expressive face – and she slowly looked back at the room with an expression of sheer befuddlement coupled with a sense of cosmic betrayal at the sheer unfairness of the universe. She clapped her hands over her breasts in an attempt at concealment that would have been utterly futile both temporally and physically even if she hadn't spread out her fingers.

For Kelly this was like a sudden nightmare. Her blouse catching on fire had been bad enough, but on top of that... what the hell had happened to her bra? And the entire class was watching, and recording every minute of this – it was going to be even worse for her than it had been for Kaya! There was nothing she could do! The videos had been made. The whole school would have seen her breasts by tomorrow, and they'd have spread across the internet by the end of the week. All she could do was get out of here before things got worse. She paused, a word on the tip of her tongue that perfectly summed up her feelings at this moment.

"Fuck." She bolted straight for the door as fast as her legs could carry her, with her desperate grip at least saving her from receiving, as per the old joke, two black eyes. This raised the question of quite how she planned to open the door with both her hands clasped tight to her breasts, but it was a mystery that was destined to remain eternally unsolved.

There was a reason that Darren had been so obsessed with the video as to risk its confiscation at his teacher's hand. The rugby team might not have much fortune against their sporting rivals, but his key role within it coupled with his impressively muscled physique was enough to make Darren a Big Man on Campus – and a prime target of Kaya's flirtations. He'd often found himself tossing and turning as he contemplated the mysteries of what lay just out of sight beneath that short skirt. Monday lunchtimes were rugby practice. The team was always last to lunch, and ended up waiting in the hall for the seats to empty to let them grab some food, so Darren had thought nothing of staying after practice to discuss strategies for the upcoming game with the coach, knowing that all he'd miss would be a boring wait.

And because of that, he'd missed seeing in the flesh that magnificent arse about which he'd so long fantasised, with the videos proving an inadequate substitute. He swore that he would do whatever it took not to miss an opportunity such as that again. This was why he broke into a full charge as he heard the loud laughter echoing from the room to which he returned, leaving Dr Adams behind as he pelted for the door. This time, whatever was happening, he wouldn't miss it!

And he didn't miss. He hit the door as if he was tackling City Grammar's full-back, and it in turn smacked straight into Kelly's face. There was rather more force behind it than with which she had punched Anna.

Kelly's feet left the floor entirely. She tumbled arse over teakettle right over the teacher's desk, and managed to take out the model skeleton next to it as well, in the process revealing that her panties today were a navy blue satin. She sprawled across the floor, utterly poleaxed. This was really a moment that would benefit from being watched again and again, from multiple angles and in slow-motion – and indeed, it would be. Those watching would notice how Kelly's feet in their sparkly flats flailed as she tipped over the desk, the mesmerising bounce of those breasts as she flipped over and smashed into the skeleton, and the way she actually landed boob first onto the hard floor.

By now, most of the class was almost choking with laughter. Darren stood in the doorway, utterly bewildered at the reaction of the class before him. There seemed to be nothing especially amusing that he could see. Dr Adams finally caught up, and peered around Darren's bulk.

"What is going on he- Kelly?!?"

Having fewer thoughts than most to gather, Kelly had managed to stumble to her feet, clutching her dazed head and staggering slightly . A skeletal arm dangled from her shoulder. And, of course, she had entirely forgotten to cover her magnificent breasts. An astonished and disbelieving smile burst across Darren's face like the sunrise, and Kelly began to return it on instinct.

Then she remembered where she was, and what was happening, and panicked all over again. She clapped her hands over her breasts once more, and then jerked them away again, crying out in pain, as this sent jolts of agony through her. Her impromptu tumble and that harsh landing had left them tender. Dazed, panicked and confused, and with Darren quite thoroughly blocking the doorway, Kelly turned tail and darted out through the side door onto the maintenance pathway, her uncovered breasts leaping wildly as she did so.

Her frantic run took her halfway around the school before the ache of her breasts compelled her to stop. There was a reason she had to wear support; running like this without it would leave her breasts in agony. She touched them carefully, whimpering with the pain, and realised that she was now stuck out on the stone repair balcony - officially forbidden to students - that ran around the outside of the third floor. Luckily, the wall around it was high enough to prevent outside eyes from seeing her. However, there was no way down – not that leaving the school like this was an option anyway – so her only choice was to keep going and hope she could find an unlocked door or open window leading into an empty room. Anything would be better, she thought, than having to return to the science lab, still topless and embarrassed.

She moved slower now, trying to reduce the strain on her jiggling breasts. She managed to sneak past a few more classrooms without being spotted – or so she thought; in actuality one Year Nine class got to see a sight that they would never forget – before, to her joy, finding a window to an empty study room left wide open.

She carefully crawled through it, successfully getting her breasts through without whacking them on the base, and was preparing to manoevre her hips and arse through when the window slipped. It dropped like a guillotine, though fortunately not as sharp, and smacked hard onto Kelly's back, squeezing her chubby little tummy within it. She squealed in pain, and wriggled, thoroughly stuck, the gap now left far too small to fit either her breasts or arse through, and her angle such that there was no way she could reach around to open the window. It was an awkward position, too – the window was just far enough off the ground that she was left with her feet on tip-toes and her hands barely supporting her. Fortunately for Kelly, she wouldn't be left stuck in this awkward fashion for long.

Unfortunately for Kelly, this was because someone had heard her squeak of pain, and immediately came running. Three boys who Kelly didn't recognise – she thought they might be younger but wasn't sure – burst through the door, and froze in shock upon seeing the beautiful topless blonde trapped in the window. Kelly immediately screamed and covered her breasts, and once again fell prey to cruel physics.

Her trapped tummy now served as a fulcrum. Kelly's top half, for two obvious reasons, was rather heavier than her bottom; with her hands no longer supporting her, there could only be one result. Kelly's legs lifted from the ground, kicking wildly; one of her sparkly shoes was lost entirely, soaring over the side of the balcony and to the ground far below. Her flailing legs rapped a frantic staccato against the outside of the window. Kelly had little time to notice this before she saw the ground rise up and smack her in the nose. Since this position was rather more embarrassing still, she was forced to remove her hands from her breasts and scramble back to a horizontal position, leaving her boobies entirely exposed once again to the young eyes before her. She blushed.

The three rather geeky-looking teenagers seemed to be staring at her, unmoved. "Help me!" the blonde desperately pleaded, hoping that they might actually open the window.

In fact, it wasn't cruel dispassion that froze the boys, but shock; Colby and Ablemann were both rather quiet and shy boys whose experience of the opposite sex up this point had left them entirely unprepared for the sight of a stunning and curvaceous topless blonde desperately scrabbling to keep her balance before them. The third boy, Brencker, was a different matter; while just as surprised, his mind rapidly slid into gear and coldly considered the opportunity lying before him. He spoke, sly and cool:

"Well, what will you off-"

"I'll give you all blowjobs if you let me out!" offered Kelly desperately, shocking the schemer, who had indeed been planning to extract just such an agreement before it was freely offered. He was left slightly disgruntled by the ease of it all, while his friends' shocked silence reached a new pitch.

Brencker pondered it for a moment. "How do we know you'll keep your word?" he asked slyly. "How about you give us all blowjobs and then we let you out?"

"Hang on, this is..." stammered Colby. "I'm not sure that..."

Ablemann nodded frantic agreement with this.

Brencker almost growled. To have such a chance stolen away! "What exactly is your problem? She offered this! It's Kelly Jones!"

The two boys blushed and stammered, Colby eventually managing to stutter that while he knew of Kelly, he didn't really know her, and given her reputation...

Brencker blinked. "So you'd be okay with her sucking your dick, you're just scared of her seeing it?" The others managed to make it clear that this was so. Kelly was left slightly baffled by the whole exchange.

Brencker sighed, and strolled over to the balcony door that Kelly had ignored in her haste to get through the window; it was of course unlocked for access during the day. He calmly strode around behind Kelly, taking the opportunity to look up her skirt as he did so, before carefully removing her remaining shoe and peeling off the knee sock underneath as Kelly squirmed. This was not the circumstances she had imagined them being removed under. This task complete, he walked back inside and used Kelly's own knee sock to blindfold her.

She protested slightly at this – she'd have been happy to blow all three of them, but would have preferred to do so not stuck in such an awkward position, and certainly hadn't expected to be blindfolded while doing so – but realised that this was probably her best chance of getting free with some dignity intact. It wasn't exactly the weirdest thing she'd done, anyway.

Knee socks may not make the most effective blindfold, but it was sufficient to quell the boys' concerns. Colby stepped forward as Kelly tried to smile at him invitingly – unable to see, she missed – and then paused at looked at Brencker until he "politely" averted his gaze with bad grace(he had been looking forward almost as much to seeing Kelly give blowjobs as to receiving one from her himself). He restricted himself to listening – a zipper, followed by slurping sounds and the occasional giggle from Kelly. At last there came a groan, and after giving it a moment he turned around to see Colby stagger to a seat, a stunned expression on his face.

Kelly licked her lips. "Who's next?" Brencker motioned for Ablemann to take his turn before turning away again; Colby appeared to have fallen asleep in the chair. Once again similar sounds, for slightly longer this time; Ablemann wasn't as dazed as Colby had been once he was done, but seemed almost drunk with jubiliation. "Is it okay if I go and clean up?" he asked.

Brencker hid his glee at this; it was what he'd been hoping for. "Fine, so long as you take him with you," he said. Ablemann dragged his friend out of the room, politely thanking "Miss Jones" before he left (she giggled again in response, and again missed them entirely with her smile).

It hadn't been anything like as bad as she'd been thinking! The two boys had seemed perfectly nice, and if it hadn't been up to her usual standard since she was unable to use her hands, they'd certainly seemed to like it well enough. Not enough boys thanked her like that afterwards, in her opinion. There was only one more to go, and she'd be out!

Sadly, Brencker was not a perfectly nice boy. Kelly's first sign that this would be different was when his opening gambit was to cruelly twist her nipple. "Ow! Wait, that wasn't th-gurk!" That he rammed into her mouth as she was thus protesting took her by surprise, but she quickly adapted; she'd had a few guys do this sort of forceful thing before, and she didn't really understand what the point was since it prevented her from using her best techniques. They couldn't be getting the best experience from it. As she expected, she soon felt his hands on the back of her head to further control things – did he really think that he had a better idea of how this should work than she did? - and so she let him take the lead, the blind leading the eagle-eyed.

For Brencker, while it wasn't working quite as well as he'd hoped, he found it nice enough. Yet he just wanted a little more, a perfect way to finish this up. He had just the idea. He waited until just the right moment, and then ripped off the blindfold, aiming carefully for her eyes as she blinked at the sudden burst of light.

Of course, his issue wasn't quite as productive as he'd been expecting based on the special-interest gentleman's cinema he'd watched, but by chance it managed to be just enough to land in both of Kelly's eyes. She cried out in annoyance and pain, and swore at him, trying to simultaneously keep herself balanced, wipe her eyes, and strike out at him. Her clumsily-aimed blow was easily ignored, and he slipped around her to open the window fully, letting her tumble through and onto the floor as she lost her balance.

Kelly blinked frantically, and wiped at her eyes, her vision nothing but a painful blur. She didn't resist as Brencker helped her to her feet – if she had, she would've certainly been too heavy for him to lift – though she protested as he then shoved her through the door into the corridor.

As the door slammed behind her, she realised with mounting horror that she was in an even worse position than before. She was still totally topless, but now she'd lost both her shoes as well as one of her socks, her tummy hurt from where she'd caught it in the window, she couldn't see properly, and she wasn't entirely sure where in the school she actually was. Also, she was pretty sure that she had some cum on her face.

She groped along the corridor, moving carefully to ensure that she wouldn't trip over anything and hurt herself further, and only able to hope that she wouldn't bump into anyone before she found something to conceal herself with.

And then she heard Cleo's voice! Her only chance of getting out of this without further humiliation. She stumbled as she hit the door in front of her, hoping that she might be able to subtly attract Cleo's attention for help, only for Cleo to fall silent in that moment. She blinked frantically, rubbing at her eyes, and finally the pain and the blur subsided enough for Kelly to see clearly... and to immediately wish that she couldn't.

Today, Cleo Valentine had been attending the Future Young Leaders of the Future Leadership Forum, and Kelly had just interrupted her speech – the big speech that she had been giving to half the school staff, a significant number of the more ambitious older students, male and female, and a few of the City's great and good including both the Lord Mayor and the local MP. She boggled at them in stunned horror as they stared back at the figure that had staggered through the doorway – a beautiful 18-year-old blonde with a stunning figure, wearing nothing but a school uniform skirt and a single knee sock, standing in full view with her enormous breasts entirely unconcealed, and smeared semen drying in her bedraggled hair and across her horrified face.

Feedback
 

I liked it.

I didn't really know what to expect when you said this chapter was going to be 'harder' but I think your latest installment was great. I've always felt that a proper story should escalate and get more intense as it goes on. You started off with a stripping and if the next step in your eyes is sexual acts then that's perfectly fine.

To be honest, your 'hard' section was a great deal softer than some of the stuff that I've read on this board. You weren't very graphic and mostly skipped through the acts themselves by having Brencker avert his eyes. So you don't have anything to worry about in that regard.

You need to decide what kind of story you want to write and what aspect you want to focus on. Do you want to concentrate on the actual stripping like inertianine said and emphasize the tension with a slow strip or do you want to center the story around sexual acts and putting the girls in increasingly erotic situations as it goes on. It is possible to balance both if you build up to the acts properly.

Both of your chapters were excellently written with proper set up, changes of POV to explain character motivations and included quality detail where it was needed. So whatever direction you decide to take this story in, I'll be eagerly reading along and enjoying every minute of it.

I like your writing style, you have an amusing way of making us wait for the information, but providing information from which we can deduce a clearer picture of the characters, settings, and situations. That said, I thought the first installation was masterful. The overt sexual content of the second one wasn't to my taste at all, but I assume different strokes for different folks. I really just want to see Kaya and Chloe in a "mean girl" humiliation battle. But that's just me.

Great story, perhaps something involving a swimming team or pool party would be a good story.

Curse Karma College Part 3
 

Third part. The next one might take a bit more work; I'm incredibly grateful for all of the feedback so far, which helped me to realise what were the more successful elements.
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Curse Karma College Part 3

All through Thursday, the entire school seemed to be electrified. Even the very youngest students – many of them too young to fully appreciate the videos – thought it all very funny. With two of the Three now having been publicly exposed and humiliated, everyone was expecting and anticipating the next victim to be Cleo Valentine herself.

This was obviously a source of great concern to Cleo particularly, who had to deal both with the fear that something would indeed happen soon and the eager anticipation of many in the school. This alone was almost bad enough for the petite redhead, who'd gone to such lengths over her time at the school to cultivate, if not fondness, at least a wary respect and fear among the student body. And now, instead, everyone was wondering just how much of her pale flesh would soon be seen by all and sundry.

It had taken all her considerable skills of persuasion – and, no doubt, a bit of tearful filial pleading from Kaya – to spare Kelly from being punished after her surprise appearance at the Future Young Leaders of the Future Leadership Forum. An accident in a science lab, she'd gotten scared, ran to find Cleo... neatly skipping over just what exactly had been on her face... There had been little that Cleo could do, however, about the punishment that Kelly received for beating up Anna Richardson – and on camera no less! It was enough that she wouldn't be suspended, expelled, or maybe even face criminal charges. She was certainly going to be in detention for the rest of her time at the school – and Cleo was angry enough at Kelly not to care.

Even for Kelly, it had been incredibly stupid – and horribly embarrassing for Cleo personally! She'd been preparing that speech for months, a chance to secure her future and show up Felicity Jenner at the same time. Couldn't Kelly at least have burst in during her speech instead? Instead she'd been unable to finish her speech, everyone being too distracted after the sight that Kelly had presented, and then had to put with snide comments about the people that "some" chose to associate with.

Cleo growled in frustration and anger, absently rubbing her erect nipple as the hot water sluiced over her head.

To explain: several years ago, Cleo had arrived early one Friday morning in order to finish preparations for a major party over the weekend, only to discover to her surprise that the school was almost abandoned at this time, the students already anticipating a Saturday lie-in. Most other days were a different story, with Monday in particular seeing the school swarming with procrastinators frantically trying to complete weekend homework, while other days had pre-school clubs.

But Friday was a haven, a time where Cleo could get some peace and privacy - something sorely lacking at home since she had three younger brothers – to plot schemes and plan parties however she so desired. And she could even take a long, luxurious shower before dressing in her uniform for the day ahead – nobody else used the showers by the gym block in the morning, with even the few early-arriving cyclists naturally using the showers nearer the entrance. These ones were right out of the way, on the other side of the school, and entirely for Cleo's own use, letting her bathe in peace. Or, when she was feeling a little tense, make use of the privacy to... ease some frustrations.

Her hand snaked down, over her pale stomach, brushing across the trimmed patch of red she kept specifically to remind her lovers that yes, it was her real hair colour, and down to... yes. She let her mind drift, pondering the problems that faced her right now. Who most needed to be destroyed?

There was Kaya, of course, always Kaya – the enemy she kept close. The most important thing there was to be aware that Kaya was always plotting against her, and to take appropriate precautions in consideration of this. The events of Monday had weakened Kaya considerably, but she could well be more dangerous in this state if she decided that she had less to lose, and she hadn't been left as vulnerable by it as Cleo would've predicted – she'd still been able to prevail upon her father to protect her somewhat, she'd apparently gone deep into denial to cope, and she was so eager to get back into things that she was returning today, on crutches. How she'd cope with the widespread presence of the videos of her was another matter, and it remained to be seen what effect that would have on her mental state and her reputation.

A girl on her mind since the Future Young Leaders of the Future Leadership Forum – Felicity Jenner. She wasn't much to look at compared to many in the school – a platinum-haired girl of average height with a cute figure but nothing particularly special. At least, until she fixed her bright blue eyes upon someone and started talking – she spoke with incredible intensity, with a gorgeous voice, and she became astonishingly animated whenever she did so. The passion with which she frequently spoke was incredibly persuasive, and Cleo had even found herself nodding in agreement during one of Felicity's speeches. Yet in many ways, she was not as much of a direct threat to Cleo as her skills would suggest – Felicity had little interest in the politics of the school, choosing to focus solely on her future political aspirations.

Many politicians start out as optimistic idealists, wanting to do what they can to make the world a better place. Over time, the necessary compromises to achieve power and the inevitable temptations once they have done so gradually corrupt them until, without even realising it, they wake up one morning to find themselves hollow shells devoted to nothing but their own influence and gain.

Felicity was a few steps ahead of most budding student politicians.

As one of the daughters of an incredibly wealthy Old Kennelworthian (the other being her twin sister Flora, who was very different), she had further advantages. Not that Cleo herself had hesitated to exploit them in the past – the enormous Jenner home was a spectacular party venue – but her constant sneers and superior attitude towards those who didn't have a similarly shining future made her disliked by most.

Nonetheless, she'd certainly achieved a measure of fame and influence within the school, but this made her more a target of opportunity than a serious threat – someone to destroy to boost Cleo's own power. It would be nice to do it, but there were more pressing targets at the moment. She already knew exactly what to do when the moment was right.

Cleo's fingers darted deeper, faster. It may seem odd to combine plotting the destruction of enemies with such personal entertainments, but it was simply how Cleo was. One relaxed her mind, one her body; for her, they were natural partners.

Her other hand cupped her breast, and she twirled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. They were a nice size, she thought – nowhere near the size of Kelly's, of course (that had mattered intensely to her for a time when she was younger) and probably smaller than Kaya's, as well – but enough there to hold, and not so much as to make it impossible for her to forego a bra if it would break the lines of a dress.

Over time, she'd grown to recognise the advantages that her pale, slightly pointy breasts had over the more obvious charms of Kelly's massive melons. They didn't bounce out of control if she moved too quickly or give her balance problems or lower back pains; just enough for her or a lover to cup comfortably. They weren't the sole focus of anyone's attention, but just one fine part of the whole – most importantly, they were hers. She was used to them just the way they were. She smiled, her mind drifting again.

Of those who held more direct power within the school hierarchy, the most obvious was the Feminist Society. Some would call them men-hating feminazis – and why not? It was a very useful slur, and one that Cleo had happily used against them in the past. That it wasn't fair mattered not - even the members of the society who most fit the stereotype were motivated more by youthful exuberance than anything else, and since the entire group were teenagers making their first forays into such philosophies they tended to disagree with each other most of the time. But if they did agree with each other long enough to raise an issue, the school staff would always take it seriously – it wasn't worth the potential for negative publicity if they didn't.

They had occasionally used this power well – Cleo was very happy to be able to wear trousers during the coldest parts of the winter, especially because Kaya and Kelly didn't. It had taken quite heroic amounts of effort last winter not to laugh herself sick as Kaya had frozen her knees off in her usual short skirt – those long legs hadn't looked so good when goose-pimpled and trembling! - while Cleo remained comfortably snug and sexy in well-fitted trousers.

No, the real problem with the Feminist Society was its current head, Stephanie Chormer. She was attractive in a terrifying way, with dark blonde hair trimmed in a severe bob, and her trendy spectacles did nothing to conceal her dead, shark-like eyes. Cleo had to admire the way she'd clawed her way to power, but it was of a fragile kind – other than the Feminist Society itself, the rest of the student body felt much the same about Stephanie as they did Cleo – fear and dislike, mostly – with the exception that Cleo supplied entertainment and parties while Stephanie occasionally put a stop to them, such as the time she'd stopped the School Disco with a rather confused justification about it being a "meat market". Some of the Feminist Society may have believed it, but not anyone else. Probably not even Stephanie herself.

All of Stephanie's power came from her role in the Feminist Society, and could be destroyed the same way. Reignite a conflict within the group, and Stephanie would have nothing.

If Felicity had been born great and Stephanie had achieved greatness, then Claire Prentiss had had greatness thrust upon her.

She'd been a joyless prissy teacher's pet since before she'd arrived at the school, but what had been an unusual quirk in an eleven-year-old had become less amusing when she'd been made Head Girl at the start of this year, probably in an effort to balance out the more conventional and popular choice of Head Boy in Tom Steele. And she had striven to do so since then, making every effort to clamp down on any and all possible transgressions. She hated the Three in particular, for their various breaches of the rules, but especially for Cleo's parties, which she saw as amoral and illegal. Admittedly, they often were, but it wasn't like it was any of her business.

She could actually have been fairly popular if she had had any interest in such things – her unconventional and stark beauty was a topic of frequent conversation and envy. Her long raven-black hair actually worked with her pale skin, and her buttoned-up uniform couldn't entirely hide her impressive figure. It was really kind of a waste – Cleo would've loved to have a figure like that!

Destroying her would take a gamble. Exploit her hatred, and lure her into a trap, having her think she was exposing some great immorality. Or, conversely, shatter that perfect reputation – which would be more of a challenge, but even more satisfying.

Her fingers were moving rapidly now, and she couldn't quite prevent a whimper from escaping her mouth. She bit her lip to prevent a repeat – better safe than sorry – reducing her sounds to rapid gasps of breath and the slick friction of her sliding fingers, both covered by the hammering water.

Cleo's own skin was almost as pale as Claire's, though she thought it worked even better with her flame-red hair than with black. While she couldn't tan – she burnt in the sun far too easily – this at least meant that she had no tan lines to disrupt the gorgeous creamy expanse. One of her boyfriends – she forgot exactly which one – had described her skin as looking like "warm milk", which was at least evocative if almost entirely meaningless.

It did mean that any points of colour – such as her red bush – really did stand out. Also her nipples – the areolae were pale enough that they were barely darker than the rest of her boob and almost blended in, but by contrast her nipples were much pinker, and sensitive enough that they tended to start acting up on their own rather than just when she was cold or turned on. Right now, with her tweaking both of them furiously, they felt like tiny bullets.

There were a few potential rivals who'd achieved influence not through great success within the corridors of the school but out on the field instead. The constant failure of the boys' sports teams to gain glory or success for Charles Kennelworth had left a vacancy for the position of Jock-in-Chief; one which had been quite enthusiastically filled by Miss Erica Vickers.

She thrived at sports throughout the year, but above all was a football ace, dependably scoring the winning goal to net the trophy for the College year after year. And she partied as hard as she played – a reliable fixture who enlivened every party Cleo ever threw. Yet despite this, she openly disdained Cleo herself for being weak and girly – for doing more with her hair than just pulling it back into a rough ponytail as Erica did with her chestnut locks, for giving a damn about clothes and make-up, for actually having boyfriends rather than a procession of drunken lovers.

It would honestly be a genuine pleasure to orchestrate her downfall, and it would be as simple as scheduling a party right before a big game. Cleo doubted that Erica would play quite as well exhausted and hungover.

The last was a mystery. Leanne Amato's grades were no better than Kelly's, and her cheerfully dim demeanour was no more impressive either. Yet somehow she had become Cheer Captain... a role – no, a team – that wouldn't exist without her efforts.

Cheerleading had never been as big in Britain as it was in the US, and certainly not in schools like Charles Kennelworth. A decade ago, the idea that the school would ever have a Cheerleading team, let alone an award-winning one, would have seemed absurd. That was until Leanne Amato had decided to start one. And succeeded spectacularly.

In an American TV show, the Cheer Captain would be – well, it would be Cleo. In such stories, the cheerleaders are the school's elite, teenage succubi flouncing around in short uniforms and ruling the school. The Bulldogs differed from this in a number of important respects, starting with the fact that the majority of them weren't yet teenagers.

Well over half the team were from the younger end of the school: tiny adorable children – girls and boys – who had happily joined the team once Leanne and her closest allies had managed to start winning trophies. Tiny adorable children who worshipped Leanne as a living god.

Even the older ones, and Leanne herself, weren't primarily figures of sex appeal. Oh, they were certainly attractive – no girl flexible enough to do a perfect splits can be entirely repulsive to the opposite sex – but it was more a side effect of their astounding athleticism rather than the main point. Leanne herself was lithe and petite rather than properly sexy, and while some were attracted to her ceaselessly sunny attitude just as many found it intensely irritating.

To Cleo, Leanne was a bewildering threat, since she couldn't be certain how someone so unintelligent could have achieved so much. She couldn't possible be as stupid as she seemed – which meant she must surely be far more cunning indeed. To Cleo's eye, every cheerful smile only further proved the danger hidden beneath that brightly dyed short blue hair.

Leanne was a social and friendly girl who thrived on the company of others. A campaign of whispers to turn that against her – maybe even rumours vile enough to have her separated from her little minions as a "precaution" – would crush her spirit utterly.

These were her enemies, and that was how she could destroy them. She was still in control.

With a final gasp, it came. Pleasure swept over Cleo, and she felt her tension and worries slip away, and wash down the plughole with the water. After a moment to catch her breath, she stepped out of the shower feeling perfectly relaxed and ready for the day ahead – sadly, an attitude not destined to last for long.

It took her sleepy and sated mind a few moments to notice the problem. Her gaze swept over her towel, her toiletries bag, and... where were her clothes?

All the panic and tension she thought she had got past came rushing back twice as strong. Her heart was pounding hard, and she felt light-headed. She fought an absurd urge to cover her naked body with her hands, and she was suddenly incredibly aware of her own nudity.

Cleo took a deep breath, and focused on calming herself. She looked at what had happened.

All of her clothes – both her clean uniform and the casual clothes she had worn into school – had vanished entirely. Even the horrible scratchy spare robes that had been hanging by the door were gone. And yet her towel hadn't been touched – it was exactly where she had left it, so it couldn't have been tampered with or replaced. Who in the world would take all her clothes and yet still leave her with a towel?

*****

"You left her towel?!? What were you thinking?"

Kelly looked insulted and mutinous. "You only told me to take her clothes. You didn't say anything about a towel."

Kaya wanted to scream. How could anyone be expected to cope with someone that stupid?

She'd thought that playing on Kelly's resentment that Cleo hadn't stopped her from being put in detention – and that Cleo hadn't yet been embarrassed as they had – was a stroke of genius, especially since she couldn't possibly have snuck into the showers on crutches. But she'd underestimated Kelly's stupidity – it really wouldn't work half as well if Cleo could wrap herself up in a nice towel.

Still, there were a few things that the crutches would help with. Kaya had had a few days to think about things, and she'd decided that the only possible way things could've happened as they had was if Cleo had somehow set her up to be exposed like she had been. She didn't have the first idea how Cleo could've done it, but it was irrelevant. It was time for the little redhead midget to receive some long overdue humiliation.

*****

Cleo was about as calm as she could be, given the circumstances. Her mind raced as she considered her options.

Kaya would freeze, stay where she was – hide in the showers and hope for rescue. That wouldn't work – the next people to use the showers would undoubtedly be a class changing for PE, and she'd end up just as embarrassed then.

Kelly would panic and run, hoping to somehow escape. Ironically, that might have actually worked if she hadn't taken longer than usual in the shower working off her nerves; by now, however, the school was coming to life and there would be enough people in the corridors for her to have no chance of finding some clothes without being spotted.

But that wouldn't be the case forever. Soon, the bell would ring for assembly, and everyone would gather in the hall. Leave it a few minutes for the stragglers, and the corridors would be empty once more. She could sneak out, grab some clothes, and blame her lateness on traffic problems – a minor demerit at worst.

While she was waiting, she might as well get ready – she was going into battle, so she would need her warpaint. She towelled herself dry carefully, dried and brushed her long red hair, put on her make-up just as she normally would – a little around her eyes to draw attention to their beautiful emerald shade, some pink lip-gloss to make her lips stand out from her pale face (but not too much – with her white skin, it was all too easy to end up looking like a clown or a hooker).

The bell for assembly rang just as she was putting on the finishing touches. Perfect. She looked at her body in the mirror. Her make-up was just right, and her hair was fantastic. If she'd actually had clothes to wear, she'd be totally ready for the day!

Without that minor detail, the rest of the body was exposed instead. In the chill air of the changing room – or perhaps due to her nervousness – her nipples were hard again, standing proudly and horribly obviously from her pale boobs. And her flame red landing strip only served to draw attention – it might as well be a bright red arrow pointing to her exposed pussy. If only she hadn't just trimmed her bush earlier in the week, it would at least have concealed her to some extent! She sighed. It couldn't be helped.

She grabbed the towel, and wrapped in around herself, wishing for the first time in her life that she was a little shorter. She had much bigger towels than this at home, but she'd chosen a much smaller one to bring in today, not having expected to have to wear it. As it was, the towel was much shorted than she'd like – if it was high enough to cover her breasts and to tuck securely under her armpits it was barely long enough to cover her arse, looking like a mini-dress shorter than even Kaya would wear. If she so much as started to run it would flip up and reveal... well, everything!

Not that running would be wise – it would just end up with her slipping over, probably. She had plenty of time to find clothes while everyone was in assembly – all she had to do was walk calmly and swiftly. She checked herself in the mirror one last time, then strode carefully out through the door.

She immediately winced at the harsh feel of the gym block corridor on her bare feet, before carrying on more gingerly than before. At least she'd picked the time right – it was just as quiet as she'd hoped, with the entire school safely in assembly. She reached the exit to the building and peered outside carefully.

Charles Kennelworth College had grown over the decades, absorbing neighbouring houses and buildings as it did. Some of them had been knocked down and replaced with new, more appropriate, school blocks; others had been gutted and repurposed as classrooms while remaining their older outward appearance. From the gym block it was fortunately just a quick walk to the side entrance of the 'new' block – actually decades old – in which there would be any number of Lost Property boxes she could raid for suitable clothes. She stepped outside, shivering in the cold air; the rough ground under her feet was actually quite unpleasant.

Already beginning to relax, Cleo strode quickly over to the door, which refused to open. It was locked. This had not been part of the plan.

Pretty much all of the doors within the school were kept unlocked as a matter of course, for reasons of fire safety. For this to be locked like this was unlikely, and quite a horrendous stroke of bad luck. Cleo struggled desperately not to panic. She couldn't afford to waste any time. She moved on to the next door into the new block – which was also locked.

*****

By now assembly was in full swing, but Kaya wasn't listening to a word. Her thoughts had been on the other side of the school, eagerly anticipating Cleo's shock and fear as she discovered the theft of her clothes. Kaya assumed that Cleo would react in the same way as she would, and hide in the changing rooms hoping for help to arrive – but Kaya had no plans of letting her get away so easily.

With her mobility restricted by her bandaged foot, Kaya obviously couldn't be expected to sit among the rabble. Instead, she was allowed to stand by the doors, with the understanding being that she could make her exit before the rest of the students and thus avoid the crush. But it also allowed her to slip out before then – she could claim she was going to the toilet, or perhaps to take another painkiller for her poor, aching ankle – and make her careful way down the hall to the fire alarm lever.

*****

Cleo bit her lip, resting her head against the door as her thoughts swirled. For both of these doors to be locked was unlikely, but theoretically possible this early in the morning. After all, the reason she used the gym block showers was because this side of the school was hardly used so early on Friday; if the doors had been locked last night for whatever reason, it was just possible that maintenance hadn't yet got round to unlocking them. But it left her in some difficulty.

Up to now, she'd not gone outside of the narrow stretch of ground between the gym and the new block. It was tucked away and relatively closed in, which was certainly a great comfort for a girl wearing nothing but a too-short towel. But to get to any other doors would require her to step out into the open schoolyard properly – at which point almost anyone left wandering around the school might see her – and worse, she'd be visible through the window from the Hall itself if anyone in assembly happened to glance out. But she really had no other option – the longer she stood around waiting, the less time she'd have to find clothes before assembly finished, and there really was nowhere else she could go.

She steadied her breathing once again, resecured her towel, and stepped out into the yard.

If stepping outside had been unpleasant, this was far worse. The space felt horribly open and exposed to the barely-clad redhead. Every window of the school buildings towering around her seemed to glare down at her, burning straight through the flimsy towel. She tried desperately to ignore the feelings of exposure – at this point, she really couldn't afford to wait around – and went straight for the nearest door. By this point, she wasn't expecting it to be unlocked, and she wasn't disappointed. Her only option would have to be the main door to the new block – the double doors front and centre on the building and which were in almost constant use throughout the day.

The only problem was that they were still some way along the building, right in the centre of the yard – and directly across from the hall, in perfect view of the windows. She would have to move quickly. She set off at a swift walking pace.

She was halfway there when the fire alarm went off with a sudden screeching wail. Cleo jumped in surprise, almost losing her towel, and froze for a second as the adrenaline rushed through her. In the event of a fire drill, students were to assemble in the yard.

Where she already was. Where students would start pouring into from the Hall at any second. With this horrific realisation, Cleo at last broke into a desperate run. She had to get through the doors! Even then, she wouldn't be safe – the staff and prefects would start combing the rooms as procedure, to make sure that no students were hiding and skiving off from the correct fire drill. As her bare feet slapped hard against the hard stone of the yard she heard the doors to the hall opening before her, the mumble of voices as students started stepping out. She increased her speed, in as much as she could while struggling to keep the towel behind her, and not even realising that she was giving the first students through the door a free show of her cute little white ass.

As they first noticed, they stopped; the mumble of students invigorated by a fire drill in the middle of a dull assembly became the qualitatively more interested hum of students noticing and passing on in whispers that Queen Bee Cleo Valentine, naked-but-for-a-towel, was pelting headlong across the yard towards the doors – which of course motivated those at the back to start pushing through for a chance to see this glorious sight.

This, oddly enough, actually worked in Cleo's favour, the only thing so far which had. The relatively orderly egress of students through the doors became a scrummaging mob desperate to see, and naturally became slower as the flow bottled up in the doorways. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite slow enough, and the entire student body flowed inexorably into the yard, with the first fortunate few pulling out smartphones to record the sight before them as they moved in closer.

Cleo wasn't consciously aware of any of this, of course, focusing solely on the pounding of her soles on stone, her desperate gasps for breath, and the approaching door. She slowed her frantic race as she approached, reaching out with one hand to desperately grab the handles and yank it open – all of an inch before the locked doors reached their limit, and with a surprised scream Cleo find herself slammed against it.

She pulled on the door repeatedly, hoping that it had just been a fluke. It was no use. For all her efforts, the best she could do was rattle the doors, pulling them out and apart by an inch or two, but nowhere near enough for even a girl as slight as Cleo to slip through. Just wide enough, however, for something else to slip through – the end of her tightly wrapped towel was just loose enough to d**** into the slight gap. Cleo didn't notice this. She bit her lip nervously as she registered the laughter behind, her eyes widening in horror, as she realised where she was. She turned around.

"Fudge," Cleo whispered (even in extremis she had learned to mince her oaths), staring at what seemed to be every single person in the school. Some stared back. Some were openly ogling. Many were recording her with their phones, or at least taking pictures. She looked down to make sure that her towel hadn't slipped, noticing again that it still left all of her pale legs entirely exposed. She looked back at the students, realising with mounting panic just what sort of sight she presented. Instinctively, she tried to back away, pushing the doors tightly closed behind her – and unbeknownst to her, trapping of the edge of her towel tightly between them.

This time, despite her best efforts, she couldn't suppress her panic. She had no plan, no way to escape. Everyone was looking at her! She gulped, her green eyes wide with panic and her heart racing, and at last her nerve broke. She broke into a run, desperate to escape – or rather, she tried to. Something went wrong – it seemed like it pulled against her, and she stumbled and fell, landing on her hands and knees on the hard stone. She looked up and pushed herself quickly to her feet, ready to make another break for it, when she realised that the jeering laughter of her fellow students seemed to have reached a different pitch. Some were even cheering. She froze in sudden wild surmise, and glanced back, hoping against hope not to see confirmation of what she already knew she would see.

Her towel had been trapped in the doors – and now trailed miserably across the floor, dangling from where she had inadvertently left it.

Cleo was standing entirely naked before the entire student body of Charles Kennelworth College. She screamed in desperate panic and utter disbelief.

To the students watching, it was a fantastic sight. Haughty Cleo, always in control, panicking and exposed before them, standing entirely naked in the bright morning sunlight. The glimpses they'd had so far of Kaya and Kelly had surely merely been the preview for this! Her pale skin seemed to shine even whiter in the sunlight, and her red hair – both lots – seemed to burn even brighter in contrast. Their phones clicked and flashed as they discussed her body: the pale smooth skin, her pert breasts bouncing slightly as she screamed – and such pointy nipples! -, that flare of red pointing the way to her exposed pussy.

For Cleo, this was like something out of her worst nightmares. All her plots and schemes jangled around her mind as she realised that everyone could see all of her the pale body that she had used to taunt and tease for so long. She could see some of her ex-boyfriends, laughing as they snapped pictures; as her gaze swept desperately across the jeering crowd she caught sight of Felicity sneering haughtily and Claire looking on in contempt. Her panicked mind made no notice of the staff members trying to push through the swarming crowd to help or capture her – she didn't even notice that she was still screaming.

The scream died as Cleo's voice broke, and she became aware enough to attempt to cover herself with her hands. With one arm at her crotch and another across her breasts she was able to conceal to some extent the most important elements, though there was still a great deal of her pale body utterly exposed – and by now more than enough pictures had been taken that few would ever forget. To Cleo, the pose she was forced into now in a desperate attempt to shield herself from the school's gaze seemed a cruel parody of how she had relaxed in privacy such a short time ago.

Moments before the nearest teachers were able to reach her, the panic became all much once again, and she finally turned and fled – exposing as she did so her lovely white bum to her avid audience. What a lovely sight to leave them with!

Within the crowd, Kaya grinned so hard her cheeks almost cracked. Pulling the fire alarm had worked even better than she had hoped!

I enjoyed this latest chapter. Cloe's over thinking things did her ore harm than Kaya's actual scheming.

I keep getting a Mean Girls vibe from this story. I think its the way the girls seem to match the Plastics. Cloe as the Queen B Regina with Katy's appearance. Kelly as an athletic but still extremely dumb Karen Smith. And Kaya as Gretchen the daughter of someone famous.

But thinking of that movie and this story makes me think how much better and how much more entertaining the movie would be if it had a storyline like this.

Now that the three girls have all been publicly humiliated and exposed does this mean the story is over? Or are we just getting started?

I hope we're just getting started, and I hope Claire and Jennifer are next....