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Irritating Incident at the Ivy Industrial Institute_v2

**Disclaimer: All characters portrayed are over 18**

This is another prequel, where the characters are still in college. This is the correct version. Please enjoy

Part 1

It was a beautiful spring day in Puttyville and at The Ivy Industrial Institute, everyone was excited for the important events. Today was the pep-rally for the big basketball game later in the afternoon against Excelsior Electrical Lyceum, their school’s major rival. Coupled with the pep-rally was the announcement of the Bastermats’ Sophomore Scholarship, a coveted prize awarded by the major local employer, The Bastermats Chemical Company, to the sophomore who best demonstrated the Institute’s ideals. The gymnasium was magnificently decorated with scarlet streamers and red and black balloons, the school colors. On both sides, students packed the bleachers laterally along the longer walls of the gym. From half court to the entrance, faculty and parents, all dressed smartly, were seated in rows of red and black folding chairs, easily removed for the game later. At the other end, beneath the brand-new scoreboard topped with the latest big-screen television, or JumboTron, was a large dais serving as the focal point for the occasion. The red and black-clad band was seated along one side of the elevated platform, while the uniformed basketball team, known unofficially as “The In-and-Out Balls”, and cheerleaders were seated along the other. The local television station, WENF, as well as the student cable access channel, ENM-TV, were set up to cover the event.

Atop the dais, about to approach a podium, Provost Regina DuBois looked out over the crowd with a regal visage on her face. Strikingly a full six feet tall without heels, with a statuesque, near Rubenesque, figure, the woman looked every bit the domineering disciplinarian she was known to be. Dressed in a very snug red leather sleeveless sheath dress, with large black metal buttons running up the back, complimented with 4-inch red heels, Ms. Dubois perfectly matched her school’s colors. Her red hair coiffed in a rather authoritarian fashion, combined with a fiery sardonyx hair comb and matching red coral hoop earrings completed her stern, but most fashionable, appearance.

Despite her firm, composed outer appearance today, inside she was bubbling with anticipation for today’s big moment. The moment HER daughter, the bright, brassy, and beautiful, Primrose Dubois, would be recognized by all in the city as the winner of this monumental honor. Regina relished the idea of elevating Primrose while simultaneously humbling the only viable competitor, Beth Modiste, who in her mind, was clearly the wrong choice. Beth attended the Institute on a scholarship, and Regina believed Beth lacked the breeding the school espoused as well as the leadership qualities in the guidelines of the Bastermats’ prize. Regina just knew Primrose had won. Besides, although Beth was quite attractive, and part of the cheerleading squad, (albeit captained by non-other than Primrose), Regina felt Beth lacked the sophisticated smoothness a moneyed upbringing provides. Such snooty and condescending behavior was exactly what her daughter Primrose was beginning to exhibit and Regina loved it. Like mother, like daughter. Unfortunately, only the college president, Cordelia Ivy Cockfoster, and the President of the Bastermats Chemical Company, Ernest Crescentcrotch Bastermats, knew the winner, as all members of the selection committee submitted their votes anonymously. In addition to the big cash prize scholarship, there was a gift for second place, a red jasper statuette of the great chimney at the chemical plant, emblazoned with the company name. This mini monument was humorously known to the student body as the “popsicle” because it resembled a large, glowing sex toy. Being the runner-up and awarded the “popsicle” was a comedic event, and was always captured in hilarious suggestive photographs such as mouthing the award, or pretending to insert it somewhere carnal, later to be published in the school paper and yearbook do the delight of the students and the disdain of the faculty.

Although she relished being the center of attention at this moment, she was so ready to bestow another honor on her haughty offspring who completely reminded Regina of herself. Curiously, Ms. DuBois felt a twinge of uneasiness as she strode to the podium, clicking loudly in her magnificent heels over the gym’s PA system. The provost had packed on a few extra pounds during the last few fall months. While no one would dare call her fat, or even chubby, she now sported more curvature than before. Along with a derriere to die for, she was also endowed with a balcony you could recite Shakespeare from. Strutting forward to her position of power, Regina’s bosom bounced forward straining the leather dress like basketballs stuffed into a mesh bag. The square neckline, coupled with the sleeveless design, allowed the tops of her magnificent breasts to rise up and out just enough to maintain a modicum of decency, yet rapidly approaching the line of becoming risqué. She couldn’t remember the neckline being so open, but as she had changed just minutes earlier in her office, she had not had time to make any adjustments. Regina abruptly realized her mild trepidation was caused by this very dress she chose for today. While absolutely stunning, it was a garment from a slimmer time in her past. Despite Regina’s complete confidence in the “foundations” she selected to address her recent weight gain, she momentarily thought the too-tight leather dress with a low neckline and a back-button closure may a bit risky. Because of her attire’s snug fit and the warmth of the gym, Regina had imprudently, again like her daughter, in order to be comfortable, forgone sensible undergarments such as a slip. Now the opposite of comfort was occurring as she felt her formidable unmentionables rubbing directly against the leather confines of her dress now tacky with moisture. Ms. DuBois’s face flushed at the thought of a wardrobe malfunction in front of her admiring audience.

Arriving at the podium behind the microphone, the provost’s hubris suddenly took over, and her confidence came rushing back as she realized she, Regina Dubois, Ph. D, was the authority figure here today, and SHE was in complete control of the occasion. At least so she thought, staring out over the splendidly decorated gymnasium and throngs of excited people, not noticing the beads of sweat beginning to form on her back and across her scrumptious décolleté.

Both Beth Modiste and Genevieve Jameson sat to Primrose, the squad captain’s, left. Both looked very smart in their cheerleader uniforms, the “Institute Intensities”. The squad wore brilliant red and black short wool skirts, matching midriff-baring wool button-up sweater tops, black sneakers with red ankle socks. Prim wore her beautiful still-blonde hair in a high ponytail with a strand wraparound. Beth opted for a simple ponytail, while Genevieve chose sexy high pig tails. As specified in the school code, all girls save one, wore regulation brassieres and panties and also donned beneath their short skirts, full-coverage scarlet cotton over-panties necessary for decorum’s sake during acrobatic performances. Prim didn’t want to show any perspiration during her moment of glory and unwisely wore neither over-panties nor brassiere, relying on her tight woolen, button-up top to restrain her magnificent firm breasts.

Beth was astounded at the pomp of the ceremony, with hundreds watching and cheering, she was very proud to have gotten this far in the competition. While she believed she stood a good chance to win, she worried Primrose and her scheming mother may have altered the competition to give the younger beautiful DuBois an unfair advantage. Still, Beth was a strong young woman and would not be intimidated by the likes of those two.

Genevieve was irritated to have to be onstage for this event, having acquiesced to Primrose’s insistence the cheerleaders be seated on the dais with the basketball team. Primrose incredulously delivered a back-handed compliment saying, “Genevieve, your appearance sets off my loveliness so!” Primrose then asked Gen to stand behind her when she took the big prize away from Beth. Rolling her eyes, Genevieve wondered why her dork brother was not with the rest of the basketball team. He was probably doing something for the bimbo Primrose, whom he adored.

Primrose sat basking in her believed forthcoming glory. She could not image a more perfect day except for one annoying detail. “Where in the devil was Miles?” Primrose wondered from her seat. Her thoughts drifted to Miles’ smooth, sexy body as she wiggled her butt against the folding chair clearly enjoying the lack of panties between her bare bottom and the thin cotton briefs. Notwithstanding the mons moistening experience Primrose felt imagining the evening with Miles following her prize-she would enjoy two prizes later tonight! - suddenly, she snapped back to reality and hoped Miles had not done something regrettable. While she effectively controlled him most of the time with her bossy behavior, he could at times go and do something silly. Now he was conspicuously absent from the rest of the basketball team seated nearby. Although Primrose was extremely popular with all the jocks, she chose the dishy Miles as her steady boyfriend for three reasons that would shortly appear most obvious.

High above the dais, concealed behind the scoreboard, Miles Jameson balanced carefully in his Chuck Taylors on the support beams. Still in uniform, he had slipped out before the ceremony to launch his chivalrous plan to avenge his Primrose. Miles worked part time in the school office and while snooping through the Dean’s files the secretary left unattended, he discovered a terrible injustice. Beth, not Primrose, had been named the scholarship winner. After days of silent anxiety, he hatched a plan without Primrose’s knowledge to humiliate Beth before the entire student body, faculty, and parents. In his hands he clutched a large bottle of “Acme XXX Scratchy/Sneeze Powder”, purported to be the most noisome product available. Advertised to cause extreme itching and sneezing, Miles knew this would be the ultimate act of revenge. When Beth came to the podium to be recognized, invisible to all, he would sprinkle the powder on her from above and everyone would then watch hilarity ensue. He blushed with the thought Beth may have to pull off her sweater to stop the itching and he would see her bra-clad breasts! He fantasized at what color her bra would be, pink? Jarred from his brief hormone-fueled reverie, he looked down at the group assembled on the dais below and with growing titillation realized from his position, he had an amazing view down the front of provost Dubois’s low-cut leather sheath dress. As she stood up and clicked her way imperiously to the podium, her bouncing bosoms resembled a couple of ripe melons, straining her not-up-to-the-task, brassiere. Dreamily, he imagined his head resting on those soft pillows, grander than those of her daughter Primrose, while he simultaneously felt a stirring in his loins.