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   Andi and The Inspector Ch.  01

   So here I was, blindfolded and secured to a chair, in a strangers
garage, and I'd put myself here willingly, even enthusiastically.

   Although my bonds didn't hurt, they were uncomfortable; wrists secured
low on the chair back restricting the movement of my hands, the sleeveless
top not allowing for any fabric between the flesh of my arms and the chair,
and each ankle secured to a back chair leg forcing my knees apart, the
denim skirt not even nearly reaching the black lace hold-up tops of my
darkly stockinged thighs.

   How had I got here?  It all started at a reception in school.  The
Boarding School was being Inspected, and we Senior Girls were made to
attend an evening reception that was being given at the start of the week
to the visiting Inspectors, most of whom were senior staff from other
schools like ours but not in our local area.  Although we are an all-girls
school we did have male teachers and some of the Inspectors were men, so
the Reception was quite a social event.  Like the other older girls, I wore
a nice outfit to impress them; in my case a cream chiffon button-front
fitted blouse with long sleeves, tight dark skirt to mid thigh, well
almost, and dark sheer tights with black court shoes; my rich brown hair in
a ponytail.  Being a UK size 10 (34c 26 36) I felt that I looked very nice,
and enjoyed the occasional extra-long glances I was getting from my own
teachers as well as the Inspectors.  It became a sort of game; they would
check me out when they thought I didn't know, then when I glanced towards
them they'd look away pretending they hadn't been staring.

   It was a fun game; I totally enjoyed being ogled and admired, and I have
to admit I did turn it on a bit, making sure my legs could be appreciated,
that my blouse was unbuttoned just enough for a hint of cleavage and lace
bra, bending a little to stick out my bum.  It was all going my way when I
noticed a tall, unsmiling man across the room staring at my legs.  I
paused, then glanced over expecting him to look away but he didn't!  He
held my gaze, then slowly let his focus slip down from my face, looking my
body over, pausing at my chest but dwelling on my legs before returning to
meet my eyes again.

   As he did, I found myself lowering my own gaze, then again looking up at
him.  He gave the briefest nod of acknowledgement before turning away to
talk to our Headmistress.  I felt suddenly out of my depth.  It was like
the rules of the game had changed with no-one telling me, that I was no
longer in control.  For the next half hour I found myself almost following
him round the room, wanting to understand what had happened, wanting to see
if he would look away.  He wasn't particularly good looking or fit.  Just a
dark haired guy in his 30's, fairly slim and ordinary looking.  But there
was something about his manner.

   And then he was facing me across the room as he talked with a group of
our teachers; he looked over fixing me with his eyes until I was again
forced to look down.  I now know what people mean when they say 'like a
rabbit in the headlights'.  After a brief moment I recovered my composure,
and felt a bit cross, needing to get some reaction from him.  I turned
slowly in a complete rotation, looking up at him every so often, letting
him take in my outfit, my body.  It was stupid, I know, but I just felt
like I wanted to, had to.  When I was facing him again he gave the smallest
beckoning nod, a 'come here' kind of gesture, and excused himself from his
group, walking over to the refreshment table.

   Of course I walked over to join him, but like we just happened to be in
the same place at the same time.  As we each refilled glasses, me with
juice, he with wine, I heard him ask, "what are you wearing on your legs?"

   "Er ...  tights sir?" I replied, a little taken aback.

   "Don't.  Wear stockings.  Hold ups.  Or nothing"

   And with that he turned and rejoined his group, ignoring me.

   My head was spinning a bit, and I was confused.  Who was he to tell me
what to wear?  Part of me wanted to flick up my skirt and show him that I
was wearing tights, and was going to keep on wearing tights!  And then that
funny delicious churning sensation flipped through my tummy as I allowed
the thought to linger, the thought of flicking up my skirt.  It was kind of
like flashing.  No, it was flashing!  Where did that come from?  I'm not
really an exhibitionist!  As I made my way to the girls bathroom I told
myself, "Its not like I go out of my way to let people stare at my legs, or
my chest!  I'm a good girl!" Since I was the only one in there I looked at
myself in the tall mirror, turning this way and that, even trying to flip
my skirt up, but it was too tight for that.  So I scrunched it up to my
hips, looking at my bum, at my yellow bikini knickers covered by the ugly
tights, and had to admit that he was probably right.  After all, he is a
school Inspector, he should know things, right?

   Reaching under the skirt I hooked my thumbs in and peeled the tights
down, over my hips, and down my legs, stepping out of my heels to take them
off.  Suddenly I didn't like tights any more.  They were ugly, and he
didn't like them.  Hang on, he didn't like them?  What did that have to do
with it?  Cross with myself, I pulled my nails through the tights to ruin
them then threw them in the bin, and then had a naughty thought, wishing
instead that I'd just cut out most of the leg tops and the crotch!  Hmm,
too late now, but I could always experiment tonight!

   Of course back in the Reception he didn't appear to look at me once,
despite me almost stalking him, but as he was walking past me on his way
out, he clearly said, "Good girl," to me, and I flushed with half
embarrassed pleasure.

   Over the next day I didn't get to speak to him even once.  When I did
see him from a distance he didn't even acknowledge my presence, as if we'd
never met.  I supposed that he was busy with his Inspector work, and
preoccupied.  I began to think that I'd imagined our brief contact at the
reception, and tried to stifle my disappointment.

   The day after that, which I suppose was Day 3, it was The Interviews:
Each Inspector had to interview a few pupils to find out the real story the
teachers hadn't told them, and yes, he was to interview me!  I was so
pleased.  I knew he'd somehow arranged it, but hadn't been sure he would,
much as I was hoping.  His area of inspection was Pastoral, Sport and
Extra-Curricular ...  hmm how that set the mind racing!

   It was in the Dining Room, in one quiet corner during the interval
between lunch and tea.  I was in uniform now, of course.  Blue and red
striped tie, white button-front school shirt (why do they make girls school
shirts so the bra always shows through?), plain white bra, knee-length
red/blue tartan skirt.  The younger girls wore a shorter grey skirt and
white socks with flat shoes, while we older ones wore tights and low heels.

   Of course I'd been looking forward to this as soon as the interview list
was up on the notice-board.  A mix of excitement and nervousness, and yes,
that delicious tummy churning again whenever I thought about it.  At the
appointed hour I had to walk the length of the room to get to his table,
and I could feel his eyes on me the whole time.  It made me self-conscious
but in a nice way, and I found myself putting a little extra swing in my
hips, and wishing I was wearing something a bit more sexy than school
uniform.

   When I got to his table, the look in his eyes somehow prompted me to
ask,

   "May I sit down, please Sir?"

   He thought for a moment, then nodded.

   Pulling the bench away from the table a little, I lifted my right leg
over, acutely aware of how much leg that action revealed ...  it was
lovely. Once sitting opposite him I placed my hands in my lap and waited.

   Fixing me with his piercing stare, he opened with,

   "Your full name ...?  Date of birth ...?"

   I told him, though of course he must have already got this from the
school records?

   He wrote them down.  "Home address ...?" he continued.  I answered.

   "Mobile phone number ..?" Now this I didn't have to give ...  but I did
anyway.

   "What sports do you play?"

   I replied with swimming and hockey.

   "What are you wearing ...  a complete description ..?"

   Oh, that made my tummy flip ...  this couldn't be a standard question?

   "Um, School shirt, school skirt, undies, shoes.."

   He just looked at me, waiting

   "Er, white school shirt, school tie, tartan school skirt, low black
heels, white bra, white knickers, hold-ups"

   "Uniform regulations state tights, not stockings ..." he pierced me
again with his stare, "why are you wearing hold-up stockings, Andrea?"

   "Er, because you told me to?" I blurted out, a little surprised.

   "And why did you do what I told you to do?"

   "Um, ...  because ...you were right?"

   "I am always right ..." then he took out his mobile.  I looked away,
through the window, trying to calm my heartbeat.  Suddenly, my phone
vibrated.  I ignored it; after all it would be rude to look at it during
the interview.

   "Answer it," he commanded.

   Pulling the phone from my skirt pocket, I looked at the message ... 
sender ID was 'Sir', the message read,

   "Reply with the word YES if you wish to continue to do what I tell you."

   Looking up at him I searched his face ...  did he really just send me
this text?  I couldn't read his expression.  Biting my lip, fingers
trembling for some reason, heart hammering, I replied YES.

   Immediately his phone buzzed, he checked it, then nodded to me.

   "Stand up," he ordered, so I did, clambering out from the bench, again
showing lots of leg.  Then, "on one leg," which I did.  "Now the other
one." I changed to standing on my left leg.

   "Walk slowly to the door." I turned and started towards the door, when
he said loudly,

   "I haven't finished with you yet; come back here and sit down." A little
confused, I turned and walked back, hoping he just liked seeing me walk,
hoping he just liked seeing me!  There was something almost addictive in
following his instructions.  Sitting once more, hands in my lap, I waited
as he typed into his phone again.

   Checking my phone as it buzzed I read, "You will obey any instruction I
give you.  Reply YES to show you understand." Again with fumbling fingers I
replied YES, looking up at him as he read it.

   He typed again, and as soon as my phone buzzed I opened his message,
"You will answer fully and truthfully any question I ask you.  Reply YES to
show you understand." Again I replied YES.

   I waited nervously, wondering what was coming next.

   "Now if you have quite finished your texting, perhaps we might continue
the interview?" he asked a little sarcastically, as if it wasn't him
texting me but one of my friends!

   "Er, yes Sir" I replied, thrown off balance.

   "What extra-curricular clubs or activities do you take part in?"

   I told him about music lessons on the clarinet and piano, and Orchestra.

   Without looking up he continued, "What about masturbation?  How often do
you masturbate?"

   Gulping with embarrassment, "er ...  every day Sir ..." He looked at me
as if wanting more, so I added, "in the morning before I get up, and
usually before I go to sleep ...  Sir"

   "What do you use ..?"

   "Fingers, Sir ...  just ..  Fingers ..." I was sure I was bright red,
and remembered the time I'd tried using a wine bottle after a school do. 
"Er, I did try once with a wine bottle?"

   "You will tell me about that some time.  When you masturbate, do you
reach orgasm?"

   "Um, sometimes, sir." At that he reached again for his phone, and I
excitedly reached for mine.

   His message read, "You will not orgasm again until you have my
permission.  Understand?"

   Disappointed, I sent back YES, and looked up at him again, but he was
writing on his pad.

   "Do you feel that the school offers a sufficient range of activities?"

   I answered, "Yes, Sir."

   Looking down at his pad of paper, pen poised, he asked, "Are you a
virgin?"

   Blushing, I stammered, "Um ...  ye ..  Yes ...  Sir.."

   "Are you trimmed, shaved or natural?"

   "Um, bikini trimmed for the summer Sir, but normally I'm just natural?"
He nodded.

   "Bra size?"

   "34C, Sir."

   "Are your nipples sensitive enough for you to orgasm from playing with
them alone?"

   "I ...  er ...  I don't think so, Sir," never having tried that.

   "How often do you think out explicit sexual fantasies?"

   "Golly!  Um ...  most days, Sir?"

   "Which ones give you the most satisfying orgasm?  The tame fantasies, or
the ones you're most ashamed of?"

   I looked down at the table, my mind whirling, tummy broiling with those
delicious feelings.

   "Oh the ones I'm ashamed of, Sir," again blushing, never having told
anyone of my deepest dirtiest thoughts.

   He seemed to read my mind.  Typing into his phone he again messaged me,
"When I tell you to, you will state out loud the full details of your
dirtiest, most shameful sexual fantasy ever, no matter where you are or
when.  Understand?"

   Eyes goggling, scared but weirdly thrilled, I sent back YES SIR.

   "How often do you read erotic sexually explicit stories on the
internet?"

   "um ...  I don't Sir?"

   "How often do you look at pornography?"

   "Hardly ever, Sir?"

   "Your homework: you will find the type of erotic sexually explicit story
you enjoy, and text me links to your 3 favourites.  You will also find 3
pornographic pictures on line that most closely resemble your deepest,
dirtiest sexual fantasy, and text me links to those.  You have exactly 1
week from today."

   "Er, yes Sir," I replied as he messaged me with, "3 story links, 3
picture links, 1 week, understand?"

   YES I sent back

   "Which teachers do you most like looking at you?"

   "Er Mr James?  PE?  And Mr Casters, swimming?"

   He wrote those down.  "You may orgasm once more today, then no more
orgasms until you have my permission.  I will grant it once I am satisfied
with your homework, which you may complete any time in the next week. 
Understand?"

   He looked up at me on that last word.  "Yes Sir," I replied.

   "Give me your knickers," he commanded.  I blushed, embarrassed because
they were more than a little damp and smelly, but rocking my hips I slipped
them down as I sat on the bench, and balling them in my fist I passed them
over the table.  Taking them he sniffed my scent before putting them in his
pocket.

   "Are your knickers clean and fresh, Andrea?"

   "They were clean on this morning Sir..?"

   He just looked at me, waiting for me to answer properly.  "No Sir,
they're not."

   "And why not, Andrea?"

   "I'm ..  I'm a little aroused Sir."

   "Why?"

   "Um, because ...  because you're turning me on, Sir?" blushing again.

   "Do you like being a focus of sexual attention, Andrea?"

   "Yes, Sir," I admitted

   You will not put on any knickers now until tomorrow.  You may go."

   I didn't see him again that day, or hear from him, and somehow I knew I
mustn't text him unless he contacted me first.  And then it was their last
day and they were all gone.

   I felt deflated.  I'd enjoyed our game more than I could possibly say,
and felt let down that it had stopped.

   Oh, well, time to get on with life again.  Except that I still had his
homework to do.  And I mustn't Orgasm until he's seen my homework and said
I could.  But how would he know?  Somehow I guessed he would know.  Which
meant I needed to get the homework done as soon as possible!

   I managed to get through that day, and then it was Saturday.  No
lessons. No formal homework time.  But time to complete His homework!  I
couldn't access pornographic material using the school network, but if I
hooked my laptop to my mobile phone, anything was possible.

   Going incognito I had a few false starts, then typed 'sex stories' into
the search.  Ah, this looked more promising!  There were a few sites that
claimed Sex Stories or Erotic Fiction, and I spent quite a long time
looking through various categories that caught my eye and imagination. 
There was Cum Swallowing, First Time, Domination/Submission, Exhibitionism,
Humiliation, Male/Teen Female ...  and that was just one site!  On another
there was Exhibitionist and Voyeur, and what was this?  Lots of tags like
Humiliation, Stripped, Nude in Public, Forced Nudity!

   I was almost overwhelmed with possibilities, and settled down to try
some sample stories.

   *********************************

   That evening I received his response.

   "Your homework is satisfactory.  You may Orgasm."

   THANK YOU SIR, I sent back.

   He then sent, "You are released from your all your obligations to me. 
Does that please you?"

   Oh now I was confused!  Conflicted, I think that's what they call it.  I
was done, released, free.  I felt relief.  No more instructions to be
frightened of.  But also a little disappointed.  No more excitement, no
more intense buzz and thrill of fear and excitement and horniness.

   THANK YOU SIR ...  AND NOT REALLY

   "Tell me what you want."

   I had to think!  This was my chance to stay free, to be my own person
again, to be a good girl.  To be boring ...

   I WANT TO KEEP GETTING INSTRUCTIONS, SIR, then as an after thought also
sent, PLEASE.

   "How will you respond to further instructions?"

   I WILL OBEY THEM, SIR

   "How far will you obey further instructions?"

   FULLY AND COMPLETELY, SIR

   "Your obedience is accepted.  You may Orgasm as many times as you want
before tomorrow breakfast, then no more Orgasms until I say."

   YES SIR

   Mid Sunday morning I received the message, "On Saturday you will follow
the directions below ...

   **********************************

   Following his text instructions, I caught an early bus from outside the
school to the local railway station, and then took the train to a nearby
town.  From there it was another bus (I had to ask the driver to let me
know where to get off) then a short walk to the house.  I was to go in
through the side door into the garage.

   And there was the chair as promised, a simple kitchen chair with a
raised back and four legs, a black cloth draped over it.  I sat down,
facing the blank wall, the black cloth in my lap, and just waited, like I'd
been told.

   After a short while, my phone buzzed with a text.

   "Put on the blindfold and await further instructions."

   Putting the phone back in my skirt pocket, I tied the cloth over my
eyes, then again waited, hands in lap.

   I felt someone come into the room, then heard,

   "Put your hands against the back chair legs," His voice?  I felt and
heard something like sticky tape secures my wrists.

   "Feet back either side of the chair," more tape ...  then all was quiet
for a while.

   Although my bonds didn't hurt, they were uncomfortable; wrists secured
low on the chair back restricting the movement of my hands, the sleeveless
top not allowing for any fabric between the flesh of my arms and the chair,
and each ankle secured to a back chair leg forcing my knees apart, the
denim skirt not even nearly reaching the black lace hold-up tops of my
darkly stockinged thighs.

   Then I felt him return.

   "What is your full name and age?"

   I answered.

   "Have you come here because you were made to, or because you wanted to?"

   "I wanted to, Sir."

   "Why do you want to follow instructions?"

   "Because it turns me on, Sir."

   "Do you prefer the instructions to have a sexual nature, or non-sexual
nature?"

   "A sexual nature, Sir."

   "Do you like being looked at?"

   "Yes, Sir"

   "Which do you like best: being looked at as a girl, as a woman, or as a
person?"

   "As a woman, Sir."

   "And which of these do you like best, being looked at sexually, or
non-sexually?"

   "Sexually, Sir."

   "Which excites you more, being looked at respectfully as a sexual women,
or not respectfully as a sexual object?"

   I'd never thought these questions through before, but I seemed to know
straight away what excited me most.

   "As an object, Sir."

   "Which teachers from school do you most want to look at you as a sex
object?"

   "Mr James, from PE and Mr Casters, from swimming, like I said before,
Sir."

   "How appropriate.  Thank you for joining us, Mr James, Mr Casters."

   Oh no!  I gasped!  No!  Surely not!  Mr James?  From PE?  And Mr
Casters, from swimming?  Surely they weren't here?  My heart was thudding
so loud I thought it would drown out any further questions!  And if they
were here, why hadn't I heard them come in?  Had they been in here as long
as he had?

   Then he was speaking again, and yes, I could still hear him.

   "I'm going to turn your chair to face the room.  Is that what you would
like?"

   "Yes, please Sir," I managed to say in almost a whisper.

   I felt the chair being turned quietly by strong hands, just lifted,
turned and set down with hardly a wobble.  Surely it took more than one man
to do that?  My tummy was again churning, and I felt sure that the
Inspector wasn't alone.  Was he?

   "If at any time you want to stop, you have only to say ...  Do you want
to stop?"

   "No sir."

   "Why are you here?"

   "Because you told me to come, Sir."

   "What do you want to happen?"

   "I want you to give me instructions, please Sir."

   "Describe the homework that you sent me."

   Because he always wanted full answers, and because it made me hot to
answer, I described in detail how I found the stories and pictures, and how
I sent them to be allowed to orgasm.

   Were my two teachers really there, hearing this?  I couldn't help feel a
surge of excitement at the possibility.

   "I am about to remove the bindings on your arms and legs.  You may
remove your blindfold and leave, if you wish.  If you remove the blindfold,
it's all over.  Or, you may stay sat in the chair with the blindfold on and
we will go further.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Sir."

   I felt him approach me and cut the tape, freeing my wrists and ankles. I
couldn't help rubbing them to get the stiffness out, and quietly sat there
massaging my arms.  Go further?  What did that mean?  There was only one
way to find out.  If I chickened out now, I would never know.  A rush of
excited fear ran through my insides.

   "Do you wish to continue?" he asked as if surprised.

   "Yes, Sir.  Yes please."

   "Then you may ask me."

   Yikes!  "Er, please Sir, please may we carry on?  Please ask me more
questions, please give me more instructions?  Please would you take this
further, Sir?"

   "I will ask you some questions.  After you have finished answering each
one you will ask my permission to remove an item of your clothing. 
Understand?"

   Gulp!  "Yes Sir."

   "What are you wearing?"

   "Um, a white top, short blue denim skirt, white bra, pink knickers,
black stockings, heels ...  Please Sir, may I remove an item of my
clothing?"

   Pause ...  "You may ...  " As I started to undo my top, he continued,
"Why stockings not tights?"

   Taking off the blouse and dropping it on the floor beside me, I replied,
"Because you told me never to wear tights, only stockings or nothing on my
legs, ...  please Sir, may I?"

   "You may," and I started to roll down a stocking.  "No!  Leave the
stockings and shoes, ...  When did you last masturbate?"

   I hesitated, and leaning sideways unhooked the skirt, unzipping and
lifting my hips to slip it under my bum, answering, " This morning, Sir,"
blushing, " ...  please may I take off another piece of clothing, Sir?"
Were the teachers really there?  Was it just the Inspector?  I couldn't
really tell.

   "You may remove you bra ...  When did you last orgasm?"

   This was a big step, going topless!  Reaching behind to unhook, I
nervously let the bra fall forward on my arms, uncovering my boobs, then
dropped it, hopefully onto the discarded top ...  "Not since last Sunday
before breakfast ...  please may I take off another piece of my clothes,
Sir?"

   "Not yet ...  Why not since then?"

   "Because you told me not to, Sir ...  please may I undress, Sir?"

   "You may stand up and remove your knickers."

   Oh my!  Holding my breath, I stood and with my thumbs tucked into the
waistband, drew the pink cotton knickers down over my bum and hips,
uncovering my pussy hair, over my thighs, to my knees and then to the
floor, stepping out and moving them aside with my left foot.

   I was now standing practically naked, hands clasped defensively in front
of me, nervous, blindfolded, scared ...  who was there?

   "Sit."

   I sat back down.

   "If you want to be re-tied, assume the same position as before."

   Quickly I put my hands behind me against the chair back, and my ankles
back against the chairs rear legs.

   "Yes Sir, please tie me ..." I whispered, and felt him bind my wrists
and ankles as before ...  except that now I was naked apart from stockings
and heels.

   "Does that excite you?  I could let anyone see you ...  I could open
this garage door and everyone walking by would see a naked bound submissive
slut ...  is that what you want?  Is that what you are?  Is that why you
sent me those pictures?"

   I could only bow my head in shame, and answer, "Yes, Sir, it is ...  I
am ..."

   There was a long drawn-out pause, then I felt my bonds being cut again.

   "When you hear your mobile go, and not before, you will remove your
blindfold and check your phone.  Understood?"

   "Yes Sir."

   I could tell that he/they had left the room.

   Pause for ages ...  then suddenly a text alert.

   Quickly lifting blindfold, I looked around; 3 chairs facing me?  Oh my!
Maybe they were ...  I turned to find my skirt on the floor and pulled out
the phone ...  "Go straight away through the door into the house, follow
the hall to the kitchen.  Text when you've done it."

   I followed the instructions.

   In the kitchen were 3 wine glasses on a small tray ...  3!?  Gulp. 
Surely they weren't really here?  The teachers?  Its just a wind-up? 
Looking around the large kitchen, I saw a back door opening into the
garden, and another door that must go to another part of the house.

   My phone buzzed.

   "Bring the tray into the sitting room, through the other kitchen door
into the house."

   Picking up the tray I took a deep breath, scared, nervous, what if ...
and walked down the hallway to the sitting room, pushing open the cold
white wooden door with my hip, to see ...THE TEACHERS!!

   I'm Nude!  I screamed inside my head.  And my hands were full so I
couldn't cover up ...  blushing deep, my thoughts awhirl ...  not knowing
what else to do I served the drinks.  They sat in 3 corners of the room so
I had to turn my back to the other two when I served any one of them.  I
took the tray to the Inspector first, then Mr James, finally Mr Casters ...
then I stood holding the tray in front of me, alternately hiding either my
tits or pussy behind it.

   "Andrea, why on earth haven't you put some clothes on!?" the Inspector
asked.  "These are your teachers that you're nude in front of.  Its as if
you want them to see your nakedness, your nude charms."

   As I was about to answer, raising the tray from my pussy to cover my
boobs he barked, "You will stand still and be quiet in front of your
teachers, girl!  And hold that tray still at your middle!"

   Of course I obeyed, tits and pussy on show, again, a little shocked but
also inwardly thrilled at this new turn while squirming under the scrutiny
of my two hot teachers.  It was even more embarrassing than just being
naked in front of them.

   He continued, "What do you make of Andrea, showing off her naked body
like this, Mr James, Mr Casters.  In front of the two of you?"

   "Naturally I'm shocked," Mr James replied, staring intently at my body,
"Aren't you, Mr Casters?" he added without glancing away.

   "Oh very much so," said Mr Casters, "And I think some kind of punishment
back at school might be in order!"

   The Inspector quickly threw in, "I think you should check with me first,
gentlemen?" which seemed more of an order than a question, much to my
relief.

   They then kept me there while they drank wine and discussed how
disgraceful I was to be serving as a naked waitress, to people who knew me
...  just like what had happened in one of the stories I'd sent as my
homework.  He'd arranged everything perfectly, and I was so delighted and
ashamed and embarrassed and having the best experience ever, all at the
same time.

   Then it was time to wrap things up.

   "See my guests to the door," the Inspector ordered.

   So once they'd said thank you and goodbye to him, I put down the tray,
and naked I escorted the teachers to the front door, opening it and hiding
behind.  "Thank you for coming Mr James, Mr Casters."

   They each took a last lingering look at me, grinning and left.  I closed
the door and returned to the sitting room to the Inspector.

   "Was that everything that you hoped it would be?" he asked, in a kindly
uncle sort of way.  I smiled, reached up on tip toes and kissed his cheek,
eyes shining.

   "You may wash the glasses, then return to the garage to dress and leave
the way you came."

   Which I did, and returned back to school.

   My tummy churning all through train and bus ride back to school as I
replayed what I'd done.  How would I react to my teachers when I saw them
next?

   Then it was off the bus, and walk to the school gate ...  I was almost
too scared to go through ...  But I must face whatever happened next ... 
square shoulders, chin up ..  Walk through back into school ...



   Andi and The Inspector Ch.  02

   It had been a frustrating week of waiting before I finally received a
message from The Inspector.

   I was in the Dining Room at school sharing a table with a half dozen
other Sixth Form girls when my mobile vibrated to an incoming Text.

   Still laughing at a joke Emily had made I took the phone from my pocket
and glanced at the screen.  Fuck!  A message from Him!  With slightly shaky
fingers I opened the text.  It was short.

   'Did you enjoy your experience in the garage and the house last
weekend?'

   I could feel myself colouring, a heat rising in my cheeks and chest, and
pulled closer the open sides of the blue cotton shirt I was wearing over
the low front white t shirt.

   A quick glance confirmed that my friends weren't paying me any
attention, and I quickly replied,

   'Yes, Sir,' before stuffing the phone back in the pocket of my jeans. 
Knowing Him, that wasn't going to be the last of it.  Of course, I could
have left the table to text Him in peace, but the idea of carrying on an
erotic text conversation while sat at a table with my friends excited me.
It hadn't escaped my notice that Mr Casters, the swimming teacher, had got
the Friday evening tea duty in the Dining Room, and I wondered if he was
also texting Him.

   Before I had a chance to spy on my teacher I felt the buzz of another
message, and dragging the phone out again I read,

   'Did you find the experience sexually arousing?'

   'Yes Sir.' I had to be honest.

   'When you first arrived, which was more exciting for you, obeying my
instructions, or thinking other people might be there to see you obeying?'

   Thinking back to how I felt in that garage once I'd put on the
blindfold, I re-lived how uncertain I'd been about whether anyone else
might be present; revisited that thrill of fear and excitement, and
arousal, of possibly being seen by Mr James and Mr Casters.

   I looked around quickly to see if any of my friends had noticed how
distracted I was, and if Mr Casters was using his mobile, but all seemed
clear and I replied,

   'I enjoyed the uncertainty, of not knowing if I was being watched or
not. I enjoyed the instructions, obeying them, not knowing what was coming
next.  I enjoyed the humiliation of being exposed in front of my teachers,
and hearing you all talk about me, in front of me.'

   "What's up, Andi?" Startled I looked up to see my friends all staring at
me.  It was Emily who'd spoken, and I realised she'd made another funny and
that I'd been the only one not joining in the laughs.  Just then my phone
buzzed in my hand.

   "Um, I'm just messaging someone?" I replied, explaining why I'd tuned
out.

   "Andrea has a boyfriend!" Emily announced with glee, and too loud for my
comfort.

   "No, it's not like that!" I objected, but she just repeated herself in a
sing-song playground tease voice like we used to when we were younger,
"Andrea-has-a-boyyy-friennnnnnd!"

   I felt myself blushing, and opened the message from Him,

   'That's a good answer, well done.  Do you wish to continue to receive
instructions?'

   It was incredibly erotic discussing my sexual submission with this man
while in the company of my school friends, especially when they were
teasing me about a boyfriend.

   "Have you slept with him yet?" asked Suzie, and Emily quipped, "Have you
sent him any naked selfies yet?" and they all laughed seeing me squirm. 
But it wasn't nasty laughing, just a bit of fun.  Most girls in our year
had been sending nudies to boyfriends for some time, and I was pretty sure
fewer than half of us were virgins.

   I messaged back, 'Yes please Sir, I would like to keep getting
instructions of a sexual nature, and I will obey them without question.'
That set my heart racing.

   Emily told the others, "I think Andi is telling her boyfriend how mean
and nosey we're being."
Buzz: 'You will get a package soon.  Instructions will follow.'

   "Oh look," added Emily, "He's telling Andi not to worry, he'll soon kiss
her better and CUM to her rescue ha ha!" They all laughed, and this time I
joined in too.

   I quickly typed back to the Inspector, 'Thank you Sir.' and Suzie asked,
"Is he telling you what he wants in your next nudie?"

   "Ooh, I wanna be there when you take the next one, Andi, please?" Emily
said, and they all looked at me, obviously convinced that they had guessed
correctly.

   Feeling emotionally confused and under pressure, I blurted, "I'll have
to get his permission," and instantly regretted admitting the truth.

   Emily let out a triumphant, "HA!" as if that proved how right she was,
and Suzie just grinned like a conspirator.  They were good friends, and I
knew I could trust them.

   Just then Mr Casters ended the tea session and we all got up to leave.

   It was funny how the three of us had clicked when we joined the school a
few years ago.  Maybe it was because we looked a bit alike, all of us a
similar size with longish dark hair, though I was the tallest.  Still, we
were quite well matched, and we often joked that we should form a girl
band, or be a backing vocals trio for some gorgeous boy solo singer.  Apart
from the fact that we weren't great singers, it was a perfect plan!  It was
no surprise to anyone that we would share a Dorm room, just the three of
us.

   "Don't you DARE take that nudie without letting us in on it!" warned
Emily, and Suzie glared at me with her usual Don't Mess With Me look.

   "One for all?" I asked, and they immediately quipped back, "And all for
one!" and we high fived each other as was our habit.

   After tea we hung out in the Common room for a bit, and nothing more was
said about my boyfriend.

   At about half ten when we were all in bed and just before lights out, my
phone buzzed again.

   'Why did you stay with your friends during our text conversation during
tea?

   Shit!  Maybe Mr Casters was texting Him after all.

   'Because it felt sexier doing it with them than it would in private' I
replied.

   'Did they notice?'

   I hesitated, wondering how to explain.

   'Yes Sir, but they thought I was texting with a boyfriend about nude
selfies.  They wanted to be there when I took some and I said I'd have to
ask you.'

   'Is that what you want, too?' he asked

   Oh fuck!  Here was the perfect opportunity to stop Em's selfie idea.

   'Yes Sir, I want them to see my humiliation' that felt stupid, brave and
possibly unwise, but incredibly arousing.

   'They may be present but only if the picture includes each of them fully
clothed standing either side of you.  Use of a mirror is acceptable.  You
may send the picture when I tell you.'

   'Thank you Sir;' what else could I say?

   Although He texted me a few more times over the next few days, nothing
more was said about the selfies, though I did mention that the End of Term
Talent show was fast approaching, and that Emily, Suzie and I were trying
to think of an Act, maybe a dance to a backing song.  Since Mr James from
PE was in charge of the Show, I expected the Inspector to know everything
about it from him.

   It was on Saturday that I finally got the package from Mr Casters, who
gave it to me at breakfast in front of my friends, saying,

   "Andrea, a parcel came for you," nice and loud as he handed it over. 
Naturally my friends were curious enough to spell disaster for a whole host
of cats.

   Putting it to one side as if I knew what it was, which I didn't, and as
if it wasn't very interesting, which of course it was, I finished breakfast
and took it back to our Dorm Room to open.  There was no way I could stop
Em and Suz from crowding me as we all sat on my bed.  Suddenly my phone
buzzed.

   'Have you opened the package yet?'

   I must have blushed, and was definitely shaking a little, and Em
quipped,

   "Is that him?  Your boyfriend?"

   Trying to ignore her I messaged,

   'Not yet Sir, Emily and Suzie are with me.'

   'Now is a good time for the selfie they want.  I will give you
instructions on where to send it'

   "What's he saying, Andi?  Is it from him?" asked Suzie.

   Feeling myself go very red, I admitted,

   "He says we can do that selfie, but you two have to be clothed and in it
either side of me?"

   "Ha ha I'm cool with that!  Suz?" asked Emily.

   "Lets do it!" she agreed and leaving the package we all got up off the
bed and crowded into our bathroom, facing the large mirror.

   Taking a deep breath I quickly slipped out of my t shirt and jeans, and
Emily unsnapped my bra.  Drawing my briefs down my legs I stood naked with
my clothed friends.  It felt incredibly sexy and there were lots of
giggles.

   "Ok, here goes!" I snapped a couple of mirror shots before we changed
positions and took a few more, this time with Em and Suz messing about.

   Throwing just my t shirt and briefs back on I lead the way back into the
Dorm Room and told Him we'd taken the picture.

   'Go to the following on-line account and post it in the Private Album,'

   The next message gave the account name and password, and with my friends
now looking over my shoulder I posted the best of the first few pics,
flipped to compensate for the mirror.  It was a nice one of the three of us
from mid-thigh up, all brunettes, me the tallest in the middle totally
naked, 34C boobs with their smallish pink nipples prominent, my trimmed
bush so dark against my skin tone, an apprehensive look on my face.  The
other two girls were grinning happily, Em in jeans and a white t shirt on
my right, and Suz in jeans and yellow t shirt on my left.

   The other pictures, including where Em and Suz flashed their bras, I
kept on the phone.

   'Good girl.  Now open the package.'

   With us all sitting on my bed facing the parcel and me blushing slightly
but thrilled with the 'good girl', I ripped open the brown paper and then
white tissue and found ..  A swimsuit.  Just a mid blue swimsuit, a Speedo
32.

   Frowning I picked it up, and messaged,

   'it's a swimsuit?  Speedo 32?'

   'You may return the gift, but if you keep it you must follow my
instructions.'

   When I said I'd keep it he messaged back to cut out all linings, Em and
Suz reading the exchange of messages, both of them fascinated by the tone
of our conversation.

   "That's some weird boyfriend you got there, girl," Em said

   "Yeah, a bit creepy!" added Suz,

   "No, he's ok, just not like, well, like most guys." My friends looked at
each other and then at me, both wearing expressions that said they were
reserving judgement, and I didn't want to offer any more explanation.

   'When you have made the alterations, take a photo of yourself wearing
it, neck down, and post it in the Public album.'

   As soon as I had replied I got to work and in about ten minutes had the
swimsuit ready.  Once I was wearing it the three of us again crowded into
the bathroom to look.

   "Shit, Andi, its see through!" I had to agree with Suz.

   "Yeah, we can see your nipples and everything!" added Em, and by
everything I knew she meant my dark bush.

   Back to the wall, I posed for Em to take a few pics, then we went back
into the Dorm room and sitting on the bed I posted one to the Public Album
as ordered, feeling quite horny now, and knowing that somehow people I
didn't know were going to see that photo.

   'remove your pubic hair, and take another,'

   And that's how I came to be shaved totally bald between my legs.  Em
grinned wickedly as she read His instruction, and Suz muttered,
"Excellent!" then went to get the necessaries.

   In the bathroom once more I quickly dropped my briefs and sat on the
edge of the tub facing the basin, left knee tucked under its rim and right
ankle on the bath edge I was sitting on.

   "Lose the t shirt," said Em, while Suz ran a bowl of warm water and
rinsed the Lady Shave razor.  I slipped my top off over my head and threw
it on top of my discarded briefs, once again totally naked with my clothed
friends, but this time with my legs lewdly spread.

   After a lot of laughing and teasing and tantalising touching I was
shaved and ready, and we again took the photographs of me from the neck
down, first with the swimsuit dry, then with it soaked.  Wet it left
nothing hidden!  My nipples stood out clearly and the camel-toe was very
pronounced, the shape of my outer labia plain to see.  We posted the
clearest photo to the Public album.

   'Once it is dry, put the swimsuit in a carrier bag and return it to the
person who gave it to you.  Well done, girls.'

   Em and Suz exchanged looks with each other at being included in His
message, but didn't seem to object.

   We signed off, I stripped again and hung the suit to dry and again
dressed in my t shirt and briefs I climbed into bed.  The lights went out,
but I kept looking at the photos now on the internet in Private and Public
albums.  Much as I enjoyed looking at the Private pic, I kept going to the
Public ones, desperate for the number of views to rise above 1.

   When I woke up in the morning, the number had gone up to 53, and after
breakfast I found Mr Casters opening up the Gym.

   "Sir, I was told to return this," handing him the carrier bag.

   "Oh, right, of course," he replied, taking it from me and checking
inside.  "It was a sample, from when we changed the team colours?" he
added.

   "Ah," I replied, "rejected?"

   "ha ha yes, of course.  It was too, um, well not opaque enough!  Can you
imagine the scandal!" he smiled, making me think he would have loved to
have his teams of teenage girl swimmers all wearing the basically
see-through swimsuits.  I could almost see the images parading across his
mind's eye, all those lithe youthful bodies practically naked under his
gaze.

   Mr Casters shook himself from his reverie, smiled and went inside.  I
returned to our Common Room.

   We didn't post any more photos during the week, but watched the view
count steadily rise with a variety of saucy, fun, and approving comments.
Most of our spare time was spent preparing our Act for the Talent Show.  By
the Friday evening audition we were ready.

   Our slot was more than halfway through the evening.  Peeking out at the
audience from behind a flat in the wings, we could see that there were
still plenty of girls in the audience as well as a lot of the teachers, men
and women.  Then it was our turn.

   "Three Little Maids?" called Mr James, the PE teacher who was this
year's show Producer.

   We walked out onto the stage and faced the audience, half dazzled by the
bright lights pointing at us from over head.

   "And your act is ..." Mr James consulted his notes, "a dance?"

   "Yes Sir," I replied, "That's right."

   We could see him looking a bit sceptical as he took in our blue school
trackie tops, short dark wrap-over hockey skirts, white knee socks and
trainers.  Once we started moving he would also see that we had matching
brunette ponytails that would sway with the music.

   "Ok, lets see what you've got," he replied, clearly having had enough of
Dance Acts for the evening.

   Em nodded to a younger girl in the wings and three of them came on
stage, giving us each a bright red inflated party balloon before promptly
leaving the way they'd come.

   Then the music started.

   A very well known tune ...  Da, da-Da, da-Da, Da, Da-da-da-da,

   Holding our balloons in our right hands, first we swayed, stepping right
and left, then turned away from audience, then back.  Then we faced away
from them again, still swaying to the music, and with bold obvious
movements unzipped our trackie tops and slipped off 1 sleeve at a time,
balloon in the other hand.  It was a bit awkward, but as the trackie tops
fell to the stage our tight white too-small aertex hockey shirts were
revealed, thin bra straps visible beneath, and plenty of bare skin between
the short hems and our skirts.  The audience liked that, and we got a few
whistles of approval.  Facing them again we stepped right and left
rhythmically waving the balloons to our side and above our heads, bending
forward from the hips and straightening.

   Just when it felt like they might have had enough, I ripped off Em's
skirt and after a pause she covered her small blue sports knickers with her
balloon but not the wide gap of bare belly between the knickers and the hem
of the hockey shirt.  Then Suz ripped off my skirt and I covered myself
with my balloon just like Em, and of course I then ripped off Suz's skirt.
That got cheers and a few laughs, and we repeated the previous dance moves
but kept our knickers teasingly covered by the balloons, feeling
deliciously naughty on stage in a tiny shirt, sports knickers, knee socks
and trainers.

   The music faded out, and we bowed.

   "Well, its different.  Its fun and cheeky but needs more work to be
fluid, but I'll clear you to go through to the rehearsal next week,"
announced a smiling Mr James.

   We high-fived and grinned at each other, but knew we had a lot to do to
make the Act work.  We'd have to look on the internet for further
inspiration.

   It was a good thing we practiced more that weekend, because during the
following week I had intensive pre-match swimming training for the away
fixture on the Wednesday afternoon.

   The minibus arrived at the other school about 2pm, and soon Mr Casters
had the eight of us in their Sports Centre to change.  Two of us each would
compete in breast stroke, back stroke, fly and freestyle, then form two
teams of four for the freestyle relay; basically five events, in that
order. I was to swim freestyle and the third relay leg for Team A.

   Just as we were going to the Girls' changing room Mr Casters pressed
something into my hand and muttered, "keep your phone on."

   Puzzled I carried on into the locker room and found a space and peg to
put my things.  Opening my hand I saw 'that swimsuit'.  My heart pounded
and dry-mouthed I checked to see if anyone had notice and quickly stuffed
it in my sports bag.

   Just then my phone vibrated, and checking I saw a message from Him.

   'Do you still want to accept instructions?'

   'Yes Sir, of course'

   'You will wear the alternative swimsuit'

   Although my chest felt like it was going to explode, I wasn't really
surprised.  I was scared.  Nervous.  Maybe even excited.  But not
surprised.

   I went into a toilet cubicle and with some difficulty stripped out of
the tracksuit and proper team costume and slipped into the revealing one,
covering up again in time to return to my peg.  Wrapping my towel round my
body from armpits to mid thigh over the suit and leaving the trackies
behind, I went with the rest of the girls to the pool.

   We walked out from under the raised seating and viewing area directly
onto the poolside, then round the shallow end towards the large plate glass
windows that lined the length of the building on that side, turning right
to the competitors benches that ran between the windows and the pool.  The
Home team had the first set of benches, and as the Away team we had the
ones nearer the deep end.  We all sat in a line facing the audience of
parents and visitors who were above the other side of the swimming pool. 
There seemed to be quite a few of them, considering we were just two teams
of eight.  It seemed like it wasn't just the families who wanted to see
sixteen nubile teenage girls in nothing but swimsuits for a whole
afternoon. I smiled.

   "Right girls, discipline!" said Mr Casters, "we will look like a well
disciplined team and psyche out the opposition.  So all of you sit on your
school towels, feet and knees together, heads up, looking like a team!"

   At least my 'other' swimsuit was the right shade to blend in with the
rest of my school friends even if it did reveal my nipples, but I supposed
that at this stage few would notice anything, so unwrapping I sat like the
rest, glancing up at the balcony seating but I wasn't getting any special
attention yet.

   Just then the Home team girls came out in a line, all in step, carrying
matching towels in their left hands, swimming hats on, bodies like fit
clones in their almost black high leg high front swimwear.  They marched to
their bench, turned together, and sat simultaneously, the woman coach
quietly giving orders.  I could see why Mr Casters wanted us to look
disciplined, not wanting to be outdone.

   "Andi, I want you to swap with Georgina and swim the backstroke race
today, Georgie you'll swim freestyle."

   "Er, ok Mr Casters," I replied looking at Georgie, a cute slim blonde
who looked as mystified as I was, until for me the penny dropped, and a
warm glow suffused my tummy.

   Then it was announcements on the PA and the event was underway.

   We lost the first race, the breast stroke, coming second and fourth, and
then I was up.

   Walking confidently to the shallow end past my own team mates and then
the opposition girls, swim hat now on, I turned left towards the audience
to lane 2.  I knew full well that my nipples were clearly visible, already
swelling and hardening from their exposure, and that the light fabric
wasn't supportive enough without a lining to stop my breasts from wobbling
as I moved.  If I hadn't shaved between my legs my bush would have been
obvious.  The walk to Lane 2 was too short but was very arousing.  If the
audience were enjoying my body through the swimsuit now, they were going to
get a treat as soon as it was wet.

   At the signal all four of us slid into the water, readying goggles and
gripping the rail for the start of the backstroke; two lengths.

   And we were off!

   For the moment I was concentrating on a good start, arms and legs in a
steady rhythm, rolling my body and gliding through the water, eyes on the
distant ceiling and looking for the end-of-length marker ready to turn. 
Then it was tumble round, a good one this time, and kick off the wall,
remembering coach's advice of hips high and smooth breathing and movement.
A glance each way told me I was about even with the girls either side, and
soon it was the other end-of-length marker.  A few extra powerful strokes
and I was home.

   Rolling over to face the end, my shoulders under water like the other
three, I caught my breath, working out that I'd come second.  Then it was
all out to make way for the Fly event.  Pulling myself out of the water I
heard a gasp from my right, and saw the other school's swimmer staring at
my boobs, and I remembered I was basically naked in the see-through suit.
Smiling to myself I pretended nothing was wrong and lifted myself onto the
side, removing my goggles and swim hat, turning slightly towards the
viewing gallery as I shook out my hair and then stood tall and straight,
excited to be displaying my practically nude body to so many strangers.  I
wondered if any were taking pictures but didn't look up to find out.

   Returning to our bench, my back was to the audience until I turned right
along the window side of the pool, when they could see me in profile,
hopefully getting a good side view of my right tit.  It was delicious.

   Once back in my place, again facing the crowd, I sat up straight with
shoulders back displaying my tits while the suit was still wet.

   "Andi!  What happened to your swimsuit!" Georgie whispered urgently.

   "Oh, I needed an emergency replacement last minute; this was all I could
get," trying not to lie too much, pretending I didn't realise just how much
I was revealing.

   Georgie was so sweet, she decided to leave me in apparent ignorance,
probably thinking I'd be mortified if I knew I was basically naked.

   On the way home in the school bus no-one mentioned my swimsuit, but I
knew they were desperate to talk about it.  By the time we had finished the
Relay event everyone knew, and everyone had enjoyed a good look, and I
loved every minute.  We actually won the last event, and I made a point of
waving to the crowd and jiggling up and down in my excitement at our
victory.  I had been a wonderful afternoon.

   Friday evening came round much too fast, and Em and Suz and I were still
putting the finishing touches to our Talent Show routine as the curtain
came up for the Dress Rehearsal.

   I'd had a message from Him congratulating me on the swimming and asking
me to dinner on Saturday evening.  The distraction didn't help us get the
routine ready.

   Suddenly it was our turn.  Mr James gave us the cue and the backing
music was started.  This time it was the Pink Panther.

   We let the first refrain play, then stepped on from Stage Right, three
brunette girls with ponytails dressed in trench coats and black heels and
each wearing a grey trilby hat and dark glasses, stepping every second beat
in time with each other.

   Once we were centre stage we faced our audience, swaying to the music
like last time, stepping right and left.

   Turning our backs to the audience we unfastened the coats and slipped
them off our shoulders, uncovering white shirts, then pulled the coats back
up and closed and turned to face the audience.  We were already getting
cat-calls and whistles; word of our audition must have got out.

   Still stepping in time to the beat we dramatically opened the coats to
reveal a flash of school uniform, but modified.  The white shirts were too
small, straining the buttons across our chests and just reaching as far as
the tartan skirts, which themselves were barely long enough to cover the
essentials.  Our blue/red stripey ties were halfway down, and our dark
hold-up stockings were ripped, a significant gap showing between their tops
and the skirt hems.  More cheers, lots more.

   Closing the coats we turned our backs to the audience, then opened them
and again slipped them off our shoulders to fall on the floor, then faced
the audience still stepping to the music.

   In one fluid movement I took my hat off with my left hand, and reaching
across my body put it over Em's middle while ripping her skirt off with my
right.  Cheers and gasps.

   Suz then did the same to me, and I reached across with my right hand and
ripped off her skirt while stepping back and turning round as Em took off
her hat to cover Suz, and Suz moved her hat to cover Em.

   The whole movement made sure the audience got a flash of both Em and
Suz's blue knickers, and mine from the back only covered by the other two
girls' arms.

   Yep, they loved it.

   Then the other two turned their backs to the audience and we
inefficiently swapped who was covering who's ass with which hat, to many
laughs, before putting our hats on our heads again, our knickers no longer
covered.

   In a dramatic gesture we ripped open our shirts and let them fall to the
stage, leaving us each with a backless high leg school colours swimsuit and
loosened tie, ripped stockings and heels.

   Turning once more and covering our chests with the hat, we gave our
final bow, and skipped off Stage Right as the music faded.

   Mr James was waiting for us.

   "Well done, girls!  A bit risquÃ(C), but yes ok for the performance," he
grinned at us.

   Phew!

   The next day was quite a lot of fun.  The three of us were getting lots
of congratulations from other girls for our rehearsal performance the night
before, and even some positive comments from a few of the teachers who'd
been watching.  They all appeared to think it a lot of fun, and it seemed
like word had gone round that we'd stepped things up from first audition to
dress rehearsal, and there was an expectation that we'd step it up again
for the performance.

   Since it was Saturday, Em, Suz and I went into the local town in the
morning doing some last-minute shopping, and by early afternoon we were all
discussing my invitation to dinner that night.

   The other two girls weren't invited, just me.

   They were really sweet, wanting to be sure that I was going to be safe,
and I assured them that my 'boyfriend', as they thought of him, would never
harm me.

   While we were chatting in our dorm room, I got a text from him.

   'You will receive instructions from time to time, which you are to
follow without question.  Do you wish to back out?'

   Em and Suz were reading the message over my shoulder as we all sat on my
bed.

   'No Sir, I don't want to back out,' I replied, and the other two girls
exchanged looks at my use of Sir.

   'Are you sure?'

   'I'm sure, Sir; please allow me to follow all instructions you give me
completely and without question, Sir.'

   "That is one weird boyfriend you got there, Andi!" said Suz in her most
disapproving voice.

   "And you're one weird chick to go along with it!" added Em.

   I just shrugged and smiled at them, but the look on Em's face suggested
she at least might just have 'got it'.

   'You will wear waterproof mascara, no perfume, and no other makeup or
jewellery.  Dinner is at the same house as before.  A car will collect you
from outside the school entrance; you will recognise the driver.  Come in
by the garden entrance, not the front door or garage.'

   By mid afternoon I was ready; showered, shaven, waterproof mascara, no
perfume just a clean soapy smell.  My insides were again all squirmy as I
made my way to the school gate, seeing a familiar car waiting.  As I
approached it the nearest window powered down, and a very recognisable
voice said,

   "Afternoon, Andrea, hop in."

   Opening the door I slid into the front passenger seat next to Mr James,
shutting myself in and fixing the seatbelt over my stretch jeans and pale
blue v neck sweater, the large shoulder bag resting in the footwell in
front of me.

   We drove in silence following a different route to that taken by the bus
of my other visit, but although not talkative, my driver was smiling most
of the time and seemed pretty pleased with himself.  I wondered just what
was in store.

   Mr James dropped me by the garden gate and I let myself in and through
to the house, straight into the kitchen.  There was a large sheet of paper
held against the fridge with a magnet.  It read, 'Keep your phone on the
kitchen counter for your instructions.'

   Putting my bag on the floor out of the way, I tugged out my phone and
placed it on the counter near the fridge after sending a brief text to Em
and Suz that I'd arrived and was ok.

   Just then there was a commotion at the door I'd just come in by, and it
was barged open by the back of a largish man in a white tunic and checked
black and white trousers, a tall white cotton hat on his head.

   Turning to face me I saw that he had a very large dark moustache, was
early middle-aged, had sparkling blue eyes and was carrying a tray-like
open box of foil trays.

   "You're the help, huh?" he grunted at me.  Before I could answer he
added, "there's more in the van; pile 'em here by the sink," as he put his
own box down.

   A bit surprised I just nodded and went out the way I'd come, seeing a
small catering van with the back double doors open, a few more boxes
stacked inside.

   Grabbing the top one I ferried it inside, then went back for another. 
With both of us unloading it didn't take long and soon the Chef, which I
guessed he must be, was sorting the foil trays and decanting delicious
smelling things into dishes, switching on the oven and opening the
microwave.  He was terribly efficient and I mostly stood by and marvelled,
carrying out the occasional little task when asked, including carrying a
tray of yummy looking hors d'oeuvres and another of champagne filled wine
glasses through to the empty sitting room.

   My phone buzzed.

   "You better answer it," said Chef.

   'Go into the downstairs bathroom, put on the clothes provided, return to
the kitchen.'

   'Yes Sir,' I replied, and hurried away.

   Waiting for me was a hangar covered in a see-through cover, like you get
from the Dry Cleaners.  Smiling, I took out the clothes and started to
change.

   When I was done, my own clothes now on the hangar, I took a selfie and
sent it to Em and Suz, trying hard not to grin.  I thought I looked rather
good in the white fitted button front blouse and very short black skirt
with a tiny white apron, dark hold-up stockings to just above my knees,
black heels, three-quarter shelf bra just visible through the thin cotton.

   Almost as soon as I got back to the kitchen the doorbell went, and
guessing what was expected of me I hurried to answer it, having got a brief
nod of approval for my uniform from Chef.

   "Good evening, and welcome," I announced as soon as I had the door open
and admitted a slim elegant woman, probably in her thirties, severe short
haircut but expensive, tailored black trouser suit over a cream button
front blouse, minimal jewellery of diamond stud earrings.

   She ignored me completely and strode in, making her own way to the
sitting room.

   No sooner had I closed the door when the bell sounded again, this time I
admitted a couple of women, well a woman of a similar age to the previous
guest, and girl only a little older than me.  Again I greeted them with,
"good evening and welcome," and the woman answered,

   "Oh look, Clara, she's as gorgeous as he said!"

   "Mm," agreed Clara, who grinned at me and kissed her partner erotically
on the lips, then they both continued on to the sitting room where light
conversation could already be heard.

   Again the door went, and this time I let Mr James and Mr Casters in, who
both gave me a charming kiss on the cheek before following me.

   Wanting a little attention, I announced them as I led them into the
sitting room, looking The Inspector in the eye while admiring his very
smart traditional Dinner Suit,

   "Mr Casters and Mr James, Sir," completing my performance with a little
curtsy, head bowed.

   Looking up to see what reaction I'd prompted I was met with total
indifference, everyone ignoring me and making the usual boring grown-up
party small talk.

   Just as I was returning to the kitchen I heard the Inspector say,

   "Its good to see you all here, I hope we'll have an enjoyable evening.
I've planned a little entertainment, but its unrehearsed and unscripted, so
we'll just see how we go.  Now ..."

   "Ok, time to get to work," announced Chef as soon as I got back to the
kitchen, pointing to a tray of cocktails with a small name card on it. 
"Take that in, and be sure to announce every serving clearly so everyone
can hear; its on the card." Chef dismissed me with a shake of his head and
got on with whatever he was preparing next.

   Carrying the tray in both hands I stepped through the sitting room
doorway and clearing my throat, announced with a blush, "A Long Slow Screw
Against the Wall?"

   There was silence and stares, then the Inspector beckoned me forward and
took a glass from my tray, motioning me to continue round the roomful of
guests.

   Having served the Inspector and the severe woman and Clara I heard the
Inspector ask,

   "How do you like my waitress's uniform?"

   There was a pause, then as I offered the tray to Mr James he said,

   "Almost as revealing as a certain Talent Show costume!  Ha ha!"

   "Yes, quite a memorable rehearsal!" added Mr Casters, as he too took a
glass, and then the Clara's partner.

   "Memorable how?" asked the severe lady.

   "Oh, ha ha, it was basically a strip tease!" clarified Mr James.

   "Yep, a strip and a huge tease!" added Mr Casters.

   "You mean in the act the girl removed one layer of clothing at a time?"
asked the Inspector.

   "Oh yes, very hot, all three of them actually, almost too hot to allow
it to go forward to the Show tomorrow night."

   "Three of them?" asked Clara's partner, a little surprised and more than
a little interested.

   "Oh yes Rebecca, all nubile brunettes, ha ha," replied Mr Casters.

   "That I'd like to see!" chipped in the severe woman.

   "I'm sure I can arrange tickets, if you'd really like, Miss L?" added Mr
James, looking to Mr Casters who nodded.

   "We'll call you when we need you," and with that the Inspector dismissed
me back to the kitchen.

   I was all hot and excited, loving being discussed like that.  I'd have
to tell Em and Suz how much they were enjoyed, and that we were attracting
our own little audience.

   While the chef did more transferring of food to dishes, including what
looked like a starter of smoked salmon circles with a little twist of
salmon on top, served on larger circles of buttered fresh white bread, I
texted a quick message to Em and Suz, telling them it was going well, that
I was safe and having fun.

   Just as I pressed 'Send' the phone buzzed in my hand.

   'You may announce Dinner.'

   Taking a breath to steady myself, I went through to the sitting room
where everyone was still standing around chatting, and clearing my throat
say as loud as I could,

   "Ladies and Gentlemen, your host is pleased to inform you that Dinner is
Served!"

   Bowing my head I curtsied to the assembled guests, led the way to the
dining room double doors which I opened, and stood in the doorway as they
all filed past me to the already laid table, jugs of water and bottles of
wine in the centre.

   I watched with admiration how the Inspector effortlessly guided them all
to the seats he wanted, nodding to me to push each chair in as the person
sat, and to lay a linen napkin across their lap.

   The Inspector was at the head of the table, of course, and at the other
end opposite him was the severe trouser-suited Miss L.  To the Inspector's
left was Clara, and next to her, on Miss L's right, was Mr James.  On Miss
L's left was Mr Casters, and next to him on the Inspector's right was
Rebecca, Clara's partner.  Boy girl boy girl going round the table; Clara
and Rebecca opposite each other, Mr Casters and Mr James opposite each
other.

   "You may serve the starter," the Inspector's voice prompting me back
into action.

   Returning from the kitchen with the tray of starters I blushed as I read
out the card, announcing "Virgin's Nipples" before placing a serving before
each diner and then retiring to the kitchen.

   Chef was finishing arranging some type of pink jointed sea food into a V
shape on a bed of steaming rice with a frilly skirt of green leaf
vegetable. I was expecting a text pretty soon to serve the Main Course.

   'You may clear away the starters.'

   Once back in the kitchen I placed the crocs in the dishwasher and picked
up the tray of Chef's sea food.

   My phone buzzed.

   'Leave your blouse in the kitchen, serve the Main.'

   Taking a breath, I raised my fingers to the top button of my white
blouse, getting an amused glance from Chef, and as soon as I was down to my
white shelf bra which barely covered my light pink nipples, I picked the
tray up again and in the Dining Room announced, "Spread her Legs," my top
half somewhat incongruous above the tiny black skirt and hold up stockings
and black heels.

   While I was putting the plates before each diner I heard Mr Casters
quip,

   "Yes, that was how the Talent Show act went, first the shirt came off!"
sounding very pleased with himself.

   I returned to kitchen cheeks burning, but now guessing the plan.

   Leaving the blouse off, I helped Chef tidy up and we started the
dishwasher on a fast program, and he let me sample some of his delicious
food.  He seemed to enjoy working with a half naked teenage girl but
managed to avoid seeming pervy, which was fine with me.

   'You may clear away the main.'

   Back in the Dining Room I cleared the plates, enjoying hearing them
discuss my body.  Rebecca liked my bra, but Clara said I shouldn't need it
at my age.  I was glowing inside.

   Chef had his dessert ready, and we waited for the text message.

   'Serve the dessert, no skirt.'

   Back in the Dining Room I announced, "Bend Her Over," a sort of mousse
concoction in different shades of pink looking like bum cheeks, legs and
well defined pussy lips seen from behind.

   I walked round the table placing each one, feeling sexy in my three
quarter white bra and skimpy white lace panties, contrasting with the dark
hold up stockings and heels.

   "I never did get a close up look at her in the talent show"

   "Oh I did, and it was worth it!"

   "That doesn't seem right," interrupted the Inspector, " ...  Andrea let
Mr Casters have a closer view of you in your underwear, and Mr James too,
in fact all the guests"

   Tummy squirming but enjoying it, I stood at the end of the table between
Miss L and Mr Casters, arms out, turning on the spot.

   "I said a close up!"

   I stepped closer to Mr Casters and repeated the performance.

   "Mm, I can see why you thought it was worth it, Mr James."

   Stepping closer to Miss L I rotated slowly for her, then walked behind
her to Mr James.

   "Yes, its even better than I remember!"

   Loving the praise and attention I visited each guest in turn.

   "You may go."

   Back in the kitchen Chef and I emptied the dishwasher and restacked it,
leaving room for more.

   'Clear away the desserts.'

   I returned, and having to bend forward to collect dishes, gave each
diner a good down bra view, receiving a few "very nice!", "great tits,"
"good choice of bra," and from Clara, "she shouldn't need a bra," among
other comments.

   In the kitchen the Chef had prepared a well stocked cheese board.  The
last course.  Since I'd taken something off for each course so far, Chef
and I were just waiting for the instruction to go topless, bare breasted,
tits out.  Shit I was excited.

   We were kept waiting.  The guests were kept waiting.

   'You may bring in the cheeseboard.'

   Phew, let off the hook.  But maybe also feeling a little let down.  Then
again, some of the guests were teachers, they had their careers to think of
..  A half naked school girl serving them dinner in front of witnesses was
hardly good for their futures!

   Just as I was leaving the kitchen, my phone buzzed on the counter behind
me.  Shit!  I put down cheeseboard.

   'Without your bra.'

   Oh my!  Tummy flipping at the huge change, the unexpected, I felt the
blood rushing under my skin.  My fingers were shaking so much that Chef had
to undo my bra strap.

   Picking up the cheese board again I faced him with a "will I do?" look
on my face.  He looked me over, smiled into my eyes and nodded, and
completely topless I walked into the Dining Room.

   Of course my hands were full with the board, which was at the level of
my waist.

   They all just stared as I put it down in the middle of the table.  I
hesitated, embarrassed, delighted, horny, wanting to disappear but also to
savour the moment of being topless in front of two teachers and three total
strangers I'd never met before tonight.

   There were no comments, silence.

   I glanced at each of their faces ..  They were not looking in my eyes! I
smiled, loving the appreciation; and turning walked to the door, ass
swinging.

   "Andrea, would you get another bottle of the red from the sideboard?"

   Shit, I turned back into the room and went to the cupboard behind Mr
James, bending over at the hips to open the low door and get the bottle,
then turning to the table I placed it carefully in front of the Inspector.

   "Thank you Andrea ...  No comments gentlemen?  Ladies?"

   "Wow, she looks even better close up!"

   "And you got to see this at the Talent show?"

   "No, not really, she had a swimsuit on, but wow!"

   "So you like what you see?"

   "Like?  She's gorgeous!  I mean, what amazing tits!"

   I was glowing with embarrassed pleasure.

   Once again I turned to go, but the Inspector stopped me.

   "Andrea, my dear, You're not properly dressed, are you?"

   I hesitated at the door and turned to face him, feet together and hands
loosely clasped in front of me, eyes lowered.

   "No Sir, I'm not properly dressed." This was delicious.

   "In what way are you not dressed properly?"

   Having this inappropriate conversation with the Inspector in front of
his guests was churning my tummy in the nicest way.

   "I'm in front of your guests in just my underwear, Sir, with my bare
tits hanging out for everyone to see."

   "I don't consider that at all improper, Andrea." Then addressing the
others in the room, went on, "does anyone else consider it improper for
Andrea to have her bare tits hanging out for all of us to see?"

   "Not in the slightest," replied Miss L, the slim elegant woman in the
black trouser suit and cream blouse with severe short haircut, "I would
expect that to be quite normal when she's in this house, regardless of who
else you have here."

   There were murmurs of agreement and approval.

   The Inspector nodded, then dangled two items, one from each hand so that
I and everyone else could see.  In his left was a pretty black satin and
velvet choker.  In his right was a black leather dog collar with steel
studs, complete with buckle and steel loop.

   "You may choose, Andrea.  Ribbon, or collar?"

   Oh fuck!  Was there really a choice?

   "Please would you put the collar on me, Sir?"

   He smiled, and at his beckoning I came forward and knelt by his chair
while he fastened the buckle behind my neck.  When I stood up he attached a
short black leather leash to the steel loop at the front of the collar,
arranging it to hang down vertically between my breasts.

   "There, much better!" he said.  "Now Andrea, walk slowly round the table
so that everyone may see the collar close, and may enjoy your figure
properly"

   So I circled the table, pausing at each place to lean forward giving
them their own excellent close view of my naked tits, and the rest of my
body as either I approached or moved on to the next person.

   "You may go, thank you.  Return to the kitchen and start tidying away,
there's a good girl"

   Good Girl!!  How lovely!

   Adding a little bounce into my step I left the room.  Chef greeted me
with a wide grin and appreciative stare, and I posed briefly to let him
enjoy the view of me in just my briefs and stockings with a collar and
leash.  His obvious delight just added to my general happiness and maybe
even a sense of achievement.

   With the exhibiting done but still topless, I helped Chef stack the
dishwasher again and started to gather the caterers equipment ready for the
van.

   Thank goodness it was all over.  It had been awesome and felt amazingly
good.  To be allowed to show off my body, safely, but to total strangers,
was wonderful, and to do it in front of my teachers as well just raised it
to another level.

   My phone buzzed.  "That'll be my dismissal," I quipped, glancing over to
Chef who was still busy packing up boxes.

   'Switch on the coffee machine, and in 3 minutes bring the coffee pot on
a tray into the sitting room.'

   OK, so only almost finished.  I asked Chef about the coffee and he
pointed to the machine in the corner that he'd already prepared.  I
switched it on, as commanded, and helped Chef pile the packed boxes by the
kitchen door, deliciously aware of my partial nakedness.

   Before the coffee was done my phone buzzed again.

   'remove your panties.'

   Oh fuck shit bugger whoopee bugger wow.

   Hooking my thumbs into the waistband I faced Chef and drew the skimpy
white lace briefs over my hips and down my thighs.

   I loved it.  He stood back, arms folded, unashamedly enjoying my
display, to my own delight.

   Naked apart from heels and stockings, collar and leash, I carried the
coffee pot and cups on a wide tray into the sitting room, very conscious of
how bare my freshly shaved pussy was.

   Taking my time, I arranged everything on a low table in the centre of
the room, mostly bending low so that my naked breasts hung down, swinging
with my every movement, circling the table to give everyone a view of my
front and back.

   "Thank you, Andrea, we'll pour.  You may go."

   Dismissed I returned to help Chef, hoping the dinner guests liked
looking at my bare bum.

   After tidying everything away together, Chef and I paused for a small
glass of bubbles.  It was sexy and fun to be working naked with a clothed
mature man who fully appreciated my body without seeming pervy.  I wanted
to do this again.

   "The guests will have retired to the garden with their coffees, so we'll
set up the finale, my Special, in the Dining Room.  Come on, " announced
Chef, and a bit non-plussed I picked up the tray of summer fruits and
sauces and followed him.

   A short time later the Host and his guests returned, to find me lying on
my back on the now cleared table.

   I was elegantly dressed in dessert foods; chocolate sauce, whipped
cream, fresh fruits of strawberries, raspberries, sliced kiwi, cherry.

   The guests used long handled silver spoons to dine directly from my body
until I was laid bare.  I don't know if you've ever had the delight of
being used as a platter, but it's incredibly erotic.  The gradual
uncovering, the sensation of the cold spoons on your skin, the feel of the
food itself, a kind of cool liquidy mess, the stares, the concentration on
the sexy bits of the body, nipples, pussy, belly, before eventually
everything is gone.

   "Did you enjoy the Finale?" the Inspector asked his guests, with a hint
of triumph in his voice.

   "Quite spectacular!  I would enjoy dining off this particular platter
again!" replied the severe looking Miss L.

   "Me too!" added Rebecca, exchanging grins with her partner Clara.

   "I wouldn't mind if this were standard serving in the Staff Room on
Saturday evening, ha ha," Mr Casters chipped in, and Mr James nodded his
enthusiastic agreement, adding, "maybe the Three Little Maids could take it
in turns?" and they shared smiles and knowing looks.  I wasn't sure I
should share that with Em and Suz.

   Soon after that my two teachers took an arm each and helped me in my
sticky slimy state up to the bathroom, putting me in the shower under warm
water.  There was some expensive looking shampoo and body wash.  I noticed
they stayed while I showered and washed my hair, but hey, did I mind?

   Once the shower was off everything went quiet apart from the breathing
of Mr James and Mr Casters.  It was almost as if they were panting.

   There were vague muffled sounds from downstairs which faded with a
repeated opening and closing of the front door, and soon it was quiet and
peaceful.

   Mr James held out his hand to help me out of the shower, and I was
exquisitely aware that I was soaking wet and totally naked while the two
men were dry and clothed.  The contrast seemed to emphasise my nudity and
stepping onto the bath mat I sighed with pleasure.  Mr Casters held open a
large fluffy white towel which he draped round my shoulders before using
the corners to dry my shoulders and my breasts.  Looking into my eyes he
really made sure my tits were dry.  Then he lifted the towel from my back
up to my head and gently started to dry my hair.

   Mr James by now had another towel ready, and kneeling at my feet started
rubbing there and up each leg to the knee, then each thigh, then my bum
cheeks round and round, gently rubbing and separating them.

   "Mr Casters, is Andrea's bum dry?" he asked, looking beyond my shoulder
to his colleague.

   The drying of my hair paused and I felt two large warm hands softly but
firmly explore my bum cheeks.

   "Yes, I think so, Mr James, " then a pause, "but I should probably check
her chest, don't you think?"

   "Andrea?" asked Mr James.

   What possible reason did I have for stopping them?

   "You should really make sure, I think," I replied while keeping a
straight face, "I'm sure Sir will want to know that I've been properly seen
to?"

   "Andrea would like it if you checked her chest and belly are dry, Mr
Casters.  Then I'll dry between her legs."

   Oh my!  What a promise!  I felt the strong warm hands slide across my
hips and sides up to my breasts, caressing them, stroking them, exploring
them, gently squeezing the nipples which were already full and puffy.

   Opening my eyes and looking down I watched those hands on my tits, then
lower watched Mr James dry my inner thighs and between my legs, rubbing
slowly with the soft towel against my outer labia, forward and back,
teasing.

   Moving my knees further apart I tried to press my pussy down onto the
hand inside the towel but he kept moving it away.

   Mr Casters walked round to my left shoulder, and started working my left
tit again in his knowing hands while watching Mr James towel my hot shaved
pussy.

   "I don't think she's very dry, Mr James," he said as if disapproving.

   "I better check, then," was the reply and the towel was gone, replaced
with another warm strong hand as Mr James cupped between my legs and
pressed hard.

   I grunted at the sudden change in sensations and looked down to watch
the two mens' hands teasing my body.  The ripples of climax were building
fast and I started panting, pressing myself into the hands, and suddenly
they weren't there.

   "What?" I cried in anguish.

   "Not now, Andrea," replied Mr Casters, smiling and gently kissing my
cheek, and they quickly finished drying me off and handed me my original
clothes.

   Once I was dressed Mr James tied a soft black scarf over the top half of
my face and with one of them on each side they guided me back downstairs.

   I knew I was back in the main room, sat on a chair facing the window and
easily recognised the Inspector's voice as he very formally asked me my
name and age, which I told him, wondering if there was a video camera.

   "Are you ready to describe your Dirty Fantasy, as promised?"

   "Oh!  Um, er, yes Sir," a bit surprised, but then thinking this would be
quite hot, talking about it in front of him and presumably my two teachers
who I suspected were still there.

   "I've had this fantasy for a couple of years now, since a holiday in the
Mediterranean.  Ok so it's summer and I'm on holiday with my Auntie who's
really cool, and walking the beach we see a few fliers advertising a Beach
Bikini Competition early afternoon.  We joke about it but Aunty thinks I
should totally do it which is of course what I want to hear.  Back in the
hotel room I'm taking a shower and shaving my legs and Auntie is reading
the Flier, the prize is a page on a professionally produced 'Babes of the
Beach Calendar - real girls from beaches of this summer' featuring photos
taken during the competition.  It seems they're doing 12 beaches.  We both
think its awesome.  I've trimmed my bush so its short and neat and won't
show in the black string tie bikini I've chosen.  As I'm putting it on
Auntie reads more, like how the afternoon contest is Round one, with a
Final tonight at the Plaza Hotel Function Room, tickets available from
Reception.  Some bla bla then the Company owns all rights to photographs
taken by its photographer bla bla.

   Anyway we turn up in the afternoon and see a big stage on the beach with
a sizeable crowd already and a tent next to it with posters for the
contest, and we both queue with other girls to sign up.  There are beefy
bouncer guys keeping a growing crowd from hassling us.  Once at the front
of the line there's a woman sitting behind a desk and I give her my name
and age and phone number and she says Group Three, number 6.

   We go into another part of the tent where loads of girls are milling
about, each of us in bikinis of all colours and types, but we're all under
30?

   Soon music starts really loud and we can here a guy announcing, and
Group 1 is called.  They all file out and we can hear loads of cheers from
the crowd by the stage and more muffled announcements from the same guy.

   We're all a bit nervous eyeing each other, assessing the competition,
and soon Group 2 is called and we understand that once we've been on stage
we go somewhere else not back here.  Anyway, again there are announcements
we can't make out, cheers and whoops, and soon its Group 3.  I file out
with seven other girls and we're told to take a wrist band with a large
numbered card on it, so I take 6 and put it on my left wrist like everyone
else.  Suddenly we're at the side of the stage by steps going up ..  We can
see the stage clearly but not yet the crowd.  The music is really loud but
the announcer even louder, he's a fit guy, early 30s, in a Hawaiian red
shirt and loose khaki shorts, sandals, and there are more beefy guys at the
back of the stage.

   "And in our third group, lets have NUMBER ONE, please!" he announces,
and up the steps goes a pretty blonde 20 something with a curvy ass and big
boobs in a nice traditional bikini.  She struts on stage right to left then
back to the middle to be interviewed, giving her name (Kirsty) and age (23)
then is invited to walk the front of the stage again, which she does
wiggling her butt and shaking her boobs, and the Announcer encourages a
loud audience reaction, then she's off and its number 2.  On it goes all
quite harmless and soon its my turn.  I have no idea how the noise on stage
compares to when I was at the side and know I need to make a good
impression if I want to get through.

   I saunter across the stage as sexily as I know, different from the other
girls' strutting, glad I wore heels with the bikini, and return for my
interview.  Close to the guy has an aura of power, and I lower my eyes and
face.  When asked my name I look up almost shyly going for the cute effect
and give my name and age, and when invited walk to the front of the stage,
in the centre, hands in hair, gyrating my hips, turning slowly full circle,
getting lots of cheers but no whoops or whistles.  When I'm facing them
again I put my hands to the sides of my bikini top and tease the halter
string outwards, looking at the big crowd with my head tilted and eyebrows
raised, inviting a response.

   The noise goes up with lots of shouts of 'do it!' but I'm not satisfied,
and let go the right side putting that hand to my ear as if I can't hear
them.  They go really loud, loads of shouting, 'do it!', 'get em out!',
'tits!  Tits!', and I love it ...  Gently tugging the strings outwards I
pull the bikini top triangles away from the middle revealing more of my
boobs ..  Cheers and whoops now, then my nipples are bared and its going
crazy with whistles as well.  I parade left and right across the stage
front my top totally to the sides and tits out, shaking them and get a
lovely reaction.  Then I'm back with the announcer who tells me I did
great, and I'm off.

   I'm high as anything, and while I put my bikini top straight again a
bouncer gets a nod from the guy on stage and tells me I'm through to the
final and I'll get a call to come back.

   When I meet up with my Auntie she gives me a knowing look, like I got
caught being naughty, but her eyes are twinkling with shared mischief and
she tells me they were choosing girls who either were dead gorgeous or were
daring, or both.

   The evening starts off like the afternoon had, with us getting ready in
a side area while loud music and announcements eddied out from the stage.
It's a modest sized hotel and we've taken over the Ballroom with a raised
area at one end, presumably for a band, normally.  The dance floor is
packed with chairs and Auntie reckoned they'd get hundreds in there.  The
tickets weren't cheap and they must be making a fortune.  So after all us
girls in the final get a look at where its happening the bouncer guys take
us to this side room to get ready.  We'd all seen the posters around the
ballroom and just outside, collages of photographs taken in the afternoon
session, with a set for each of the last eight.  I noticed that four of the
other girls had moved their bikini tops out the way to get chosen, and the
other three girls were simply stunning.  It was going to be a challenge to
have any chance of winning.

   The Compere guy comes in to explain the format, and after we all sign
more releases we're left to get ready, guarded by our bouncers.

   So first with music playing we all go up on stage with new numbers on
our right wrists, which is the side everyone will see as we get on stage,
I'm five, and we're in tiny denim shorts and tight white cut-off t shirts
with the Calendar sponsors logo across out chests and we line up in number
order swaying to the beat, and one by one a spotlight picks us out and the
Compere guy calls our number and tells to turn slowly on the spot so the
audience can enjoy an all round view, which is pretty fun, and we all get
cheers and claps but its obviously too tame for the crowd.

   Next the guy calls us forward one at a time for a brief interview,
asking us our name, age, where we're from, and we speak into the mic in his
hand.

   Then the guy plays the crowd, holding his hand to his ear and saying,
"What's that?  They're wearing too much?  Really?" Which gets a great crowd
reaction.  He half turns to us and says, "They think you're wearing too
much, girls?  What do YOU think?" and he steps back a bit and the music
gets louder.

   We all look at each other, wondering who'll be first, but actually we
all kinda dance more and start fiddling with t shirt hems or shorts
buttons.

   Number 4 on my left, a pretty slim tall blonde older than me steps
forward and lift her t shirt over her head to show off big boobs in a micro
bikini top, basically just her nipples covered, and the crowd love it, and
soon the other girls are copying revealing varying degrees of daring
bikini.

   I realise mine is almost frumpy by comparison, just the same black
string tie from the afternoon.  But I want to be remembered, so instead of
taking my t shirt off I make a big show of undoing my shorts and sexily
pulling them down, and get my own spotlight as a reward.  I feel quite sexy
in just my bikini and t shirt, and reckon that as the only girl still with
sponsors logo I should get most of the photos.

   "Hey, how do you like it, huh?" asks the guy, and the crowd chants,
"MORE!  MORE!"

   The guy looks at us and into the mic says, "keep going, girls!"

   Pretty soon all of us are dancing in just bikinis, but I tie my t shirt
low on my waist with the logo hanging over my right hip next to my number,
without blocking the view of my bikini bottoms front or back.  I'm going
for maximum photo opportunity with the sponsors.

   "Ok, that's great!  The girls are gonna go off to come back in their
chosen 'Final' outfit," audience whistles and cheers, "for the last section
of the dance-off pose-off"

   We all troop off, waving to the crowd who obviously can hardly wait, and
moments later we're lined up to come back.  The other girls have chosen a
variety of sexy or revealing outfits for the final part of the show, and
look at me with pity since I haven't changed from when we came off.

   "AND NOW, FOR OUR DANCE OFF POSE OFF FINAL, LETS HEAR IT FOR THE GIRLS!"

   And up the steps we go straight on stage, all together in a line.  I
swivel the t shirt on my right hip to make sure its not covering front or
back, and as I get to the top of the stage quickly pull the tie behind my
neck, then the one behind my back, letting the bikini top fall to the stage
wing.  I'm the only girl actually topless, and hope it'll help me win. 
We're so close together only number 6 behind me knows what I've done.

   Up ahead, number 1 steps out into the spotlights waving to the crowd,
greeted with cheers.  Then close behind its number 2.

   Feeling a sudden rush, a madness, with almost fumbling fingers I pull
the side ties of my bikini bottoms, just shedding them as I emerge into the
lights on stage, naked apart from the t shirt logo on my right hip.

   I half face the crowd, waving, letting my bare tits jiggle a little,
showing the logo to the cameras that are flashing like mad at me, but also
making sure I'm showing my nude neatly trimmed dark bush, parading my naked
body for all to see.

   The crowd go wild.  I love it!

   The compere guy does his stuff, we all dance together and in
competition, the other girls all go topless but I'm the only one showing
pussy and bare bum.

   Finally we stand in a line facing the audience as the results are
called. A tall busty brunette, number 3, is third, and she walks forward
for a sash between her huge bare tits and some flowers.

   "Second, its number 5!" Shit that's me!  I step forward and the guy is
careful not to cover my pussy while putting the sash over my shoulder,
arranging it between my tits so both nipples are bared.

   Number 7 wins, but I don't mind.  I've had the best time.

   After coming down we all get dressed and then I'm getting business cards
thrust into my hands, which later I look through.  Mostly photographers,
model agencies, a film producer and what can only be pornography agents. 
But that's a whole other fantasy!"

   When I finished there was a sudden loud clapping and my blindfold was
lifted off to reveal all the guests still present.  I felt myself glowing
and blushing, partly confused but also deeply satisfied, and I drank in
their congratulations and thanks for an excellent evening; and then they
all left.

   "How did you enjoy your evening?" the Inspector asked.

   He arranged for a taxi to get me back to school.

   Finally the night of the Talent Show had arrived.  Suz, Em and I were
all keyed up for our performance which was second to last on the Programme;
no pressure or anything!

   We'd put in more time rehearsing and polishing our Act until it was as
good as we thought we could make it, and as much as we could get away with
for a school show.

   Before the show, and getting ready, and waiting in the wings we got
plenty of good luck wishes, none of this break-a-leg stuff, but it was
pretty clear expectations were high.  Maybe word had filtered out about my
special swim suit at the Match, and everyone knew about our Dress Rehearsal
and stepping things up.  We supposed they might all be looking forward to
something a little more see-through under.

   And then it was our moment.

   With the strains of Tom singing 'You can Leave Your Hat on', we
sauntered smoulderingly on stage, three white brunettes with ponytails, in
Trilby, trench coat and heels and turned our backs to the audience, and at
'Baby take off your coat ..' we shrugged them off our shoulders, and
supporting them on our elbows swished them to the side, confirming that we
were wearing dark hold-up stockings to just above the knee and satiny black
string-tie bikinis.

   In a smooth move we took our hats off to cover our asses.

   Turning to face the audience and keeping our coats undone we used the
hats and the coat flaps to tease them, giving half glimpses and tantalising
flashes of bikini, covering each other in a series of practiced moves,
while swaying to Tom's singing.

   Standing in the middle I turned my back again while Em and Suz faced the
crowd, and I again shrugged the coat off my shoulders till it was hanging
below my waist, baring my back.  Em and Suz took a string each behind my
pulled, slowly, as if undoing my top, until the strings parted leaving my
back bare.  There was a gasp from the audience we could hear even above the
music.  Then they did the same thing again with the tie behind my neck to a
chorus of cat-calls and whistles, and Em whisked my top away, waving it
triumphantly at the audience before dropping it flamboyantly onto the
stage.

   No one could be in any doubt that I was topless, naked from the waist
up.

   We all shed our coats, letting them fall to the stage and kicking them
away.

   We were all wearing our hats and I turned, whipping my hat off to cover
my tits at the last minute.

   There followed another set of timed practiced moves where the girls
covered me with their hats just as I put mine in my head again.  It was all
good fun and the audience loved it.

   All three of us knelt on the stage with our backs to audience, then Em
and Suz turned inwards, audience-side foot and other knee on the floor,
arms across their bodies discreetly covering their bikini tops, hats in
hand over my back, so I slowly stood hat on head, their hats staying in
place till they cover my bikini bottoms, my back bare.

   At 'Raise your arms up into the air' I raised my hands, gyrating my hips
to 'Now shake 'em' while Em and Suz put their hats back on.

   We all took our hats off, I held mine over my boobs, 'You give me a
reason to live', turned to face the audience still gyrating, front bikini
bottom now covered ...  then in a neatly timed move 'You can leave your hat
on' Suz raised her hat to my chest as I put my hat on then raised my hands
in the air, 'Feeling' relying on Suz to keep me covered.

   Again I had my back to the audience, ass covered by other girls hats,
but this time Em and Suz slowly drew strings of my bottoms like they did
with the top, removing them, Suz holding them for everyone to see, There
were louder gasps, though my ass was covered by Em's hat and I was covering
Suz's bikini top.  Everyone could tell that my front which faced away from
the audience was uncovered, totally naked, but anyone watching backstage
would see my naked tits n shaved pussy.

   I noticed both Mr Casters and Mr Jones in the wings, taking photographs
of my front, presumably with the audience in the background.  Oh my, how
that suddenly excited me.  It raised the stakes and made me almost giddy.

   I turned to face the audience and again we swapped hat positions in our
practiced teasing daring moves, my bare tits and pussy only just covered in
time, and certain that the two teachers were taking more photos of my bare
ass cheeks.  I loved it.

   Moving into our finale, again all three of us knelt on the stage with
our backs to the audience, Em and Suz then turned inwards, audience-side
knee and other foot on the floor the other way from before, holding their
hats with the other hand this time to cover my back.  the nearer arm by
their side letting the audience see their bikinis, as I slowly stood using
both hands to hold the hat on my head, the girls' hats staying in place
till they covered my bare bum, naked back uncovered like before.  Mr
Casters and Mr Jones taking even more photos.

   At 'Raise your arms up into the air' I lifted my hands above my head,
gyrating naked hips to 'Now shake 'em' while Em and Suz' hats were over my
bum, one cheek each but flicking them, almost showing my bare cheeks, then
alternated covering my ass with their hats and putting them on their heads
this time giving a quick flash of bare buns.  Hat off, I held it over my
boobs, 'You give me a reason to live' I faced the audience still gyrating,
bare pussy covered by the girls, hat in left hand, then right then left
again almost letting go each time ..  teasing...  then in a neatly timed
move "You can leave your hat on" Suz raised her hat to my chest as I put my
hat back on then had my hands in the air, 'Feeling' relying on Suz to keep
my tits covered and Em my pussy.

   To the last few refrains of 'you can leave your hat on', all three of us
lined up Em, me, then Suz one behind the other facing audience and put the
trilbies on our heads, me naked with hands on Em's shoulders, Suz hands on
mine, then we turned and ran off, me spinning round flashing my naked body
as I dashed off.

   We ran off stage, I was high as a kite but worried ...  what will the
Principal say?  Am I in trouble ...

   But I was looking forward to the most explosive orgasm ever!

   But ...  I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to pose naked
for a real photographer ..
   THE END