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 ï>¿Eveline's Strangest Journey by EC

   Chapter 11 - Feminine Hygiene Product Training

   And yet, it turned out that Eveline's luck was not entirely bad.  Mr. 
Newhart, the school janitor, secretly sympathized with her plight.  That
sympathy didn't mean any clothes were in her future, but it did mean that
she was about to be spared a huge indignity the other senior female
students would have to endure over the next month.

   Mr.  Newhart spent the morning working with county sanitation employees
to shut off the water supply and the sewage drains to the school locker
rooms.  When all the water was shut off, he knew immediately the entire
section of the gym area was a total loss.  The lockers and their contents,
sporting supplies, cleaning supplies, the walls, the floors, the ceilings,
heating and air-conditioning units, and lighting: all of it would have to
be ripped out and hauled to a landfill.  The girls' locker room would have
to be demolished and re-built.  A preliminary loss-estimate was around five
million dollars.  Mr.  Newhart spent the morning mumbling to himself:

   Well, that'll jack up them insurance rates...  fuckin' lazy rich-bitch
girls...  not knowin' what a fuckin' trash can is for...  and I told 'em,
over and over, don't put them damn lady products down the toilets.  I told
'em that...

   Mr.  Newhart took a break in the middle of the day to visit his boss and
give him an update concerning the disaster in the girls' locker room. 
Principal Donovan and the receptionist were ready with some stiff drinks
and snacks.  After what he had endured since coming to school at sunrise,
the janitor was happy to have a shot, and then another.

   While the receptionist served the employee and smiled with her idiotic
Barbie grin, the principal and the janitor discussed how to prevent a "lady
product disaster" from happening again.  Mr.  Donovan wanted to paddle all
of the female student athletes on their bare bottoms in the gym, make them
participate in the site clean-up, and then make them do fund-raisers for
the rest of the year to recoup the money.  Mr.  Newhart liked the clean-up
and fund-raising ideas, but he disagreed with the corporal punishment
portion of his boss's plan.

   "Jack, I don't think hittin' all them girls is gonna do you no good. 
What you gotta do is walk 'em through usin' them trash cans properly, and
embarrass 'em real good so they don't forget.  If they give you any sass,
then you paddle 'em.  But I have an idea, and they ain't gonna forget about
them trash cans, I guarantee ya."

   "OK, so let's hear it."

   Mr.  Newhart told the principal what he had in mind.  Mr.  Donovan
smiled wickedly and commented:

   "Ha-ha-ha!  You old perv!  That's awesome!  Yeah, we'll go with that!"

   "One thing though.  The little naked blond...  the one on Coach
Strickland's team...  "

   "Eveline?"

   "Yeah.  I wanna keep her out of it.  She's a good kid, and I'm pretty
sure she wasn't one of them flushin' them lady products."

   "I'm good with that.  I'll let Strickland know."

   *****

   The janitor proposed a "100% accountability system" for all feminine
hygiene products brought into the school.  Anyone who wanted to use the
female locker room or any of the bathrooms had to turn over any such
products to the school nurse upon bringing them onto the school property,
who in turn put them into a large box.  School policy officially stated
that any hygiene items not turned over to the nurse would be considered
contraband, in the same way illegal drugs were considered contraband.  As
with drugs, any student caught with unregistered feminine hygiene products
in her possession would be expelled from the district.

   The janitor and the principal then set up their plan to seek revenge for
the locker room mess.  Any student who needed to change a tampon or pad had
to report to a table operated by the nurse at the end of an unused hallway.
Before entering the hallway the student had to strip from the waist down,
leave her clothing on a table, and walk down the corridor bottomless.  If
there were other students, she had to wait that way in line until her turn.
Sometimes there were as many as 20 students standing in line.

   In front of the nurse, the janitor, and at least one other faculty
member, the bottomless student would be required to change her tampon. 
After she was called to the table, the girl received her new tampon from
the staff members and signed for it.  Then she had to position herself in
front of an automatic camera, which was set up to record the event and pull
out the used one, in full view of the staff.  She had to hold it up to the
camera and then deposit it into a large trash can.  She then had to face
the camera and recite:

   "This is a trash can.  This is where I always put my unmentionables, and
never in the toilet.  It's simple to understand, really it is, even for
me."

   The blushing culprit then had to return to the spot in front of the
camera, put one of her feet on a small table, and insert the new tampon as
the device continued to record.  The procedure was totally humiliating,
which was the intent.

   The students did not dare object.  With a five-million dollar repair
bill floating around and the threat to send it to the family of any student
who did not cooperate, there was plenty of motivation for the females to be
totally compliant with the bizarre arrangement.

   The girls completely forgot about their naked classmate Eveline.  Each
of them had her own humiliation to deal with.

   *****

   Life would not be getting any easier for the female students at
Eveline's school for quite a while.  To make absolutely sure the sewage
backup crisis never happened again, Mr.  Donovan granted permission for Mr.
Newman to take down all the bathroom stalls in the female restrooms and
remove the doors so the users could be monitored.

   Mr.  Donovan knew the females might try to avoid using the restrooms
during their time at school by not drinking any liquids during the day. 
Doing that would risk dehydration, and the students could not be allowed to
put themselves in that type of danger.  So, to keep them healthy, the
district set up water coolers in each classroom and all female students
were required to drink a cup of water at the beginning of each of their
classes.  After several cups of water, not going to the bathroom was not an
option.

   When you gotta go...  you gotta go...

   Eventually the girls got used to the new routine, but none of them were
happy about it.

   Did any of them ever object?

   No.  As Mr.  Donovan said:

   "We've still got this five-million-dollar clean-up bill that someone's
going to have to pay.  I'd say the best candidate will be the first person
who has any complaints."

   *****

   On the first day of "feminine hygiene product training ", Coach
Strickland told Eveline to skip lunch with the other students and to report
to her room during the noon hour.  The student was enormously relieved that
she would not have to be the only naked person in the cafeteria among
hundreds of classmates.

   Eveline badly had to pee, but she was trying to avoid using the student
bathrooms in which the stalls had been removed and cameras were set up.  It
turned out she was in luck: she wouldn't have to use the students' bathroom
after-all.  The coach informed her about the principal's decision to exempt
her from the "lesson" being taught to her classmates.  Instead, there was a
teachers' bathroom next to Strickland's classroom and because the coach was
the only female teacher in that section of the building, no one else used
it.  Eveline would have permission to go in whenever she wanted, upon
getting the key from her mentor.  She was in a much better mood after she
exercised her bathroom privilege.

   Eveline returned to the classroom and noticed her teacher sitting on the
desk.  She approached Strickland, who patted her leg and invited Eveline to
sit on her lap.  The student knew better than to turn down the offer. 
Strickland seemed in a much better mood than she had been in the morning,
and her student intended to keep it that way.

   As she felt her mentor's hand caress her backside, Eveline was still
extremely stressed about her situation.  She still wished she could get
dressed, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that wasn't going to
happen.  She would remain naked into the foreseeable future, and the sooner
she got used to the idea, the better off she would be.

   Since she would never be allowed to cover her bottom, she knew that it
was important to avoid any corporal punishment and not risk having to run
around with welts or bruises visible on her butt.  That meant doing
everything possible to keep her hostess happy, to never give her any reason
to spank her.  It would be hard, but Eveline knew it could be done.  As
much as she enjoyed disciplining young women, Coach Strickland never did it
without justification.  The trick was not to give her any justification. 
So, if Strickland told her to do something, she would do it without
question and that would be the end of it.

   There was another detail that Eveline understood.  In spite of the
relationship she would be forced to have with her hostess, she would be
encouraged to pursue other relationships as well.  She would be free to
continue her love interest with Lance, for example.  It was interesting
that, as domineering as she might be, Strickland seemed not to be
particularly jealous.

   It turned out Eveline was encouraged to have her own life, as long as
she did not complain about being naked and was careful to do what she was
told.  That really wasn't so bad.

   The student also understood that, if she had to be naked in school, the
timing couldn't have been better.  Her classmates were dealing with the
embarrassing group punishment for the sewage back-up, so they were in no
position to ridicule her.  They had their own public humiliation to deal
with.



   Chapter 12 - Jenny's Obsession: Part 1

   Coach Strickland's team took their official team photo in the gym just a
few days after the sewage crisis in the girls' locker room.  The locker
room was torn up and closed and the smell of sewage still permeated the
air, but it wasn't too bad in the basketball court area if the doors were
open and the fans were blowing.

   By the time the team photo-shoot was scheduled, Eveline knew there was
no point in asking about borrowing a uniform, and none was offered to her.
Nor did she dare ask to stay out of the picture, knowing that there was no
way Coach Strickland would want to take a team photo with any of her
players missing.  So, Eveline resigned herself to posing in the nude with
her dressed teammates.  She already had spent nearly a week without
touching any clothing, so there was no reason to expect the official team
photo would be any different.

   Jenny put her hand on Eveline's bare shoulder just before the camera
went off.  That was to be expected as well.  The team captain just couldn't
keep her hands off the group's naked member.  It was no surprise that
Jenny's obsession with Eveline showed up in the official portrait.

   Coach Strickland approved the photo as the one that would go in the
school yearbook and as the one that would represent the female basketball
team for many years in the building's main entryway.

   After all, it was a nice picture.

   *****

   Eveline could not imagine how her situation could possibly get any
stranger, but that was exactly what happened the first time the team
boarded a school bus to travel to a game at another school.  Eveline
already knew she would be expected to play in the nude due to lack of spare
uniforms, so she nerved herself to get on the bus with the others, all of
whom were dressed.  She would have to deal with having hundreds of
strangers see her visit their school with no clothing.  It would be the
first road-trip out of many that she would have to spend doing the same
thing.

   Jenny stood behind her as they waited to board.  Every time no one was
looking, Eveline felt the team captain's hand caressing her bare bottom. 
Jenny tried to play innocent if anyone glanced in their direction.  She
knew that, after having endured a painful spanking just a few days before,
she really needed to lay-off Eveline, but she couldn't help herself. 
Having her teammate's lovely naked body right next to her was just too much
of a temptation.

   Eveline not only was surprised by Jenny's advances, but also by the fact
that she didn't mind.  She did not try to move away, nor did she do
anything to prevent Jenny's hand from exploring her bare skin.  Secretly,
she enjoyed the attention.  It seemed no one had noticed her before her
family's house burned down, but now she was being noticed, and she liked
it.

   *****

   The bus took the girls on a 40-minute trip across town.  The team
members sat up high and the windows were tinted, which meant that Eveline's
body was temporarily hidden from public view.  That changed when they
arrived at their opponents' school and got off to play.  Eveline took a
deep breath, summoned her courage, and hopped off the bus.  As always, the
hot sun and light breezes hitting her uncovered body heightened her
awareness of her nudity.

   As the team filed into the opposing school's gym, hundreds of onlookers
fell silent as they stared at their school's opponents, all dressed in
metallic wine-colored shorts and gold shirts, with one very notable
exception.

   OMG!  That girl is naked!  Is she really gonna play like that?

   The opposing team were the defending city champions from the previous
year.  They went into the contest very over-confident and were amused at
the thought of having a naked player on the opposite side.

   Everyone expected that Eveline would be so embarrassed and nervous
during the first game away-from-home, she would be totally distracted and
play horribly.  However, the exact opposite happened.  Yes, Eveline was
extremely stressed because of her situation, but her anxiety made her much
more aggressive on the basketball court.  She was not tall enough to make
any baskets, but she became very good at snatching the ball from opposing
players and passing it to her teammates.  Jenny was always ready,
positioned right behind Eveline receive the ball as it was passed to her
and move it to another team member for a basket.

   Oh well, too bad for the defending city champions.  Coach Strickland's
team beat their opponents 94 - 52, largely due to Eveline's steals and
passes.  And, to the total distraction of having a naked player on the
basketball court.  Yes, there was humiliation at the game, but it was due
to the final score, not Eveline's lack of attire.

   After the blow-out game, Coach Strickland's team went into the boy's
shower room (which had been reserved to accommodate the visiting team) to
clean up and get ready to return to Eveline's school.

   Eveline went to a utility sink to wash her face.  She was not surprised
when Jenny came up to her.  Without saying anything, the team captain put
one hand on Eveline's shoulder and started massaging her sweaty bottom with
the other.  Eveline realized that her teammate seemed not to be completely
in control of what she was doing.  Jenny was trembling and her hands were
shaking.  Also, she realized, as she felt Jenny's quivering fingertips
working their way between her sweaty butt-cheeks, that she did not mind
being touched.  She was totally bewildered, but did not resist.

   They heard the footsteps of one of the other team members approaching
that side of the locker room.  Jenny pulled away just in time and
innocently turned on a faucet.  She pretended as though nothing had
happened.

   Eveline wondered what on earth she should do.  The situation with Jenny
was getting really, really strange...

   *****

   In spite of the fact Coach Strickland was very pleased with her
performance on the basketball court, Eveline had to spend the night after
her first nude-in-public game studying.  She was in no mood whatsoever to
study, but she knew the consequences of doing anything else other than
spending quality time with her books would be a severe belt-whipping from
her hostess.  That had to be avoided at all costs, not because Eveline was
afraid of the pain, but because she didn't want to have her bottom covered
with welts and bruises when she went to school the next day.  So... 
studying it would be.

   School let out early the following day.  Eveline asked Lance to take her
to a secluded spot along the nature trail where she had hiked with him the
previous weekend.  She still was as stressed as a person could be, given
her bizarre circumstances and the knowing that the next time Jenny saw her,
she could expect to be fondled yet again.

   Eveline had to convince herself that at least something in her life
could be normal.  Sex with Lance...  maybe that could be normal.  There was
only one way to find out.

   Eveline knew that Lance carried a bunch of items in his hiking backpack,
which included a blanket to sit on.  When they arrived at their destination
she asked him to hand her the blanket.  She then kicked off her shoes and
got on her hands and knees on the blanket.  It was obvious what she wanted
and what she expected.  She wanted to be taken from behind.

   Lance was dumbfounded with his amazing luck.  Not only did he have a
girlfriend who was a public nudist, but also one who was offering herself
to him, just one week into their relationship.  At that point in his life
he couldn't possibly understand her motivation and the turmoil going on
inside her head, but he did recognize an opportunity when he saw one.  He
tossed aside his clothes and got behind her.

   It was his first time.  It wasn't her first time, but it was the first
time she had ever had sex when sober.  So, in a way, it was the first time
for her, the first time she really enjoyed it.

   *****

   Coach Strickland occasionally left Eveline alone in the house when she
went out with her older friends, and usually Eveline took advantage of
having the house to herself to invite Lance over.  Because Lance was so
accepting of Eveline's lifestyle as a nudist, Coach Strickland approved of
him and did not object to him being in the house if she wasn't there.

   Eveline wondered what she should do.  Days had gone by, then weeks, and
now a full month had passed and she had not touched a single article of
clothing except for her shoes and socks.  She was afraid Lance would be
disappointed if she told him the truth about her nudity or asked him to buy
her some clothes.  She was even more afraid of how Coach Strickland would
react if she pushed too hard on wanting to replace her lost outfits.

   Her brother remained in jail, and in fact, was being investigated as a
person-of-interest in a bar shooting the previous year, something Eveline
had not known about.  Her mother still had eight years left on her
sentence. All of her family's property had been seized.  She had no other
relatives and no where to live, apart from her coach's house.  She was
safe, comfortable and, thanks to her mentor, she was actually progressing
towards graduating.  She couldn't afford to do anything to jeopardize
herself.

   But...  but...  this whole nudity situation...  when was she finally
going to get dressed and go back to having a normal life?



   Chapter 13 - The Emerald Empire Auction House

   Eveline decided that a way to get out of her naked dilemma was to get a
job.  She wouldn't say it to Strickland directly, but she knew that to go
to any job interview, she'd most certainly would have to get dressed.  That
meant finally buying some clothes.  Certainly Coach Strickland couldn't
object to her student wanting to demonstrate initiative and earn some money
and get some work experience.  Certainly she'd finally have to relent on
not allowing Eveline to get dressed.

   Eveline brought up the subject at breakfast.  She wasn't sure what to
expect.  Perhaps Coach Strickland wouldn't let her get a job after-all
because it would interfere with her studies and chores around the house. 
However, Eveline's mentor was surprisingly supportive.

   "Yes, young lady, I suppose you're right.  A job, at least on the
weekends, wouldn't be a bad idea.  I'll make a few calls and see what I can
come up with."

   "Come up with?  I kinda thought...  I'd just go downtown, and...  you
know...  check out the stores...  "

   "Wrong.  Places are shutting down.  E-commerce is killing everything. 
The stores aren't hiring anymore and the mall's already gone.  And no, I
will not have you working in food service.  You'll knock yourself out for
nothing and the pay is shit.  Not worth your time."

   "But...  "

   "Don't worry about it.  I'll make some calls and come up with something
better for you."

   Eveline didn't say anything more because she dared not argue with her
coach, but she wondered what "something better" could possible be.  She now
was worried, and very much regretted having brought up the topic.

   *****

   Coach Strickland didn't say anything more about Eveline getting a job
for the rest of the week.  Eveline didn't say anything more either, because
her hostess had eliminated the two most likely types of work an
inexperienced high school student could get: a job at a store and a job at
a restaurant.  In a way the student was relieved that Coach Strickland had
flatly told her she would not be allowed to have a food service job,
because, really, food service jobs are always pretty awful.

   That Friday afternoon, school let out early.  Coach Strickland was
unusually well-dressed for a Friday and had told Eveline not to make any
plans for the afternoon.  Obviously something was going on, but, by then,
the student knew that her mentor would tell her whatever she needed to know
whenever she felt like it, and no sooner.

   After lunch, Coach Strickland drove the younger woman past a bunch of
estates to an old mansion, which was located in a picturesque spot between
to the state's wealthiest country club and a members-only lake resort. 
There were several expensive-looking vintage cars parked close to the front
door.  The building had security cameras on the walls and in the parking
lot to cover the front entrance.  The only other detail to indicate the
location was a business was a modest sign above the door:

   The Emerald Empire Fine Art & Antiques

   Coach Strickland noted the bewildered expression on her student's face:

   "I didn't forget about you wanting to get a job, but I wanted to make
sure you have the best one possible considering your circumstances.  I'm
telling you, this'll be a really nice gig if you can get it.  It pays well,
it's about as easy a job as you can possibly have and, from what I
understand, they even offer health and dental insurance.  I went through
some trouble to set up this interview and talked you up over the phone, so
you'd better be grateful and do what you can to make a good impression."

   "But...  Coach Strickland...  I...  I mean...  what about clothes for
the interview?"

   "Don't need 'em.  You'll see once we get inside."

   Eveline took a deep breath and tried to hide her exasperation.

   No clothes needed for a job interview?  What the hell...  ?

   As soon as they entered the building, a receptionist escorted Coach
Strickland and Eveline to a large, very expensively decorated study.  The
receptionist did not seem surprised in the least that a naked young woman
had just entered the building.  The only reaction she had was to comment:

   "Wow.  Looks like someone's eager to get started.  Mr.  Silman and Ms.
Lombardi will see you now."

   Two well-dressed company officials, a man in his 40's and a woman who
looked about 30, were waiting to receive the job applicant.  They
introduced themselves as Fred Silman and Nancy Lombardi.  Fred was dressed
in a suit and Nancy was wearing an expensive lavender business outfit. 
Like the receptionist, they seemed not at all surprised that their aspirant
was naked.  Silman reached forward to shake Eveline's hand, while Nancy
looked at her through her eyeglasses, studying her with a detached,
professional demeanor.

   Even before the interview began, Eveline could tell that Fred Silman had
a positive impression of her.  Nancy, who had been a professional model
herself just a few years before, maintained a neutral expression.

   "It's good to see someone come in here with the right attitude.  We
don't get that often enough.  OK, Eveline, have a seat and we'll get
started."

   Eveline sat down in an elegant chair.  The cool cloth of the seat felt
very strange on her bare bottom and reminded her that she was naked in a
room with three well-dressed people.  She might have panicked, but Coach
Strickland was watching.  Eveline's fear of displeasing her mentor forced
her to focus on the task of the moment, performing well in the job
interview.

   Fred spoke as soon as the applicant was seated:

   "Now, to get started, a bit of background.  You know that the Emerald
Empire is the premier antique and fine art auction house in the region. 
Right now the "region" consists of nine states and an outlet in Toronto,
but we're planning on changing that in a big way.  We have entered into
partnership with the Golden Horde Antique Channel on cable and we're gonna
expand.  Now, before I continue, let me ask you something, young lady. 
What is an antique?  Can you give me a definition?"

   "It's something that's old, Sir.  Like...  it's an old collectable
thing, 'cause of its age, and 'cause it's rare.  And...  also 'cause it's
pretty...  and people like it...  and 'cause they don't make 'em anymore."

   "Not bad.  You got the textbook definition of an antique, more or less.
Anyhow, that's what people want to believe.  The truth is that antiques are
totally worthless.  You can't do anything with an antique, other than put
it on a shelf and look at it.  Same goes for art.  Art is totally
worthless. So, the mission of our company is to convert worthless objects
into cash.  So tell me this, Eveline, how does a salesman convert a
worthless object into cash?"

   Eveline was shocked at the man's cynical view of his own business, but
she thought for a second and forced herself to answer:

   "I 'spose, Sir...  what you gotta do is convince your buyers what
they're getting is worth a bunch of money, even though it isn't."

   "Exactly.  It's all about presentation.  You catch the buyers'
attention, give them a good pitch, and walk off with their money.  As I
said, it's all about presentation.  Especially at auctions.  And that's
where our demonstrators come in."

   "Yes, Sir." Eveline responded, without really understanding what he was
talking about, or what corporate sales pitches had to do with her sitting
naked in a fancy room.

   "We've come up with all kinds of psychological tricks to try to convince
people to pay more.  The most common one is, of course, trying to convince
buyers that there is scarcity and that, if they don't act fast, they'll
miss out.  That's the oldest trick in the book, used by everyone.  And
because it's used by everyone, there's no advantage."

   Fred glanced at his co-worker and continued:

   "So, we at Emerald Empire wanted to come up with something different. 
And last year I saw something different when I went to an art auction
boutique in Europe.  It was a small operation in a small town outside
Vienna, but their sales and profits were through the roof.  They weren't
doing any of that psychology crap we do in the US on their buyers, but they
were selling like crazy.  And the reason was, they were using naked
employees to present their stuff during auctions.  A simple strategy, and
brilliant.  The naked employees drew people into the auction house.  That's
half the fight right there, just getting buyers through the door.  The
other half was that having naked employees "presenting" the items
distracted the buyers and made them not pay attention to how much they were
bidding.  Do you follow me so far?"

   "Yes, Sir."

   "So, I came back to the US with this idea, presented it to management,
and they let me run with it.  It's been hugely successful.  I'd say at
auction, on average, Emerald Empire is selling merchandise at about 23%
more than we would have sold comparable items last year.  That 23% is pure
profit.  Now we did have a rough start.  As you can imagine, most of the
presenters we had working with us at the time were pretty upset when I told
them the new uniform was going to be none at all.  They quit in protest,
and that was fine with me.  I wanted to start with fresh people anyway.  I
figured it would only be fair to offer the chance to stay with us, but none
of them did."

   None of them wanted to stay with you.  Well, thought Eveline to herself,
that's a no-brainer.

   Mr.  Silman continued: "Anyhow, through trial and error, and some
correspondence with Vienna, we've worked out the most effective use for
nude presenters.  The presenter is there to be eye candy and a distraction,
but she can't be too much of a distraction.  At first we let the presenters
wear make-up and jewelry, but that drew too much attention from our sales
items.  Same goes for things such as tattoos, fake breasts, and tan-lines.
We don't hire anyone with tattoos or any kind of augmentation, and if a
prospective hire has tan-lines, we request that she gets rid of them before
she goes up on stage.  Simple and natural is best, we found out.  The same
goes for positioning and expression.  No over-doing the seductive look, a
simple friendly smile works best.  No exaggerated posturing, just position
your body to draw attention to the moment's bid item."

   Fred looked at his coworker again, and she nodded slightly.

   "You seem to fit a lot of what we need.  Quiet wholesome appearance,
nice even tan, simple short hair, and you're polite.  Best of all, your
coach told me over the phone that you're a full-time nudist.  That means we
won't have any modesty issues, no 'breaking you in', so to speak.  Am I
right about that?"

   Eveline glanced at Coach Strickland.  A flash in the older woman's eyes
warned her how to answer:

   "Yes, Sir."

   "Excellent.  Really, the only thing left for us to do is to see how you
are with the job itself.  Nancy...  " The man gestured towards his
co-worker, "...  will walk you through posturing and presenting a display."

   Nancy spoke to the applicant for the first time during the interview:

   "OK, Eveline, get your shoes off and stand next to that vase."

   Eveline did as she was told.

   "This is a $ 50,000 vase.  Your job is to turn it into a $ 60,000 vase.
Your job is to help the auctioneer create $ 10,000 out of thin air."

   Nancy demonstrated a few poses and positioning:

   "When you're up in front of an audience, pay close attention to
line-of-sight.  Never block anyone's view of the auction item, but don't
let it block anyone's view of you.  Gently touch the item, but just barely,
to draw attention."

   As soon as she was satisfied with Eveline's posture and body language,
Nancy showed the student how to create a pleasant expression that reflected
quiet happiness and just a hint of seduction.

   "The important detail is not what you do with your mouth, but what you
do with your eyes.  When a high-roller is about to drop some money,
acknowledge it with a nice look.  Flirt, but just a tiny bit.  And do it
with your eyes, not your mouth."

   A quiet smile was not a problem for Eveline.  She had a modest
personality and was not overly expressive with her emotions, so she was
perfectly suited for what Nancy was asking of her.

   The two corporate officers nodded at each other.  The interview was not
quite over, but was obvious that Eveline had just landed her first job.

   Eveline spent about 30 minutes practicing demonstration poses.  The
interview continued with a few additional questions about her health,
exercise habits, and studies.  The fact that she was a basketball player in
her school was another point in her favor: she already had an exercise
routine and knew what she needed to do to stay in shape.

   The interviewers added another detail about their company's future that
was likely to affect the auction presenters.  The Emerald Empire Auction
House was setting up a 24-hour shopping channel and the plan was to have
some of the presenters take voice and acting lessons so they could go on
TV. If the nude presenter project had worked so well for live auctions,
there was no reason to think it wouldn't be just as good, or perhaps even
better, on live TV.

   The continued conversation was a mere formality.  It was clear the two
company representatives wanted her.

   Nancy then shook Eveline's hand and smiled, for the first time.

   "Welcome aboard, Eveline.  Glad to have you with us.  We'll get your
contract signed and then we'll have you prep for your first auction."

   "I...  when will that be, Ma'am?"

   "Tomorrow.  The auction is an all-afternoon event, and our other
presenters are on other assignments.  So, your timing is perfect.  You'll
hit the ground running."

   Nancy understood that Coach Strickland was Eveline's unofficial
guardian, so she handed the new employee's contract to the teacher instead
of the student.  Coach Strickland looked over the document.  She thought
for a moment, tapped the paper, and asked:

   "How about an extra percentage point on the commission clause?"

   "OK, I'm sure we can swing that."

   "And the insurance covers dental?"

   "Of course.  That's kinda important, you know, in this profession."

   "Looks good then."

   Nancy put the contract in front of her new employee and handed her a
pen. Eveline tried to read through it, but she couldn't concentrate. 
Anyhow, it didn't matter.  Coach Strickland expected her to sign, and there
would be hell to pay if she didn't.

   It was a good job, there was no question about that.  Besides full
health insurance, she would receive $25 per hour base pay, plus 4%
commission on the net profit for any item that sold above its listed value.
In other words, if a vase listed at $ 50,000 sold for $ 60,000, she'd get
4% of that extra $ 10,000.  Four-hundred dollars just for standing and
smiling for a few minutes...  not bad pay for a failing high-school student
coming out of a burned-down meth house.

   In exchange for the pay and health insurance, the position committed
Eveline to being completely undressed at all times when at work.  Nude
presenters were to be part of Emerald Empire's image, so she would be
required to be naked at all times when on company property, at
company-sponsored actions, and in company vehicles when traveling to any
sales event.

   Eveline took a deep breath and signed.

   *****

   Eveline did indeed hit the ground running.  Her employers had been
contacted the previous day by a modern art distributor that was not yet a
regular client, but wanted a presenter at the last moment.  It was an
important assignment, but one that came with no warning whatsoever.

   Nancy Lombardi was so worried about making a good impression that she
had considered doing the day's presentations herself, instead of leaving
the task to someone with no experience.  Nancy was perfectly fine with
being naked on stage, even though she had not modeled for a couple of
years. However, she had to remain available to take phone calls and pass
out directions for other auctions.  There was no choice but to entrust the
important assignment to the new hire.

   Eveline spent the entire Saturday afternoon sharing a stage with an
auctioneer and multiple pieces of modern art.  The room had seating for
1,000 people.  The seats were all taken and about 200 late-arrivals had to
stand in the back and along side walls.  There were flashing cameras
everywhere.

   Eveline was not scared in the same way most of the company's presenters
were scared on their first assignment.  She had been naked in front of so
many people at school that being naked in such a public location was no big
deal to her.  She managed to detach herself from what was going on and
focused on following the instructions Nancy had given her.  She stood
quietly, smiled slightly, positioned her body to draw attention to the
current bid item, and quietly flirted with whoever had just placed the
highest bid.

   It was fortunate that Eveline didn't have much understanding of the art
world at that point.  She had no clue how important the attendees were, and
that she was being seen by several people whose names she would have
recognized in the tabloids.  She would have been much more nervous had the
lights been turned up and she could have seen there were top-level
executives, celebrities, and art critics in the audience.

   The new demonstrator was stupefied by the appraised value of the items,
objects she wouldn't have looked at twice had she seen them on the street
or on display in museum.  The highlight of the auction was when a sculpture
called "Who's Got the Best Balls?" went up for sale.  It was nothing more
than several ceramic spheres mounted on a metal spiral, but the piece sold
for eight and a half million dollars.  It had only appraised for
seven-and-a-half million, so from that one sale alone, Eveline would
receive 4% of a million-dollar profit.

   When the winning bid was placed, Eveline could tell that the auctioneer
was impressed with her performance during the sale of the day's
highest-ticket item.

   After the auction, Nancy thanked Eveline for performing so well during
her first assignment.  She told her employee that she would e-mail Coach
Strickland a statement of her earnings for the day.  She then commented
that Eveline would have her next assignment in the middle of the following
week: a three-hour evening stint at a local art gallery.  Finally, Nancy
told a corporate driver take the employee back to Coach Strickland's house.

   Eveline was surprised to see her mentor naked and covered in massage oil
when she entered the living room.  It turned out that while she was at
work, Coach Strickland had spent the morning exercising with one of her
lovers.  When they finished, she had invited him over for an afternoon of
sex and massages.  He had just left, and the massage table was still set
up.

   Even though she had a boyfriend of her own, Eveline felt strangely
jealous about the situation.  Coach Strickland noted the weird look in the
student's eyes.

   "Eveline, I'd like to hear about your first day at work, but I suppose
that can wait.  The table is still set up.  I wouldn't mind another round."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   So, Eveline's very strange day continued.  She could tell that
Strickland was worn out and, sure enough, she fell asleep on the table.  As
always, the coach's large soft breasts fascinated her student.  As soon as
the rhythm of the older woman's breathing changed to indicate she was
deeply asleep, Eveline's hands moved from her mentor's stomach to areas
that interested her much more.

   As she caressed and fondled her host's chest, Eveline felt guilty about
what she was doing.  Really, she was no better than her teammate Jenny. 
But, like Jenny, she couldn't help herself.

   Jenny.  Suddenly Eveline felt that she had Jenny figured out.  Perhaps
she could use Jenny's vulnerability to her advantage.



   Chapter 14 - Jenny's Obsession: Part 2

   The day after Eveline's successful debut as an auction presenter, she
had to go to school for a full day of team training.

   Sundays were always the most grueling training days for Coach
Strickland's athletes.  The goal was "total muscle fatigue", which meant a
two-hour aerobic session followed by exhausting upper-body exercises, and
finally a cool-down of stretching and some time in the pool.

   The school gym and pool area were closed to anyone other than Strickland
and her players.  The girls appreciated the privacy, because of having to
do all those exercises in the nude.  The coach insisted on having an
unrestricted view of the girls' bodies so she could observe their muscles,
level of perspiration, and limb movements.  Also, any team member who
didn't put maximum effort into her workout could expect to be motivated
with a painful smack across her bare bottom from the coach's paddle.

   As team captain, Jenny was in charge of leading the aerobics session. 
The fact that a student was leading the work-out instead of the coach did
not mean the workout was any easier.  Jenny was in excellent physical
shape.

   However, there was something more going on with Jenny.  She was not just
enthusiastic about exercising; she seemed obsessively driven.  As they
gasped for air and struggled to keep up, her companions wondered what the
hell was going on - why was Jenny pushing them so hard?

   Only Eveline knew the truth.  She knew what Jenny desperately wanted,
and she knew that her team captain was venting her sexual frustration on
the exercise mat.

   After the aerobics session ended, the weekly fitness training continued
in a workout room, where mats and bars were set up for push-ups, pull-ups,
and sit-ups.  The students had to meet military standards for all three
exercises to stay on the team.  The young women started with pull-ups, and
when they were not able to do any more, moved to sit-ups.  During the
sit-ups, the student's "rested" their arms for the push-up reps and other
arm exercises.

   The team-members took turns holding each other's feet during the sit-up
sets.  Given that everyone was naked, the student holding the feet of a
companion doing sit-ups had an excellent view of her crotch.  For most of
the team members it was a bit of an uncomfortable situation, but they
usually looked off to the side or at their companion's face when holding
her feet during the sit-up drills.

   Definitely that was not the case with Jenny.  The team captain insisted
on having Eveline as her sit-up partner.  When Eveline was doing her
sit-ups, Jenny's hard gaze was intensely fixed on her teammate's exposed,
sweaty vulva.  In fact, when Eveline lay down and was positioning herself
for a round of sit-ups, Jenny pushed her feet apart so she could get a
better view.

   Eveline tried to concentrate on doing her exercises and not think about
what was coming.  There was no question that, as soon as the others weren't
looking, the team captain's hands would be all over her body.

   The workout finally ended and the exhausted team members went into the
pool to swim and stretch their muscles.  Eveline noted that Jenny continued
staring at her with that weird hungry look in her eyes.  Yes, she knew what
was coming.  Jenny wouldn't be able to resist, and yes, it was inevitable
that she would grope and fondle Eveline.

   Eveline knew that she could have told Jenny that if she touched her one
more time, she'd file an official complaint and report the groping as
sexual harassment.  However, there were serious risks involved if Eveline
tried to use school district policy to get Jenny to stop chasing after her.
She was the team captain, the Junior Homecoming Queen from the previous
year, and very popular in school.  She was considered one of the best
players in the state, and Coach Strickland really liked her.  More
importantly, Eveline's feelings about Jenny were strangely ambiguous.  She
didn't want to go out with Jenny, but oddly enough, she found Jenny's
obsession about her somewhat erotic and definitely flattering.  As
uncomfortable as the whole situation was, Eveline was not sure she wanted
to end it.

   However, she was contemplating how to bring the situation more under her
control and possibly use it to her advantage.  Eveline really resented not
having control over any portion of her life, but now there was a chance she
could get someone else to do what she wanted, instead of always having to
do what everyone else demanded of her.  It was worth a try.

   Eveline knew that Jenny would grope her in the shower, so she decided to
stay in the pool when the other team members got cleaned up.  Also, they
would all be getting dressed when they went home, and she would not have
that privilege.  She decided to wait in the pool and see what happened.

   Sure enough, after a few minutes Jenny came back out of the locker room
and got in the pool.  Eveline waited until she felt Jenny's hands on her
shoulders.  She forced her voice to stay calm:

   "You know, Jenny, if you really want me that bad, you're gonna have to
prove it.  You're gonna have to show me that you want me.  You're gonna
have to prove you're gonna do anything for me, if I ask.  It would mean a
lot."

   Eveline could feel Jenny's hands shaking and trembling in her voice.

   "Really?  What do I gotta do?"

   "Right now, just think about it.  Think about things you could do... 
you know...  to prove to me that you're serious."

   "But...  what do you want?"

   "I'll tell you in a few days."

   "But, Eveline...  please...  what?"

   "I said I'd tell you in a couple of days.  Just be patient."

   The desperation in Jenny's expression was more extreme than ever, but
she had no choice but to wait.  Eveline patted her classmate on the
shoulder and got out of the pool.

   The truth was that, at the moment, Eveline wasn't really sure how she
wanted Jenny to "prove" herself.  She'd need some time to come up with
something.  However, it did seem that Jenny was willing to do whatever was
asked of her, even if it was totally unreasonable.  That meant the balance
of power between the two girls was about to shift.

   Jenny and Eveline left the gym together, but parted ways at the first
crosswalk.  Neither dared say anything more about Eveline's offer. 
However, it was obvious that Jenny was very nervous.  She was closer to
having Eveline than ever, but that was of no comfort to her at all.  She
was not happy - she was scared, and couldn't articulate, even in her own
mind, why she felt so uneasy.

   Eveline glanced over her shoulder, gave Jenny the same quiet flirty look
she had used at the previous day's auction, and smiled.  That did nothing
to calm the team captain.  She knew that not only had she lost control over
Eveline; she had lost control over herself.

   She knew, and Eveline knew, that no matter how unreasonable a demand
Eveline made on her teammate, Jenny would be desperate enough to go along
with it.

   *****

   The next day was a normal day in school for Eveline.  Well, it was as
"normal" as a day could be for a naked student.  There was no basketball
practice on Mondays, because the team needed 48 hours to recover from the
"total muscle fatigue" session that always took place on Sundays.

   After school, Coach Strickland told Eveline that she had good news - the
auction company had sent a courier over to the school with a check for $
55,000.

   "OK, young lady.  Let's get this to the bank before they close."

   Eveline was delighted.  Finally, she had her own money, and a lot of it!
She'd cash that check and go on a shopping spree and get some clothes! 
Yes! And, not only that, she'd replace all her stuff that got burnt in the
house fire!  And, maybe even get a car!

   Coach Strickland clearly saw what her student was thinking, but didn't
say anything.

   When they arrived at the bank, the coach directed her student to the
teller in charge of opening new savings accounts.  Well, thought Eveline,
that makes sense.  Sure, she could save a little of it...

   The teacher handed over some paperwork from Eveline's employer and had
her student watch while she established a new account and set up direct
deposit for future paychecks.  She ordered the student to sign several
forms, making sure that Eveline understood the money was being deposited in
her name and that she was the sole owner of the account.  Then she handed
over the $ 55,000 check.

   "We'd like to deposit the entire amount, please."

   "Coach Strickland?  Is it OK if I...  you know...  take some of it with
me?"

   "Some of your money?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Why?"

   "Well...  I kinda want to get some things...  "

   "Like what?  You have everything you need."

   "Yes...  but I kinda want to go shopping and...  "

   "...  and buy a bunch of crap?  Bullshit.  Let me explain a few things.
First, you're gonna owe about 40% in taxes next April.  So that's 40% off
your deposit right there.  As for the rest, you'll have plenty to spend it
on.  Do you have any money set aside for college?"

   "No, ma'am."

   "What about a place to live when you're no longer at my house?"

   "No, ma'am."

   "How about transportation?"

   "No, ma'am."

   "So, you have no plans for any of that, but you're gonna take what
little money you've got and blow it on a shopping trip.  That's what you're
thinking?"

   Eveline didn't know what to say.

   "Speak-up!  Answer my question."

   "Yes ma'am...  I kinda...  "

   "Well, you can just forget about your shopping trip.  As long as you are
in my house, that's not happening.  You're not spending a dime on crap you
don't need.  That money is for your future, after you graduate.  All of it.
End of story."

   "But...  please...  "

   "Are you arguing with me, young lady?"

   "I...  no, ma'am."

   Eveline noticed the back teller looking at her with a mocking smile. 
Everyone else in the bank was staring as well.

   "Good.  Then I think we're done here.  Let's go."

   The coach gave her student a loud slap on her bare bottom as they headed
towards the door.

   Eveline knew that, in theory, she had complete control over her bank
account and if she wanted, she easily could return at some point in the
future and pull some money.  She also knew she was going to do no such
thing.  If she withdrew cash and bought anything, Coach Strickland would
know right away, and the punishment for such disobedience was too terrible
to contemplate.

   After the trip to the bank, Eveline finally accepted there was no chance
whatsoever she'd be getting dressed anytime soon.  She had to completely
abandon the hope of buying any clothing before she graduated.  As long as
she depended on Coach Strickland for a place to live, she would be have to
remain naked.  That was the price she'd have to pay for the safety,
comfort, and the chance at redemption her mentor was offering her.  Perhaps
she could move out of Coach Strickland's house, but the cost of doing so
would be too much.  She knew that without her mentor to push and guide her,
she'd still fail in life.  The only logical option was to stay where she
was and accept her nakedness as the sacrifice she had to make to ensure her
future.

   The deal really wasn't so bad, when she thought about it.  Strickland
had opened her house to her student, protected her from the police, guided
her so that she'd actually graduate, and was setting her up to be
successful in life.  The only thing she demanded in return was for Eveline
to abide by her rules.

   So...  how could Eveline make the best out of her circumstances if she
had to remain naked?  One thing that would help tremendously would be if
she were not the only naked student in her school.  Yes, the other girls
still had to perform that humiliating ritual with their "damn lady
products", as the janitor was always calling them, but they didn't have to
be continuously naked.  It would really help if Eveline was not the only
nudist in the school.

   She thought about asking Lance to join her, but decided against it.  She
didn't really know why, but she didn't want to force something like that on
him, nor did she want him exposed to the gaze of the other girls and
possible romantic rivals.



   Chapter 15 - Jenny the Nudist

   During basketball practice the following day, Eveline noticed Jenny
staring at her with the same hungry, desperate look she had given her the
previous Sunday.  Desperate...  Jenny was desperate.  Eveline thought about
their conversation two days before.  That gave her an idea.

   OK, thought Eveline, let's see how desperate you really are, Jenny. 
Let's see how badly you really want me.

   Eveline told Jenny to meet her in Strickland's classroom after practice.
Jenny tried to put her hand on Eveline's bottom, but Eveline pushed it
away.

   "Not yet."

   "But...  when?"

   "What are you willing to do, since you want me so bad?"

   "I told you...  anything...  I don't know...  anything...  "

   "Would you like to come over this weekend?  Coach Strickland's gonna be
gone at a coaches' conference.  I've got the house to myself."

   Jenny couldn't answer, but she took a deep trembling breath and nodded.

   "Then here's what I need you to do for me.  I'm not gonna be getting
dressed for the rest of the year.  I 'spose you've got that figured out. 
So, Im gonna want you to join me."

   "Join you?"

   "Yes, you know, take off your clothes and keep 'em off...  keep 'em off
until I have a chance to get dressed again."

   "Be...  I mean...  spend all my time...  naked?"

   "Yeah, spend all your time naked.  Just like me."

   "But...  I...  I can't"

   "Well, I'm doing it.  Why can't you?"

   "I don't know...  how?"

   "Tomorrow tell Coach Strickland what you want.  Then take off your
clothes and go with her to the principal's office to get permission.  Bag
up your stuff, take it home, and put it away."

   "I...  "

   "If you do that, it would mean a lot to me.  It would prove you really
do want me."

   Jenny began trembling much harder.

   "I...  "

   "I'll be alone in the house over the weekend.  I don't have the place to
myself very often.  Anyhow, I'm not forcing you.  It's your choice."

   *****

   Eveline was still not sure how Jenny would react to her offer, but she
figured that either way her teammate decided, it would work out to her
benefit.  If Jenny accepted Eveline's demand, then one of the most popular
girls in the school would join her as a nudist.  If Jenny rejected
Eveline's demand, then she would have to quit harassing her.

   Jenny made her decision.  She'd accept Eveline's offer.  The temptation
of having Eveline to herself for an entire day, in an empty house where no
one would interfere their activities, was too much for her.

   While Eveline went out to dinner with her boyfriend, Jenny decided to go
straight to her coach's house.  She asked Strickland what she had to do to
be a nudist in school, "like Eveline".

   "Well, in her case, it wasn't really voluntary.  Her clothes got
destroyed, so we simply went to the principal and made sure she wouldn't
have any trouble because of it.  Your situation is different.  You actually
want to be a nudist in the school, right?"

   "I...  yes ma'am."

   "That's great, and I'll do what I can to support you.  OK, Jenny, might
as well get started now.  Strip down, and I'll take your stuff inside."

   "I...  you mean...  strip...  here?"

   "Of course!  No time like the present.  That is...  assuming you're
serious about this commitment, and not doing it for some other reason."

   Coach Strickland gave the student a very suspicious look.  Jenny took a
deep breath.  She knew her teacher could see right through her and knew the
real reason she was doing this.  She had backed herself into a corner.  Her
only choice was to push forward.  She took off her clothes and watched with
dismay as they disappeared with her coach through the front door. 
Strickland told the student to wait because: "I've got something for you."

   As Jenny stood in her coach's front yard, the sun and gentle breeze felt
very strange on her exposed body.  Finally the older woman returned with a
clipboard.

   "Before we go to the principal tomorrow, you'll need to have your
parents sign-off.  I want to make sure they're on board with this."

   "My parents?  They gotta approve?"

   "Yes, of course your parents gotta approve!  I'll need their
signatures."

   "But...  I...  I'm 18...  I don't need...  "

   "Oh yes, you do!  I could care less that you're 18.  You're still living
at home.  Do you seriously think I'm gonna let you go to school naked
behind their backs?  Or did you think you were gonna stash your clothes
somewhere and not let them know?"

   Coach Strickland held out the clipboard.

   "Bring this back tomorrow with their signatures.  Assuming they agree to
it, don't have anything on except your shoes when you leave your house. 
Come straight to my classroom and we'll turn in your form to admin.  Keep
in mind, I consider what you're doing a serious commitment, not a game."

   *****

   Well...  Jenny was about to commit herself to being a full-time nudist,
in a big way.  She returned to her family's house, took a deep breath, and
entered.  Her parents and her younger sister Lynne were all home, and were
totally shocked to see Jenny come inside without a stitch on.

   Without giving herself time to think and let her fear and embarrassment
get the better of her, she told her family that she wanted to spend the
rest of the school year in the nude.  She did not use the word "nudist",
but instead cited a couple of articles claiming that athletes who live and
exercise in the nude are better able to concentrate.  She also claimed that
Coach Strickland had recommended that she practice full-time nudity because
it would help her develop an "edge" over other players and thus improve her
chances of getting a really competitive sports scholarship.

   Jenny's parents were not at all pleased with their oldest daughter.  The
idea that she would spend the next eight months completely naked just so
she could have an "edge" in getting a scholarship was a bit bizarre, to say
the least.  At first Jenny's mother argued with her while her father
scowled with his usual expression of condescending disapproval.  As hard
dealing with her parents was for Jenny, the worst detail of that
uncomfortable scene was Lynne, who was staring at her with a malicious
smile.

   Still, Jenny's parents had always indulged her pursuit of athletics. 
When it came to her sport activities, they never denied her anything. 
Jenny had been a hyperactive kid, and at age 13 she had been a pure
nightmare to deal with.  Coach Strickland had helped her focus when she
entered high school by pushing hard physical training on her.  Jenny's
parents became convinced that as long as she remained obsessed with sports
and did whatever her coach told her to do, it would keep her out of
trouble.

   So, in the end, this was just one more sports indulgence.  As much as
they disapproved, her parents would go along with this latest strange twist
in their daughter's life.  It took a half-an-hour of convincing, but
Jenny's parents finally agreed to sign the permission.

   Lynne was elated.  She couldn't wait to tell her friends that her older
sibling was going to be naked 24-7.  She'd bring them over to the house to
see for themselves...  and even take pictures to prove this story was no
lie.

   *****

   The next morning Jenny left her house and walked several blocks wearing
nothing but her shoes.  She clutched a bag of books in one hand and the
envelope containing the permission signature forms in the other.  She knew
that she still could back out.  All she had to do was go back home, shred
the paperwork, and get dressed.  But, she couldn't do it.  Her desire for
Eveline had taken possession of her and was driving her insane.  She had to
push forward.

   Jenny had to endure the stares of her classmates when she entered the
school grounds.  For the first time in her life she was able to empathize
with Eveline and her situation.  Now she was no different.

   Coach Strickland was waiting for her at the principal's office.  He was
at his desk, with a glass of expensive whiskey (paid for out of the
cafeteria budget as a miscellaneous expense, of course).  His personal
assistant...  uh...  let's make that receptionist...  was in the office as
well, in her skimpy outfit with no underwear and ready to re-fill her
boss's glass.

   Coach Strickland handed the clipboard with the signatures of Jenny's
parents to the young - receptionist, and then sat down, but told Jenny to
remain standing in case the school director had any questions.

   Jenny had to remain standing in front of the principal while he read her
permission slip.  He smiled and granted her permission to continue coming
to school in the nude, and told his employee to put out an e-mail to the
teachers explaining that Jenny had permission to be naked in class.  He
took the request a step further, adding that since Jenny had officially
declared that she was nudist, she was required to be naked at all times. 
If anyone caught her wearing anything other than shoes and socks, she'd be
sent to the office immediately for punishment.  Jenny nervously stood for
15 minutes, while the director asked her about her classes and basketball
team.  He kept her talking while his eyes scanned her uncovered body.

   This was just too weird.  Here was Jenny, standing naked in front of the
school's director so he could gawk at her, while drinking expensive whiskey
at 8:00 in the morning and having that Barbie-doll assistant stand next to
him and rub his shoulders.  She was very relieved when the old lech finally
told her to go to class.

   She couldn't believe that she was going through all this just for a
round of sex with a girl she was obsessed with.

   Eveline, she thought to herself, you had better make this worth it...

   *****

   The other students were thrilled and excited that Jenny had decided to
become the school's 2nd nudist.  This was so awesome and cool!  To think
that one of the school's most popular girls was doing this!

   It was true that Eveline had caused a sensation when she quit wearing
clothes, but prior to that lifestyle change she had been withdrawn and
completely ignored by her classmates.  She now was somewhat more popular
and had a boyfriend, but still, she remained shy and was not a real star at
the school.

   Jenny was a different story.  Team captain, Junior Prom Queen from last
year, and a likely athletic scholarship star, she was the picture of
popularity.  And she had decided to become a full-time nudist?  Awesome! 
That was so cool!

   Students crowded around to get her picture and pictures of themselves
with her.  Her teammates were the worst, it seemed they wanted to take
pictures with her in every pose and combination of players possible.

   Jenny couldn't say no to all the attention and requests for pictures. 
How in the hell could she confess that she didn't want to be a nudist at
all?  How could she say that she was only doing this because she had a
crush on Eveline?  How could she admit that she so badly wanted her naked
classmate's body, that she was willing to do anything, literally anything,
to have her?



   Chapter 16 - The Niger Heart-Pot

   After a very stressful day at school, Jenny went looking for Eveline. 
Unfortunately for the team captain, it was Wednesday and Eveline had to
leave right after class to go to work.

   Nancy Lombardi arrived in a limo and escorted Eveline to Tri-State
University, which was about an hour's drive away.  Nancy spent most of the
trip on the phone, trying to find out what exactly was being auctioned. 
She knew that night she'd have to perform the role of auctioneer because
the university was too cheap to hire a professional.  Nancy was not pleased
about that, nor about how haphazardly the entire event seemed to have been
thrown together.  But those were all Nancy's problems.  Eveline would be
doing her normal job as a presenter.  The business end of the auction and
"lack of professionalism" were not her concerns.  She blissfully stared at
the passing countryside while Nancy argued over her cellphone with various
contacts.

   They arrived immediately before the bidding was about to begin and did
not have the normal time to settle in.  Eveline followed her boss through
the Admin building and into the university's main ball-room.  She took her
position on a small, elevated stage and glanced around at the items for
sale.  Nothing too impressive, really.  Eveline noticed a large bronze
kettle, something that looked like an huge ancient cooking pot, hidden in a
corner behind other auction items.  A cooking pot?  Seriously?  They were
auctioning an old cooking pot?

   Nancy introduced herself and her assistant, then laid out a few rules,
such as all sales being final and that her company expected all buyers to
have insurance for their purchases before attempting to move them out of
the room.  Eveline tried to maintain her poise and ignore the fact that a
whole room of rich guys (and a few women as well) were staring at her while
Nancy spoke.

   At first the auction seemed to be no big deal.  Several departments were
auctioning off over-priced items, mostly crappy modern art.  There were a
few more interesting things, including some fossils and 17th-Century
weapons.

   The mood of the auction changed when that weird-looking bronze kettle
went on sale.  Nancy described it as an artifact recovered from the tomb of
one of the kings of ancient Niger.  She seemed surprised when she saw and
described the night's final bid item.

   The buyers knew full-well what it was and no, it was not just an old
cooking kettle.  It was the infamous Niger Heart-Pot, rumored to be a
magical relic that channeled to its owner unlimited charisma to rule his
kingdom.  Superstition?  Maybe, but there was no question that owning that
particular artifact would be extremely prestigious for any African ruler.
The competition went wild as several foreign-looking bidders raised their
offers in rapid succession, moving the price of the kettle from $ 150,000
to over $ 9 million within minutes.

   Nancy took a deep breath.  At first it appeared that including the Niger
Heart-Pot with a batch of mediocre modern art was a huge screw-up on the
part of the university.  The Niger artifact was worth way more than $ 9
million.  It really belonged in the Smithsonian.

   But it was going...  going...  gone.  Sold for $ 9.2 million dollars. 
Then she saw who placed the winning bid.  A middle-aged African, wearing a
military beret over his shaved head and an immaculate suit covering his
muscular body, stood up in the company of two armed guards.  That man was
the Comandante Foxtrot, Supreme President of the West African Confederation
and the ruler of just about everything between the cities of Dakar,
N'djamena, and Libreville.  Yes, Comandante Foxtrot was actually in that
ballroom, in person.

   Nancy realized immediately what had just happened.  Comandante Foxtrot
must have bribed someone in the university to slip the Niger Heart-Pot into
the lot of art just before the auction was scheduled to begin.  A couple of
his rivals got word of the maneuver and quickly sent representatives, but
it was too late.  The Comandante was ready with his bank accounts and
briefcases full of cash and of course, to him, price was no object.

   After Comandante Foxtrot placed the winning bid, there was the normal
clapping, but Eveline could tell that the mood in the room was bewilderment
more than anything else.  She did not yet know the significance of the
Niger Heart-Pot, nor did she know anything about African politics.  She had
no clue that the winning bidder was the 4th richest man in the world and
the most powerful ruler in Africa, but right away she could feel a sinister
charisma radiating from him.  Whoever he was, that well-dressed African was
the most intimidating person she had ever seen.

   Comandante Foxtrot lost no time consolidating his victory.  He walked up
on the stage, positioned himself next to his prize, and ordered Eveline to
stand next to him.  He turned to Nancy and pointed behind the artifact:

   "You.  Over there.  Now."

   Nancy, knowing full-well who she was dealing with, immediately complied.

   As soon as Comandante Foxtrot had positioned himself with the two women,
he raised his hand and, with a slight movement of his fingers, signaled a
group of photographers to come forward.  He put his arm around Eveline's
bare shoulder.

   "Smile, little girl.  This is your fifteen minutes of fame."

   Sure enough, the camera flashes went off and photographers jostled for
the best positions for what seemed to be an eternity.  As for the other
buyers wanting to claim their purchases, they'd just have to wait until the
show was over.

   While the pictures were being taken, Comandante Foxtrot's lawyers were
handing over a 9.2 million dollar cashier's check to the university's
representative and making sure all signatures on the sales contract were in
place.  His delegation even included a notary with a license to practice in
the state.  The legal crew made sure there was absolutely nothing Tri-State
University could do to stop the artifact from leaving its campus.

   On their way back from Tri-State University, Nancy explained to Eveline
the significance of what had happened with the auctioning of the Niger
Heart-Pot.

   "I'll tell you this.  Comandante Foxtrot is not a nice fellow at all
when it comes to dealing with his enemies.  And the Heart-Pot has its name
for a good reason, and that reason has nothing to do with romance.  I
really hate to think what he's gonna do with it.  Maybe he'll put it in his
national museum and just leave it there.  I kinda doubt it."

   *****

   Eveline had to go back to school the next day as though nothing had
happened.  The news story about the sale of the Niger Heart-Pot would not
come out until later in the day, so she still was unaware of the brewing
scandal and that her body was about to be part of a national headline. 
Meanwhile, she had to deal with Jenny.

   There was no question Eveline would have to fulfill her promise to
teammate.  She explained the situation to Coach Strickland, knowing that
trying to hide something like her agreement would be asking for punishment.
The coach was not angry at all.

   "When Jenny came to me a couple of nights ago, I figured as much.  I'm
going to hold her to her side of the agreement.  So far, she's done her
part.  Now I am going to hold you to your side.  When she comes over, I
expect you to do everything you can to give her a nice time and help her
fulfill her fantasies.  I'd expect nothing less from you."

   "I...  yes, ma'am."

   After team practice, Eveline noted Jenny giving her the same longing
look as always while in shower.  It didn't help that a couple of other
teammates had started to soap each other's bodies and shampoo each other's
hair after exercising.  Obviously Jenny expected to do the same thing with
Eveline.  This time there was no way Eveline could justify saying "no".

   The other team members left the shower to get dressed and go home for
the day.  Eveline decided to stay in behind and see how Jenny wanted to
proceed.  There was no point in keeping the desperate girl waiting any
longer.

   Eveline knew that her teammate was obsessed with her bottom, so she
placed her hands on the shower wall, spread her legs, and invited Jenny to
"clean off her back".

   Yeah.  Jenny's hands spent a total of five seconds on Eveline's back. 
With one hand she fondled Eveline's breasts, and with the other she fondled
Eveline's bottom.  She pushed her soapy fingertips between Eveline's bottom
cheeks and explored the area around her sphincter.

   Eveline was extremely nervous.  She felt that she owed it to Jenny to
let her do whatever she wanted.  But if Jenny was so shameless with
touching and fondling her in the shower, what would she be like when she
was alone in a house with Eveline for an entire day?

   And yet, at the same time, Eveline was enjoying herself.  She liked the
feeling of total submission, the thought that her body was Jenny's to do
with as she pleased.  A part of her wanted to surrender completely.  And...
surrendering completely wouldn't be hard at all.  Jenny was skinny, but her
body was pure sinewy muscle and she was much stronger than Eveline.

   Finally Eveline and Jenny left the shower.  Eveline was somewhat aroused
and Jenny was definitely aroused.  Jenny couldn't keep her hands off
Eveline's bottom.  The team captain firmly embraced her and immediately
moved her hands to Eveline's vulnerable backside.  Yes indeed, Jenny was
much stronger than Eveline and could have her way with her.  Eveline knew
better than to try to disengage herself before Jenny was ready to let her
go.

   As she felt her teammate take control of her body, Eveline wondered what
on earth she had gotten herself into.  She also wondered what she was going
to say to Lance.



   Chapter 17 - The Face of Scandal

   Just minutes after Eveline's very stressful encounter with Jenny in the
locker-room, Lance passed by to pick her up and take her to Coach
Strickland's place.  Eveline's stressful day got even more stressful when
he showed her the following article about the auction from Mega-News:

   Section E - Arts & Culture

   TSU Out-Foxed!

   - The Niger Heart-Pot sold to African leader at auction - Tri-State
Admin claims antiquity was not on auction list - Sale for a fraction of
real value, but completely legal

   Today Comandante Foxtrot, Supreme President of the West African
Confederation, issued a press release announcing he had purchased the
priceless Niger Heart-Pot from Tri-State University for $ 9.2 million
dollars at auction.

   "This is a great day for both the Confederation and for Tri-State
University," according to the Supreme President.  "An important part of our
heritage is returning home, to where it belongs, and the university is
receiving a generous endowment of 9.2 million dollars.  It's a win-win for
everyone, and I am so proud to have made it happen.  It shows what a
man-of-action like myself can do for the people he serves."

   Comandante Foxtrot added that representatives from his nation's Ministry
of Culture had already prepared the Niger Heart-Pot for shipment, and that
it was en route on a special flight to the Confederation's National Museum,
where it will be placed on permanent display.

   Archeologists around America expressed dismay that the priceless
antiquity was sold at auction.

   "It was supposed to go into the Smithsonian," according to Dr.  Freddy
Gauss, a noted expert in the archeology of the Niger River Valley.  "Who
let that crazy dictator walk off with it?"

   The Niger Heart-Pot dates back more than 3,500 years and has been
mentioned in many historical texts.  Its origin is a mystery, but it was a
prized possession of Egyptian and later Babylonian kings over hundreds of
years.  The legend surrounding the Heart-Pot is that, with the appropriate
sacrifices, it has the magical ability to grant unlimited charisma to the
ruler who owns it.  The Heart-Pot became known as the Niger Heart-Pot in
1153 AD when it mysteriously showed up in the local king's palace.  The
Niger Heart-Pot was hidden in a tomb in 1883, to prevent French soldiers
from capturing it.  It was unearthed in 1936 by archeologists from
Tri-State University and smuggled out of French West Africa.  The Niger
Heart-Pot has been kept at Tri-State University since early 1937.

   Prior to yesterday's sale, Tri-State University had been under pressure
to send the Niger Heart-Pot to the Smithsonian for safe-keeping.  As Dr. 
Gauss noted: "a university museum is no place to keep something like that.
It's a wonder it wasn't stolen years ago."

   Next page - Scandal!  TSU museum curator and Art Department Chairman
missing

   And, accompanying the text was the soon-to-be infamous trophy-shot with
the caption:

   Comandante Foxtrot posing with his prize and the lovely auction hostess
Eveline Rogers

   Great.  It wasn't enough that she was known as the naked girl around the
school, or around the city, or even the Tri-State region.  No...  now she
had to be naked in front of the entire world.

   Oh, boy...  A quick check of the headlines made it clear the Niger
Heart-Pot sale had become the art scandal of the decade.  Across the US,
arts and antiquities fans were closely following the story of how Tri-State
University lost possession of one of the world's most valuable artifacts.

   No one could blame either Nancy or Eveline for what had happened.  Their
job was to auction whatever was on the list and try to get the highest bid
for the seller.  It was not their place to question the legality or
morality of any particular sale.  Still, Eveline would become the face of
the scandal.  Her picture showed up in every single story covering the sale
of the Niger Heart-Pot.  Many of the pictures were censored or cropped from
her shoulders up, but in a lot of publications they weren't.  So, that was
how the US and the international art community got introduced to the
auction presenter Eveline Rogers.

   Lance, as always, was fascinated by the new strange twist in his
girlfriend's life and pressed her for details.  As irritating as answering
all those questions was for Eveline, it did take her mind off Jenny.  The
conversation concluded with Lance giving Eveline a quick history lesson
about Comandante Foxtrot and making her realize how powerful and important
he really was.

   When the couple got back to Coach Strickland's place, Eveline could tell
that Lance was hoping for a round of sex.  At first she was not really in
the mood, nor did she want Lance in her bedroom messing up sheets she had
just washed the previous day.  Still, she knew that sex with her boyfriend
was the one thing in her life that could relax her.

   Not wanting him in her room, and not wanting to risk messing up Coach
Strickland's furniture, she managed to get Lance to lie on his back on the
floor.  It turned out he was so fascinated by her and so desperate for sex
that he went along with what she wanted.  She straddled him and forced him
to make love to her in a position that was much more comfortable for her
than it was for him.

   It was at that moment Eveline realized something extremely important. 
Because of her weird situation of always being forced to be naked, people
were fascinated by her.  Her boyfriend, her coach, her team captain, her
classmates, the auction customers...  all of them.

   With her clothes, she was nobody, just an ordinary, shy, nondescript,
somewhat attractive blond girl.  Without her clothes, she was an object of
desire and fascination.

   As she straddled her boyfriend and they both climaxed, she realized that
if she managed things right, she could use her nakedness to get people to
do what she wanted.  Not just Jenny, but everyone.

   *****

   After Lance left the house, Eveline got on-line and read about the
scandal over the Niger Heart-Pot.  Sure enough, that infamous trophy-shot
of Comandante Foxtrot with her and Nancy seemed to be posted everywhere, in
every article.  She was mortified seeing herself all over the Internet. 
Undoubtedly people would be crowding around her the next day, wanting to
know the details.  What was Comandante Foxtrot like?  What was so important
about the Niger Heart-Pot?  What's it like, auctioning art in the nude? 
What's so great about art and antiques, anyway?

   She realized that she needed to avoid looking like an idiot when she was
barraged with all those requests for details.  The questions were coming,
and she'd better get ready to answer them.  She needed to inform herself
about what happened Wednesday night, which meant researching the biography
of Comandante Foxtrot, the history of the West African Confederation, and
the story of the infamous Niger Heart-Pot.

   Over the next hour, Eveline experienced a profound change in her
personality.  At first she just wanted to be able to answer a bunch of
intrusive questions and not look stupid to her classmates and teammates. 
However, as her research progressed, she actually became interested in the
topics she was investigating.

   Her desire to learn about the Niger Heart-Pot forced her to become
familiar with the histories of ancient Egypt and ancient Babylonia, about
the history of the Niger River Valley, about French West Africa, and about
archeology in the 1930's.  And she found out that no, early-20th Century
archeology had nothing to do with Indiana Jones.

   The next morning Eveline returned to her school the moment the building
opened.  She went to the library with her laptop and with a purpose.  She
now had the research topics she needed for term papers required for several
classes, including World History, Appreciation of Art, and Introduction to
Economics.  Just 24 hours ago, she didn't have a clue what she was going to
write about for any of those courses.  Now she knew, and she was going to
write the best damn term papers she could.

   No.  She would not be the one looking like an idiot when people started
asking her stuff.



   Chapter 18 - Jenny's Obsession: Part 3

   Eveline had a long, strange, Saturday ahead of her.  She would be alone
with Jenny in the house for 12 hours.  During that entire time she would
have to do anything Jenny wanted, whatever was necessary to satisfy her
teammate's weird craving for her body.  There would be only one
restriction: that was Jenny could not leave any marks on Eveline.  She had
a work assignment the following day, so Jenny would not be able to
discipline her by giving her anything other than a light spanking.  Given
how out-of-control of herself Jenny seemed to be, Eveline was very glad she
could use her job as a justification to avoid any bruises.  Anything else
was fair game, however.

   Jenny showed up at Coach Strickland's house before sunrise.  She brought
with her a video recorder and a professional camera with a tripod. 
Undoubtedly part of Eveline's duties for the day would be to pose in every
imaginable position and have every detail of her body documented in
hundreds of high-resolution pictures.

   Not surprisingly, Eveline's bare bottom was the focus of many of Jenny's
pictures.  It got to the point that Eveline wondered: Jeesh, Jenny, how
many close-up shots of my asshole could you possibly want?

   The photo session seemed to go on forever.  At first it seemed that
Jenny simply wanted to humiliate Eveline with so many photos.  However,
Eveline realized that was not what was going on.  She realized that Jenny's
problem was that she didn't know how to proceed.  She literally did not
know what to do next.

   Eveline coaxed Jenny to turn off her camera and follow her outside to
the pool area.  It was clear Jenny did not have a clue what to do when she
tried to embrace Eveline.  Eveline realized that, in spite of her
popularity, Jenny had never been in a real relationship and did not know
how to handle herself with a sexual partner.  That explained a lot about
her weird behavior and the constant groping.

   Until that moment, Eveline's feelings about Jenny were more irritation
than anything else.  As though she didn't have enough problems already,
here was her team captain constantly harassing her every time no one was
looking.  The fact that Jenny was physically much stronger than Eveline did
not help.  But now that she saw Jenny as much more vulnerable, Eveline
somewhat felt sorry for her classmate.  She bore her no ill-will, but she
did want to turn the situation to her advantage.  Eveline was tired of
feeling so helpless all the time.  If she could figure out how to use
Jenny's weaknesses to dominate her, she'd feel a lot better about herself
and about life in general.

   The two students got into the pool, partly to cool off and partly
because they were unsure how to proceed.  Eveline decided to try something.
She partly got out of the pool and bent over the pools edge, completely
exposing her bottom and vulva to Jenny's hungry eyes.  Jenny came up to her
and with no hesitation whatsoever, started kissing and licking Eveline's
backside.  Then she spread Eveline's bottom and started licking her
sphincter.

   Eveline tried to relax.  What Jenny was doing to her was weird, but it
felt nice.

   After the session in the pool, Eveline sat down in a lounge chair and
had Jenny sit with her.  Now she was ready to change who was in control.

   She massaged one of Jenny's small muscular breasts, and with her free
hand guided Jenny's hand to her vulva.  Yes...  Jenny started pleasuring
herself.  Perfect.  Eveline started massaging both of Jenny's breasts and
noticed she was starting to tremble.

   "Hmm...  so you like that, naughty girl?"

   "Oh...  yes...  "

   "Hmmm...  so naughty...  aren't we?  You're my bad girl?"

   "Oh...  Ohhh...  Yes...  Bad...  naughty...  "

   "So naughty...  so misbehaved...  and you know what happens to naughty
girls in this house...  "

   "Oh please...  Ohhh...  "

   "Hmmm?  In this house naughty girls get spanked.  Coach's rules, you
know.  I bet that's what you need, naughty girl...  you need a good
spanking...  "

   "Oh...  Oh yes...  naughty... ."

   "Now I'm gonna give my naughty girl a nice big cum, but then my naughty
girl's gonna be a brave girl and do what she's told."

   "Yes...  please...  Ohhh."

   "You gonna be my brave little naughty girl?  Gonna be brave for that
nice big cum I'm gonna give you?"

   "Oh yes... .  Ohhh...  Please...  Yes...  I'll do whatever you want."

   "That's my naughty girl.  That's what I need to hear from you."

   Eveline was elated.  That turned out to be even easier than she had
anticipated.

   Eveline did fulfill her side of the girls' bargain.  When it came to
sex, she had enough experience to know how to figure out the needs of a
partner and give a really good orgasm.  She gave Jenny the best damn orgasm
she could give.  She knew that Jenny would be desperate for more, and she'd
use that weakness to control her.  Jenny's ass would be hers.

   Eveline was exhausted after her session with Jenny in the pool.  Jenny
was not.  She had totally enjoyed the orgasm Eveline had given her, but it
was not enough.  She badly needed more.

   Now Eveline was ready to implement her plan to completely bring Jenny
under her control.  She would use Jenny's body against her.  She also would
use Jenny's cameras against her.

   Eveline set up Coach Strickland's massage table in the living room and
told Jenny to lie on it and keep her eyes closed.  Eveline then moved
Jenny's cameras into position.  Jenny was aroused enough to think the idea
of taking more pictures would be extremely sexy, so she did not object. 
Eveline set up the auto-functions and turned on the recorder, to capture
every detail of what was about to happen next.

   The massage started out normally enough, but soon Jenny positioned
herself to make it clear she wanted Eveline to touch her sexually.  Sure.
Eveline would do that.  No problem.

   "You are such a naughty girl, aren't you?  You my bad girl?"

   "Ohhh...  yes, I'm your bad girl."

   "Mmmm...  and bad girls like their naughty cums, don't they?"

   "Oh, yes...  please...  make me cum...  "

   "So bad.  So naughty.  You know what you need?  You need a good hard
spanking after you cum, don't you, bad girl?"

   "I...  oh please...  uh...  I...  "

   "Love hurts, Jenny.  If you want your nice cum, you gotta have your
spanking."

   "Yes, please...  "

   "Ask me nice, Jenny.  Tell me what you want."

   "I...  I want my spanking...  Oh please...  "

   "That was a rude way to say it, bad girl.  Ask me nice, now."

   "Oh please, Eveline.  Please spank me.  Please...  spank your bad girl."

   "Mmmm...  so my bad girl likes her spankings, doesn't she?"

   "I'm a bad girl and I want a spanking.  Ohhh...  "

   "Mmmm?"

   "Please spank me.  Please spank your naughty girl...  "

   Eveline finally stopped tormenting Jenny and allowed her to climax.  As
she listened to Jenny's moans and watched her sweaty body tremble with
pleasure, she marveled at how little control her classmate had over
herself.

   She glanced at the cameras, which were still running.  Excellent.  She
now had a recording of Jenny begging to be spanked.

   Eveline told Jenny to get off the massage table and kneel on the floor.
Jenny immediately complied.  There was no hesitation from her whatsoever.

   Both girls were totally amazed and bewildered by what was going on. 
Jenny couldn't believe she was on her knees, submissively waiting for
Eveline, shy little Eveline of all people, to spank her.

   Eveline couldn't believe she had actually forced her team captain, a
strong dominant girl who had intimidated her for years, to submit to her.

   Eveline already had on film and video recordings what she needed to
blackmail Jenny.  However she knew that blackmailing Jenny wouldn't be
necessary, and not what she really wanted to do anyway.  She had discovered
her teammate's weakness, her pussy.  Jenny was a slave to the physical
longings coming from between her legs, and anyone who could control those
longings could control Jenny.

   Eveline had decided, from the beginning, to spank Jenny using only her
hand.  She knew that Coach Strickland had a collection of paddles, straps,
and leather switches, but she did not feel that using an implement would be
appropriate for what she wanted to accomplish with Jenny.  Jenny needed the
intimacy of lying across Eveline's lap and the feel of Eveline's hand on
her bare skin.  Any implement would take away from that.

   Eveline knew, through her experiences being disciplined by her coach,
how to give a good spanking.  That afternoon, she had all the time in the
world to do it right.  She spanked slowly, to make the anticipation of each
slap as important as the pain.  Between swats, she massaged her companion's
sore bottom and occasionally teased her between her legs.

   She knew that Jenny would have to surrender herself completely before
she finished.

   And Jenny did surrender herself.  She closed her eyes and let the
mounting heat and burning in her exposed backside become her entire world.

   She was where she wanted to be.

   Eveline finished spanking and gave Jenny another orgasm.  Finally the
two students settled in the guest bedroom to relax a bit before Jenny had
to go home and Coach Strickland returned to the house.  Jenny lay on her
stomach and let Eveline explore her warm bottom with her fingertips.

   Jenny was completely relaxed.  It was strange to see her that way,
because never had anyone seen Jenny in a tranquil state.  At school she was
always energetic, wound-up, and super tense, ready to compete and out-do
anyone around her.  Eveline was seeing a side of her that no one had ever
seen.

   Jenny closed her eyes and for several minutes enjoyed the touch of her
companion's fingers on her backside.  Her bottom still burned from the
spanking, and she was loving it.

   "I wish we could always be like this.  I...  I'd even put on a collar
for you, I'd be yours."

   "Jenny, you know that I can't.  As long as I live with Coach Strickland,
my ass belongs to her.  You know that."

   "Yeah.  I know.  But, today...  what happened...  you knew me.  You knew
what I needed.  Even I didn't know what I needed, but you did."

   "Yeah, Jenny, I knew."

   "So, what do we do now?"

   Eveline thought for a moment.  She was still trying to figure out how to
turn the seduction of Jenny to her advantage.  This was not going to be a
one-time experience as she had hoped.  It was for sure she'd have to spend
more intimate time with her team captain: there was no getting out of it.
Finally she decided to get Jenny to do something that would not benefit
her, but instead benefit her teammates.

   "I guess, for you, it's to be the best you can be for all of us.  We've
got play-offs coming up.  We on the team need you.  The school needs you.
The coach needs you.  You've gotta be the best captain you can be.  That's
what I need.  Let's get through the next game, and after we win, you can
come back over."

   "I'd love that.  More than anything else in the world."



   Chapter 19 - Public Speaking

   The following week, Eveline's life became even stranger, as though that
were even possible.  She turned in her report about Comandante Foxtrot and
the West African Confederation to her social sciences teacher.  The report
was so good that the teacher had a hard time believing it wasn't
plagiarized.  He remained unconvinced, even after talking about it to Coach
Strickland.

   The social sciences teacher figured there was one easy way to find out
whether Eveline had plagiarized the report or not: have her talk about it
in front of the class without any notes.  The student was allowed only one
prop, a map of Africa so she could direct her classmates' attention to the
various places she needed to speak about.

   Eveline was extremely nervous, but there was no doubt whatsoever she
knew the material.  In fact, her speech was so good, and so informative,
that her teacher decided to have her present it to five classes at the same
time.  She would be expected to stand on the school theater stage and speak
to an audience of 150 students and faculty members.

   Eveline had only three days to prepare.  Coach Strickland helped her
print a large map of the West African Confederation and contacted the
Confederation's embassy to see what other materials they could provide to
help her student.  The embassy responded with an overnight shipment of
information that included a poster-sized portrait of Comandante Foxtrot.

   Eveline looked at the portrait with bewilderment.

   "What am I gonna do with this?"

   "Use it in your presentation.  Why else would they have sent it?"

   A lot of people have nightmares about being naked in front of an
audience, or naked at school.  Eveline already had been naked at school for
two months, but now she had moved on to being on stage and having to give
speeches in the nude to large audiences.

   And that was how she gave her first large presentation, in the nude.  By
then she knew there was no point whatsoever asking Coach Strickland about
buying an outfit.

   *****

   The following Monday was a teachers' workday, which meant the students
at Eveline's school had the day off.  Jenny, of course, had hopes of going
to Coach Strickland's house for another round of sex, massages, and
spanking.

   However, Eveline got called into work that morning.  Coach Strickland
took her to the auction company before continuing onward to the school. 
The coach left Eveline with a final warning that did nothing to ease her
anxiety.

   "I still don't think you appreciate how lucky you are to have that
presenter job."

   "Yes, ma'am, I...  I mean, thank you for helping me get it."

   "Good.  Then I don't expect any trouble or disappointments from you. 
Your assignment today is part of your contract, so I expect that you will
do exactly what Nancy tells you to do.  I expect nothing but 100 %
obedience from you.  That's why you're getting the big bucks."

   "Yes, Ma'am."

   As soon as Eveline was through the door, Nancy approached her with an
expensive pair of designer sandals.

   "Get those sports shoes off and don't ever let me see you wearing them
on this property again.  You are a representative of this company, and our
reputation rests on elegance.  Grungy athletic shoes don't cut it."

   Eveline took off the shoes and put on the sandals.  They fit her
perfectly, which made her wonder how Nancy knew her shoe size.  Eveline
recognized the brand name: an Italian company that was ridiculously
expensive.

   "As soon as you notice any wear-and-tear on these sandals, let me know
and I'll replace them."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   The two women exited the building and walked towards the waiting limo.

   "Uh...  Is there an auction today?  It's Monday."

   "No.  What's going on is you're getting some pictures taken for our
catalogue, and we're also going to see about putting you in an ad campaign.
So, today, you're having a photo session with Jay Sessions, the famous
advertising photographer."

   Nancy added some details when they arrived at the lobby of the
commercial photography studio and checked in with the receptionist.

   "We're going to taking be a series of pictures of you over the next
couple of weeks.  You're going to be the featured presenter in out upcoming
ad campaign."

   "I...  I don't know what to say, ma'am."

   "Well, if I were you, I'd consider it an honor, and it does mean you've
got a bright future with us."

   After a grueling full-day of modeling, Eveline returned to the coach's
house and did some homework.  School work had become oddly comforting, a
boring, mundane activity that was a reassuring bit of normality in her
increasingly strange world.

   *****

   The following week, the auction house limo was waiting at Eveline's
school when she finished classes to transport her to company headquarters,
where Nancy was waiting with some paperwork.

   "Excellent news, Eveline!  Guess who's the new face of our entire
publicity push?"

   "Uh...  me?"

   "You got it!  You're the one!  Congratulations!"

   Nancy extended her hand and shook Eveline's.  Her grip was as strong as
that of a man.

   "Now, obviously we'll need to re-work your contract, since we're using
you for an ad campaign.  What I'd like to do is give you an extra signing
bonus in exchange for a five-year commitment."

   "Five years, ma'am?"

   "Yes.  That way you can complete college while you work with us and then
we'll see what your options are afterwards."

   "And...  uh...  I'm gonna be running around in the nude all that time?"

   "Exactly.  It's become our company's official trademark and you're gonna
be, more than any of your co-workers, our public face.  So, yes, we will
expect you to be naked at all times.  That's one of the things we're asking
from you in exchange for the five-year agreement.  I mean, obviously you'll
keep your sandals on, but other than that you'll always represent the firm
as you are now."

   Nancy signed some releases and placed her hand on her employee's
shoulder.

   "There's another detail.  We'll expect you to model for any pictures we
want, no questions asked.  But, of course you'll be getting commission for
all that in return."

   Eveline didn't have to ask whether Nancy had Coach Strickland's approval
for the updating of her contract.  Her coach had told her multiple times to
go along with anything Nancy wanted, and she knew the consequences of
arguing would entail a very sore bottom.

   Five years...  she was committed to being naked, at all times, for five
years.  The hope of ever getting dressed again kept receding further and
further into the future.

   "And...  how many pictures am I taking today?"

   "For the catalogue, about 500.  And there will others for the ad
campaign, but we'll have to see how many."

   *****

   Eveline was well on her way to becoming famous.  As soon as the
catalogue was published, her image appeared on billboards around the city.

   Her teammates were fascinated with having a celebrity among them and
made sure she accompanied them whenever they went out as a group. 
Eveline's social life expanded exponentially since now it seemed that
everyone wanted to be around her.

   The other girls thought Eveline's nude lifestyle was totally
fascinating, although none mentioned wanting to actually try it.

   In spite of the "world of glamor" she was entering, Eveline was not
really thrilled about her increasing notoriety.  She had always been a
quiet, reserved girl, perfectly happy to stay in the background and away
from public scrutiny.  However, she did not share her inner doubts with
anyone.

   Instead, she remained determined to use her situation to her advantage
whenever possible, which would include how she treated her boyfriend.  She
already had persuaded Lance to have sex in positions that she preferred
instead of the ones he preferred.  Now that she had become a known model,
she decided to take her control over him a step further and, in doing so,
ensure her own future.

   "I need you to make a commitment to me, and this is gonna be important."

   "Yes?"

   "My modeling contract will be up in five years, and in five years I'm
getting out of the business.  And when I get out, there's gonna be a bunch
of people coming after me: people with new contracts, scam artists, and...
guys who are gonna propose.  I'm not gonna want any of them, I'm gonna want
you."

   "Of course...  "

   "Lance, stop.  You're gonna have to hear me out."

   "OK...  "

   "When I get out of modeling, you're gonna have to be successful.  You're
gonna have to have a really good job and be making good money.  Because if
you're not, people are gonna ask, 'why'd you marry him?  What are you doing
with that loser?' I don't wanna put either of us through that.  So you need
to be successful.  Can you promise me that?"

   "Well, I'll try...  "

   "No!  You cannot 'try'!  You've got to make it happen!  You've got five
years to figure it out!  You cannot let me down!  I'm depending on you!"

   Eveline had no doubt that Lance would do everything he could to prove
himself to her.  However, it wasn't really about him "proving" himself.  It
was about her own security and avoiding having a partner who was
financially dependent on her.  She had seen too much of that with the
meth-heads at her brother's house.

   With that, her situation with Lance was settled.  If he was successful,
she would stay with him.  If he was not, she already had her justification
for leaving him.



   Chapter 20 - Jenny's Community Service

   While Eveline was working on her first lecture about the West African
Confederation and modeling for the Emerald Empire Auction House catalogue,
Jenny had a very stressful situation of her own to deal with.

   After a particularly grueling basketball practice, she returned home to
find her little sister Lynne dressed in a Christmas outfit.  Oh shit.  She
had forgotten that her family usually took their annual Christmas card
pictures towards the end of October, to make sure they had plenty of time
to get cards printed and sent to everyone in their extended family.

   Lynne had a particularly malicious expression in her face.  She held out
a Santa hat.

   "Hey, Jenny.  Like my outfit?  Remember how last year you said I looked
stupid dressed like an elf?  Here.  This is your outfit."

   Lynne had nothing her hand except the hat.

   "Who's gonna look stupid this year?  If I'm the elf, I guess you get to
be the winter nymph."

   "Lynne, you little bitch, quit fucking with me.  Gimme the rest of my
outfit."

   "You got your outfit.  All of it.  Remember, you did have Mom and Dad
sign that nudist contract, didn't you?  Can't be a hypocrite about it, now
can we?  That's what Dad said."

   Jenny had thought that Lynne looked ridiculous in her elf outfit and had
made fun of her the previous year, but seeing her father in a Christmas
outfit was even worse.  He was a totally no-nonsense person who was not the
sort to wear anything other than his normal work clothing.  However, once a
year he reluctantly indulged his wife and put on the costume.  It looked
totally out-of-place on him, he knew that, and it put him in a bad mood.

   Furthermore, Jenny also knew that her father remained extremely
irritated over her decision to go to school naked.  He would get back at
her by forcing her to show herself as a nudist during the family Christmas
photos.  As he put it:

   "If this is the way you want to run around in school, then this is how
everyone's going to see you for Christmas.  You know I hate hypocrites."

   Jenny's mother yelled at everyone to get in the car and told her husband
to drive them to the same family photographer they had gone to for years.
The photographer was surprised to see Jenny wearing nothing but a Santa
hat. Jenny's father forced her to explain her situation.

   The girls had to pose first.  Lynne cheerfully positioned herself with a
centuries-old jewelry box that they always used in holiday photos.  It was
a family tradition, going back to the invention of portrait photography,
that the youngest generation in Jenny's family always posed for a formal
Christmas portrait.  Every year's picture included the old gift box, which
was an family heirloom that had been in every Christmas portrait in Jenny's
family for over well-over a century.

   Jenny's father snapped his fingers and directed the older daughter to
take her position next to her little sister.  Jenny and her little sister
posed for a series of pictures, but the final pose, where Jenny stood
behind Lynne and put her hands on the younger girl's shoulders was the one
that everyone liked the best.  This picture made the final cut and would be
on the cover of hundreds of Christmas cards, including some extras Lynne
wanted to give to her school friends.  Obviously people would have
questions about Jenny's lack of attire in their formal Christmas portrait.
Over and over, she would have to explain to relatives and family friends
that she had formally declared herself a nudist.  That meant...  when
Christmas rolled around, she'd have to go to all the family reunions
dressed as she was now.  Not a pleasant thought at all.

   Appearances are often deceptive.  Family members always commented the
sisters looked so cute together in their portraits.  But, at the moment
they were posing, there was no "comfort and joy" in that studio.  Her older
sister's predicament made Lynne beam with sadistic joy, while Jenny kept
thinking how satisfying it would be to move her hands from Lynne's
shoulders and wrap them around that nasty little kid's neck.  It was just a
few inches difference between her shoulders and her throat...  So
tempting...

   *****

   Following the Christmas portraits, Jenny's little sister Lynne came up
with an excellent idea to help her older sister meet one of her high school
graduation requirements.  She knew that her older sister had not yet
completed her community service as required by the district for graduating,
and she had a perfect idea to help out.  Since Jenny was the high-school
team captain and such great player, why not have her complete her community
service teaching basketball techniques to younger players?  Specifically,
Jenny could complete her required hours going to Lynne's school and
teaching her classmates the tricks she knew about the sport and handling
the ball.  That way she could do live demonstrations and share her
knowledge with hundreds of 11-year-olds.  The girl decided to visit Jenny's
school to suggest her idea directly to Coach Strickland.

   Everyone thought Lynne had a fantastic proposal.  It was true that when
Jenny graduated from her school, her experience and knowledge of the game
would be leaving with her.  Why not leave some of that experience and
knowledge behind with Lynne's classmates?

   Lynne even had to foresight to talk to her own gym teacher and get the
necessary paperwork before showing up at the high school.  It was so
thoughtful of her to do all that running around ahead-of-time to make sure
Jenny didn't have to do any of the work.

   Lynne knew how to put on the charm when she needed to.  Everyone on
Coach Strickland's team liked her, and they were all impressed by how that
kid cared enough about her big sister to come up with a community service
project that suited her perfectly.

   "You're sister's so adorable!" "She's such a cutie!" "I wish I had a
sister like her, instead of my stupid brother!" "You're so lucky to have
her!"

   *****

   Jenny went to Lynn's school the following Friday.  She was mortified at
the thought of having to go to her sister's middle school in the nude, but
she figured it wouldn't last too long and she'd get done quickly.  She'd go
straight to the basketball court, put in her time teaching her sister's
classmates some tricks of the game, and leave.  Maybe 50-60 students,
mostly girls, would see her, along with a few teachers.

   Wrong.

   Lynn had suggested to her principal that Jenny should speak about her
high school's previous championship game in front of the entire school,
before starting her basketball training sessions.  The school's principal
thought that was an excellent idea.  She met Jenny at the front door and
escorted her to the school auditorium, where 600 middle school students
were waiting.  The administrator commented:

   "It'd probably also be a good idea for you to talk to everyone about
your nudist lifestyle.  You might as well start off with that.  They're all
going to be wondering why you're naked.  I'm curious to know myself, to be
honest.  It'll be a good story, I'm sure, about how and why you got
started. Then you can lead into talking about basketball, last year's
games, what went right and what went wrong with your team, and then what
you have in mind for your training."

   "I...  uh...  "

   "And another thing.  I'd like you to take some questions at the end.  My
school's journalism students are writing an article about you and I am sure
they'll have plenty of things to ask."

   The principal led her visitor onto the school's stage.  Jenny was in
total shock as she contemplated the huge room that was filled to capacity.
She first had to explain why she became a nudist.  She'd have to make
something up.  The truth was not going to work; that had she agreed to give
up her clothes because she was obsessed with Evelyn's body.

   Sweet little Lynn was waiting on the stage in all her innocent
bitchiness and her usual evil smile.

   As soon as Jenny was positioned behind the microphone, Lynn's basketball
teammates gathered around her on the stage.  The principal introduced the
high school team captain as the middle schoolers, especially the boys,
cheered wildly.  Cameras and cell phones flashed continuously.  Within an
hour, hundreds of pictures of Jenny's bare body and blushing nervous face
would be posted online for the entire world to see.

   This is the sort of thing people have nightmares about.  And just how in
the hell did she get herself into this?

   I gave up my clothes, probably for the next several years, just so I
could touch Evelyn's ass...  I must be fucking insane.

   During her speech, Jenny dug herself even deeper into her dilemma. 
Instead of trying to be non-committal, she repeated all the things she had
told her parents when she had to convince them to let her go nude - that
playing and exercising naked allowed her skin to breathe during practices
and helped her concentrate on her game.  Without realizing what she was
doing until it was too late, she was claiming that nudism changed her life
for the better and had helped her shed a bunch of bad habits.

   Now it would be even more difficult for her to go back on her commitment
without looking like a total hypocrite.  And that was a real problem for
Jenny.  She couldn't bear the thought of "losing face".

   Jenny was so happy when the nerve-wracking student assembly was finally
finished.  Now she could instruct Lynn's teammates and then get the hell
out of the building.

   Two boys who worked as photographers for the school newspaper followed
Jenny and the girls' basketball team into the gym.  One had a high quality
camera designed for taking sports pictures, and the other had a video
camera.  It wasn't every day that the captain of the state's best high
school girls' basketball team came to instruct in the middle school, so the
gym teacher wanted the training to be recorded for future classes.

   The boys were more than happy to take non-stop high-resolution pictures
their visitor and make a video recording of the entire workout session. 
Jenny noticed that most of the time the journalism students had their
cameras pointed at her, not at their classmates.

   The videos and pictures would be posted to the school's student news
website.  Within a few days the website of Lynn's school would have more
hits and likes than any other middle-school journalism class website in the
US.  The school photographers would become famous, and their future in the
field was assured.

   Jenny was determined not to make herself into a bigger fool than she was
already, so she did do the best job she possibly could teaching Lynn's
teammates various tricks she had learned on the basketball court.  At the
very least, the girls couldn't say that she didn't know basketball or that
she was not a good instructor.

   She focused on her skills and there were a few moments that she was
actually able to forget that she was naked in front of a bunch of
middle-school students and teachers.

   Lynn had another idea to make her sister useful for her school.  She
suggested that Jenny take a portrait-style picture and have several
autograph-signing events to raise money for her basketball team.

   Lynn's school charged $10 dollars for a high-quality picture with
Jenny's original signature.  The pictures were hugely popular and became
increasingly valuable with sports memorabilia collectors as time went on.
Within five years a picture from Jenny's first autograph session could sell
for as high as $ 4,000 dollars.

   The principal of Lynn's middle school called Jenny and her two best
journalism students into her office to allow her to give an in-depth
interview about her sports career.  They set up a professional-quality
video camera and started asking lots of questions about the high school
team.  More importantly, the boys wanted to know what Jenny had in mind for
future training sessions at the middle school and how she envisioned the
future of the girls she was training.

   Jenny felt sick.  She had just realized that her visit to Lynn's school
was not going to be a one-time experience.  The principal had every
intention of making her complete all of her community service hours at the
middle school, not just a single session.

   What an idiot, she thought to herself.  How in the fuck didn't I see
this coming?