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Ashley's Prom
By Stroker Ace (defunct)

***

Ashley's recounts how her prom night turn out very 
unlike she had expected it to. (MF-teens, oral, exh, 
huml)

***

In the tiny room behind the stage, a young girl sat. 
Her bare legs were tightly crossed, she flicked her 
free foot nervously. A black pump tottered from her 
toes. Now and then she flexed her foot and the shoe 
like an obedient dog snapped to her heel. She would 
hold it like that for a moment or two before relaxing 
again, the pump dropping only to sway at the end of her 
foot.

Such an obedient shoe, Mr. Bixly thought. So lucky. To 
be summoned by her feet. To service her toes. To look 
up past miles of leg to that most holy of triangles... 
Mr. Bixly felt himself stir, bounding to life in his 
pants. He re-crossed his legs.

"Stop that. Take it off right now, young lady."

It was an order but still there was something 
distinctly alluring in the way that the teenager so 
very smoothly without the slightest hint of hesitation 
or question reached down and slid off the offending 
shoe. 

Slowly it dawned on Mr. Bixly, it must be. A 
submissive. A true submissive. By nature. It had to be. 
The way she took it off. Just handed her last piece of 
clothing to him. All his life he had dreamed of meeting 
a true sub, and now the most fragile of beauties sat 
before him. Nude, barely covered by the remnants of a 
gown. Ashley held the shoes by two fingers at the back 
and handed the satin heels to her principal.

Mr. Bixly took the pumps in a soft fleshy hand. Tiny 
shoes the pair barely filling his hand, light as a 
feather, he read the name, Candy, made in Italy. Size 
six, printed in gold. The heels so thin and long. 
Barely worn but still warm. From her. God, he was going 
to burst.

It was impossible to think of Ashley as a senior 
anymore. It never was easy. But especially not now. Not 
after what he had just seen. The thought of her 
completely nude under that white sequined cloth was too 
much. He was bone hard now, swollen in his Sears 
trousers with no desk to hide behind. Still growing, 
obvious to all. She was looking at him.

"Act your age, young lady. You are in a very serious 
predicament. Your entire future, not to mention your 
reputation, or what's left of it, is in jeopardy. You 
have completely ruined one of the most important days 
of the entire graduation class at Point Hope High." 
Miss Grundy stood and deliberately stepped in front of 
the principal.

Thank God for Miss Grundy. The assistant principal had 
bailed him out again and gotten the meeting back on 
track. Mr. Bixly was sure that Miss Grundy had seen him 
growing, knew that he was getting his jollies. He would 
have to pay her back. Maybe he would humiliate one of 
the young football jocks in front of her. Perhaps a 
strip search, a spinster like her should like that.

Miss Grundy continued, "Not only ruined it for your 
classmates but for their parents, ruined it for the 
faculty and ruined it for Mr. Bixly and I. The local TV 
station was there for Christ sake! Your parents are on 
the way over. I will have to explain what happened to 
them!"

Mr. Bixly, trying to regain control of the situation, 
stood and walked in front of the seated Ashley. He 
looked down on her blond head. Silky hair, so long, 
cute little nose, mouth done hot red, round heart 
shaped open a little, just the right height for his... 
He fought to remain focused, "Umm," cleared his throat. 
"Young lady, suppose you tell us, exactly what 
happened. From the beginning, in your own words, 
Ashley."

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"OK. Ok. You're probably going, 'Is she like a slut? Or 
what?' But hey, I actually got like a way normal life 
for a sixteen year old HPV girl."

"HPV?"

"Oh sorry. Hope Point valley."

"I go to school. Work a few hours at the Taco stand.

And do homework. Like, I have absolutely no social 
life. None. Daddy wants so much for me to have like 
good grades and all. He wants me to be so Stepford, you 
know. So like all year, you know, I have been doing 
this book thing. Like trying to keep a C average. Its 
not easy you know."

"Anyway its like pure guava. I am happy, kind of in a 
sort of bored way, you know? Then like, this semester, 
you know, Becca came to the stand and like actually 
talked to me.

"Becca?" Miss Gurndy asked.

"HELLO? Rebecca. Totally Betty, energizer bunny Becca. 
Oh my God, she is like WAY popular."

"Rebecca Morison, in Mrs. Schnider's home room," Mr. 
Bixly explained. "Jet black hair, big... I mean, well 
developed."

"Anyway we talked, I mean not just tacos and diet coke 
stuff but like girlfriend talk. I could have died. I 
never had like a Guess Girl, to hang with before. She 
was so neato-spiffy-wow! She hung with those German 
mafia guys, you know the Bimmer crowd. You got to drive 
a German sports car to hang with them. Brad was there 
too. Ohhh. His parents must be rich but he won't talk 
'bout them.."

"Well, like in no time, Brad was goofing on me. He is 
so Barbie dream! Jeepers! I was hanging with Becca, 
sounding with Brad, it was so dreamy. Only Brad and 
Becca were kind of like that Tasters Choice couple on 
the tube. You know, always exchanging glances and such. 
Well, we were cruising the mall, my girlie friend and I 
when Becca suggested a makeover. For me. I was totally 
paused.

"Makeover?"

"Girls get together to do their hair and face," Miss 
Grundy explained.

"Becca said that Brad was interested in me, but I had 
to look more Octopussy. She did a complete redo, then 
we went to the mall. Becca was like TOTALLY mommy 
dearest. She like insisted that my fashion taste was in 
the toilet. I just had to wear this or that. I said 
'whatever'. There is this shop in the mall called 
Frederick's, Becca just went totally ape shit charging 
everything in sight on my parent's plastic. She said 
that is what Brad liked. 

"Well... you know Becca is not EXACTLY a virgin. So I 
said 'whatever'. I thought I looked like a slut when 
she had me wear the outfits to class, but the German 
mafia hung with me. No one would give me any shit with 
those guys around. They are like SO popular. So I wore 
their outrageous outfits. Whatever."

"They would take me with them to the coolest clubs and 
stuff. It was so nifty. It was like I was their mascot 
or something. I would have to ride with other guys when 
Brad wanted me too, but I didn't mind, it was major 
fun. All the guys would look at me when I walked in. 
Tiny leather skirt, thigh highs, platforms, rib 
ticklers. Brad and Becca kept cutting my tops, higher 
and higher until they just barely covered my pink. The 
girls would all whisper and stuff. Becca said they were 
just jealous and stuff. That's why I got the belly and 
nose ring. To drive them wild. I went everywhere in 
their Bimmers. Brad let me drive once! Me driving a 
BMW!

"Do you have your license, young lady?" Mr. Bixly 
asked.

"Err, no?"

"I've heard a lot of complaints about those boys," Miss 
Grundy stated. Ashley, did those bad boys try to take 
advantage of you? Tell the truth. I can tell if you are 
lying."

"No Miss Grundy."

"Ashley?"

"No. Honest. We would go to the beach at night, you 
know, under the pier, but nothing happened."

"Ashley?"

"We just played suck and blow. That's all."

"You blew Brad?" Mr. Bixly's voice sounded almost 
envious.

"It is just a game that the kids play. They pass a 
credit card from mouth to mouth without using their 
hands by sucking on it," Miss Grundy explained. 
"Ashley, that usually leads to something more. Do you 
remember what I taught you in Sex Ed. Class?"

"Yes Ma'am. We just kissed a little and the boys wanted 
to play touchy feely. I didn't enjoy it. Honest, Miss 
Grundy. When they finally got my clothes off they found 
that I was serving the crimson wave. I had to haul ass 
to the ladies. When Becca saw that I used tampons she 
insisted that I change to bulky pads. So Flintstone, 
but it shut her trap. Whatever. Going to beach with 
them wasn't too bad. I did some things for them and 
they let me hang with them all week. No one bothered me 
at school, 'cause I was with them."

"Well graduation was coming up. I am not a slacker or a 
loadie, you know, but my grades had gone to hell. I was 
toast. But the greatest thing about being a Senior is 
that the teachers all want to get rid of you, to send 
you off to Jr. College or whatever. So I passed. 
Totally freaked me out. That's when it started. Becca, 
was first."

"I was in the back seat of Brad's car. I had quit that 
lamer of a job. Who has time? We were jawing about the 
prom when Becca suggested that she pick out my prom 
dress. Said that she knew this dress maker in the city 
that could do something special. I guess, she made 
costumes for Becca's step mom. You know, she dances 
professionally.

"Yes, I am familiar with her dancing. Err, I mean I 
have heard about it," Mr. Bixly quickly corrected 
himself.

"Well I tried, Miss Grundy. I really did. But, you see, 
Becca and Brad really had my ride ticket. They could 
and did make me do anything. Totally. I just couldn't 
say shit to them. Well actually I did say no but it 
never did any good. I was so afraid that the dress 
would be something trashy. My parents would see it and 
I would be char-broiled. But it actually turned out to 
be totally awesome.

Ashley moved to show the dress, forgetting for a moment 
that feathery fabric was the only covering for her bare 
body. She quickly pulled the dress to her breast, 
carefully positioning the bunched cloth in her lap.

"Dreamy Brad picked me up with the BMW. Daddy acted 
like he wasn't impressed but he was really ga-ga. He 
took like a zillion pictures and stuff. Brad was all 
NutraSweet, kissing up and stuff. But like at the first 
gas station he like pulled over. He had like felt my 
bra. Bummer. He likes to touch me. Nothing bad, its 
just that he says that's what I am for. Like anyway he 
stops the Bimmer at the gas station and like tells me 
to take it off. Tells me. Whatever. He wants me to take 
my panties off too. I am like in a womanly way, you 
know. 

"So he asks if I am wearing a pad like Becca told me 
too. I tell him yeah. Dick Tracy has to raise my dress 
to check. I am of course, cause Becca and Brad well 
they like to check me out, you know. I don't want a 
soap opera or anything so I go the ladies and take it 
off, throwing them in his lap. After that, he is cool, 
all sweet and lovey-dovey and we are off to the prom."

"Totally awesome. Pure guava, it was great. Dream boat 
was the envy of all the bitches. We danced. It was like 
a Hallmark card commercial or something. Definitely a 
Kodak moment. You saw me Miss Grundy. Wasn't I the 
loveliest girl there. Wasn't I?"

Ashley looked up at the principals. For the first time, 
tears stained that pretty face.

"You were lovely, dear."

"I was totally clueless. When the music stopped and 
Brad lead me to the steps, I went up on the stage. I 
didn't know what to expect, but I thought it was all 
planned out. I guess it was. All alone on stage the 
whole school was looking at me. The TV lights were on 
me, I felt so dorky. Then I saw that beautiful corsage 
on the stool. The note said to pin it above my heart. I 
saw the fishing line tied to it, but didn't think 
anything of it. I had to do something, everybody was 
looking. Becca was out there. I saw her. She nodded her 
head, and I pinned the corsage to the dress. Then yank, 
just like that and that damn dress just flew apart, 
leaving me standing bare ass naked in front of 
everyone. God I was even wearing that God awful pad. I 
wish I were dead!

"Honey, the dress was made to tear away. Made for a 
stripper." Miss Grundy lifted the seam of the dress. 
"See how weak the stitching is."

"What was left of the dress was hanging over your head. 
You tried to jump for it, but it was just beyond your 
reach," Mr. Bixly said.

"The whole school was laughing. There was nothing to 
cover myself with. I had to jump naked for it, like a 
trained porpoise at Seaworld. The more I jumped the 
more they laughed. No one would help me. So I jumped 
again and again. Eventually I climbed up on the stool 
and pulled it down."

"Everyone was taken by surprise, dear."

"Brad claims he doesn't know anything about it. He says 
he was with you all afternoon. He has an airtight 
alibi. I think we should just let this incident drop," 
Mr. Bixly said. "After all, there is no reason to 
believe that my son had anything to do with this 
unfortunate situation."

-Stroker Ace-
Comments welcome
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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