Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 21:06:45 EDT
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: Nanny3, 13/14

Nanny3: Back to School 13/14
By LCDRJMC and Greatness


Part 13

*****

Athena could not remember much of what happened at the store and after.
She recalled hanging naked on the wall, and Tara's mother, Mrs. Marcus,
talking to her.  She remembered waking up briefly in her cousin's car.  In
the darkness of the car's interior, she looked down at her bare torso, her
top had somehow worked its way above her breasts, and she absently saw that
Sophie's right hand was buried deep between her bare thighs.  The blunt
hand was doing surprisingly wonderful things between her wide-spread legs.
Before she faded into unconsciousness again she noticed Sophie looking at
her with tears in her eyes, muttering, "My fault.  All my fault," while her
hand never stopped.

When she woke again they were in front of her apartment building.  Without
saying a word, Sophie helped her up to her apartment, then, leaving her
sitting in front of the door, went back for her garment bag from Bountiful
Plantation.  Sophie had to use one of her 'special' keys to get into the
apartment, as Athena had mislaid hers somewhere.  After opening the door,
pushing her inside, and handing her the bag, Sophie waved a silent farewell
and almost ran back to her car.

Athena closed the door and slowly looked around for a moment, not sure
where she was.  "My God," she said when she finally realized her location.
"I'm home."  She hung up the garment bag in the small front closet and
looked around again.  She could hardly believe she was back at her
apartment and safe once again after such a terrible day.

Alone and in familiar surroundings at long last, Athena automatically did
the first thing she always did when she came home, she checked her
appearance in the full-length mirror she had installed behind the front
door.

"Eeeeeekkkk!" she screamed, then clamped her hands over her eyes.  She was
a disaster!  Her hair was a complete rat's nest, and the only thing she was
wearing was a long sweatshirt which stopped at her upper thighs and had an
embroidered "Bountiful Plantation" in pink text across her high-set
breasts.  No underwear, no shoes.  Her body felt like it had been beaten
with a baseball bat.  It was bruised, battered and tired, so very tired
that she could hardly stand.  Her hips twinged with pain when she walked.

"What happened?" she asked herself in the mirror.  "What in Hell happened?"

Her phone rang and she debated whether she should just let it go for once.
Habit won out, however, and she staggered over to the wall unit just inside
the small kitchen located just off the front door to the apartment.

"Uh, hello?" she said while trying not to sound too exhausted.

"Athena!  It's your mother!  What's wrong?  You sound exhausted!"

"Oh God!  Uh, hello, Mom."

"You don't sound well."

"Long day.  Very tired."

"That nice Tara is out front with Stephanie and Tricia.  They are here with
the limo to take you to the prom."

Oh, damn, thought Athena.  She never had a chance to tell Sophie that she
was supposed to take her to her parent's home, not here.  Tara was not to
know that she had her own place.

Athena put her tired brain to work.  "Tell her that I'm running late, so I
will just meet them there."

"Alright.  I'll tell them.  Are you okay?"

"Yes, mom.  I'm fine, really.  Just a little tired, that's all."

"Okay, dear. 'Bye."

"Right.  'Bye."

Athena staggered into the bathroom and started a very hot bath, filled with
the best bath oils and scents she could find.  She stripped, lit ten
scented candles, turned on her bathroom CD player, turned off the lights,
and sank gratefully into the tub.

"Aaahhhh," she cooed as the hot water flowed over her terribly worn body.
She held her breath and slid under the water.  She stayed there for a full
minute, letting the hot scented water cleanse her very being, until she
surfaced gasping for air and feeling a least somewhat in control again.

"Thanks!" she said to the empty room.  "I needed that."

She lay quiet in the tub, watching the shadows from the candle light
flicker on the ceiling, inhaling the wondrous scents which surrounded her,
while letting the soft jazz quiet her fevered mind and body.

Athena was tired.  She was tired of the games, of the charade, of the
person she felt she had to become for this assignment.  She was tired of
Athena Valentine, Bitch Goddess of Elizabeth Borden High School, and
desperately wanted the return of Athena Valentine, the quiet, good girl who
only desired to be a successful investigative journalist.

It shocked her how easily she had embraced the role of high school queen,
how much she liked having her way at the expense of everyone, a life-style
so self-centered it took her breath away just thinking about it.  It was a
part of her she never knew existed, but, now that this secret side of
herself was finally exposed, it did not automatically follow that it was a
path she must follow.  She once lived without being anything like that and
she felt sure that she could do so again.

She wanted to enter a room and feel people's trust and friendship, and not
their fear, envy and lust.  Oh, yes.  She had set herself up as the most
beautiful and unobtainable of women, what every girl in her school wanted
to be, and what every boy simply wanted but would never get.

And she had done it.  She was the Queen, the ruler of all she surveyed.
The goal of Prom Queen, a title the theft of which from those much more
deserving then herself, was assured.  She was going to become the true
Queen, and, almost as an afterthought, finish her story about life in one
of today's high schools.

Then it all went wrong.  Her old sickness, an inability to control her
body's reactions to the slightest touch, no matter how innocent, returned
with a vengeance this week.  Every time someone tried to help her from some
silly situation, she lost all control, and lost her expensive clothes in
the process.  It was all so humiliating.  She could not even give a simple
speech in class without...without...

"Oh God!" she cried in anguish remembering what had happened.

It was too painful to think about.  She ducked her head under the water
again for another minute to clear her terrible thoughts.

When she surfaced she was calm again.

By rights she should not go back to the school any more, her assignment as
far as she was concerned was over.  She would take a month off to complete
the story and recover from her ordeal.  That was only fair, considering
what the story cost her.  At least this time she would be able to finish
it.

But finish it how?  What of her own secret life, especially the part of it
which happened this past week?  And the discoveries she had made about
herself?  What part could they play in a story for publication in the Free
Press?  Of how tingly she felt when the budding Latina, Paige of the Three
Amigos, had kissed her in the shower and how she wanted it to happen again?
Of how helplessly she fell into strange situation after situation, losing
her clothes and becoming wildly out of control, her traitorous body still
simmering, still hungry long after everything was over?  Even now she could
feel the terrible need at work within her.

"Paige!" Athena painfully gasped.  "Poor Paige.  Why did I treat you so
badly?"  Paige, the silly underclassman whom the bitch goddess Athena
Valentine would not waste an unnecessary second or a kind word with, yet
who, with her two constant companions Lisa and Natalie, was always there
for her, helping her.

This was her last night.  She must make it up to the girl.  But how?

*****

Athena Valentine looked at her image in the bathroom mirror.  It had taken
over two hours, but she was ready.  She was washed, shaven, scented,
brushed, painted, and combed.  Her hair, which should have been put up in
an expensive perm, hung thick and straight with only a beret at the back to
give it some style.  There was no time for anything more.  At least her tan
and well-applied makeup covered any signs of her incredible fatigue.

Her tiny low-cut bra and high-cut panties looked incredibly sexy with the
matching garter belt, stockings and pumps with stiletto heels.  She had to
admit those people at Bountiful Plantation did know their business.  Still,
it will be a relief to be able to wear her regular and much simpler clothes
again, instead of always having to pretend as though she was trying to
seduce the world.  That was her younger sister's look, not sensible
Athena's, and she longed for its return.

She looked down at the light blue harness around her hips.  It was her
first garter belt, and Athena was beginning to wish that she had not let
those kind women at Bountiful Plantation talk her into wearing one tonight.
It made her feel far too sexy, as if an invisible person was caressing her
terribly sensitive upper thighs.  The last thing she wanted to feel tonight
was sexy.  Her nipples had finally returned to their normal state and she
did not want to chance anything making them stiff again.  They were much
too distracting that way, besides being a terrible indicator that she was
not as cool and collected as she would like everyone to believe.

Athena looked at her reflection and sighed.  She would just have to think
of nothing but maidenly thoughts tonight, because it was far too late to
change anything now!

She slipped the dress on, and fastened the long zipper behind her and the
criss-crossing spaghetti straps across her upper back and shoulders.  The
floor-length, form-fitting, powder-blue dress shimmered in the harsh
bathroom lights.  Long gold earrings and a slim gold chain around her neck
set off her tan and hair perfectly.  They were her only jewelry.  She did
not need anything else, not tonight.

The shimmering dress hugged her natural curves all the way.  Only her arms
and upper back were bare.  That was all anyone was going to see tonight,
her date included, the pig.

She looked in the mirror a final time.  Perfect.  As advertised, her undies
did not show.  Very sexy, which was why she had bought the gown in the
first place.  But the beautiful dress looked much too provocative for the
way she was feeling tonight, the way it hugged her every line and curve, as
if she were wearing nothing underneath at all.  At the store, they tried to
talk her out of her under-things as well.  Going commando was the current
Hollywood fashion they told her, and everyone was doing it for formal
occasions.  Oddly, the thought made her tingle.  But she dared not.  She
was far too weak.  Things always started happening to her whenever she went
without, terrible things that consumed her very being.  She knew she could
not trust herself anymore, not like that.  Not for a long time.

Tonight must be perfect.  Above all, nothing must cause her to lose
control.  Being crowned Prom Queen would realize her dream of being a
successful investigative reporter.  After all she had been through, she
certainly could not back out now.

All that was left to do was to call a taxi, take her spare set of keys to
her SUV still in the school parking lot, transfer all of her things from
her school purse to her matching cute little prom purse, go to what was
left of the damn prom and win.  Simple.

"What about their faces?" she wondered as she slipped on her high-heeled
pumps.  "How will everyone react when they first see me there?"

As far as anyone knew, she was still Athena Valentine, Bitch Queen of
Elizabeth Borden High School, rich, untouchable and perfect.  Why should
anyone listen to vague, third-hand rumors about what might have happened in
some silly class?  Her old life beckoned her and she wanted it back badly,
but she wanted this too.  She would show them all who was really in charge.
She was the one and only Athena Valentine, and she was going to have a
night which they would be talking about long after she was gone.  Oh, yes!

She strode importantly from the bathroom and went to her living room.  She
noticed for the first time how very cluttered it was with expensive
exercise equipment.

"Everything gets returned once the assignment is over," her editor had told
her at their last stormy meeting.  "The exercise equipment, that damned SUV
you just had to have, those clothes which royalty couldn't afford, all of
it!  You damn-near broke the paper with this stuff and it's the only way I
can get us out of the red again.  No pouting!  It goes back!!"

"Good!" pronounced Athena Valentine to her living room.  It was back to her
shabby if inexpensive health club after this, but she did not care.  "Take
it all!" she joyously shouted.  "I want my damn life back!"

She looked around the room once again.

"But not tonight!" she said, then laughed triumphantly at her victory to
come.

At least tonight should be easy.  She'll go, win the title, and that will
be that.  And if anyone says or does anything, she will just crush them.
She had had a very long day and was feeling cranky.

This was her night, and no one was going to ruin it for her.  Not Tara, not
anyone.

Besides, what could possibly go wrong at a prom?

*****

The Three Amigos were on station behind the refreshment table.  They were
all wearing a short plain white button-down shirt worn outside of tight
black stretch-pants, and black, low-heeled calf-length boots, their long
blue-black hair tucked into a severe top-knot.

Paige anxiously inspected the dark crowded gym from her vantage point
behind a large punch bowl.  The glittering array of upper classmen dancing
to the pulsating beat of the band on the stage held no interest for her at
all.  Damn!  Still no Athena!

"You don't think she isn't going to come, do you?" she yelled to Natalie
standing on her right.  Yelling was the only way you could make yourself be
heard while the band was playing.

"I shouldn't be at all surprised," Natalie replied loudly as she refilled
another large punch bowl.  "You wouldn't believe what everyone is saying
about her out there."

"Like what?"

"You don't want to know," Lisa chimed in from Paige's left.

"That bad?" asked Paige.

"That bad," answered Lisa.  "Sorry.  I know what she means to you."

"She doesn't mean a thing to me."

"Oh, sure.  That's why you went nuts when we caught her with that teacher."

"I was just surprised, that's all.  I thought she was better then that.
Obviously not."

"What about the Athena-Cam you watch on your PC every night from Tara's web
site?  What about that?"

"I...I still don't believe it's really her doing... those things with
those...those rich putas."

"Oh, oh.  Here comes the Spanish."

"What?" asked Paige.

"Paige, you only start speaking Spanish when you are really angry."

"I do not."

"Yes, you do."

"Lisa!  That's not true and you know it."

"Page, I'm telling you, you go into Spanish mode when you get really mad."

"I do not!"

"Natalie!  Tell her!"

"Tell me what?"

"It's true, Paige."

"But we don't even speak Spanish at home unless the relatives are
visiting."

"Doesn't matter.  You..."

"Never mind!  Both of you need to refill your chip bowls.  They are getting
empty."

"This job sure sounded a lot more glamorous when we signed up for it,"
Natalie said as she reached under the table for the latest refills.

"Yeah, I know the feeling," said Lisa.  "The only freshmen allowed at the
prom.  Except no one said anything about possible hearing loss.  And, hey,
who thought up these outfits?  I feel like I'm going to bust out of these
pants any minute now!  It's embarrassing.  I'm afraid to do anything!"

"They are pretty tight," agreed Natalie.  "You look good, though."

"Really?" asked Lisa.  She twisted around to look at her own shirt-covered
bottom.

"Oh, yes.  Very nice."

"Thank you!"

"It was her," Paige said gloomily.  "It was Athena.  She did it when she
joined the Prom Committee.  She decided on these outfits."

"Why am I not surprised at that?" said Natalie.

"OhmyGod!" gasped Paige breathlessly.  "It's her!"

"Where?  I don't see her."

"Over there by the main door, goof."

"Oh.  See her.  Wow, what a dress!"

"Yeah.  I need to...to talk to her.  Cover me."

"Got your back, Paige," said Natalie.

"Give her our love," said a grinning Lisa.

*****

Athena Valentine stood with trembling legs at the entrance to the gym.  It
was Prom Night, her night, but how she expected to survive this was
something else again.  She must have been crazy to come here.

Still, she could not let this opportunity pass, not after what she had been
through.  She earned this, and she was going to collect.

Alone, she was grateful she had not really been noticed yet.  Standing by
the door, Athena enjoyed her last few moments of peace.  She was still not
sure what everyone's reaction would be to her presence, but she knew that
it did not matter any more.  This was to be her last night, and it was
going to be hers.  She earned it.

Athena looked for her group but could not see them.  She did not want to,
but she had to join them as planned if only for appearance sake.  At least
it should be safe.  Tara would not dare try anything with her in so public
a place with everyone watching them.

"They must be around here somewhere," Athena muttered irritably.  The
center floor was full of dancing students glittering in their expensive
finery.  Very few people were sitting at the tables or standing along the
walls.

Suddenly two arms appeared around Athena's waist and she was forcibly
pulled backwards into the shadows.

"Hey!  Help!" she shouted as she fought to keep her balance on her tall
heels, but no one heard her in the thundering noise.  The arms disappeared
but Athena could not stop her backward motion until she slammed forcibly
against the wall of the gym.

"OOF!" she cried as the air was pushed from her lungs by the blow and her
head bounced against the wall.  "Oooww.  What happened?"

Before she had a chance to recover, a small, thin girl with a light brown
face, wearing a white shirt and black pants, appeared in front of her and
kissed her hard on the lips.

Athena was so shocked she instinctively pulled her golden head back and it
bounced off of the wall once again.  "OW!"

Dazed, she could only stand while the girl attached herself to her lips
once again, the small soft tongue forcing its way past Athena's white even
teeth and into the hot pink wetness of her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm!?!  MMmmmmmm??  Mmmmm?  Mmmmmmmmm."  Athena's protests died away
as the wonderful kiss consumed her.  She closed her eyes and gave herself
into it.  Her arms circled the waist of the budding young form before
her. It was Paige she finally realized.  The only person here who really
cared about her.  The young girl was just showing how happy she was to see
her.  How sweet!  A good thing it was something so innocent, because people
might begin to wonder at two girls kissing like this.  Her entire body was
feeling strangely tingly, but Athena knew it was probably only her own
reaction at seeing her darling Paige once again.

What the distracted Athena did not notice was how Paige had been lightly
rubbing the tips of the reporter's high-set breasts with her small
knuckles.  The nipples, very sensitive after a full day of fun, responded
instantly to Paige's cunning fingers and eagerly leapt to full erectness.
Paige noted with glee how fast Athena's nips revealed themselves under the
sheer material of the expensive dress and bra.  It was just as she thought.
The 14-year old was very familiar now with the proud body of Athena
Valentine.  Ever since she touched it this morning for the first glorious
time, she did nothing except study its secrets, how it responded whenever
and wherever she touched it.  She knew it now.  Athena Valentine was hers.
Upon finding her goal, Paige began to work on Athena's nipples, pinching
and pulling them between her fingers, yet always being careful not to mark
that beautiful dress.  But that was not all.  A sly thigh worked its way
between Athena's trembling legs and pressed firmly against the reporter's
covered crotch.

Athena's head was spinning.  She was feeling very strange.  Perhaps it was
from bumping her head, or maybe it was how sweet Paige was so happy to see
her, but whatever it was her body was tingling like crazy now, especially
her chest!  It was so weird!  Her poor nipples felt like they were ready to
explode, and every strange twinge from them went directly to her already
heating pussy.

"Oh no!," she thought feeling sick to her stomach.  "Not now.  Please, God,
not now!"  It was her illness again returning to haunt her.  Her stupid,
deadly illness, which meant that if anyone touched her, even in the most
innocent way as with her sweet Paige now, her traitorous body would turn
every pure touch into something sexual and wicked, and yet so delicious she
wanted to scream in ecstasy.  It was her own fault, she knew.  Deveroux's
doctor had told her all about it, but the pills were gone and Athena could
think of no other way of fighting these terrible, exquisite sensations
racing through her.  It was obvious that sweet Paige was just happy to see
her.  Athena knew that it was her own sick mind and body that was causing
the rising pressure of a dangerous climax to already start building.

"MMM!" Athena gasped after a particularly strong twisting sensation
radiating from her troubled nipples went shooting through her clouded mind
like an electric shock.  It was as if someone were playing with them, but
thankfully she knew that could not possibly be true.  Not here, and
certainly not with her sweet Paige.  It was her own sickness that made her
feel that way.  Her knees weakened and if not for Paige pressing her firmly
against the wall she would have fallen.  Athena's vagina pulsed slightly
and she was suddenly aware at how shockingly close to an orgasm she was!

Paige went to work on Athena's proud nipples with a vengeance.  Even
through dress and bra, they felt wonderfully full and stiff.

"Mmmmm?  Mmmmm!  MMMMM!"  Athena tried to warn Paige that she could not
take anymore, but the sweet freshman still had not broken her devastating
kiss of welcome and it was impossible to make herself understood.  Suddenly
it was too late for anything.  She came!

Paige gleefully felt the beautiful body stiffen.  "Got you!" her mind
yelled.  "Got you!"

The cunning freshman broke the kiss and took a step back.  She wanted to
see this!

"UHHHH!" helplessly grunted Athena as her vaginal muscles contracted.  She
bent over, clutching her abdomen with both hands to try and stop her wildly
spasming cunt.  But it was no use.  She could feel her nice new panties
being ruined as her own lubricants flooded into them.

Her body calming, a trembling Athena stood up more or less straight once
again.  Paige placed her hands on Athena's bare shoulders.  She looked
happily at the flushed dazed face in front of her, disheveled yet radiant,
still in the thrall of the climax.  "Is anything wrong?" she asked.

"Oh, no!" Athena mumbled miserably, her head down, unaware of Paige's
presence.  "It feels so good.  God, why does it have to feel so good?"

"Athena, is there anything wrong?"

"Oh, Paige!  It's you.  I'm sorry.  I'm a mess!  I've...I've had
an...an..."

"An accident?" added Paige helpfully.

"Y-yes.  That's right, an accident.  I don't feel very well.  I don't feel
very well at all."

"Oh, my.  Let's get you cleaned up."

Holding her by the waist, Paige guided the limp Athena from the wall and
through the gym's entrance.  If she saw anyone looking at her, Paige either
ignored them or said softly, "Cramps," and always received a wince of
sympathy in return from those who understood.

She cut through the long line leading to the girls' locker room, and
commandeered the first lavatory stall she found that had an unlocked door.
A half-naked girl, sitting on the john fixing her dress, looked up in
horror at Paige and Athena.

"Okay, out!" commanded Paige.  She snatched the shocked girl's dress from
her hands and tossed it towards the row of sinks on the other side of the
crowded room.

"EEEEEEKKKKKKK!!!" the girl shrieked.  She jumped up and dashed after her
dress, trying to cover her wildly bouncing bare breasts with her arms as
she ran through the laughing crowd.

"Ah, alone at last," said a beaming Paige as she led the still befuddled
Athena into the stall.

"Now bend over, and we'll get you all cleaned up.  That's right, just hold
that silver thingy, and relax.  It will be over before you know it."

Paige carefully pulled up the long dress from the bottom, slowly revealing
the fabulous nylon-covered legs, stopping only to admire how the garters
framed Athena's delightful thighs, lifting the skirt until the light blue
transparent panties covering the taut buttocks were fully exposed to view.
The slightly thicker material running between the thighs was badly soaked.
Paige draped the long skirt over Athena's waist, then moved away to admire
her handy-work.

"Gulp."  Paige's heart skipped a beat at the glorious sight!

She heard a sound behind her and half-turned her head.  Through the corner
of her eye she could tell that the stall door was slightly ajar and a few
girls were crowded around the gap trying to look in.  Paige 'accidentally'
bumped against the door and it opened completely to the astonishment of the
crowd on the other side.

"Now spread your legs nice and wide so we can wipe off that nasty
girl-cum," she said for the benefit of her audience.  "That's a good girl."

Athena hung her head in shame.  In spite of everything Paige still liked
her, even after making a complete fool of herself in the gym.  She did not
deserve such a devoted friend!

Paige stood aside so that everyone could get a good view of Athena's soiled
panties, and from the gasps and giggles coming from outside the stall, they
were doing just that.

"Yuck!  What a mess you are!" scolded Paige to the giggles of the watching
girls.  "Now I have to clean you just like a little baby."

An ashamed Athena could only nod her head in agreement.  Just make it
quick, she thought in torment.  It was incredibly humiliating to be
half-dressed like this and have someone clean her privates for her.  She
wanted to die!  But yet, why was she tingling as if excited her?

Paige pulled a short length of toilet paper, folded it into a pad, then
began to slowly wipe at Athena's pantied crotch.  Making sure that those
behind her could see, she went over the swollen labia again and again until
she was sure the shaking senior was very close to cumming.

"Ohhh, I can't...much longer...hold..." softly moaned Athena as she fought
against the unwanted climax trying to consume her.

"Oh, this won't do at all," Paige complained and pulled the taut panties
down past a frozen Athena's hips to her knees.

"Paige!  Please!" Athena whispered in horror as she felt her panties being
lowered.

"Now spread you legs so I can get at you.  Farther."

Without thinking, Athena strained her legs to comply, but they were caught
in her lowered panties.  All her fevered mind could think in the depths of
her humiliation and growing excitement was that was that all that mattered
now was that she must do what she could to make things easier for Paige.

"Now arch your back so I can clean that dirty little pussy of yours.
That's my good girl."

Athena's panties were stretched almost to the breaking point between her
legs, her shaved cunt completely visible to the growing crowd outside of
the stall.

Paige began to carefully rub Athena's exposed and defenseless sex with her
soft pad.  The paper quickly became soaked but Paige did not care as she
had no intention of cleaning anything.  As her right hand slowly wiped
again and again the swollen labia, her left hand lovingly traced the crack
of Athena's ass, the fingers dancing close around the sensitive brown
rosebud nestled between the extended cheeks.

The 14-year old felt Athena shudder and the pad of paper in her right hand
suddenly became soaked with hot fluid splashing from the senior's exploding
cunt!  Athena helplessly ground her hips onto Paige's hand, trying to
prolong the sensation.

"Oh, my.  Did we have another accident?" Paige asked sweetly.  Athena could
only nod in misery when the climax had passed and she became still.  She
had done it again, she had humiliated herself in front of sweet innocent
Paige!

The freshman tossed the pad, completely soaked with the evidence of
Athena's latest climax, in front of the hushed crowd.  It landed with a
loud splat and glistened in the harsh light.

"Now we are going to have to do it all over again," Paige said in her best
mother's voice, "and all because you can't control yourself".  She smacked
Athena's right buttock, leaving a wet handprint.

The dazed Athena felt devastated.  Her sweet Paige was right.  All the girl
was trying to do was help, and all she did was continue to make a mess of
herself.  If only she could learn control!

Paige began rubbing Athena's cunt again, only this time just using her
hand.  She ran it openly back and forth, always making sure the watching
girls behind her had a clear view.  She saw a hand place an open compact
with a large mirror on the closed toilet seat.  Now the girls really had a
good view!

"Uuuuhhh," groaned Athena as Paige pretended to wipe off the sopping crotch
but was actually having great fun teasing Athena Valentine's vulnerable
sex.  Paige was in complete control of the bent-over helpless reporter.
Whenever she felt Athena nearing another climax, she would back off and let
her recover a moment, then begin again.  The sweating Athena was soon a
trembling wreck!

Paige decided that it was time for a little fun.  She carefully spread
Athena's leaking fluids all around the shaved cunt, paying particular
attention to the swollen labia.  When Athena's natural leaking proved
insufficient for her needs, Paige lightly tickled Athena's engorged clit
and was soon rewarded with another shudder and handfuls vaginal lubricant.
She spread the hot girl-cum thickly between the senior's legs, then worked
her way up between the spread buttocks.

Athena Valentine, college graduate and investigative would-be reporter, had
been turned by a 14-year old girl from an intelligent young woman into a
vending machine for her own sweet nectar.  She no longer thought, she only
existed, shuddering and moaning her way from one climax to another under
Paige's eager hands.  To produce girl-cum on demand for the young freshman
was her sole reason for being.  Weak from the effort, she leaned limply
over the closed toilet.  Only by straddling the commode could the thing
which had once been Athena Valentine remain standing.

Paige began to wonder if there could be a market for this wonderful hot
substance filling her hands, maybe for girls who have trouble getting wet
(call it 'LubriCUNT'), or for those who just want to feel something very
special against their own sensitive skin (call it "Be My Valentine").  She
could lead Athena about the school, keeping her always ready, providing
samples or product as required.  She would not have to worry about college
scholarships after that.  How cool was that?

Paige expertly teased Athena's sex once more, just to make sure she had
enough.  There was a soft shudder and "UH!" from a devastated Athena, and
Paige's small hands quickly filled with more of Athena's sweet honey.  Soon
the entire area of the senior's crotch was sopping wet, with Athena's own
girl-cum forming a thick hot layer over its entire length and width.  Paige
then raised the lowered panties back over Athena's exposed hips, pulling up
the front and back sections as far as they would go, causing the distraught
Athena to moan yet again.  She did not make them into a thong (that would
come later), but she noted happily that Athena was now showing much more of
her golden cheeks then she was when she arrived.  She waited until she saw
how quickly the full crotch-band began seeping with the delightful
substance.

"Mmmm.  Yummy," giggled Paige as her fingers felt the tight stuffed panties
squish over Athena's crotch.  "That should give you something to think
about."

"Oohhhhh" moaned Athena helplessly at the incredible sensations coming from
her crotch as she slowly became aware of her surroundings once again.  What
was Paige doing to her?  Didn't the girl realize how terribly sensitive she
was there of all places?

"Am...I...clean...yet...?" a trembling Athena choked out.  She wondered
what could be taking Paige so long in cleaning her off.  She could not
understand it.  The panting reporter felt as if she had just finished a
5-mile run.  She was sweating and exhausted.  Still, Athena found the
exposed position she was in to be oddly exciting, and she was afraid to do
anything which might trigger yet another mind-destroying climax in front of
the innocent Paige.  The girl was just trying to clean of some of her own
disgusting juices before they soiled her beautiful gown, and yet she
somehow lost control of herself countless times already.  Her sickness was
truly out of control tonight.

She felt Paige pat her on the left buttock and say happily, "All done.  You
can get up now."

Athena had been bent over for so long that when she stood the small stall
began to spin.  "Oh!  I'm so dizzy," she complained while beginning to
sway.

"Here," Paige said, guiding her.  "Put your hands flat on the wall for a
moment.  I need to fix your dress anyway."

"Thank you," Athena said gratefully as she leaned against one of the stall
walls.

Paige regretfully dropped the long skirt into position, then with much more
enthusiasm undid the crossed shoulder straps and the dress' fasteners.  She
pulled the top of the opened dress down far enough to completely expose
Athena's bra.

"The panties can stay," Paige said, "but the bra has to go!"

"OH!" gasped Athena as she felt the dress' bra spring open and be quickly
pulled from her body.

She frantically covered her bare chest with her arms.  "Paige!  Please!  I
need that!"

"No you don't.  Let's get you tucked back in and I'll show you."

"But, Paige...!" complained Athena, but the freshman ignored her.

"Put your arms down, silly," said Paige in her best eager little-girl
voice.  "I can't do this with you in the way."

Athena dropped her arms and stood helplessly as her young friend dressed
her.

Paige raised the top of the dress and took her time fitting each firm
breast into the tight bodice.  It required a great deal of kneading of the
glorious breast-flesh.  She would repeatedly slide her fingers over those
arrogant tits, making sure to catch them on Athena's nipples so that they
were especially stiff when she was done.

"Oh!  Paige!  What are you doing?" a bewildered Athena gasped.  Paige
seemed to be taking forever getting her dress back on.

When she felt Athena begin to shudder again, Paige stopped her teasing of
those fabulous tits and quickly refastened the dress and all of the straps.

Athena looked down and saw with horror that her proud breasts were totally
revealed under the thin sheer material of her beautiful dress, her untamed
nipples looking incredibly extended.

"Oh, Paige," gasped the breathless Athena.  "I know you are just trying to
help, but I'm going to need band-aids or something to cover my...my nips.
I don't have a bra, and they're so...so out there!"

"I prefer them like that," murmured Paige to herself.

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing.  Back to the prom.  You're fine.  Trust me."

"I...I do trust you, Paige.  I really do.  I know that you are my only
friend in this entire school, and I would do anything for you.  I like you.
But I feel so exposed without a bra, and...and squishy.  I feel really
squishy...down there, even after all the...the cleaning you did for me."

"You'll be fine," said Paige.  "Don't worry about it."

"All right, Paige," said an exhausted Athena.  She was too tired and
confused to argue anymore.  She just wanted to get her prize and go home
before anything else happened.  "Anything you say."

Paige looked at the overcome Athena.  Her damp face, still showing the
glowing signs of her recent climaxes, her thick golden hair in slight
disarray with beads of sweat running through it, her wonderful breasts now
obviously without confinement, all in all Miss Athena Valentine the Perfect
had become the classic picture of the beautiful girl who had very recently
been with a special someone, who had in fact been having sex with a special
someone.  And Paige, along with every girl in the lavatory, knew that she
was that special someone.

"Senior in my pocket," she thought with satisfaction.  "Wait until I tell
the gang about this!"

*****

Athena once again stood inside the gym's entrance.  However, there was a
difference this time.  She did not have a bra and her impudent nipples were
sticking out a mile, her panties were soaked with her vaginal fluids to the
point that she could feel trickles running down the insides of her thighs,
and Paige seemed to have taken possession of her ass because her hand was
all over it!  That and the fact that, just from walking from the lavatory
to the gym, she wanted to cum so badly she could practically taste it.
Paige was only supposed to help clean her up a little, but instead she felt
more excited now then she had all day.  How could that of happened?  Even
worse, how could she even think of lasting out the remainder of the
evening?

It was impossible for her to stay, especially like this. She must find Tara
and give her apologies to the group.

Paige gave her a good-bye kiss (in front of everyone!) and returned with a
proud swagger to the food tables.

Athena walked slowly around the edge of the gym, staying as much as she
could in the shadows.  She just could not understand why she felt so wet
and gooey.  It was as if she had been greased!  Walking had become a
terrible turn-on with her slick thighs and buttocks, not to mention her
braless breasts quivering slightly in her bodice.  The one thing she did
not want to happen this evening was happening with a vengeance.  But now
she was feeling so excited she could hardly stand it.  Distracted by the
turmoil within her, Athena absently held her lower lip between her teeth as
she walked with unseeing eyes through the crowd, unaware of how her stiff
nipples were clearly visible under the slick expensive material.

Others noticed her now and many tried to talk with her, but Athena was
aware of nothing except the burning need to cum in her loins.  When she was
dimly aware of others around her, she could only try to give them one of
her old imperial nods that she reserved for the lesser mortals.  Speaking
was impossible.  She knew that if she opened her mouth for anything she
would certainly scream.  "Oh, Paige!" she thought.  "What have you done to
me?"

*****

"Where is that bitch?" grumbled Tara.

"Don't worry," said Stephanie.  "She wouldn't miss tonight for the world."

"But she wouldn't even ride with us!"  Trisha complained.  "And that lame
excuse she had her mother give us!  The bitch!"

"Do you have the disk?" asked Tara.

"Oh, yes," Trisha answered.  "Selected screen captures from Athena-Cam,
plus the stuff you gave me from your Mother.  I barely had time to put it
all together.  My God!  Where did she get that?  It was hot!"

"A store's surveillance camera.  The salesgirl was nice enough to give Mom
a copy."

"Or...?" Trisha asked.

"Or Mom would have plastered the girl's picture all over the net."

"Your Mom does have a way with people."

"Watch it," warned Tara.

"Okay, okay," said Trisha, holding up her open hands in surrender.

"Athena's certainly been having a busy day," observed Stephanie.

"With that slut, it's just been business as usual for her," spat Tara in
disgust.

"Meow!" said Trisha.

"It's true."

"Take a look behind you," observed Stephanie.  "It's her."

"Will you look at that!" gasped Trisha.

"Quick, girl!" said Tara.  "Take your disk over to the girl running the
projector behind the screen.  Tell her it's for Athena's presentation.
She'll know what to do."

"Yummy!" cooed Trisha as she left on her errand.

"Speaking of yummy..." said Tara.

"Yes, she is all of that," said Stephanie.  "What's with her tonight,
anyway?  She looks all funny."

"Athena?  A bitch in heat is a wonderful thing, Steph'.  You should know
that."

"Yes," Stephanie said shyly looking down at the table.  "But now?  Here?"

"Why not now?  Go bring the darling over here.  She looks so confused and
vulnerable.  How perfect!  Time for more fun with the Princess."

"Yummy!" cooed Stephanie.

"Yes," agreed Tara, hungrily licking her lips.  "Yummy."

*****

End of Part 13