Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 15:56:51 EDT
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: Nanny3: Back to School Part 6

Nanny3: Back to School 6/? (Ff+/F, reluc) by LCDRJMC and Greatness


Part 6

* * * *

As Athena moved behind the counter, she jumped when she felt something
press against her bare vulva!  She glanced down and saw that it was one of
the spare pointers for teachers that were always kept on the middle shelf.
This one was extending out from the shelf and in her current state of
befuddlement, thanks to Paige, she had almost walked directly into it!  She
looked down and saw with horror how the rubber tip was dangerously close to
her precious opening.

"Phew!" she breathed in relief.  "That was close."

Suddenly, the hall door to the administration office burst open and a
short, red-faced little man with only a few tired-looking wisps of hair
sticking up over an otherwise bald head entered the room.

Athena's jaw dropped open as she recognized the editor of The Free Press,
Mr. Merryweather.  Her boss was standing right in front of her and she was
absolutely naked below her sweater!  "OH MY GOD!" she thought.  "What in
Hell is he doing here?"

"Hi, sweetheart," the editor said in a very insincere manor.  The editor
was a bachelor of long standing and was unused to acting the proud parent,
or in this case, guardian.

"Why...why, Uncle E-Ed!  What are you doing here?" Athena sputtered in
surprise as she turned towards him and held out her hands in front of her.
Confused, the editor assumed it was a greeting and took both of her hands
in his own.  Actually, Athena was trying to tell him silently to go away.
She became as confused as he was when he took her hands in his own, but as
long as she kept him on the other side of the counter she was safe!

As he approached her, Athena automatically crouched a little and pressed
her body firmly against the back of the counter, to hide herself as much as
possible.  Too late did she remember about the pointer.

"Uuuhh!" she grunted as she inadvertently impaled herself upon the
rubber-tipped wooden shaft.  She fought to remember just how much of the
pointer extended beyond the edge of the shelf as she felt what seem like
miles and miles of it continue to fill her sopping, pulsating cunt!

Athena tried standing, but the deeply embedded pointer stayed with her,
while it's unintended movement inside her almost made her want to purr with
pleasure as the smooth wood rubbed against the clasping, greedy muscles of
her violated pussy.  As she stared wide-eyed at her boss, Athena felt an
insane desire to cum.  Oh, God!  What had Paige done to her?  Her body felt
so ready right now, but ready for what?  She wanted more than anything to
fuck herself silly on this innocent shaft of wood.  She felt close to panic
as she tried to figure a way of freeing herself from the lecherous pointer
without letting her editor know about her precarious half-dressed
situation!

Feeling in desperate need to be in control once again, Athena hissed
angrily, "Get out of here, you stupid jerk!"

The editor's ruddy face colored an even deeper red.  He had been angry
before, but now he was furious.  This prima donna of a reporter had nearly
bankrupted the meager resources of The Free Press with her outrageous
demands for clothes and equipment, all the while treating him like a lowly
servant in the process.  For the sake of the story he went along with it,
but no longer!  This junior reporter had pushed him around long enough! It
was time she learned who was the real boss here.

Athena felt herself being pulled forward, forcing her even farther onto the
deadly pointer.  She tried to break free, but her editor was holding onto
her with a grip of iron.  Caught on the rough back edge of the counter top,
the front of her abused sweater was dragging down the more she was made to
lean over the top.  Athena knew she couldn't back away from him, or he
might see everything!  She could sense her sweater's front was going lower
and lower, exposing her unfettered breasts to her editor more and more as
she was made to lean farther over the counter!  Also, the fabric moving
over her breasts was causing her nipples to react in the worst way!  The
exquisite sensation as the sweater's material rubbed the hard nubs of her
breasts was making it very hard for her to think at all!  The little devils
were practically forcing their way through the fine material.  They were so
stiff it brought tears to her eyes!

She was almost laying flat across the counter top when he finally stopped
pulling.

Oh God! She felt completely impaled on the pointer!  And her chest!  It was
terribly exposed!  Her golden cleavage was displayed to just above her
erect nipples, while the sweater had ridden up to her waist!  She couldn't
even use her hands to pull it down, either.  Thank God the principal was
out of her office, otherwise she would surely die of shame if the woman
ever caught her like this.


"Don't you remember?  I told you that I wanted to volunteer to help with
the school's next fund raiser," the editor said loudly.  He sounded wooden
and artificial, a bad actor reading his lines.  Mr. Merryweather looked at
the obviously nervous woman and started to wonder if something wasn't quite
right with his young reporter.  She was normally so calm and collected.  "I
just love a good pancake breakfast!"

"Let go!" Athena muttered angrily.  "That stupid breakfast's not for
another two months, you idiot!"

She pulled frantically but he still refused to release his iron grip on her
hands.  She was still stretched over the counter top and the ridiculous
tug-of-war with her editor was causing the highly sensitized tips of her
breasts to drag across the wood counter top.  Even through the material of
her pulled sweater, the sensation on her erect nipples was maddening!  It
made her breathless and her toes curl!  Yet that was nothing compared what
the pointer was doing to her.  The slightest movement she made caused her
ready cunt pulsate frantically around the wooden shaft.  She desperately
wanted to reach down and, ashamed at the thought, use the pointer to make
herself cum, but that was impossible!  Athena could feel her vaginal fluids
start to trickle down her inner thighs and realized that unless she could
free herself very soon, she would lose it completely!

She finally noticed the determination on her editor's red face and realized
with a sinking feeling that the old fool wasn't going anywhere until he got
what he wanted, whatever that was.

Athena stopped struggling and asked as calmly as she could, "Would
you...please let go of me?  What are you doing here, anyway?"

"No, I am not letting go of you until you tell me just what the devil is
going on here.  You have been ignoring my pages again, and I want to find
out why," the editor said firmly.  "I paid good money for that pager and I
intend to use it."

"Pager?" Athena sputtered wildly.  She stifled a hysterical laugh.  The
idiot!  The stupid idiot!  All this trouble over that silly pager!  How
dare he put her through this just over broken piece of crap!

"Moron!" she said with cool venom.  "Why, I haven't even had any...oh my
God!" Athena paled as she suddenly remembered about her missing pager.  She
had lost it after that terrible night at Tara's home!  It must still be
there!  Oh, no!  Now what was she suppose to tell him?

****

The principal opened the door to the administration office a crack and put
an eye to the slit.  It was getting better.  Her heart almost stopped
beating as she looked at the rear of the beautiful student leaning over the
counter top.  Mrs. Nelson couldn't believe it!  The perfect tanned buttocks
looked so inviting!  And as for that divine slit that lay nested deep
between those sculptured thighs...!  The principal's hand trembled on the
doorknob as her mind raced madly at the thought of it, so vulnerable.

Why was she moving so oddly, though?  Like she was caught on something.
"Oh, God!" the principal gasped gleefully when she finally realized what
had happened to the high and mighty Athena Valentine.  "This is wonderful!"

That settled it!  She had to have her!  That was all there was to it!  She
had to have that beautiful half-naked student!  But now Athena's busy-body
of a guardian was here.  She knew of no appointment for this morning, so he
must have stopped by just to see the girl.  Looking at the man, she
couldn't fathom where Athena got her good looks.  Athena's uncle was not
the least bit handsome.  Where Athena got her beautiful looks from was
beyond her.  But he was keeping her busy and that could be useful.  She
quickly made her plans.

****

"Athena, isn't that sweater a bit tight?" the disapproving editor asked.
With all the money the kid's spending on her wardrobe, he wondered why is
it was that every time he saw her, his only investigative reporter always
looked half-undressed?  This time it was her bosoms!  They were practically
falling out!  It was so unseemly!

"No, you fool, it isn't!" Athena answered in her most snotty voice, hoping
it would quickly get her editor off that touchy subject and onto something
else.  But, of course, it backfired.

"Don't take that tone with me young lady, or I might just have to put you
over my knee right here, and give you a sound spanking!"

"Sorry, Sir," Athena said, in a much weaker voice.  Oh God!  And with her
naked below the waist and finally getting into the pointer, too.  It felt
so fine!  She wondered if anyone would miss it if she took it home with her
tonight.  But first, her damn editor.  She had to get him out of here.  But
how?

****

Mrs. Nelson decided it was time to join in the fun.  She put on her best
professional manner, opened the door and strode briskly into the room.

"Good morning, Sir," said the principal.  "I'm sorry if you've been waiting
long to see me, but my staff failed to tell me that you were out here."

At the sound of the voice, Athena's world stopped.  The problem with her
editor paled to insignificance at the hideous fact of the principal's
presence behind her.  Behind her!  BEHIND HER!!

Waves of humiliation washed over the reporter!  It was bad enough to be
caught in various states of undress by the students, but to be caught by
the school's principal...!  Her cute bare butt was completely exposed, not
to mention her bare pussy and its new friend the pointer.  Athena's only
desire at this time was to sink into the floor and disappear forever.
After a morning full of terrible shocks, she had reached the end.  As the
blood drained from her head, Athena felt consciousness slipping from her.

With a soft moan, Athena Valentine slumped across the counter top in a dead
faint!  The surprised editor found himself holding onto his unconscious
reporter to prevent her from slipping off the counter top.

"Oh, dear me," the editor muttered.  "Athena?" he called softly as he
gently squeezed the unconscious reporter's hands.  "Athena, what's going
on?"  Getting no response, he looked to the slightly smiling principal
standing behind Athena and said weakly, "Help?"

"Of course," said the principal.  "Probably just one of those feminine
things that happen.  Just hold her for a moment, will you?  And keep
talking to her.  That's important."

"Sure," said a very nervous Mr. Merryweather.  "Athena?  Oh, Athena?
She...she doesn't answer, Mrs. Nelson."

As the editor talked to the unconscious reporter, Mrs. Nelson knelt down
behind the counter and worked the pointer into the defenseless girl's
crotch.

"That's all right," Mrs. Nelson said.  "Just keep watching her.  Look for a
reaction."

"What kind of reaction?"

"Anything at all."

"Okay."

As she played with the pointer with her right hand, the principal's left
hand wasted no time in tracing the delightful contours of the helpless
senior.  The hand ran from the glorious globes of the firm, jutting
buttocks to the length of the sculptured legs.  But it was the tiny
puckered anus which interested her hand the most.  She had definite plans
for that!

"Anything?" Mrs. Nelson whispered after a delightful time spent teasing the
sopping cunt with the pointer.

"She's...she's smiling a little," Mr. Merryweather whispered back.  "And
looking flushed.  Is that good?"

"Very good.  She coming along nicely."

Mrs. Nelson opened one of the emergency kits that were always kept under
the counter for student injuries and dipped her fingers into a jar of heavy
first-aid cream.  She used the cream to carefully grease the exciting
crevasse between the golden buttocks, and especially over and around
Athena's small rosebud.

"Ooooooohhhh," softly moaned Athena from her dreams.

"Mrs. Nelson!" the editor whispered excitedly.  "Did you hear that?  I
think she tried to say something."

"Oh, yes," panted an increasingly inflamed Mrs. Nelson.  She had better be
careful or she would have to take the girl right there!

"Let's just put her on the couch, shall we?" the principal said a little
shakily as she reluctantly pulled the embedded pointer from the
well-prepared pussy and wiped her fingers off on the girl's thigh.

The editor let go of Athena's hands as Mrs. Nelson carefully gathered up
the limp Athena in her arms and, being careful to shield her from the
girl's guardian, she took her to the couch and placed the unconscious girl
directly over the dildo still wedged between the two cushions and
surreptitiously pushed down on the girl's hips.  Athena stiffened and
squirmed for a moment, but to Mrs. Nelson's relief the girl did not wake up
as she encountered the greasy dildo.  After laying Athena's head on the
back of the couch, the principal quickly used Natalie's forgotten jacket to
cover the girl's delightful lower nakedness, then as she sat on the girl's
right, she furtively slipped her left hand under the jacket, then with her
right hand, motioned the worried-looking little man to come and join them.

"Please, Sir, sit here," she said, indicating to the empty spot on Athena's
left.  Meanwhile her left hand was enjoying the delights of Athena's firm
right thigh, her senses reveling in the touch of the cool, smooth skin.
She wanted to ensure that the naughty dildo was firmly in place, but she
took a moment to enjoy her first secret touch of the golden flesh of Athena
Valentine.

"I'm sure she's just fine and should be rejoining us very soon," the
principal explained

"Well, all right," the editor said dubiously.  He sat carefully next to his
sleeping reporter, whom he noticed now had a most peculiar smile on her
face.

"And what can we do for you today?" Mrs. Nelson asked breathily as her hand
inched higher up Athena's thigh.

****

Athena Valentine knew something was wrong, but could not identify exactly
what it was that was the problem.  She had spent the entire morning in a
weird sexual fog, but now she was absolutely glowing.  "I must be dreaming
about the Devereux household again," she thought.  Athena always felt so
warm and creamy inside whenever she thought of her last undercover
assignment, and the reaction always frightened her a little.  What they did
to her shouldn't feel that good at all!

But now she was really worried, because instead of the usual seemingly
endless Devereux clan naked in bed with her, undressing her, touching her,
she recognized the faces of Paige and the other Amigos, as well as Tara and
her group.  Even the school's principal, Mrs. Nelson, was there, waving a
pair of panties at her.  "Now why would that woman be waving my underwear
at me?" the dreaming Athena wondered.  What about Mrs. Nelson?  There was
something she needed to remember about her...

The reporter sat up with a jolt.  "MRS. NELSON!!!" she screamed.

"Calm yourself, Miss Valentine," the principal said coolly.  Her left arm
had snaked around the girl's naked waist as she kept the struggling Athena
on the couch.  "That is not how we behave in the office."

On the edge of hysteria, Athena fought to keep her senses.  She glanced
down and saw that she was at least covered by someone's jacket.
"But...but...I...I..." she sputtered loudly.

"Quiet, Athena," hissed the shocked editor.  "What's the matter with you?"

Athena turned her head and faced her editor with disbelief.  As usual, he
had no clue as to what was going on.  "N-nothing.  She just s-startled me,
that's all."

"Okay, then.  So behave yourself," the editor quietly told her.

"Thank you, Sir," said Mrs. Nelson.  "She can be a handful sometimes, but
the very bright students usually are, you know?"

"I completely understand, Mrs. Nelson," the editor replied as he tried to
ignore his oddly acting reporter.  "Actually, I was just talking to my ward
here about my coming.  To Elizabeth Borden, I mean.  I want to volunteer
for the school's next fund raiser.  I just love a good pancake breakfast!"

"Splendid.  While it is a few months away, it's never too early to start
planning these things.  Athena, why didn't you tell me your guardian wanted
to volunteer?  I could have had everything ready for him."

The principal moved her arm from the girl's waist and returned to running
her hand back and forth soothingly over the girl's smooth left thigh.

"Y-yes," Athena said meekly.  "I'm sorry."  She felt faint!  It was so
humiliating!  In the admin office in front of the school's principal, she
was naked from the waist down, yet the woman hadn't made one sign.  Maybe
Mrs. Nelson was just here to help her during this ridiculous situation?
Athena just wished the woman wouldn't touch her high up on her bare leg
like that.  Didn't the woman realize that she didn't have one stitch of
clothing underneath this jacket, and that it was very unsettling for her to
be touched like that?

Athena was also getting the oddest sensations from her highly sensitive
anus, like something was pressing up inside it!  Must be a part of a
cushion, a button or something.  It was all she could do to keep from
squirming, but with her editor on one side and her principal on the other,
she had no room anyway and would just have to endure it as best she could.

"My, these kids can be so messy sometimes," the principal said.  She
carefully slipped her left hand out from under the jacket, then used her
hands to tuck the jacket tightly around Athena's legs and hips.  "There,
that's better.  You really should take care of yourself better, Athena."

"Yes, Ma'am," Athena said from the depths of her misery.  She smiled
gratefully at the woman, even though she couldn't move her legs at all now,
they were so tightly wrapped in the jacket.  Now she was really stuck over
whatever it was that was pressing so intimately against her, but she
certainly could not tell Mrs. Nelson about that!  At least the way
Mrs. Nelson was taking care of her did show one thing, that the principal
really liked her better then any of her other students.

When the woman put her left arm around her shoulders and pressed her
farther down into the cushions, Athena knew her principal was just trying
to comfort her favorite student in her time of need.  Athena was smiling at
her when the reporter's face suddenly drained of color.

"Shit!" Athena inadvertently blurted.  Her eyes opened wide in shock.
Something was sliding into her!  Sliding right into her tight throbbing
anus!

She struggled to get off the couch, but Mrs. Nelson kept the distressed
senior firmly planted on the slim dildo.  The more Athena struggled, the
more the offending intruder sank deeper between her trembling buttocks!

"Athena!" snapped Mrs. Nelson as she fought to kept the frantic girl from
leaving the couch. "Control yourself!"

"Oh!  But I have to get up!" Athena wailed plaintively as the intruder
entered her defenseless anus even farther.

"Apologize to Mrs. Nelson at once, do you hear?" the editor stormed.  "I
will not tolerate such rude behavior!  Sit still down and apologize, before
I spank you right here in front of her like the spoiled brat you are."

Whimpering, Athena sank back onto the couch.  Mrs. Nelson pressed the
sitting senior firmly down between the opening between the two cushions,
and Athena could only try to hold her tongue as the dildo slid this time
all the way inside of her hot, clutching chamber.

"Ooooh," the reporter moaned helplessly as she felt the unknown object
penetrate deep within her.

"Well?" demanded Mr. Merryweather.  He had certainly had enough of his star
reporter's immature antics.  He had been far too nice to her, that was his
mistake.  She had taken this idea of becoming a High School Queen much too
literally, and now she had become simply impossible.  He hated the thought
of pulling the plug on this assignment on the very brink of its successful
completion, after all the time and expense they had put into it already,
but unless Miss Valentine could pull herself together soon he would have no
choice.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Nelson," the flushed Athena whispered, as fantastic
sensations coming from her anus washed over her.  "I'm just...ooohhh...a
little nervous today."

"That's more like it," breathed Mr. Merryweather in relief.

"That's all right Athena," Mrs. Nelson told the girl primly.  "Just make
sure it doesn't happen again.  You know it's against the rules."

The principal slipped her right hand under the tight jacket and, as she
squeezed the lovely girl's upper thigh, caused her to jump again.

"Sit still!" the editor wearily ordered.  He was tired of wasting time with
his jumping bean of a reporter, and wondered how he could politely cut this
terrible conference short and get the hell back to the comfortable
sanctuary of his small office once again.

"Sorry," Athena squeaked weakly, as Mrs. Nelson's hand stayed right where
it was on her upper thigh.  She couldn't say anything.  If she did, it
might draw attention to the fact that she was sitting between them without
skirt or panties, and horribly impaled on something!

But that was the least of Athena's worries.  The dildo was giving her an
strange but pleasant feeling as her anus began to relax around it.  It was
quite unwanted, but the wonderful sensation caused her nipples to grow
instantly hard, and a warm feeling was growing between her legs.  But try
as she might, she couldn't sit still.  With Mrs. Nelson's hand only a few
inches from her warming pussy and the dildo buried in her tight little ass,
she was getting turned on again.

"Please, can I go?  I don't want to miss my next class," Athena begged, as
she continued to squirm around on the couch under the tight jacket, trying
desperately to get out whatever was up her ass.  But the more she squirmed
the more the insidious thing would move inside her, and cause her to heat
up all the more.

"Athena sit still, you're acting like a child," the editor told his
squirming reporter.  "What is wrong with the girl?" he wondered.  "She has
been as jumpy as a cat ever since I first came in.  Probably strain from
the assignment.  Better give her a week off before her next one, the poor
kid."

Mrs. Nelson was chucking to herself, as she watched Athena squirming around
on the couch, trying to hide the fact that she was naked from the waist
down and fully impaled on the hidden dildo (God bless you, Natalie!).

Knowing that Athena didn't want her guardian to find out what was happening
to her, the principal moved her hand higher, until she had it resting right
on Athena's smooth mound.  She then started up another innocent
conversation with Athena's guardian.

All Athena noticed was that Mrs. Nelson's hand was no longer squeezing her
thigh.  But now, along with something working around inside her from below,
she could swear something was now resting right on her sex.  Whatever it
was, it was moving around and brushing up against her swollen little clit.
She wanted to look, but she knew that all of her squirming had caused her
sweater to slide up and was now almost around her waist, leaving her upper
hips bare above the wrapped-around jacket.  If she moved any more, they
might would both see her terribly embarrassing problem.

"Please!  I really have to go," Athena said desperately.  It was happening
to her again.  She was going to cum, and right here with the principal and
her editor sitting right beside her.

"Athena be quiet.  I told you to sit still!" the editor snapped, then went
back to his conversation with the principal.  Maybe he had been treating
his star reporter too easily all this time?  Could that be the problem?
Giving her everything she asked for, almost without question?  Okay, then.
The girl's next assignment will be very different, no more coddling!

Athena groaned and shifted her hips back in a last ditch effort to become
free of whatever was in her.  But all she accomplished was rubbing the
on/off switch on the dildo to the 'on' position, and now it started buzzing
happily inside her.

She froze as Mr. Merryweather turned his head left and right.  "Do you hear
something?" he asked Mrs. Nelson.

"Such as...?" she replied, knowing full well what he was hearing.

"Ooooooooooooh," moaned Athena helplessly as the strange buzzing inside her
drove her out of her mind!

"Quiet, Athena.  I'm trying to listen," said Mr. Merryweather.

"What do you hear?" asked the amused principal.

"It's the oddest thing.  Sort of a muffled, humming or buzzing sound, but I
can't quite place it."

"Probably static from our sound system.  It does that."

"Of course.  You were saying about the breakfast?"

"Please!  I really need to leave," Athena begged.  Her hips wiggled and her
toes curled in their expensive pumps as the vibrator continued to do its
insidious work deep within her.

"Athena, I will not tell you again. If you don't sit still and be quiet,
I'll...I'll take that expensive SUV of yours away from you and you can ride
the bus from now on.  Do you understand?" the editor said, now looking
directly at his flushed reporter, but was so angry at her for acting the
spoiled brat that he never noticed the sweat that was starting to form
along her upper lip, or the nipples, poking through the material of her
sweater, that were so hard they ached every time Athena breathed.

Mrs. Nelson's subtle toying continued, as she talked to Athena's guardian.
She now had three fingers inside the tight cunt, helping the slim vibrator,
slowly fucking the trembling senior.

"Oh, please don't cum," Athena whispered to herself.  She knew the feeling
of someone playing with her clit wasn't true.  The only ones here were her
editor, and the head of the school.  There couldn't be anyone doing it.
But the feeling was there, and it was so overwhelming.  The heat still
continued to rise, as whatever was vibrating inside her kept happily
humming along, driving her ever closer.

Just as Athena couldn't take it any longer and was about to climax, the
phone rang.

"I'll get that," Mrs. Nelson said, as she got up and went to answer the
phone.  "Damn!  Who could that be?" the principal muttered under her breath
as she picked up the receiver.  What a time to call!

"Thank God," Athena thought.  With the pressure on her clit now gone, the
feeling of her needing to cum began to ease.  Whatever was humming in her
ass wasn't enough to push her over the edge.  It was just enough to keep
her excited and breathing hard.

"Hello, Elizabeth Borden. This is Mrs. Nelson, may I help you?  Yes, he is.
May I tell him who's calling?  Please wait a moment.  Mr. Merryweather,
it's your office.  They need to see to you right away."

"Idiots!  It figures.  Please tell them I'll be there in a few minutes."

"He say's he is on his way.  Okay.  Good-Bye."  Mrs. Nelson hung up the
phone.

"I didn't know you were the editor at The Free Press," Mrs. Nelson
observed.

"Oh, yes.  Been there for years."

"A good friend of mine, Mrs. Farthingill says she knows you.  You once
enrolled a niece of yours into her school for nannies, a beautiful girl
named Athena."

"Ah, yes.  Just doing the kid a favor, you know."

"Didn't work out too well, I understand."

"No, there were some complications.  Well, thank you for your time, but I
really must be going."

"Of course, Sir.  Thank you so much for volunteering."

"What?  Volunteering?  Oh, yes.  Of course.  Any time.  'Bye, Mrs. Nelson.
'Bye, Athena.  Athena?  Athena!  Hello!"

He looked at his dazed reporter who clearly not paying the slightest bit of
attention to him.  "Is she all right?" Mr. Merryweather asked the
principal.

"She's just a little preoccupied right now.  Don't worry, I'll see her
through it."

"Thank you.  I appreciate that.  Kids!  Brr!  There must be an easier way."

"If there is, I haven't heard about it.  Must you really leave?"

"I'm sorry, but I do have to go.  We must get together again to discuss the
fund raiser.  And Athena, I'll be waiting at home to talk to you about
being so rude to Mrs. Nelson," he said, looking at his squirming reporter.
She looked so dazed, he wondered if the girl heard anything.  "And we'll
also have a little talk about that sweater of yours.  It may seem all right
to you, but it's not something I want my only...er...ward running around
in.  For God's sakes, you look like a cheap tramp."

Athena barely heard the words or saw her editor leave.  Nor did she see
Mrs. Nelson lock the door to the office after Mr. Merryweather had
departed.  Her head fell limply over the back of the couch.  The vibrator
that was humming along in her bubbling anus had so clouded her mind that
she never even notice Mrs. Nelson sit down beside her and take the jacket
from around her legs and hips, then throw it to the floor.

"Cum for me, baby," the principal purred as her eager fingers went back to
work on Athena's hard little nub.  "I knew you were too good to be true.
Cum for me, my little reporter."

She stopped for a moment to unfasten the pins holding together the front of
Athena's sweater.  She slid it off of the girl's smooth tanned shoulders
and let it lay around her waist.

After a brief, if through inspection of the glorious, high-set swollen
breasts, Mrs. Nelson began to suck on Athena's erect left nipple.  Her
right hand went to work gently pulling and twisting the right nipple, while
her left hand returned to do it's magic on Athena's upright clit!

This additional stimulation was the final straw, and, her nervous system
totally overwhelmed, Athena lost her mind!  She could only moan in absolute
ecstasy as her defenseless body was assaulted by the relentless expertise
of Mrs. Nelson.  Athena tried to stop it, but with the thing vibrating
inside of her and all the other odd sensations that she was feeling it
proved too much for her and she came for the fourth or fifth time today!

"AAHHH!" the defeated reporter screamed as her body tensed into an stiff
arc over the couch, her breasts shaking on her heaving torso.

Mrs. Nelson used the opportunity to use her left hand to work the intruding
vibrator into the madly pulsating anus from below while never stopping her
merciless teasing on the poor reporter's chest and clitoris.

Pushed beyond her ability to comprehend or endure, Athena Valentine,
22-year old undercover reporter for The Free Press, gave a breathless
series of cries before collapsing into a limp pile of sweaty, naked flesh.

She was completely oblivious as Mrs. Nelson lay her nude body lengthwise on
the couch.

"I wonder what your friends would say if they knew?" asked Mrs. Nelson
softly as she tucked the girl's remaining clothes under her arm.

****

When Athena's mind cleared, she found herself alone.  She was laying
face-down on the couch.  She could feel the couch's worn fabric pressing on
her sensitive flesh, while the room's ceiling fan blew air gently over her
bare back.  Athena realized she was naked once again and pounded the couch
with her fists in despair.  She felt horribly guilty.  It had happened to
her again, this time in front of Mrs. Nelson, the school's principal.  She
had lost her clothes and then...and then...made a complete fool of herself
by losing control in front of the woman.  If that wasn't humiliating
enough, it practically happened in front of her editor, Mr. Merryweather as
well.

"Oh, no!  Not again!" she wailed into the cushion.  The Devereux nightmare
was starting again and there seemed nothing she could do to prevent it.
How could she finish her assignment, even this close to the end, when at
the slightest touch she erupted like a volcano, not to mention constantly
losing her clothes like a porn star?

Athena sat up and stared down at her traitorous nude body.  It had never
done this to her before, not since leaving the Devereux family.  Since then
she had consciously tried to avoid anything to do with sex, except for
those few disgusting times when it was necessary for her to reluctantly do
certain things on dates so as to maintain her social standing among her
fellow students.  Yet her strange experience with the Devereux clan had
ignited something within her, some secret flame she had never known existed
within her before then.

It was easy enough to keep her mind clear during the day, of course, acting
her perfect part as the elite high school senior as research for her story
on Elizabeth Borden High School.  But at night, during her secret moments,
the flame was not so easy to ignore, and it sometimes raged out of control.
But even when she masturbated, in the middle of the night in bed or in the
shower, when the dreams from her terrible experiences became overwhelming
and her poor body was dying for relief, it never felt as intense as this.
Her orgasms then were nothing more than a tiny sensation that quickly died,
leaving her feeling so empty and alone, while the flame within her still
flickered hungry and unfulfilled.  It was hardly worth the incredible guilt
she always carried the next day for being so weak!

But this was different.  The climaxes she'd had lately felt like she had
lost a little of her soul each time.  They were mind numbing.  She almost
wished they had lasted forever.  Ever now her body was still a little on
fire.  Her breasts now felt swollen, and her nipples still hard and tingly.
They've never felt so sensitive.  And when she breathed, they would thrust
diamond-like into the cool air of the room, screaming at her to touch them.

Forgetting where she was for a moment, she stared down at her lovely shaven
sex.  Only this morning she was embarrassed by the sight of it.  It looked
more like a little girl's than a grown woman's.  "That's what I am, a grown
woman," she said quietly.  But now it looked so sexy to her she couldn't
believe it.  Athena couldn't resist the urge to touch herself, so she
quickly looked up to make sure she was truly alone, then reached down and
ran her right index finger across where her lovely blonde hair used to be,
and shivered in pleasure.

"Oh, God!" she moaned.  "What am I doing?"

Athena tore her hand away from her sex as if it had been burned.  She
started at her finger in amazement, as if she had never seen it before.

"What's the matter with me?" she wailed.  "Why is this happening now?"

For once it had been the perfect assignment for her.  Her natural abilities
and perfect looks made her easily the top senior of the school, and the
only logical choice for her ultimate goal of Prom Queen.  And she had done
everything so well!  She had easily and ruthlessly crushed any opposition
she might have encountered, any potential rivals, until she was alone at
the top of the social ladder and reined supreme at Elizabeth Borden!  It
was her school now, oh yes it was, to do with as she pleased.  Until now.

She was so close to the end of her assignment it hurt to think that
anything would ruin her well-deserved final victory.  She had to put this
bizarre preoccupation with sex out of her mind.  She was not some brainless
fuck-toy after all, existing only for sex, she was a trained professional
on an assignment crucial to her career as an investigative reporter.

She looked at her perfect nude body in horror.  The flame burned brighter
then ever even now, hungry and insatiable, but she had to fight it!  She
had to get dressed, and become in control of things once again!  It was
still her school, damn it, and no one was going to take it from her,
especially over something as silly as sex!

She jumped up and then, on unsteady legs, began a frantic search for the
tattered remains of her once beautiful clothes, but she soon discovered to
her horror that everything was gone!  Even the jacket which Mrs. Nelson had
covered her with was not to be found.  Athena knew she couldn't stay like
this!  Her worst class was the next period and she had to find her clothes
now!  Besides, someone could walk in at any moment!

Athena went over to a small closet in one corner of the office.  There in a
box was the school's Lost-and-Found, where items that were found or
confiscated around the school were kept until their owners came for them.
Maybe she could find something that she could wear in it.

She fumbled madly through the box.  Most of the things she found were
worthless to her: sunglasses, a boy's shoe, a hideous coat, a box of
rubbers.  "Come on, come on," she begged desperately.  "There just has to
be something!"

Then she found something she could actually use.  It was a hot pink string
bikini that had been taken from a girl in swim class when the new dress
code had gone into effect and everyone had to wear the same sensible
single-piece swimsuit that Athena had personally selected.

"No, I'm not wearing this," she said to herself as she threw it on the 'NO'
pile.  But quickly the box was empty, and the only things she found to wear
was the bikini and a short, rather worn terrycloth robe.  There were not
even a pair of shoes she could use.

"It's not fair!" Athena yelled.

She couldn't even have someone bring her gym clothes, because they were
gone too!  Then she remembered!  She had some things in her SUV, but there
was no time or way to get them.  Mrs. Bohon's class was now!

She held up the distasteful swimwear.  "Too small, too small," she
muttered.  To go to Mrs. Bohon's class dressed like this was clearly
impossible, let alone to continue hiding in the administration office.  But
what else could she do?

"Okay," said Athena as she slipped into the bikini.  "Here's what we'll do.
I'll have that bitch Bohon meet with me out in the hall, and then I'll just
tell her that I had a little accident with the shredder.  She'll have to
let me get some real clothes then."

She put on the robe and tied the sash very tightly.  The pink material was
clearly visible underneath the thin terrycloth and she was aware that her
perfect body was bursting out of the too small swimsuit.  Even the robe was
too short, as it came to just two inches below her lovely behind.

The outfit would have been fine for the beach.  But this wasn't the beach.
It was a high school with a (thanks to her) very strict dress code.

"Oh, God!" Athena sobbed as she looked down at her perfectly painted toes
on her bare feet.  With this outfit she might as well be wearing a sign
that said "Bimbo!  Made for Sex!"

If she went to class this way, Mrs. Bohon would certainly humiliate her in
front of everyone.  That's why it was crucial to meet with her in the hall.
Yet Athena had no choice but to wear it and meet with the woman.  It was
getting later by the minute.  The bell beginning the next period had
already rung.  She was already in trouble, and if she were any later
getting to class, Mrs. Bohon could choose to expel her.  And that would,
most certainly, cost her rightful place as Prom Queen.  There was no way to
avoid it, she had to talk with Bohon.

"Athena, you'd better get to class, you're already late," Mrs. Nelson told
her while standing right next to her.  "I'll watch the office until the
next girl arrives."

"AH!" Athena shouted in surprise as she almost jumped through the ceiling.

"I'm sorry," the principal apologized.  She wrapped a comforting arm around
Athena's narrow waist.

"That's all right," the frazzled reporter muttered as the principal pulled
her tightly against her.  Athena was so worried about how long the
principal had been standing there before she had finally said something,
that she did not notice how her sash had become undone.

"You're trembling!" Mrs. Nelson said as she opened the front of Athena's
robe.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to frighten you."

She turned the shaking reporter around and put her hands inside the robe
around the bare slim waist, savoring the feel of Athena's warm succulent
flesh.  She looked deeply into the blue eyes before her and happily noted
that they were filled with confusion.

"What's wrong, honey?" Mrs. Nelson asked as she delicately traced the low
waistband of the bikini bottoms.  When she reached the front, she ever so
lightly began pulling up on the tight material.  "You seem a little
troubled today."

Athena shuddered even more, remembering what had just happened on the
couch, her demanding pussy still tingling.  Thank God she was at least
dressed now.

"What's wrong?  You can tell me."

Athena suddenly placed her arms around Mrs. Nelson and held on to her
tightly.  In spite of that, she still shook so much her teeth chattered.

"It's all going wrong!" the distraught reported sobbed.  "Everything!"

"Why do you say that?" Mrs. Nelson murmured sympathetically as she lowered
the girls arms and pulled the opened robe off of the crying reporter's
shoulders.  It fell to the floor and lay around her bare feet.

"Why...why did you do that?" Athena said she tried to choke back her sobs.
She instinctively crossed her chest with her arms.

"Just checking your ties.  They seem a little loose."

"Oh.  Thank you," Athena sobbed as she lowered her arms again.  "But you
see?  That's exactly what's been happening to me all day!  Something is
always going wrong with my clothes.  They either don't fit right or I keep
loosing them!"

Mrs. Nelson untied the secure knot behind the girl's neck and replaced it
with a much looser bow.  At the slightest tug, it would become undone, and,
hopefully, so would the proud reporter.  Working deliberately, the
principal moved her way down the girl's string bikini, redoing all of the
ties in the same way while an oblivious Athena continued to expound on how
unfair her day had become.

"My clothes!  My so-called friends!  Everything!  It's all become such a
mess.  No one likes me except some stupid underclassman and you!  No one!
The whole day has been one disaster after another!"

"Who likes you, dear?"

"Paige.  Silly little Paige.  Can you believe it!  She's the only one
around here who cares about me.  I'm sure you've seen her.  She always
hangs around with her friends, a group called The Three Amigos."

"Oh, yes.  I know her.  And no one else?"

"No!  Not even Tara, or her stuck up friends!  You would think at least the
seniors would like me, wouldn't you?"

"Sure, honey.  So what did happen to your clothes?"

"I...I had a couple of...accidents.  This was all that was left in the
Lost-and-Found box."

"You look very nice."

"But I'll be expelled for sure if I have to go around like this!!  I don't
even have any shoes!  Can I please be excused for the rest of the day?  Can
I??  Please???"

"No, sorry.  You've been excused so much already, you would be up before
the academic review board if you miss any more classes.  Besides, if I let
you off for some trifling matter, then I must let everyone go.  You do
understand?"

"Trifling!  Oh, no!  I...I understand, but I don't care!  This is terrible!
I hate being exposed like this.  I feel so...so vulnerable!  Mrs. Nelson, I
can't go out there like this!  I just can't!  You don't know what they
might say or...or even...do...to me.  Nobody likes me!"

"Don't be foolish.  This is a public school after all, not someone's
basement.  Now what could possible happen?  Aren't you the one who's always
telling me how much smarter and more mature you are than anyone else at
this school, including most of the teachers?  Of course, if you don't want
to qualify for this year's prom queen selection I could send you..."

"No!  Not that!  Anything but that!  I've worked so hard and had to go
through so much..."

"What did you say?"

"I mean, of course I want to win.  Okay, okay.  I'll do it.  Oh, God.  I'll
go.  I'll (gulp!) go to class."

"All your classes and not just Mrs. Bohon's?  And no ducking out or
changing before then?" reminded Mrs. Nelson.

"Yes, okay, all of them.  But why can't I change with...?  Oh, never mind.
No one here knows how to dress anyway.  I'd better go," Athena answered,
not even looking at Mrs. Nelson as she picked up her poor excuse for a robe
from the floor.  Shyly facing away from principal, she turned and slipped
it on.  Before she could tie the sash however, Mrs. Nelson reached around
and slowly did it for the surprised girl.

"There.  You're all set."

"T-thank you."

"You're welcome.  Now off you go."

Mrs. Nelson chucked to herself as she watched the delectable Athena
Valentine, girl reporter, unlock the door and scurry from the room, her
bare feet slapping softly on the tiled floor.

"Oh, baby.  Are you going to have a good day!"

* * * *

End of Part 6