Lucy - Naked In School

Chapter 5

I didn’t sleep very well. I woke up several times and took ages to get back to sleep. So by the time my alarm went at seven thirty, I felt more tired than if I’d stayed up all night.

I had a long shower to try to make myself feel a bit more human, with only limited success.

"I don’t think you told us everything about yesterday," Dad accused me at breakfast.

"What do you mean?"

"I found this shoved through our letterbox this morning."

He brought out a Spurt newspaper he’d been sitting on. (No that’s not a typo. I simply decided to rename it!) I was on the front page. They’d actually just reprinted the photo from the previous day.

"Five Cocks For Lucy!" screamed the headline.

Below in much smaller type it continued, "Lucy Morris roared into pole position for Slut of the Week yesterday and gets our 5-cock rating for her earthshattering performance in class."

It went on to describe, in greater detail than I could remember, me being given relief in class.

"I still don’t see how they make me favourite for Slut of the Week. Even Kim’s done more than I have!"

Somehow my parents seemed a little sceptical at that comment.

"Just be careful, darling," said Mum as I left for school.

On the way to school, a van pulled up in front of me and a photographer, a guy with a video camera and a "reporter" got out.

"Hi, Lucy. How do you feel being the favourite for the Sport’s Slut of the Week?"

"Get lost."

He waved a hundred quid (see cultural notes ) in front of me, the five twenties fanned like a poker hand. "Today’s challenge is flash for cash. Come on, Luv. Make our readers happy. Give ‘em what they want."

He stood right in my way. I tried to move round him, but he barred my path. The camera was flashing at me all the time and I knew the video was rolling too.

"Come on. A quick flash and you go to school a hundred richer and we leave you in peace. That’s gotta be a bargain."

A few cars had stopped to see what was going on. I noticed a police car drive past, turn round, park a little way up the road, and do nothing.

I tried again to get past the reporter and he pushed me back roughly. "Come on, Luv, we’re only trying to do our job."

As more and more people stopped to watch, the "news" crew got nervous and finally stepped aside.

As I walked past the police car, a uniformed officer got out and asked, "Were they bothering you?"

"Yeah," I spat at him. "Why didn’t you stop them?"

"Wanted enough to get them on."

Everyone started talking at once. The "news" crew had got back into their van, but a crowd had surrounded them.

"Come with me," ordered the policeman.

He walked quickly to the van, through the crowd, with me following him, wondering what was going to happen next, and yes, wondering if I could get a story out of it too!

"Good morning, sir," he said to the driver. "Would you turn off the ignition please?"

"Yes, officer. What’s the problem? As far as I know we haven’t broken any laws."

"Well, lets start with illegal parking on a double yellow line, obstructing a public highway, behaviour likely to cause a breach of the peace and assault and take it from there, shall we?"

They didn’t reply.

"Now, I’d like to see your driver’s licence, please."

The driver took out his wallet and handed over his licence.

"Thank you, Mr. Simmons. I’m afraid our vans are a little busy this morning, so we will have to wait here a short while." He turned to me. "Can I have your name for the record, young lady?"

"Lucy Morris."

"Thank you. You’d better get off to school. If you get into trouble for being late, tell them to contact me. Here’s my card. I’m Sergeant Peters."

I was a bit late, and missed the Morning Groping, which didn’t exactly disappoint me.

I joined the others in the shower, to find I wasn’t the only one late. Apart from Suzie I was only the second one there. Jamie had made it in before me.

"Hi, Suzie. Hi Jamie."

"What’s up?" asked Suzie.

"Bad morning. Dad showed me the Sport. They’re saying I’m favourite for Slut of the Week…"

"But…" interrupted Jamie.

"Then I get ambushed by some sleazeball camera crew…"

"Wanting you to flash for cash," finished Jamie.

"Yeah. How?"

"Same happened to me. Sport shoved through the door with me on the front page, and saying about four guys fingering me "to heaven", as they put it. Then got stopped on the way to school, and they wouldn’t let me pass without a flash. So I flashed my tits really fast, grabbed the money from his hand and ran like hell. They chased me but one of them got rugby-tackled by this police guy that came out of nowhere."

I laughed.

Kim came in crying.

"What’s the matter with you? As if I couldn’t guess," asked Suzie.

"Had a row with my dad, then one with Tim on the way to school."

"So you and Tim are like…?" asked Jamie.

"I went home with him last night." She paused.

"And? Come on, don’t leave us hanging."

"Jamie!" I protested. "Let the poor girl tell us for god’s sake or we’ll be here all morning."

Kim continued, "I went home with him last night. And we kissed for a bit, then he invited me up to his bedroom."

"Don’t tell me, he wanted to show you his collection of porno DVDs," laughed Jamie.

"How do you know about…"

"Been there." Jamie was still chuckling. "He thinks every girl should be impressed by his ‘collection’, as he calls it. So he didn’t make you sit and watch some of them?"

"No. Well not then, anyway."

"So, what DID he do? God, this is like pulling teeth," I complained. I was beginning to be as impatient as Jamie.

Kim laughed.

"So we undressed and he kissed me all over. And I mean all over. Then he kissed me… licked me down there. Fuck, he was good."

"He’s not bad with his tongue, is he?" Jamie interjected.

"Then he asked if I wanted to return the favour."

"And did you?"

"Well… it hardly seemed fair not to."

"And he wanted to cum on your face like a porn star," prompted Jamie.

"Who’s telling this story? Me or you?"

"Sorry. Carry on."

"You’re right, though. He came on my face and he didn’t want me to wash it off. He said I looked better than all his porn stars." She laughed. "Then came the pornos. We watched a few. They were actually better than I thought they’d be. But I didn’t watch many."

"Got bored?"

"No," she giggled, "I grabbed his dick and started wanking him. Just till he couldn’t take it any longer." She paused dramatically before announcing proudly, "Then I made him make love to me."

"You what?" the three of us chorused.

"But only after I’d made him let me wash my face." She was grinning from ear to ear. (Sorry, Mrs. O. I know it’s a cliché, but she was.)

"So what’s the problem this morning?" Suzie asked gently.

"First, Dad goes mad because the fucking Sport decided I’m going to be Slut of the Week."

"You too?" I said incredulously.

"Looks like they played the same trick on all of you," said Suzie.

Now Kim was confused. "What do you mean?"

We explained, or rather Suzie tried to explain between Jamie’s interruptions.

"Then Tim and I met up on the way to school and we get stopped by some guys from the Sport…"

"Flash for cash," yelled Suzie, Jamie and I together.

"They did that to you guys too?"

We nodded.

"And Tim kept wanting me to. He kept trying to kiss me and feel me up. Then the police stopped them and so on the way to school Tim and I had a row about that."

As the other Program girls arrived, we learned that the bastards had pulled the same stunt on all of us, except Suzie that is.

"Makes me feel like an old maid," she grumbled.

We all laughed at that. But Suzie went to the office to let the school know what the Sport had been up to.

My morning was pretty normal as at each break on Wednesdays I have to race to the school newspaper office to collect adverts, notices and anything else for Friday’s edition, so that meant I didn’t have time for any "sectioning". The Sword, or "school rag" as everyone insists on calling it, has two editions every week, Tuesday and Friday. Obviously news goes in whichever edition comes out first, but Friday’s edition is the big one, with all the personal ads (no, not THAT kind of personal) and official notices and features written by the magazine "staff" and often by the teaching staff too. Except for weekend school sports and any other news, Tuesday’s edition is usually just full of contributions from various students, anything from an essay, to a poem, to the inevitable "letters to the editor" half of which come in on scraps of paper with illegible handwriting. (Guess who has to decipher them and sometimes repair the English?)

I have a slightly weird relationship with Dr. Reynolds. I’d better explain that. He reviews the galleys for every edition of the mag a day or so before we go to print. Likely as not, he’ll summon me to his office to discuss something that may be controversial. I’m pleased to say that I usually defend the copy successfully, but once in a while he does persuade me to change something, or even to "spike" the whole article. But I don’t feel like he’s censoring us, only doing his job and letting us do ours as far as he can. And once he accepts an article, he defends it, to irate parents or anyone else. He’s a really good man to have "in our corner" and if that sounds like I’m creeping, I really don’t care.

Mrs. Johnson came into our final lesson of the morning with a note to say I was to be excused ten minutes early to report to the headmaster’s office. When I arrived, I found I was there with the other proggie girls.

Mr. Thompson came in right behind me.

"Sorry to interrupt your lessons, but I wanted you to know what’s happening. You may have noticed that this morning’s Sport only had photos that they’d published before of any of you. This was because the Education department obtained an injunction yesterday preventing them from publishing any further photographs taken in the school. We were a little cross with the department’s lawyers as the wording meant that they could re-publish the earlier photos."

Then he gave a little smile. "But Heather’s favourite lawyer came up trumps. He pointed out that in the Statute which authorised the Program, the Minister was given the power to make further regulations regarding the Program so long as they were confirmed by Statutory Instrument within seven days."

We must have looked either confused or impatient as he grinned and said, "Okay, I’ll cut a long story short. Dr. Reynolds met with the Chairman of the Program Committee yesterday and they both went to the Minister this morning. They said they would suspend the Program on grounds of safety unless a blanket ban on publishing details, photographs or video of a participant’s week in the Program without their consent was put in place immediately. The Minister wasn’t exactly pleased, but when I emailed details of the Sport’s behaviour this morning, and a certain Sergeant Peters emailed a video of a reporter assaulting one of you, he had little option."

"That’s Jed’s dad," explained Suzie. "I hope Jed returned all the handcuffs he borrowed back to him."

"I thought he seemed familiar. So what does all this mean for us?" I asked.

"Assuming the order is cleared by the department’s lawyers and signed this afternoon, from midnight tonight it will be illegal for anyone but the school or someone acting with the school’s authority to photograph you or video you on school grounds or while you are involved in a school activity. That is, anytime when the Program requires that you be naked. It will also be illegal to publish any photographs or video which are taken, or to publish stories about what you do while in the Program without your permission."

"Is that legal?" I objected.

"It will have to be tested in the courts, but that takes time. And the Program Committee has demanded that something similar be put through parliament in the Act which has to confirm the Program after the first pilot has finished, in other words, before next term."

"So we’re safe from the press?" Kim asked.

"Not quite," he warned. "If they pull a stunt like this morning in a public area, and you choose to strip for them, they can use it. Luckily for you, Jamie, it appears that your tape didn’t record properly as it was blank when the newspaper got it back from the Police station. And if they approach you outside of school, you are on your own. The same applies to clubs, pubs or anywhere else you might go when you aren’t busy doing your homework. Of course, tactics like preventing you from passing are illegal anyway and the press has been warned that the police will prosecute."

"That’s gonna put a real dampener on outreach," pointed out Suzie.

"Yes," he agreed. "But the only justification for gagging the press in this way is that young people should not be exploited and vilified for doing something which they have no choice about doing. What you do outside of school is voluntary.

"Any questions?"

There were none, so we went to lunch.

Lunch was a surprisingly quiet affair. My friend, Elaine came to sit with us and began taking her clothes off. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just not being the odd one out at the table."

"I haven’t seen you all week. Where’ve you been?"

"Not been well," she explained. "But I’m fine now. Just a bug. How’s your week going? And how come there were five different versions of the Sport in the newsagents this morning? Some guys were buying all five."

"Idiots," I said. "There’s not even one new photo in any of them."

I explained what had happened.

"That’s sick."

"Yup."

But the funniest thing was after lunch, when it became open season for Reasonable Requests. As usual a crowd descended on our table to Section C us and one of the boys asked Elaine to sit on the table and show her pussy.

I was about to tell him that she wasn’t in the Program, when she did it anyway.

But before any more requests could come her way, one of the teachers came over and pointed out that anyone stripping voluntarily could not perform requests.

"Not my fault," claimed the boy. "Didn’t know."

"Hmm. That’s something we’re going to have to think about."

As the teacher walked off, we were faced with another question. A boy walked up to Kim and asked her to feel his cock.

"Is that a Reasonable Request?" she asked anybody who was listening.

"I don’t think so."

"Yes, it is," said Tim confidently.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, they can ask if they can touch you, even if it means fingering you till you cum, right?"

"Yes."

"And they can ask you to touch someone else on the Program, right? I mean you and Kim had to try to bring each other off, didn’t you?"

"Hmm."

"So what’s the difference? If you can be asked to touch someone else, where does it say it’s only others on the Program?"

"It doesn’t, but I’m still not sure," said Suzie.

"It’s supposed to be about exploring sex, right? So how can it be okay to be touched and not to touch? That’s silly."

Kim turned to the boy and said, "Okay."

He took his cock out and she felt it all over. Even we could see it get harder. She began to wank it up and down and even squeezed his balls with her other hand.

Of course it wasn’t long before his face contorted and he came over her hand and arm.

He was followed by another and another and we all spent the remaining fifteen or twenty minutes of our lunch hour giving handjobs.

Of course, most of the boys that followed weren’t content with cumming over a hand or arm, so we were soon decorated with cum over our chests and faces.

One boy had just cum over my face when Trevor walked by, took one look, sneered at me and walked away again without a word.

The first two lessons in the afternoon were double Geography. Mr Graham, for all his faults, had been a good teacher and managed to make Geography interesting, even to me.

The supply teacher who was replacing him for this week decided we’d do a test. He darkened the lights, then said, "Okay, the girl in the Program, sorry I don’t know your name…"

"Lucy."

"Thank you. Lucy, would you stand up here please?"

He put a slide in the projector with a map of the world and, predictably, pointed it at me.

"I am going to call out names of cities. The first person to put their hand up with the answer can move the projector to point the country where that city is at whatever part of Lucy’s body they want to touch. If you are right, you get to examine her geography for one minute. But if you are wrong, you have to give her your own clothes and remain in your underwear for the rest of the lesson."

The first few cities were quite difficult and the two boys and one girl, who attempted them, got them wrong, so I had a growing pile of clothes next to me.

By the third one there were fewer volunteers, so he decided to say an easy one next.

"Rome."

Half the boys in the room shot up their hand.

I wasn’t surprised when the winner pointed Italy at my pussy.

If stuffing his fingers into me wasn’t exactly gentle, once they were there he seemed to know exactly where and how to get me going.

"Time’s up."

Damn, I thought.

"A country known for its sheep."

The winner pointed New Zealand at my pussy.

He was gentler and again, took me to the edge before the hated "Time’s up."

Every now and then he’d thrown one in which fooled someone. Elaine got Alicante wrong. She thought it was in Italy, so she joined the "underwear gang".

She was also the only one in underwear who dared to try another.

She pointed South Africa at my face and then walked over and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek either, but a full-blown kiss.

I’m sure it was more than a minute but when finally "Time" was called, the boys’ whistles turned to groans.

"Sorry, but I always wondered what it would be like," she explained.

After that, kissing rather than touching became the order of the day.

At first the boys seemed happy kissing (sucking on) my nipples, but I knew that soon one would choose somewhere else. Was it compulsory in a lesson? And if it wasn’t, what would I do?

My thoughts were distracted by Elaine (again), this time pointing Russia over my boobs, when she must have known the answer was wrong.

"I suppose I’ll have to give you my underwear now," she said, slipping them off and returning to her seat naked.

But she was first with the next one, and this time the answer WAS Russia, so she spent a minute licking and kissing both my nipples, while her hands wandered further "south".

If she could do that when it wasn’t in the rules of the "game", then so could I.

Nobody seemed to object to us fingering each other, but "Time" came a lot more quickly than either of us could.

Everybody’s hand stayed down for the next question. I think they wanted to see what we’d do next.

But Elaine got the answer wrong!

"Lie on the front desks," I ordered her. "She’s been asking for this, don’t you think?" I asked nobody in particular.

I spread her legs and licked a little around her clit, flicking it with my tongue. Then I darted my tongue deep into her.

Too soon for her, "Time’s up" was called.

When one of the boys was first with the next question, I realised with a shock that I’d just "upped the ante", not just for this class but maybe for the rest of the week.

After what I’d just done to Elaine, I could hardly object when he pushed me backwards onto the same desks and went down on me.

He had got me nicely worked up when… "Time’s up."

The next one started doing the same, then the lesson bell went.

"Don’t you dare fucking stop," I yelled at him.

He didn’t.

I collapsed back over the desks, knowing my soaking wet pussy was on display to everyone who passed the classroom door.

I was left alone and I didn’t notice the time until the next class started coming into the room. I hurried to my final lesson.

"Do you want to request relief?" I was asked.

"NO!" I shouted to laughter from the class, many of whom had been in my previous lesson.

As I got dressed after the lesson, Trevor walked past me and totally blanked me.

For a second I thought about running after him, but then decided, "Sod him."

Kim was getting dressed at the same time. "Did you really… you know…?"

"Did I what?"

"Did you let boys, you know, go down on you?"

"Yes," I admitted heavily.

I was going to explain and thought better of it. Any explanation would sound farcical and flimsy to me, let alone to anyone else.

As I left the school, I was faced with a reporter. "How’s it feel to be the Oral Sex Queen of Slut School?"

I stuck my middle finger up at him. "Sit and swivel."

Apart from him there were no other reporters or photographers or cameramen, not even anyone taking snapshots. After the last few days, it felt quite odd.

I didn’t go straight home. Instead I walked for quite a long while and finally went into the café by Ws nightclub and ordered a coffee. I sat there stirring it aimlessly for god knows how long. Even though the place was half full of students, nobody disturbed me.

You crossed a line today, I told myself. And now you’re going to have to deal with the consequences.

I thought about Trevor and finally the tears came. I don’t know if they were tears of unhappiness or anger, probably a mixture.

For so long, I’d felt safe with him. Now I was sure I’d lost him forever. We’d been such a couple for so long that I really had no other close friends, although Elaine was nice. It’s just I’d been too busy and if I wanted to relax with someone, Trevor was always there. It wasn’t that I didn’t have any friends, just nobody I could share how I felt with.

I don’t know how long I’d been staring at my coffee getting cold. "Do you want a fresh coffee?" a voice asked.

I looked up. "Sorry?"

"I thought I’d change that cold coffee for a fresh one before you wear out the bottom of the cup with the spoon," said Elaine cheerfully.

I smiled. "What are you doing here? You always go straight home."

"I did. Someone saw you looking upset and emailed me. If he’d had my phone number, I’d have been here quicker. But he only had my email ’cause we worked on a project together last month."

"Who?"

"Does it matter? You’re upset. I’m here. Now what’s wrong? Don’t tell me, that arsehole, Trevor."

"He’s not an arsehole," I protested. Whatever else, I still had to defend him, didn’t I?

"No? The way he’s been treating you, he’s been doing a pretty good impression of one." Weird. She sounded angrier than I did. "He isn’t worth it you know."

I changed the subject quickly. "Sorry if I went too far in class today."

"’s okay. I started it. I never thought the first person to lick me there would be a girl though."

"You mean nobody…?"

"Nope."

"Wow."

"I could have killed you for stopping though."

I laughed. "Yeah, I know the feeling."

"Good," she said.

"Good what?"

"Good you’re laughing. You haven’t done that much this week."

"No," I agreed heavily.

"Don’t start the doom and gloom again," she said, "or I’ll have to go down on you right here."

"You wouldn’t dare."

"No?" She looked at me with a wicked grin. "Maybe not. Had you worried though."

"Bitch."

"Yup. Class 1 bitch. Now you gonna stop worrying about that creep and get on and enjoy your last two days in the Program?"

"Okay."

We walked out together but had to take different buses home.