"Hi Mom." Brenda said bounding into the kitchen. 

"Hi Sweetie." Marnie responded. "How are things going?'

"Okay, I guess." Brenda said.

"That's good." Marnie said going about making breakfast. "Can I fix you
anything?"

"No thanks.  I'll get my own." Brenda said. "Mom, are you trying to turn Dad on
or something your nightie is so see-through. What if you had to answer the door, 
and I hadn't come down yet?"

"I just felt a little naughty this morning I guess." Marnie confessed.  "I'll go
up and get a robe." 

"No need on my account, Lady. You still look fine at your age." Brenda said in a
hubba hubba fashion.

"I hope you aren't buttering me up for something."  Marnie said with
suspicion.

"Ah, no.  Well ..." Brenda hemmed and hawed.

"What is it?" Marnie demanded.

"Mom, I hate my school."  Brenda unloaded.

"Honey, what's the matter?"

"I just don't fit in anymore there.  Everybody thinks I'm a lesbian, the boys
want me to prove to them I'm not and the girls are threatened by the possibility,
except of course the ones that want me to be one. But I really don't like them 
anyways." Brenda explained.

"Brenda, you're doing so well there.  I thought you were popular and that you 
were liked that."

"Yeah, well now I'm popular for something I'm not and I'm sick of it." Brenda
asserted. "Mom, I was on the Internet and I found just the school I'd like to go
to."

"Are you talking about Jefferson High?  That is quite a commute."  Marnie said.

"No."  Brenda said looking for the right time. "Ah, I was thinking about a
boarding school."

"A boarding school!? What on earth gave you that idea?"

"Well you see, there is this boarding school that a lot of the top models have
gone to called Wycleft Academy.  It started out as a finishing school with some
academics to make their graduates good conversationalists, and now they are more
academically oriented.  If I could go there, I'd have my best shot at becoming a
professional model."

"I don't know ... A boarding school?"

"You've been wanting me to stay away from the Larchers.  This would give me all
the help I would need to become a model and I wouldn't need Walter's help any
more."  Brenda said bright eyed and hopeful.

Marnie thought, as she sat down at the table.  "But, a boarding school?"

"I would write you every day."  Brenda said heading off the "I'd miss you"
excuse.

"But how much would it cost?" Marnie asked.

"I'd be able to pay you back once I was modeling."  Brenda offered.

"You really want to do this don't you?"  Marnie conceded.

"Well, they haven't accepted me, but if they did I would really want to go.  I
hate my school here.  I need a new start and Wycleft Academy is in just the
right direction I want to go."

"Well, we'll have to talk to your father."

"I know."

"When would you go?"

"As soon as they accept me, if that is okay."

"Wow, Honey.  This is so sudden."

"Mom, I could visit this weekend they said, if you could take me there."

"Honey, I was planning..." Marnie started to say, then thought, "She'd be away
from Larcher and I wouldn't have to worry about him with her gone ..."

"Okay, let's see what this place is all about."  Marnie agreed.

  * * * * *

"Sally?  Hi, it's me.  We've got to postpone the 'coming out' party for
Larcher." ... "something has come up with Brenda and I've got to fly her to see a
school this weekend." ... "Oh you wouldn't believe it. ..."

  * * * * * * 

"Oh, thank you Mom." Brenda said hugging her mother's arm and laying 
her head on her moother's shoulders as they were about to board the plane. 
"Have you got the tickets?"

"Right here."

"Can I hold mine?"

"Sure Honey, here."

"Ah, Ma'am, I'm gonna have to ask you to step behind that screen over there for a
random search." A young burly guard said to Marnie as she was being handed back
her boarding pass.

"I'll be right with you Brenda."  She called out. "You go ahead and board the 
plane."

"Right this way Ma'am." The guard said, holding out his hand.

"Why me?" Marnie asked.

"It's strictly random."  The guard assured her.  "I'm just going to pat you
down, will that be okay with you?"

"I guess." Marnie agreed reluctantly not wanting to create a scene.

She almost moaned aloud as the guard frisked her sides, back and front, paying
particular attention to anything that might be hidden in her bra.  Marnie
blushed and got hot, as he worked his way up her legs and brushed his thumb
along her labia while searching her inner thighs and panties.

"Now, would you please open your bag?"  He took a sample of clothes out and held
them up to her.  "I'm going to have to ask you to change into these for a moment
so I can be sure that this bag belongs to you."

"But it does.  Those are my things." Marnie protested.

"Your flight will be leaving soon, Miss.  The sooner you prove to me that this
is your bag, the sooner you can board the plane."

Marnie unbuttoned her dress with embarrassment, as the guard looked on, his legs
spread and arms akimbo.  His eyes widened when her sheer bra came into view.  To
her mortification, her nipples were still stiff from the treatment they'd received
moments earlier. She quickly reached for the jersey knit pullover he was holding
that she packed to sleep in, but he handed her another bra instead.  "Here, this
first." He said.

"But ..."

"Most of the passengers are already on the plane Ma'am."

Marnie padded in place in her pantyhose, panties and heels while she undid her
bra and let the cups drop down her arms in front of her, leaving her bare tits
anxiously awaiting their next covering.  The man delayed handing her the other
bra to gawk a moment, putting Marnie awash in humiliation and prompting her to
conceal her ample tits as best she could from his view. 

Just as he was about to hand her the bra, a female airline employee barged in on
them. "Gerald!"  She said forcefully, then grabbed the things he was holding and
quickly crammed them into Marnie's bag.  "Oh here, put this on quickly.  They've
closed the gate to the gangway.  I'll have to open it for you."

Marnie pulled the jersey pullover on over her bare tits in a panic and grabbed
the her bag from the lady as the employee put in her code to open the gate. 
Marnie ran down the gangway, her breasts banging painfully up and down on 
her torso, hearing the woman say, "Gerald, you'd better watch out with this 
stuff or you'll ..." 

Her nipples rubbing against the back of the pullover gave her shivers as she 
stepped onto the plane.  Her humiliation was complete as she  faced the 
entire plane full of curious passengers in a pullover jersey that ended just 
below her crotch.  The impromptu outfit highlighted her athletic legs
and her movement revealed to others that she was probably braless.

It was everything she could do to negotiate the aisle with her purse and weekend
bag while trying to keep from exposing any more of her legs than what was
absolutely necessary.  When she reached her row, Brenda was waiting for her
anxiously in the window seat and looked at her aghast, "What happened?!"

"I'll tell you in a minute." Marnie replied reaching up to open the overhead
bin. Then, realizing that it pulled the jersey up enough to give the passengers
behind her a view of her cheek bottoms, she decided not to fight for room with
the bags already stowed. Instead, she resigned herself to sit with it at her
feet. She did a straight-legged bend over the aisle-seated passenger to drop the
bag on the floor. The man behind her was blushing and perspiring when she stood
up, turned, and noticed him. "That's the last free show you get buddy." She
thought to herself, fighting off the embarrassment. 

The little old lady in the aisle seat appeared to be disabled, so Marnie did not
trouble her to get up out of her way and instead took a long unsteady step over
her feet.  The lady, trying to be helpful, put her hands on Marnie's butt,
lifting her pullover in the process.  When Marnie was finally able to sit, her
pullover was bunched up in back.

"I'll need you to put your seatbelt on Ma'am." The steward said, glancing in
surprise at the panty covered crotch briefly exposed.  Brenda and Marnie teamed
up to get Marnie buckled and to pull her pullover tail down to cover what they
could as far as it would go between her legs now raised up by the carryon bag
beneath her feet.

Marnie needed a minute to calm her body and emotions down. She did not begin 
to explain to Brenda the circumstances around the traumatic occurrence at the
terminal gate until they were well into the flight and the lady on her left had
taken a pill and was getting drowsy. "Oh Mom, how terrible." Brenda said
wrapping her arms around Marnie's arm and hugging it. "Thank you so much for
taking me to see the school." Then she adjusted herself for comfort and closed
her eyes to sleep up against Marnie's arm.

Marnie was taken back to a time when Brenda as a small child cozying up and
hugging her in moments of security and happiness.  Then she became conscious of
the previously white knuckled lady now lightly gripping Marmie's upper thigh.  Then
the lady dreamily readjusted her position and rested her head on her other hand,
which was now on Marnie's other arm just below the shoulder.  Marnie couldn't
shake the lady without breaking the physical bond she was experiencing with her
daughter or bumping the lady off of her with a shoulder check that might hurt
her.

She was having trouble keeping her knees together as the only position of her
feet wide apart was starting to grow uncomfortable.  She needed to readjust them
bringing her feet together, whifch caused her knees to fall open at just the time the
hand on her thigh began to throb and jerk, indicating signs of a disturbing
dream.  With her left arm pinned by the sleeping lady, all she could do with her
free hand was to cover her exposed crotch. She was starting to get excited being
pinned down and having the fingers of a stranger gently squeezing her upper leg
just an inch or two from her pleasure zone.  "I'm going to have to try to wake up
this drugged lady." She thought.  The lady's other hand started to slip out
from under her resting head and slid down Marnie's front to where her breasts
just started to swell forward.  "Please wake up lady." She shouted in her head.
Moments later the hand slid some more down onto the top of her breast.  "Oh god,
tell me this isn't happening." She thought.  She could feel the wetness
developing under her fingers and wondered if anyone else could smell her
excitement like she was beginning to.  She looked over the aisle at the man in
the opposite seat and caught him closing the gap in his fingers he was looking
through while pretending to be asleep.  The woman's hand slid down a little more
to where her little finger hung down to just below her nipple.  "That's it, I've
got to wake this lady!" She decided, but the little finger started to
unconsciously stroke up and down over the nipple that was growing to its 
maximum turgidity.

Marnie couldn't rally the energy to wake her now.  She needed every ounce of
concentration and effort to deal with the rising sensations in a managed way so
no one would be the wiser of what was happening to her.  She was too far-gone
not to get some relief from the tension that began in the airport and now was
ruling her as she sat restricted in her seat. She needed to look over at the man
often enough to make him look away and she needed to be still whenever someone
was walking down the aisle past her seat.  Her red pullover hid her red-faced
flush of excitement somewhat, but now guys would stop and try to make
conversation with her if she gave them any eye contact when they passed. 

When she could, she stroked her pussy with her fingers.  The  unconscious 
nipple flicking was growing more consistent and perspiration was forming on 
her brow.  The fingers of her left hand were not as adept as her right, and it 
was as if someone else was stroking her.  She muffled a whimper, looked across 
the aisle embarrassed as she involuntarily bucked up and jackknifed forward in 
her seat as she tried to squeeze down hard on her fingers.  This woke Brenda 
and jostled the lady to semi-consciousness, so she pretended she needed to find 
something in her bag while she tried to hide the potential orgasm that was about 
to happen.

"Oh what a bother."  She said covering up her labored breathing.  "I'll just
have to check when we land."

"What is it Mom?" Brenda asked.

"Oh nothing Honey.  I'll take care of it later." Marnie said hornier now than
ever, gripping the ends of her armrests tightly.

"At least they aren't clinging on me." She thought as Brenda turned to go to
sleep against the window and the woman sat with her hands clasped across her
stomach.  "Okay lady," she thought, you can put your hand between my legs again,
I won't stop you." She thought pleadingly.  "You too, mister. Come over and stick
your face up close and get a real good look, then stick that tongue out and
finish me off.  You'll have the best seat in the house."  She continued to think 
in frustration as her knees opened and closed like a butterfly drying its wings in 
the sun.   "I've got to get a grip here."  She realized as she looked down at her 
nipples poking through the material of the jersey pullover.  Finally, she realized 
that she would not get any relief at this point and tried to close her eyes and get 
some sleep.

Aside from somebody copping a feel of her left butt cheek when they were
deplaning, things were relatively uneventful until she was able to change back
into her original clothes in the restroom.  In the airport and on the way to the
school, Brenda was too focused on the experience ahead of her to notice what a
flirt her mother was with people they came in contact with resulting from her 
pent up sexual frustration.

"Mom, there it is."  Brenda said excitedly as they approached the school.
"Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes, it certainly looks like it has a long tradition." Marnie agreed.

When they walked into the main building, an announcement board welcomed 
them specifically by name.  They were directed down a long hall to the admissions
offices and briefly interviewed separately by Wilson Trainer, the admissions
director.

When Brenda was finished with her interview Marnie noticed how genuinely 
Brenda beamed.  Then Marnie was questioned about her desire to send her 
daughter to the school.  She explained that it was all her daughter's idea and 
was open-minded about her going at the present time.  They were given a 
physical tour of the facilities and interviewed more extensively.  In her second 
interview, the director explained that a new term was starting in two weeks 
and that it appeared that Brenda had the right attitude to be considered for 
an opening and would Marnie support her in enrolling right away.

Marnie tentatively agreed.  The director said that Brenda would go through some
orientation activities, that the other students had already done at the
beginning of the year, and attend some classes for the rest of the day.  Then he
offered that Marnie stay at his house with his wife as their guest while Brenda
spent the night in the dorm so she could be sure that she really wanted to
attend.  Marnie agreed, wished her daughter well at the end of the interviews 
and then waited in the waiting area for the director to finish up his work
before they went off for lunch together in the school cafeteria.

Brenda was led to the gymnasium and to a room off of the athletic director's 
office and told to stand on a spot in front of a wall with a tan sheet draped 
floor to ceiling.  "And first we'll start with Posture Pictures." She said. "Just 
stand with your hands at your side the way you normally stand and look directly 
into the camera with no particular emotion at all."

Brenda complied as if this was her first of many modeling assignments following
the director's instructions to the tee.  FLASH  The camera took its first shot
straight on. 

"Okay, good. Now I need you to take off all of your clothes and stand in the
same spot in the same way." She directed matter-of-factly.

"My clothes?  Off?  Was the only protest Brenda was willing to make since she
wasn't yet accepted and she was told that everyone had posture pictures taken.
Then she proceeded to take her clothes off looking questioningly at the athletic
director for where to put her things and then again for confirmation that she
was to remove her undergarments too.

She stood on her spot, trying to look as confident as possible while completely
nude in front of a total stranger. "Now, no expression.  That's it." FLASH "Now
face to your right." FLASH "Now face the wall." FLASH "Now to the left." FLASH
"Now you can face front again." She directed while she changed the lens to take
a closer shot above Brenda's knees. "You see," the director explained, "we use
these pictures as a baseline for your posture when you come in so your teachers
can use them to work with you to improve your posture by the time you leave
here." FLASH ...

When the pictures were done, she showed Brenda a card series of pictures of
another student to demonstrate how they would be filed. "Now I have to give you
a swimming test."

"A swimming test!?" Brenda replied surprised.

"Yes, we here at Wycleft Academy believe that every graduate be able to swim at
a certain proficiency to be safer in the world out there.  Follow me."

"What about my clothes?" Brenda asked.

"There is no need for them right now.  This is an all girls school you know."
She said.

Brenda knew, so she followed the director down a hall covering her breasts and
pubic area, hoping nobody would pop out and see her in all her naked glory.  She
peeked through windows in doors in passing and saw classes in dance, aerobics,
and light weights going on before they reached the pool.  There she had to swim
laps, retrieve a twenty-pound weight from the bottom of the deep end and tread
water for ten minutes.  It proved very refreshing and made her nipples protrude
like hardened bullets as she walked back to the director's office to retrieve
her clothes.

"I have a note here that you are assigned to Julie whom you will shadow for the
rest of the day."  The director said as Brenda got dressed.  "I'll call for her
now."

"Hi Brenda, I'm Julie." 

"Hi Julie glad to meet you."  Brenda replied. Then they headed off to the Food
Commons for lunch.

Julie introduced Brenda around to all of her friends.  When Brenda saw her mom
eating with the admissions director, she waved and smiled.  Marnie saw the
pleasure in her daughter's eyes and vowed to help her get in.

Brenda found out Julie was a cheerleader, and Brenda gleefully said that she was
one too.  "Who do you cheerlead for?" Brenda asked.

"We go to the varsity games at Woodland Academy and cheer for them." Julie
explained, "And, we will cheer at our varsity basketball team games too.  They
are pretty good."

"Is there a game tomorrow?" Brenda asked.

"No, tomorrow we have our annual car wash."

"A car wash!?"

"Yeah, it isn't really about washing cars though, it is about raising money so
we can do things off campus. The school doesn't sponsor us in activities off
campus that aren't part of the curriculum, so we have to find ways to raise the
cash ourselves.  You'll see."  Julie said.  "When you're through with that,
we'll go to my Women Studies class."

"I'm through."

"Welcome Brenda.  This is a class about history, but more importantly, it is
about women with strength, poise, grace, and common sense." The teacher
explained. "Many of our students are planning to become models, actors, or
performers of one kind or another, so we act out many of the situations we
discuss in class.  I find it enhances the experience of learning what it was
like at various times in our history.  Now Jules, Natasha, Taylor, and Brie you
were scheduled for today.  Brenda, since you are Jules' guest, you can
participate right along with her if you like."

Brenda, wanting to fit right in said, "Yes Ma'am, I'd be happy to."

"That's the spirit.  You know where to go ladies."

Brenda followed Julie and the others into an attached room that was filled with
costumes hanging up along two sides.  The other three picked out togas, headgear
and capes, while Julie picked out a short tunic for herself and Brenda.  "Here,
these are for us."  She said. "I'm glad you decided to do this with me.  I
wasn't looking forward to doing it alone."  Brenda gave her a nervous smile of
acknowledgement.  She followed Julie one step behind her in taking off all of
her clothes and then putting on the tunic.

Brenda felt naughty in the sexy garment and asked, "What part of history ...?"

"Here we go."  Julie said leading Brenda out by the hand. "Keep your head bowed
down like this." 

Brenda put her head down and looked ahead and around the room from out the 
top of her eyes.  Julie lead Brenda onto the foot high carpeted platform next to 
the podium at the head of the class.  The teacher began, "What do I hear for these 
virginal maidens?"

Natasha, who had painted whiskers on, approached and said, "I would like to have
a closer look at the merchandise before I agree to bid." 

The teacher nodded.  Then Natasha and the other slave traders approached the two
slave girls.  Then they prodded, pulled, and turned them around.  Natasha had
Brenda turn away from the class and bend over at the waist.  Then she smiled at
her classmates as she mischievously flipped the tail of Brenda's garment up onto
her back and gave her buttocks a smack. "Oh!" Brenda exclaimed lurching and
reaching back to rub her behind. "Nice firm stock." Natasha declared. "Could
bear many fine children."

Brie turned Julie around and bent her at the waist only to squeeze her butt
cheeks apart.  "Would have to work this one out some more to tighten things up."
Julie looked back at her and leered back with an "I'll get you next time" look.

"Any other interested parties?" The teacher asked still role-playing.

"I think we should see all the goods."  Someone anonymously called out from the
classroom.

Taylor and Brie approached the two slaves and untied the closures at each
shoulder letting the tunics fall to the ground.  Julie and Brenda squeezed their
knees together, put an arm across their breasts and covered their pubic areas
with the other in genuine humiliation and embarrassment.  Brenda's breasts were
larger and she had a tougher time covering them from the classroom of strangers
with one hand and arm.

"Outstanding." Declared Taylor. "Now put these down. Slaves should not cover
their assets unless told to do so."  The three girls guided Julie and Brenda's
reluctant arms down to their sides.  Then Taylor said, "Open wide."  Then she
acted as if she was examining Brenda's mouth.  "Now you." She said to Julie
holding onto her chin. "Good stock."  Next, she hefted Julie's breast.  Julie
slapped her hand away now more irritated with her. "Now, now, I think it would
be within my rights to give you a whipping for that, but I'll let it go this
time so I don't damage the merchandise." Brie proclaimed, then she hefted
Brenda's breast, looked at her classmates and "hummmmmed" with a smile to let
them know she liked what she felt.  Brenda made one step back and padded in
place for a moment, but did not make a scene.

"Okay."  The teacher said.  The three buyers stepped to the side while Julie and
Brenda stayed on the auction block. "You are a women in those days and you are
in a situation like this in a market place where people are milling about
looking at the proceedings.  It went on for hundreds of years and thousands and
thousands of times.  How do you manage? How do you keep any semblance of
dignity?  How do you make the best of a bad situation?"  She asked rhetorically.
"Brenda, you are totally new to this. How do you feel right now?"

"Embarrassed." Was her only reply.

"Why are you embarrassed?  You are simply stunning standing there." The teacher
asked.

"I'm naked and people are looking at me." Brenda replied.

"What do you want to do with your life?"

"I want to be a model."

"Perfect.  You've chosen a career where you want people to look at you, yet you
are embarrassed to stand in front of peers who will become your friends shortly.
How interesting."  The teacher posed. "In those days there were cultural
pressures, political swings, class structures, that would all add to the
humiliation of being sold into slavery.  You may have been in the top echelon of
society one day and the next conquered and sold into slavery as a spoil of war
into an alien culture.  What does it take to survive that kind of humiliation in
the most dignified way possible?"

Brenda just looked back at her in rapt attention, forgetting for the moment that
she was still one of the two naked girls in a room of fully clothed people.

"You strike a bargain between being proud of who you are and humble to your
circumstances. Yes Ginny."

"What do you mean?" The student asked.

"If you are too proud and fight the system, you get beaten into submission, so
that is a 'no-win' situation.  If you are too humble and completely fold you go
for lower money and end up in poorer conditions. With low self esteem, you
project a low worth, go for a low price, to someone who will value you less,
treat you poorly, and probably not be able to provide for your needs as well."
The teacher postulated. Then walking around Julie and Brenda, straightening
their postures, feeling their hips, breasts and chins, she went on, "If you
project a sense of self worth, you look more valuable. Don't they class?" The
classmates mildly applauded. "You fetch a higher price, chances are you get sold
to someone who will value you more, treat you better, provide nicer things, and
generally wind up in a finer situation. Yes Ginny."

"Miss Stewart, I understand where you are going with all of this, but why do we
study the plight of an anonymous slave girl instead someone famous like Joan of
Arc or something?"

"We study Joan of Arc and the plight of the slave girl both because they can
each be heroines in how they live their lives with what is dealt them.  As you
grow older, think about which one you feel more like the one that makes the most
of what is thrown at her or the one on a mission given to her by the voice of
god...."

Back in the dressing area Brenda said, "Wow, she is a great teacher."

"Yeah, class can really be fun sometimes.  I just hope I get Brie naked in a
skit before the end of the school year.  I owe her one."  Julie remarked.

"Where to next? ..."

  * * * * *

"I think I'm through here for the day, would you like to come back with me now
and meet the wife?" The director offered.

"What about Brenda?  Can I, am I going to see her?"  Marnie asked.

Looking in a book he said, "She's in a class now, then she'll watch the cheer
squad practice and then they have dinner.  You'll probably see her then. ..."

"Well this is our home."

"It's lovely, so old and well built."

"Thank you.  Sherry? Sherry dear, we have company." He called.

A striking blonde woman entered the hall and greeted Marnie with a warm smile
and handshake.  They sat and chatted and got to know each other, while all
Marnie could think about was getting her pussy under a bathtub faucet, get her
fingers to work, or even sit on a bed post.  Her pussy ached from the events of
her travels and she had been frantic for relief ever since. Even Wilson was
looking good to her, but she wouldn't dare.  Wilson and Sherry excused
themselves, leaving Marnie to walk around the room looking at the pictures and
items on display. Sherry came back and sat with Marnie.

"So your daughter wants special enrollment in Wycleft starting this next term."
Sherry remarked.

"Yes, she seems firmly set on going." Marnie acknowledged.

"This is a very exclusive school you know.  It is rare that we would even have
an opening this time of year for anyone."  Sherry explained. Parents are usually
willing to give their eye teeth to have their darlings considered for
enrollment, even if they can well afford the tuition." Marnie nodded and was
growing uneasy with the direction the conversation was going. "How badly do you
want her to go here?"

"I love my daughter and she wants to go here very badly, so I guess I support
that and would do what I could to help her get in." Marnie clarified.

"Would you be willing to do me a favor if I could guarantee that my husband
would see that she gets in?" Sherry asked.

"I, ah, ... I ah, don't know."  Marnie said.

"Well, I put it out there, because I have a feeling about you.  I don't put it
out there for just anyone." Sherry said.

"Thank you, I think." Marnie said.

"I am offering you a deal, a deal with a guaranteed outcome that you say you
want.  All you have to do is cooperate with what I ask of you for the balance of
this weekend up until the time you need to leave for the airport." Sherry added.

"Okay, I said I'll do whatever I can to help my daughter, so what would you have
me do?" Marnie asked.

"I need you to get my husband excited enough to give me a couple of good hard
fucks this weekend." Sherry said frankly, while Marnie went into shock.  "I know
that sounds strange, but a beautiful woman like you can get him real hot and
bothered and then he takes it out on me.  I need a couple of those, and I need
them real bad."

"Well, I ..."

"I'm just asking you to compete with me over him, and then at the last minute,
you let me win." Sherry explained.

"You want me to flirt with your husband?" Marnie asked wanting clarification.

"You can do anything you want except allow him to cum.  I want him to do that
with me." 

"I see." Marnie thought.

"Well, while you are thinking about it, let me show you to your room."

Marnie followed her hostess up the stairs looking at her as potential
competition. 

"Here is your room. You can put that there.  And, in here you will find all
sorts of outfits you are welcome to use in our contest as it were." Sherry said
first opening the closet, and then the bottom two drawers of the dresser.  "Take
off that dress for a second."

"What?"

"Just for a second.  I want you to try on this little number for example."
Sherry said holding a silky black number draped over a hanger.  Marnie complied,
still off guard with her hostess since the proposal moments before. "You could
wear this without the bra for real competition." She said going around Marnie
and undoing her bra for her. "May I touch my competition?" She asked putting her
hands on Marnie's breasts before Marnie could answer. "Oh my.  I'm going to get
it good from Wilson tonight." Then looking at how Marnie's panties were
appearing under her pantyhose she said, "I think you should take off the
panties, or their outline with show in this little number." 

Marnie, still somewhat dazed at the task she had impulsively agreed to, sat on
the edge of the bed, took off her heels, and peeled down her pantyhose and
panties, embarrassed to willingly become naked before this total stranger. "Oh
my." Sherry exclaimed again. "I'm going to do that too, or you'll have an unfair
advantage." She said looking at Marnie's shaved pussy.  "That looks exquisite.
May I feel it?" Again, she just went ahead and stroked Marnie's denuded labia,
causing Marnie's head to roll back, and then to sink down to her chest when the
fingers left her hot zone. When Marnie regained her composure, Sherry was
standing before her holding up the slinky dress that looked like little more
than a full slip.

Marnie took the dress, pulled it on over her head, and shimmied it down her
sexed up body.  Sherry closed the closet door so Marnie could look at herself in
the full-length mirror attached on the back. Marnie vamped in the dress to see
how her womanly features were revealed from beneath the silky hugging fabric.
"There, you see?  This outfit will turn any man's head." Sherry said.

"Oh yeah, and the women too." Marnie said absentmindedly and immediately
blushed. 

Sherry looked at her with a strange smile then rummaged through the drawers and
held up a smoke bodysuit and yellow wraparound mini for Marnie to look at, "This
works on men and women as well." She said with a knowing smile. "Well, I'll
leave you to get organized, and let the games begin, shall we?" She said walking
to the door. "Wilson and I will be waiting for you downstairs for cocktails."

Marnie plopped down onto the bed.  "Get him hot so she gets fucked. That's
fucked!" Marnie said to herself.  "I need a piece of that.  Well, maybe I won't
let her win." She brooded. "Egad, I'll have to stand and sit up real straight in
this thing or anyone could see my breasts."  She noticed, as she looked at the
small triangular material slacking at her breasts.  She put her hose and heels
back on, found a scarf she could use as a shawl and headed down to meet up with
her hosts.  Marnie walked in front the two who were looking out at the sunset
and stood with her legs apart to give them a hint of the full length of her legs
from the candlelighting of the sun shining through her dress.  Wilson looked but
tried not to be too obvious; Sherry smiled and nodded a "nice job on that one"
look.

After a couple of drinks and a few attempts on Marnie's part at monopolizing
Wilson's attention, they headed out to dinner.  Marnie asked if she could stop
in at the cafeteria to see if she could find Brenda.  She walked through the
doors, stood and scanned the room.

"Hey Brenda, could that be your mom?" A future classmate asked.

"Ah, yes."  Brenda said, standing up to join her.

"Well, I see where you got your looks." Another said.

"Thank you." Brenda acknowledged blushing as she went up to Marnie.

"Hey Honey, how is everything going?"

"Mom, what are you all dolled up for? Where did...?"

"Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Trainer are taking me out to dinner and then to a movie.  Are
you okay? Are you going to be alright?"

"Oh yeah!  This place is great! I can't wait to go here for real.  It is better
than I could have hoped for." Brenda gushed.  "Let me see what you are wearing
under that coat."  Marnie tried to give her a private peek.  "Gosh Mom.  Where
did you get that dress?"

"Mrs. Trainer gave it to me to wear.  It must be the style out here."  Marnie
said trying to divert Brenda's reaction to it.

"If you were going to walk the streets maybe.  I'd keep that jacket on as much
as possible."  Brenda cautioned.

"I will Honey.  Now what are you doing?"

"Well I'm not sure about tonight, but tomorrow I'm going to help with a
fundraiser for the cheer squad and tomorrow night I've been invited to a party.
Will that be okay with you?"  Brenda asked.

"Sure Honey.  You go and have a good time.  I'll manage with the Trainers."

At dinner, Marnie and Sherry sat on the right and left sides of Wilson. Marnie
let her shawl slip down her left shoulder to give him a better view of her left
breast just barely covered by the flimsy dress top.  Sherry unbuttoned and
removed her sweater to reveal that she had come loaded for bear too.  Although
her blouse had long sleeves and buttoned around her neck, it was sheer enough
that Marnie could see the dark area of her nipples through the blouse and the
sheer bra beneath. "Her breasts are just as nice as mine." Marnie realized. "I'm
going to have to put this up a notch."

Marnie began flagrantly flattering Wilson about anything she could think of.
Then, once she had more or less monopolized the conversation with him, she
slipped off her shoe and worked her toes up under Wilson's pant-leg.  She was
embarrassed to do it, but Sherry had laid down the gauntlet and the contest was
on. Wilson looked at his wife and gave her a smile of surprise.  She looked back
at him and met his smile with one of her own. It dawned on him whose foot it was
when he felt two feet, one on each side, playing with his shins under the cuff
of his pants.  He broke into a sweat when Marnie's foot started to wiggle up
between his legs from under his right thigh.  The waiter came by, "Too spicy for
you Sir?"

"No, it's just fine, very good." He replied, looking at his wife and the brazen
Marnie, whom he barely knew.  Then he slid forward in his chair so the intruding
toes might be able to touch his favorite parts.

Marnie turned her toes in to find that she could make contact with the head of
his rocket and the leading edge of his fuel cells. "Mmmmmmm." She thought as she
teased his sexual center with her toes.  "I could really use some of this right
now." 

Wilson pulled back into his seat as if he had been touching a flame.  He looked
at his wife who was pretending not to notice.  Marnie looked at Sherry and
Sherry gave her back a half smile of acknowledgement. Wilson finished his dinner
with few words and now was being less coy about ogling Marnie's left breast
whose hard nipple was poking out through the soft material.

At the movie Marnie lied and said that she preferred to sit in the back because
it gave her a headache to watch the screen too closely.  The Trainers
accommodated her and followed her into the last row.  Shortly after the lights
went down, Marnie let her shawl slide down her back and the ends hang down on
the sides.  She didn't have a plan, but she wanted to get her daughter into
Wycleft and if she could get her horns clipped in the process, everybody would
win. 

Wilson had his arm hogging the armrest so she picked up his hand and clasped her
fingers through his with one hand while caressing the backside of his hand with
her other.  Then she pulled his hand closer to her while hooking her thumb in
the hem of her dress to bring it up. She unclasped his hand and laid it on her
thigh. Then with her free hand she slowly reached into his lap, but felt
Sherry's hand already there and quickly retracted it.

Wilson slowly stroked the top and inside of her thigh in short strokes, while
she guided her right spaghetti strap down her arm exposing her right breast.
Then she leaned forward with her elbows on her knees giving him easy access to
her naked breast.  Wilson took the bait and began to manhandle her breast.
Marnie put up with the clumsiness until he started to refine his touch and focus
more on her nipple. Then she started to squirm.  When he got her juices flowing,
she sat back, spread her knees a little, and slouched down into her seat causing
the hem of her dress to ride up.  Wilson reached in between her legs and nested
his hand in the warm moistness of her pantyhose covered crotch, just like she
hoped he would.  She grabbed his wrist to prevent any escape and tried to buck
her pussy into his fingers to urge him on. "Oh god. Please stroke me there." She
screamed in her head. Finally, Wilson stroked his fingers across her labia,
causing Marnie to melt and open herself more.  He brought her close to
completion with her clitoris having worked its way out to the nylon barrier of
her hose. She was at the gates of heaven when Wilson started to shudder from
Sherry's manipulations on him, took his hand back, sat up straighter in his
seat, and pretended to watch the movie, leaving Marnie to somehow collect
herself and regain her dignity on her own.  She thought about finishing the job
right there, by herself, but got in touch with the better part of herself and
instead surfed her sexual frustration until they all got up to leave.

It was difficult now to look Wilson in the eye, so she walked behind him to the
parking lot and sat behind him in the car.  When they got back to the house, she
cornered Sherry to get a progress report.  "So far you are doing a good job,
keep it up." Sherry said, excusing herself to change.

"Well, if she is going to change, then so should I." Marnie thought.  She looked
through the outfits stocked in the room and decided upon sexy bedclothes, since
it was getting late anyway.  When she had her dress and pantyhose off, she stood
in front of the mirror holding a breast and her pussy thinking she would get
herself off quickly before she joined her hosts downstairs. Then she decided to
give her situation one more chance to get off in a more romantic way.  She
put on a full-length satin nightgown with a transparent swatch that spiraled up
from the middle back hem, around her left leg, across her thighs in front,
around her ass checks, across her stomach and up across the top part of her
right breast to the right shoulder.  The parts that were opaque clung to her
every curve giving the voyeur a teasing view of her womanly body.  Around that
she wrapped a slinky robe that did little to hide her curves, slipped into some
raised heeled mules, and headed down to meet up with her hosts.

Wilson was facing the bar fixing a drink wearing casual flannel plaid pants that
almost looked like pajama bottoms and a tee shirt.  Marnie noticed that he had a
decent physique as she approached him from behind.  Then embarrassed to interact
with him, she turned for the couch.  Sherry walked into the room wearing a short
silky robe with what Marnie could only imagine on underneath.  It came to a
little above mid-thigh and the nicely toned proportions of her legs took Marnie
as she entered.  "Would you like to join us in a drink, My Dear?" She offered.

"Yes please.  Whatever you all are having."  Marnie replied.

Wilson passed out the drinks and sat between Marnie and Sherry on the couch.
Marnie noticed a tenting in his pants. Marnie felt weird by the fact that her
hosts were entertaining her in their sexy private clothes, with her in a
nightgown, and not a word about the dinner or the movie.  "It is nice to have
you staying with us while your daughter checks out the school."  Shelly said.
"Honey, what do you think of Brenda's chances of getting in?" Sherry asked her
husband.

"I've been very impressed with her so far." He replied looking Marnie's way.

"Maybe Marnie could fill you in more about her, or answer any questions you may
have." Sherry offered.

Marnie curled up sideways to Wilson on the couch propping her head off the back
of the couch with elbow and fist.  The top of her robe was loose enough to open
and reveal the transparent swatch showing the cleft between her breasts and the
swell of her right one.

"So, your daughter wants to become a model."  He remarked alternating looks to
her face and chest.

"Yes, I've resigned myself to the fact that modeling is the number one goal in
her life."  Marnie replied untying her robe and pulling the left front aside.

"You don't sound very pleased with her goal." He said looking at the skin
revealed by the transparent swatch.

"No, it's just that I had higher hopes for a longer term professional goal from
her."  Marnie said removing the robe from her shoulders.

"Well, Wycleft will prepare her for higher learning if she chooses to do that
along with modeling." He pointed out, watching her chest move as she breathed.

"She is probably following in her mother's footsteps.  You were a model once
yourself weren't you?" Sherry asked slyly.

"Ah, no. Not really." Marnie said now shifting her legs to sit cross-legged
letting the top fall away from her breasts as she leaned forward.

"Not really? What does that mean?" Sherry pried.

"Well, I did some modeling with Brenda to support her goal." Marnie confessed.

"Really. Like what?" Sherry pushed.

"Well, I was a figure model for this strange painter for one thing." She said
sitting back straighter.

"Strange?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah, he had the students touch our bodies.  He called it 'Kino-mapping' as a
way of using a secondary sense to add to the drawing experience." Marnie said 
experiencing quick shudder from the memory.

"Oh really, show us." Sherry insisted.

"Ah, well, ah, ... okay, I guess." Marnie said and stood up.  "We would stand
there and the students would close their eyes and touch us from head to toe."
She said touching herself in the way she was touched back in the studio.

"Can we try it?" Sherry asked pulling her husband to his feet.

"Ah, okay."

"Like this?" Sherry asked touching Marnie's face and neck, with Wilson stroking the
curve of her shoulder.

"Well, yes, but they would have their eyes closed." Marnie clarified.

"And, you'd be naked." Sherry clarified back.

"Ah, yes." Marnie acknowledged.

"Well?" Sherry challenged.

Marnie pulled the shoulder straps down her shoulders and shimmied out of the
nightgown anticipating that her frustration was about to end.  Then four hands
started to caress her body. "Like this?"  Sherry asked.

Marnie's eyes were closed, so she couldn't comment on the fact that Wilson and
Sherry were ogling and smiling at each other as they danced their fingers over
Marnie's supersensitive skin.  When they started to work her nipples, Marnie
bent at the waist reflexively pulling away from the intensity of the sensation
in them, but the hands followed her. They worked on her arms and lifted them,
placing her hands behind her head.  Marnie knit her fingers together and held
her hands together behind her head hypnotically as the groping continued down
her body to her legs.  The hands groped her up and down her legs, coaxing her to
stand with her feet spread wider and wider apart until she was finally open and
available for whatever they intended for her. Then it finally happened.  A
couple of merciful fingers touched her swollen nether lips, sending an
electrical shock to her brain causing her to quiver and begin to move her hips
involuntarily forward and back against them to create the necessary friction to
achieve that breaking of her sexual logjam.

Wilson just held out his two fingers steady and watched amused with his wife as
Marnie moved her cunt along them in a form of lewd dance to bring herself off.
And come she eventually did in a wild screaming convulsing way that had the
Trainers staring at her in amazement, hoping the neighbors wouldn't hear.

"Well," Sherry said, "I'm ready for bed. How about you Dear?"

"I'm up for that.  Let's go." Wilson said.

"Goodnight Marnie." Sherry said, then leaned it to whisper, "Thank you."

Marnie stood bowlegged, her arms hanging down in front of her.  She was
glistening from perspiration and she was catching up with her breathing.
"Well," she thought, "I finally got that relief I'd been looking for." She said
to herself trying to mask the humiliation of just what went on. "At least we are
well on the way to Brenda getting in here and away from Larcher." She justified.