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Subject: {ASSM} Good Girls Bad Boys 4: Bottomless {Don Gordon} (fm, voy, exhib, reluctant)
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Date: Tue,  5 Oct 2004 17:10:04 -0400
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Good girls, bad boys 4: Bottomless
By Don Gordon

The story so far: Chiaki Shiraishi had it all.  She was
smart, good-looking, athletic and popular.  Unfortunately,
in her time at P. K. Gakuen High School, she had incurred
the wrath of Kazuhiko Nakayama, the boy who sat behind
her.  He talked fellow Aoi Kuroike into surreptitiously
shooting a video of Chiaki showering nude.  Kazuhiko
proceeded to blackmail Chiaki getting her to change into a
very short mini-skirt, remove her panties and then finally
flash her ass right in the middle of Mr. Tazaki's class. 
Tazaki made no move to rescue her, and once he left,
Kazuhiko offered to give back her panties if she removed
her bra, and gave it to him before the bell for the next
class rang.  Two boys lifted her up onto her own desk, and
the whole class gathered round to watch.


"OK, OK.  I'll take off my bra."  Chiaki was at the point
where she would do anything to escape from another second
of this humiliation.  Gritting her teeth, she lifted her
hands from her hopelessly short skirt, and started undoing
the buttons on her blouse.  The hem of her skirt sprang
back up, hanging right at the bottom edge of her pubic
hair.  Somewhere within the shadows of the skirt, they
could just make out the outline of her pussy or rear. 
They all went quiet, and focussed in poor Chiaki's crotch,
the very place she didn't want them to look.

'I've got to hurry, and take off my bra.'  She continued
to undo the buttons of her blouse, unable to cover her
privates as she stood there on her desk.  It wasn't so
easy though to get her bra off while still wearing her
blouse.  Leaving the top two buttons of her blouse done
up, she reached around, and unhooked her bra.  It popped
forward drooping down.

"Chiaki, I just saw your nipples."

"From below, your tits look huge."

"Same goes for your ass, but I must say you've got one hot
body there."

"What's the big deal though?  You just showed us your
pussy.  Don't be such a tease."

Chiaki's cheeks had gone bright red as she held her bra
against her chest.  Kazuhiko hit on another idea.

"Chiaki, what kind of way is that to strip?  Where's your
pride, student council president?  Take off your blouse
first."

Chiaki hesitated.

"That is if you want your panties back," he added.

"OK, OK."  She reached around, and did her bra back up,
and then undid the last two buttons on her blouse.  Her
tits, still half cupped in her frilly white bra, slid into
view.  Both the guys and girls in the class couldn't help
admiring the wonderful shape of her breasts.  She
whimpered softly still hiding her breasts behind her
hands.

"Oh, c'mon.  We can see your pussy for Christ's sake.  Cut
the coy routine already!"

"Chiaki, you've got one more minute," Kazuhiko announced. 
"If you don't take off you bra before the bell rings, no
panties, you hear?"

"Alright, alright!"  She pulled off her blouse, and tossed
it aside.  Then she reached around, and undid her bra
again.  But if she took off her bra, she'd be left with
just this one tiny mini-skirt to cover her.  As she
realized that she'd be practically nude in front of her
whole class, her blush spread out right to her earlobes. 
The class went quiet.  As Chiaki reached around behind
her, her breasts stuck out even more, emphasizing their
size.  She did her best to put up with the embarrassment
of leaving her pussy unguarded, but the blush on her
cheeks just made her look even sexier.

Chiaki made up her mind.  Just as she unhooked her bra,
the bell started ringing signalling the beginning of their
next class.  'Oh, god!  Not now with me dressed like this!
 What am I going to do now?'  She started to panic.  But
she knew if she didn't take off her bra, she probably
wouldn't even be able to get her blouse back.  She
clenched her teeth, and pulled off her bra just as the
bell stopped ringing.  She did her best to cover up her
breasts but for a split second, the class caught a glimpse
of her wonderful white orbs.

"Wow!" the whole class cried out.  As quickly as she
could, Chiaki stepped down onto her chair, and then the
floor.

"Please, hurry, and give me back my blouse and panties." 
Chiaki looked deep into Kazuhiko's eyes pleading with him
to show her some mercy.  Class had already started.  The
teacher could come in at any second, and here she was
standing here almost nude clutching her naked breasts. 
She could hardly believe this was all happening.  Kazuhiko
took his sweet time answering.

"Don't worry.  Mr. Ito always comes in five minutes into
the class, now doesn't he?  And this is a pretty tough
call here.  Don't you think the bell stopped ringing
before you'd got your bra off?"

It was true their world history teacher Ito almost always
came in five minutes after the bell.  But Chiaki was
scared witless that this might be one of the days he came
in earlier.

"Oh, don't say that!  Please!  Kazuhiko!"

"Well now, you should have been nicer to us all sooner. 
Well anyway, I guess you can put on this."  He threw her a
blouse.

"Thank you!  Thank you!"  Chiaki was about to ask for her
panties too, but anyway, if she didn't put her top back
on, she'd have to sit in class topless.  She turned her
back to the class, and quickly ran her arms through the
sleeves.  But when she went to do up the buttons, she
suddenly realized Kazuhiko's horrible trick.  This wasn't
her blouse.  It was at least two sizes smaller than the
one she usually wore.  She somehow managed to pull it
tight enough to do up the buttons, but it was now pretty
obvious that she didn't have a bra on underneath.

"Oh, how could you...?  Give me mine back."  Chiaki glared
at Kazuhiko.

"You were the one who didn't do as I asked.  I told you
that you had to take off your bra before the bell rang. 
Anyway, if you don't want that blouse, give it back,"
Kazuhiko shouted grabbing the blouse.

"No, no.  I'm sorry.  OK, I'll take it."

Anyway, there was no time to argue.  It was already three
minutes into class.  She resigned herself to wearing this
blouse.  It seemed like she had no other choice.  Just as
she got the blouse done up, and tied on the scarf, Ito
came into the class.  She breathed a sigh of relief at
having escaped another close call.  But once she started
thinking about it, she realized her situation was now even
worse than in the last class.  She still had no panties
on, but she'd lost her bra too, and her blouse was so
tight you could clearly make out the shape of her breasts.
 If you looked closely, you could even see where her
nipples were.  She was dressed so indecently all she could
do was stare down at her desk, and try to endure the
embarrassment.

Fortunately though, Ito was one of the meekest teachers in
the school.  They had often joked about how he seemed to
be lecturing to the blackboard all the time, textbook in
hand.  Anyway, she probably wouldn't have to worry about
him noticing her outfit.  The boys in the class though
were ogling her more than ever, admiring her breasts, or
still trying to peek up her skirt.  'Oh, why won't they
leave me alone?'

About twenty minutes into class, another message came
floating over her shoulder from behind.  It was from
Kazuhiko.  She glanced back at him, but it looked like he
was concentrating on taking notes.  Chiaki braced herself,
and slowly opened the slip of paper.

'I'm willing to give you back your panties on the
condition that you take off your skirt first, and pass it
back to me.  I'll give your skirt back once you've got
your panties back on.  But you have to do all this before
the end of class.'

'What?  He wants me to take my skirt off here in class. 
There's just no way.  I'd have to sit here half naked. 
There's no way I could do such a thing in the middle of a
class.'  Chiaki covered her mouth in shock.  This was by
far the harshest demand yet.  But the way things had been
going so far, she knew there was no way to resist.  If she
refused, he would just come up with something even worse.

'If you don't want to, that'd be OK too.  I'll just stick
your panties back up on the bulletin board along with some
of the vidcaps I was showing you earlier.  There's one
real nice close up of your pussy.  I'm sure all the guys
would love to see that.'

'I'd rather die,' she thought.  'Anyway, I've got to do
something.'  But Chiaki didn't seem to have much choice. 
It looked like she was going to have to take off her
skirt, even though she was pantiless underneath, right
there in class in front of all her classmates.  The only
thing she had control over was when.  With only twenty
minutes left in class, she'd have to take off her skirt,
pass it to Kazuhiko, get him to give her back her panties,
put them on and then get her skirt back too.  Knowing
Kazuhiko, he probably wouldn't just give her the panties
either, so there wasn't much time.

She looked around the class.  A lot of the boys were
grinning over at her.  They'd seen Kazuhiko pass her that
last message, and were all looking forward to seeing what
he'd come up with next.  Mr. Ito was still mumbling and
writing facing the board.  He was so caught up in his
lecture it was almost like he'd forgotten the students
were there.  Probably if Chiaki took off her skirt, he
wouldn't realize.  'Thank goodness, Kazuhiko chose Ito's
class.  I'd better hurry though.'

The boys all perked up as she reached down, and took hold
of the hook at the side of her skirt.  The in-class strip
show was about to start.  'Please, don't look!'  She
closed her eyes, pulled open the hook, and unzipped the
zipper.  The whole room had gone completely quiet.  Right
in the middle of 2nd period, the beautiful girl and top
student, Chiaki Shiraishi, was about to strip off her
skirt leaving her nether regions exposed to the whole
class.  The situation was so erotic it was scary.  Even
the girls were watching, filled with excited curiosity as
Chiaki prepared to bare her body.  Once she'd got the
zipper down, they could see the white skin of her hips
peeking out.

'No!  No!' she sobbed in silent despair.  She quickly
pulled the two sides of the seam back together, but then
realized there was no point.  Soon she'd have to show them
a lot more than just her hip.  'Do I really have to go
through with this?'  She looked around, but everyone was
just looking at her with bated breath.  The boys were half
drooling and the girls had this look of disgust and
prurient curiosity.  It was obvious that if she didn't go
through with this, she'd really be asking for trouble.

Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder.  It was Kazuhiko
just grinning at her, not saying anything.  He didn't
threaten her; he just sat there grinning innocently.  In
his eyes though, she could see he was pushing her to hurry
up.

She reached around behind her, and took hold of the
waistband of her skirt from the back.  Making sure that
Ito was still writing on the board, she slowly pulled her
skirt down.  Because she didn't have any underwear on, her
bare bottom started to slide into view.  She could hear
the guys behind her gulping as the crack of her bum slid
out.  Even the boys sitting in front took advantage of
Ito's inattention to turn around, and watch her.

With her bum already half uncovered, Chiaki bit her lip,
and raised her ass off her chair.  'Now what do I do?  If
I pull my skirt down while I'm crouching here like this,
everyone will see.'  Even though she'd more or less
resolved to go through with it, she had trouble getting up
the nerve.  Suddenly, she felt the jab of a sharp pencil
on her shoulder.  It was Kazuhiko again urging her on.

"OK, OK, I know," she whispered, glancing back at him.  At
the end of her nerves, she finally just thought 'to heck
with it,' and pulled her skirt straight down.  The skirt
fell to around her knees, and her hips were now naked. 
Because she didn't have any panties on, there was now
nothing covering her lower body at all.  She sat back
down, and pressed her legs tightly together, but those
behind her could see her bum, and some of the boys in
front could see her little triangle of black pubic hair. 
Her desk was the only thing blocking their view at all.

Even the boys who couldn't see her directly looked excited
as they looked at her blushing face, and used their
imaginations.  Feeling the voltage in the classroom
rising, Chiaki let go of her skirt, and covered up her
pussy and ass with her hands.  'I can't take much more of
this.  I can't,' she sobbed to herself.

Suddenly, Kazuhiko started coughing, and soon everyone was
joining in.  If Chiaki didn't do something fast, Ito would
probably stop writing on the board, and turn around to see
what the fuss was all about.  Even if he did turn around,
he still probably wouldn't be able to see Chiaki's hips
because her desk was in the way.  But if he by chance
decided to come down off the dais... just thinking of it
gave Chiaki the shivers.  There was nothing she could do
now about her classmates looking, but she would do
anything to avoid letting any of her teachers see her like
this.

Hoping to get everyone to stop coughing, she lifted her
hands away from her privates.  The feeling of the air
swirling around her bare midriff only made her all the
more aware of what a humiliating situation she was in. 
Her face was so red anyone who saw her might think she was
burning up with fever.  Doing her best to ignore the
feeling of intense embarrassment that was gripping her,
she bent down, and gathered up her skirt from around her
ankles.  She quickly covered her pubic hair with her right
hand, and then passed the skirt back to Kazuhiko with her
left.  She moved her hand back to re-cover the crack of
her bum.  Kazuhiko whispered in her ear.

"Wow!  I never dreamed you'd actually go through with it. 
You're a lot braver than I thought.  How does it feel to
be sitting in class half naked?"

She glanced back at him, and frowned.  'Brave?  You're the
one who made me do this!'  She was so ashamed she couldn't
stop her body from quivering.

"Anyway, you'd better take some notes.  I wouldn't want
you to fall behind because of this."

She shook her head.  There was no way she was going to
move her hands.  If she did everyone would be able to see
her.

"Or do you want me to tell Ito you don't think his class
is important enough to keep notes?  He might get
offended."

Chiaki wanted to argue back, but instead she just bit her
lip.

"Oh by the way, if you don't get every last word up on the
board there down in your notebook, our deal is off."

She raised her eyebrows.  'What?  What about my panties?'

To be continued

Don Gordon
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