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Subject: {ASSM} Good Girls Bad Boys: a Japanese high school story 5 {Don Gordon} (fm+ exhib voy blackmail)
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Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2004 00:10:04 -0500
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Good girls, bad boys: a Japanese high school story 5
By Don Gordon

The story so far: Chiaki Shiraishi had it all.  She was
smart, goodlooking, 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 Chiaki-hater 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 strip off her blouse and bra while standing on
her desk.  Kazuhiko gave her a small tight blouse to wear,
and in the middle of Mr. Ito's class, he finally offered
to give back her panties, but only if she took her skirt
off first.  Seeing no choice, Chiaki complied, and all the
boys go wild as she sits there covering her naked ass and
pussy with her hands.  Kazuhiko has just sent her a
message tellng her to make sure she copies down all of Mr.
Ito's notes from the board or else.


Chiaki's eyes went wide in shock.  What?  Does he mean he
won't give me my panties back?  She gulped, and quickly,
moved her left hand around to the front leaving her naked
bum completely exposed.  She carefully covered her
delicate little pussy with her hand, and picked up her pen
with her right.  She felt so incredibly embarrassed with
practically the whole class now staring at her naked bum
and hips.  She tried to start copying down the notes, but
her notebook just slid along the slippery desk.  She
looked down at her slender left hand, the only thing
covering her now naked virgin pussy.  As much as she hated
to, she realized she'd have to use both hands or else she
wouldn't be able to write anything.  She closed her legs
as tightly as she could, and then lifted her other hand up
to hold the notebook steady, leaving her sweet pussy
completely exposed to teh voracious gaze of all her
classmates.

In the classroom, the only sounds that could be heard were
Ito scribbling on the blackboard and his droning voice.  A
class full of students sat there dutifully taking down
notes.  It was a scene like almost every other day.  The
only difference was the cutest girl in the class - some
would say in the whole school - had taken off her panties
and skirt, and was sitting there without a thread to cover
her naked torso.  Chiaki pursed her lips, and was doing
her best to remake her face into its regular calm visage. 
A passerby who just glanced in might not even realize what
was really going on.

But to the other students, this was perhaps the most
exciting development yet.  Those behind her stared in
wonder at her cute little ass.  Those beside her ogled her
thighs, while those in front peered back at her delicious
little triangle of carefully groomed pubic hair.  As
embarrassed as she was by all this staring, she couldn't
even cover up.  Ito repeatedly filled up the board, and
erased it only to immediately start writing again.  It was
all she could do just to keep up.  She wrote as fast as
she could, trying to look calm, but acutely aware that all
she had on below her waist was her black leather shoes and
calf-high white socks.  'Anyway, unless I hurry, and
finish these notes, I'll never be able to cover up.'

Suddenly, an eraser came bouncing past her on the floor to
her right.  It stopped next to Yuusuke's text in the row
ahead of hers.  She noticed, but didn't have time to worry
about it.  But then in her shoulder, she felt the stab of
Kazuhiko's pen.

"Hey, Chiaki, can you pass me back my eraser?  I dropped
it."

"Oh, please!  Get Yuusuke to pick it up," she whispered
back as quietly as she could.  The last thing she wanted
was for Ito to hear.

"Aw, c'mon.  Do me a favor, and pick it up, will ya?" he
paused to think a second.  "Or maybe I should ask old man
Ito to pick it up for me.  He'd be in for quite a
surprise, now wouldn't he?"

The students sitting nearby all perked up, having noticed
the eraser, and realized what Kazuhiko was up to.  Yuusuke
was just ignoring the eraser, pretending to be too busy
taking notes.  Anyway, she had to get back to taking
notes, or else Kazuhiko might not even give her her
panties back.  Covering her pussy with her left hand and
her bum with her right, she slid off her chair, and
squatted down in the aisle.  She covered up as best she
could, but her blouse was so short it provided no cover at
all for her creamy white hips.

All the guys in the class had long lusted after Chiaki,
but seeing her squatting there, her gorgeous hips
completely exposed was like a dream come true.  It made
them all want to tease her, to savor her humiliation even
more.

Chiaki was painfully aware that everyone was staring at
her bum, but she had to move on of her hands to pick up
the eraser.  She quickly reached forward with her right
hand leaving her lovely round behind uncovered.

Just at that second, Yuusuke stuck out his leg, and kicked
the eraser another few feet forward.  Chiaki was so
surprised she lost her balance, and fell forward.  She put
her hands out, and landed on all fours.

"Whoa man!"

"Holy Jesus!"

"Ohmigod!  What an ass!" her classmates gasped.  Their
eyes went wide in shock, stunned to see her kneeling there
bare-assed, sticking her cute little ass and her delicate
pussy up in the air for all to see.  And look they did,
mercilessly lapping up the wondrous sight.

Chiaki was mortified, but she quickly crawled forward, and
grabbed the eraser, speeding back to her desk.  Overcome
with humiliation at having flashed her most private parts
in the middle of class, and still unable to cover them up,
she stared down at her desk, trying to keep from crying. 
'I just have to make it through this class.  I have to
forget about my clothes, and concentrate.'  But the
feeling of the cold seat on her naked bum made it
impossible to forget, no matter how much she wanted to. 
Her face was burning bright red.

Kazuhiko didn't even pause.  He tossed his eraser down the
aisle on the other side.

"Woops.  I dropped it again.  Chiaki, could you be a dear,
and fetch it for me?"

Chiaki stared back at him, but quickly scampered down to
retrieve it giving the students on the other side a nice
long look at her naked ass in the process.

There were only ten minutes left in class.  'Oh, please,
Kazuhiko, give me my clothes back soon,' she prayed.  'I
can't take much more of this.'  She was so embarrassed her
whole body was shaking like a leaf.  Kazuhiko was enjoying
himself too much to stop now.  He whipped off another
note, and tossed it forward.  Chiaki looked down at it in
despair.  'What else could he possibly make me do?'

"Nice work!  You've got a magnificent butt, do you know
that?  Really sexy.  But do you think you could do me
another favor?  Ask Ito some kind of question?  It really
gets to me the way he ignores us all the time.  I know you
know this stuff cold, so make it a real tough one.  It'd
better be good."

Chiaki finished reading.  She honestly felt like crying. 
'If Ito finds out I'm sitting here in such indecent
attire, I'll die.  I could never face him again.'  She
really felt like this was one demand she'd have to refuse.
 But if she said no, Kazuhiko would just come up with
something even more humiliating.

The next time Ito paused, Chiaki raised her hand.  Her
body flushed hot as her classmtes looked on in amazement. 
There she was sitting in class half naked, and she
actually had the nerve to put up her hand!

"Mr. Ito, I have a question," she announced, her voice
wavering unsteadily.  'Please don't turn around,' she
silently prayed.

The timid Ito almost jumped in surprise.  He stopped
writing, and slowly turned to face the class.  He visibly
winced when he realized it was Chiaki, the best student in
the whole school.  "Yes, Miss Shiraishi, what is it?"

Chiaki licked her lips nervously, and then went on.

"I wanted to ask about the influence of the French
revolution on the one in the States."

Ito was standing directly in front of her, so he couldn't
see under her desk with the other students in the way. 
'Just stay there,' she prayed.  If he moved off to the
side, or worse yet asked her to stand up, it would be game
over.  Chiaki strained to look calm, but she couldn't stop
quivering.  Her classmates looked on in fascinated
amusement as she asked this difficult question with this
prim and proper look on her face, even though they could
all see her gorgeous naked hips beneath her desk.

Ito was so puzzled by her question he didn't notice her
strangely small blouse nor the weird tension in the air. 
Unsure how to answer, he just stood there pondering the
matter for a moment.

"Hmm.  I only have a broad idea, so how about I bring in
some material tomorrow?  Would that do?"

"Oh, that's fine," she blurted out, relieved.  But then
suddenly a boy off at the side called out,

"Oh, I found the answer here in this book."  It was
Yamanaka, who sat in the front row left corner.  He was a
good student, and that day, he just happened to be
carrying an advanced university exam prep book.  Ito
started to write on the board again, but he couldn't very
well just ignore Yamanaka.

"Really?" he exclaimed walking over towards Yamanaka's
desk.

"Oh no!" Chiaki let out a cry.  Ito probably wouldn't be
able to see her from where Yamanaka was sitting, but he
might catch a glimpse on his way over.  She quickly
covered her crotch with her hand, but this did nothing to
cover her naked hips.  She felt like the whole world was
about to crash down upon her.  Luckily, Ito kept looking
straight at Yamanaka.

"Yes, you're right.  Basically..."

Chiaki nodded attentively as Ito went on to explain.  She
already knew the answer in the first place.  She just
hoped he would hurry up, and go back to writing on the
board.  When he finally finished, he turned his back to
them, and started writing on the board again.  Chiaki
heaved a deep sigh of relief.  She glared over at
Yamanaka, who had obviously called Ito over on purpose
just to embarrass her.  How could he betray her like that?
 He was one of the better students in the class.  Had she
no friends at all?

With five minutes to go, Kazuhiko put up his hand.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ito, can I be excused?  I just remembered
I have to pick up some stuff for gym class."

The hair on the back of Chiaki's neck bristled. 
'Kazuhiko, you can't leave.  I have to get my panties and
skirt back from you first.'  Ito nodded.  Kazuhiko puts
his hands together in apology to Chiaki, and whispered,

"Don't worry.  I'll be back soon," and then dashed out the
door, taking his bag with him.  'Oh god, I hope he left my
panties and skirt in his desk,' she prayed.  Class finally
ended, but Yamanaka went up, and started talking with Ito.
 Chiaki wanted to get up, and look for her clothes, but
she couldn't very well do that with Ito still standing
right there.  The boys in the class all gathered around
her, so she went back to covering her pussy and bum with
her hands.

"Chiaki, that was amazing, flashing us your pussy when you
went for the eraser!"

"And even asking old man Ito a question.  What nerve!"

"Shhh!  He'll hear you," she whispered nodding towards
Ito.

"Why'd you do it?  Why'd you take off your skirt in the
first place?  What a cocktease you are, man!  We never
realized you were so hot to trot," the boy babbled on, all
excited.

"Chiaki, I didn't get to see you when you went for the
eraser.  Here, move your hands, and give us all another
peek," another boy begged her.  Ito finally left, and she
got up to check Kazuhiko's desk.  She bent over to peer
inside, but she was having trouble keeping her pussy
covered.

"Whoa!" they all cried as she almost moved her hand. 
There was no sign of her clothes.  Kazuhiko must have
stuffed them in his bag.  Now what was she supposed to do?
 She had to go to gym class, but she couldn't go out in
the hall without her skirt.  Already, there were other
students outside in the hall looking in.  She sat down
again trying to hide.  There must be another class in here
after ours, so they're just waiting for us to clear out.

"Can someone lend me a towel or something?  I've got to
get to my locker to get my gym stuff," she pleaded.

The other girls had left already, scandalized by Chiaki's
brazenness, and none of the boys seemed to want to let her
cover up.  They were all enjoying looking at her too much.

"I've got a better idea.  Why don't you take off that
blouse?  You're almost naked anyway."

There was no reasoning with them.  Her only hope was
Kazuhiko.  He'd better come back soon.  Minutes ticked by,
and soon it was getting time for the next class.

"C'mon Chiaki.  We've got to get to gym class.  We'll
protect you."

She tried to think what to do.  If she didn't go soon, the
bell would ring, and a whole new class of students would
come in.  Maybe she would have to go with these guys. 
Finally, Kazuhiko appeared.

"What on earth were you doing?" she demanded, half frantic
by then.

"I had to buy some baby oil and some navy latex paint. 
C'mon, we'd better go down to the boys' changing room to
do this."

"Do what?  Where's my skirt?"

"Let me see your notebook."

"What?"

"I told you if you didn't write down every last word, the
deal was off.  But don't worry.  I've  got an even better
plan.  Latex bloomers."  Bloomers are the tightfitting
navy red or pink gym shorts that Japanese school girls
always wear for phys. ed.  Chiaki just stared at him in
disbelief.

"C'mon we've got to hurry.  Hey guys, everyone grab a hold
of Chiaki's hips there.  We've got to hide the fact that
she's bare-assed till we get her down to the change
rooms."

They all darted their hands in, grabbing her buttocks or
fingering her crotch.

"Kyaa!" she squealed, startled at the sudden stimulation. 
She ran away, and covered her privates again herself. 
"Just give me my skirt back."

"No can do.  I already put it in my locker.  I guess we'll
have to do it here.  Here move your hands, and bend over."

"What are you going to do?"

"Rub baby oil on your ass and pussy.  It'll make it easier
to get the paint off later."

To be continued

Don Gordon
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