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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode II - School Pride
Part: 18 of 44
Summary: Rachel's spiral of arousal and embarrassment continues with
school pride day.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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   The early morning traffic was pretty light even on the main road.  The
boys across the parking lot were jumping and hollering to get the attention
of drivers.  Rachel wasn't about to jump around like that in her current
state.  Fortunately just by standing there wearing nothing but a sign
around her neck, Rachel attracted more attention than anything the boys
could have done.  Plenty of cars slowed down to figure out what she was
doing out there.  She earned some honks but most drivers spent so long
studying her body, they never got to the sign.  Ellie suggested they split
up to `maximize exposure'.
   After and hour the southern sun cooked off the morning clouds and it
started to get hot.  The breeze died.  Another concern hit Rachel.  If she
was going to stand out here all day she had to do something to protect her
skin.  Another crisis caused by lack of planning.
   **How stupid can you be not to bring sunscreen?
   The other swimmers didn't worry about sunscreen this late in the summer.
They all had a nice summer tan.  But Rachel's tender skin was still white
from training indoors all summer.  She chastised her lack of forethought as
she stood there.  Normally, she would plan ahead and be prepared for
something as obvious as a sunburn.  Lately her life had turned into one
emergency after another.
   She wondered why over the past few days she hadn't been able to think
past the immediate situation.  She wasn't sleeping or eating well.  Maybe
her hunger had something to do with it.  She looked down at her maturing
teenage body.  The answer was standing right in front of her face; a
different kind of hunger.  Ever since her hormones drove her into the
hallway of Eric's house two days ago, her body's needs had ruled every
thought or decision.
   She was a slave to her own body.  She desperately wanted to regain some
self control, but didn't know how.  If her body got pleasure in exposing
itself to others, she did it.  She was just along for the humiliating ride.
How else could she explain standing on a busy road in broad daylight
wearing nothing over her nakedness but a flimsy sign?
   Another honk.  This time a car full of teenage boys.  They yelled at
Rachel to take the sign off.  She pressed her flat glove tighter over her
pussy and made sure the sign was still in place.  Her skin was glistening
with sweat.  She needed relief from the oven she was standing in.  But if
she walked around to create a breeze her sign was sure to expose her.  She
looked back at Ellie who was bouncing around and entertaining cars down the
other street; doing her part to bring in traffic.  She looked the other way
toward the boy's corner and spotted a big oak tree half way between. 
Rachel didn't hesitate.  She had to get out of this oven, so she made her
way to the tree.
   The temperature dropped ten degrees when she stepped under the shade. 
Rachel had made the right decision.  She picked a comfortable spot to stand
and turned her attention back to her humiliating assignment.  It was now
mid morning and the road was packed with cars.  Beside the grocery store
behind her, there was a mall with a theater across the street.  She dreamed
about being a normal student going to the mall on a Saturday morning to
shop for clothes, instead of standing across the street in no clothes. 
There was plenty of time to daydream as she stood under the tree.  She
still got honks and even occasionally waved back.  This was not exactly her
ideal Saturday but she would make the most of it.  She could handle a
little exposure for one day if it meant helping the swim team.
   **Represent yourself with pride in everything you do.
   As Rachel got more comfortable, she even started yelling at cars and
waiving them in.  She still kept one glove over her private parts and kept
her bare bottom facing away from the street, but she felt like she was
finally contributing to her team.  As the morning wore on she even started
to enjoy it.
   She still wasn't sure about the idea of going to a movie in her suit,
but she would have to deal with that later.  Once again the need to plan
ahead got pushed aside to deal with the task at hand.  Of course, she could
only dedicate a little concentration toward any task.  Her body dominated
the rest of her focus.  Every movement had to be carefully coordinated to
keep her covers in place.  It was a wonder Rachel was able to bring any
cars in.  Sadly, Rachel was so focused on bringing cars in without giving
them a free peep show; she didn't notice where the cars were going.  She
had moved so far down the street, her cars were turning into the boy's side
to get a wash.  She was helping the boys win without even realizing it.
   After a few hours Coach Ron made the rounds to check on all the
stations. He had to smile when he got to Rachel he saw her enthusiastically
working the crowd.  He was disappointed to see that she had found a way to
mostly cover herself.  But the sight of her bottom was a pretty good
consolation as he came up behind her.
   "How are things going in the advertising department?"
   Rachel jumped at the voice behind her.  She instinctively turned toward
Coach Ron so he wouldn't see her naked backside.  Then she heard several
appreciative honks from the street and quickly turned back around.  She had
just given some lucky drivers a great view of her tight teenage ass.  She
had no choice but to let Coach Ron look.
   "Hi Coach" was all she could say as she tried to recompose herself.
   Coach Ron took a moment to study the girl before he spoke again.  Her
bare skin was glowing with perspiration.  He couldn't wait to get her
working out on some of the swim training machines.  "Do you need anything,
Rachel?"
   "Um, it's getting pretty hot out here." She reached up to wipe the sweat
from her forehead causing her breasts to rise seductively under the sign.
Her nipples threatened to make an appearance "...and I don't have any
sunscreen."
   "Why aren't you rotating stations with the other girls?  Are you too
good at this job?" He winked knowing that when it came to drawing
attention, nothing compared to Rachel's nude body.
   "I can't do the other jobs because of my uniform.  These gloves..."
   Coach Ron frowned at her with seriousness.  "Show me your gloves." That
order meant showing a lot more than her gloves.  Rachel hesitated before
turning half way from the street and obeying.  Coach Ron had already seen
everything before, but she still pressed her legs together to hide her
lower lips as much as possible.  She held her hands out with the palms up
so he could see them.  Coach Ron pretended to study the gloves when
actually he was studying the exposed part of her smooth pussy lips.  Rachel
squirmed under his gaze, but stood still until the examination was
complete.
   "You haven't been taking care of your equipment, Rachel.  These
synthetic gloves are meant to be worn only in the water.  Look at this! 
There are scuffs all over them."
   "What are you talking about?" Rachel looked at the gloves.  Besides a
little dirt, she could only find one or two scratches.
   "Didn't you read the care instructions?"
   **Uh oh** She shook her head.  Rachel hated screwing up.  She especially
hated being scolded.
   "Take them off and give them to me" there was admonition in his voice.
   "Yes, sir" This time she obeyed immediately.  She tried to satisfy Coach
Ron's request quickly in order to hopefully avoid further rebuke.
   Something clicked in Coach Ron's mind as he watched Rachel's shaking
hands struggle to get the gloves off.  Her personality caused her to yield
to anyone in authority.  That was why she had worn the suit in the first
place when almost no other students dared.
   He was in a position of authority over her as her head swim coach.  But
how much control did he really have?  He came up with a little experiment
on the spot to test his theory.  Without warning grabbed her by the waist
with both hands and spun her around in place before taking the gloves.  She
was now mooning the street much to the enjoyment of the passing motorists.
Rachel jumped a little when his hands touched her skin but stayed exactly
how he had placed her.
   "When not in use, your gloves are to be stowed behind you like this." As
he stepped behind her and clipped the gloves to the loop in her belt, he
grazed the smooth skin of her lower back with his hands.  This time she
didn't react to his touch.  She was obviously stunned by the revelation
about her suit.
   **RACHEL!  You idiot!
   Coach Ron clipped the gloves neatly to Rachel's belt.  They hung down
behind her and perfectly matched the curve of her bottom; one glove resting
on each cheek.  He wasn't done chastising her quite yet "Young lady, I
wasn't just joking when I said `Represent yourself with pride in everything
you do'.  I expect you to take the same pride in your uniform as you do in
the team.  That includes taking the time to learn proper care and cleaning.
Do you have pride in your uniform, Rachel?"
   Rachel was amazed at her own stupidity as she twisted around to study
the gloves resting on her bottom.  It took her a moment to hear Coach Ron's
question before she quickly answered "Yes, Sir.  I am very proud of myself,
my uniform and my team."
   "That's more like it" Coach Ron smiled his approval and gave two pats to
the lower curve of her bare bottom just below where the gloves were
hanging. He had been waiting for a chance to experience that again and her
body did not disappoint.  He considered his little experiment a success. 
If he used this power carefully he could probably get her to do anything.
Coach Ron could have happily ended the encounter right there.  But he was
having so much fun with the girl; he just had to push the experiment a
little further...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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