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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode II - School Pride
Part: 20 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 cold air conditioned store raised goose bumps all over her skin as
Rachel entered the supermarket.  Without thinking, she stuck her hand
between her legs to provide their customary cover.  That was a mistake. 
The glove had been a great cover for her pussy.  Her fingers were better at
serving a different purpose down there.  Her legs buckled as her fingers
slipped right past her outer lips and settled on her clitoris.
   "YYYYAAAAAGHHHH!" She let out a scream and fell to the ground.
   A little old lady had just finished her shopping and was pushing her
cart out the door.  She saw the naked girl on the ground pleasuring
herself. She gave Rachel a look of disapproval and mumbled the word
"disgraceful" but kept walking.
   Rachel swore at herself and struggled back to her feet.  She grabbed a
cart and firmly placed both hands on the bar to keep them out of trouble.
Then she started shopping.
   **Just find the freaking sunscreen and get out of here.
   The first aisle she entered contained one person.  A cute guy was
stocking the shelves.  Normally Rachel would check him out.  Maybe even
flirt a little by asking where something was.  But today she just quickly
walked past as he looked her up and down.  It was the same routine the
whole shopping trip.  Every eye followed her down the aisles as she
searched in vain for the sunscreen.
   After searching over half the store she broke down and asked an
employee. The lady looked her over and said "You're with that swim team out
back, aren't you?  Is this some kind of hazing?"
   Rachel wanted to represent with pride, but it was too embarrassing to
tell the lady this was actually her uniform.  She nodded with a smile.
   "OK come with me.  I think we sell three different brands of sunblock."
The lady led Rachel straight to the correct section where sure enough there
were the three brands.  Rachel shuddered involuntarily when she saw one of
them.  It was the same tanning oil Eric had loaned her two days ago.  She
was absolutely not going to pick that one.  Of the other two, she grabbed
the one with the highest SPF and thanked the lady.  Now it was time for the
part she dreaded most.
   **OK.  That wasn't so bad.  Now just checkout and it will be over.  Be
proud of yourself and act like you belong.  Don't draw attention to your
body.
   The checkout area was the busiest part of the store.  Clerks and lines
of shoppers alike turned to look as the naked girl approached.  She didn't
want to stand in line.  The clerks were mostly her age and a mix of guys
and girls.  Fortunately Rachel spotted a self-checkout station and rushed
over to it.  Happy that her ordeal was almost over and that she wouldn't
have to interact with any of the clerks; Rachel flashed the bottle of
lotion over the scanner.  A weird beep erupted from the station.  All
activity around them stopped and stared at her.
   Rachel didn't know what she had just done.  All she knew was that she
had just given everyone an excuse to stare at her.  It was too much.  Her
pride faltered and she resorted to covering up.  The beeping continued for
20 seconds before an assistant manager approached her.  He was a pimply kid
about Rachel's age.  He stared at her through his thick glasses.  There was
pure hunger in his eyes as he probed the cracks between her fingers. 
"Hello sweetie.  What seems to be the problem?"
   Rachel was hoping to not have to talk to him, but he wasn't going to let
her off the hook.  She wanted to yell at him.  How was she supposed to know
what was wrong with the machine?
   "I...I don't know.  It just started beeping."
   He took the bottle then started punching buttons on the screen.  The
beeping stopped.  "You can't buy this legally without identification.  Do
you have an ID?" He scanned over naked body as if he was helping her find
the missing ID.
   **DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE A FREAKING ID?
   She wanted to scream in frustration, but managed to calmly say "No".
   "We have other brands that don't require ID.  You should get one of
those."
   Rachel didn't thank him.  She just turned and walked back down the
aisle. Activity didn't resume until she was out of sight.  The assistant
manager just said "wow" to himself and went to get a copy of today's
security tapes.
   Back in front of the tanning shelf, Rachel wanted to die.  She didn't
feel proud.  She didn't feel confident.  She felt exposed, and embarrassed,
and aroused.  She looked around to make sure no one was watching.  She
massaged her breasts for just a moment then quickly grabbed the next bottle
of sun block.  She was about to walk away when something made her look
back. Another setback.  The second bottle of lotion was almost twice as
expensive as the others.  She didn't have enough money.  Rachel wasn't
about to go back to Coach Ron and ask for more.  She shuddered again as she
was forced to take the tanning oil of the shelf and walk back to the
register.
   This time the alarms didn't go off and Rachel made it out of the store.
Ellie was waiting for her back at the carwash station.  She had her gloves
attached behind her as well.  Her sign was gone too leaving her chest bare,
but she didn't seem bothered by it.  Rachel had Ellie apply the oil to her
back but was able to do the rest herself.  She was all right as long as she
didn't think about Eric too much.  Now that she was oiled up with free
hands, Rachel was ready to contribute to washing cars.  But something came
up before she even got started...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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