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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode II - School Pride
Part: 29 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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   Rachel had to circumvent the changing area.  She didn't want to engage
those shoppers again.  So she picked an alternate route through the bedding
department and slowly worked her way back toward the clearance racks.  She
had to duck behind some displays a few times to avoid shoppers, but the
worst part was crossing the main walkway.  She was in perfect position and
thought the coast was clear but just as she started across a store employee
several aisles away noticed her and came to assist.
   Rachel saw him coming with resolve and had to think of something
quickly. He looked to be middle aged.  If he caught her walking around in
one of the store dresses she would probably be in a little trouble.  But
once he saw the store panties bunched around her legs he would likely
consider her a shoplifter and her troubles would multiply.  She couldn't
run away.  That would be too suspicious.  She had to act like a regular
customer.
   Her best chance was to find a legitimate excuse cover up.  Rachel looked
around wildly for anything that could help.  There were sheets hanging on a
display showing all the different designs.  She could wrap herself in one.
But that would be very suspicious.  She peeked back around the corner.  He
smiled at her.  He was now only three aisles away and clearly coming to
help her.  Rachel backed down her aisle and took one last look around. 
Across the way behind her were several bedding displays.  They weren't real
beds, but made up to show how the bedspreads and accessories coordinated.
   It was her last hope.  Rachel dove into the closest fake bed and pulled
the covers up over her as the employee rounded the aisle.  She tried to
hide the terror she felt of almost being caught.  His smile disappeared
when he saw her laying on the display.
   "Can I help you, ma'm?"
   **Just act normal.  You belong here.
   "No...thank you.  I'm just shopping for bed spreads."
   He suspected something was up but maintained his professional attitude.
"These displays aren't meant for people to lay on them."
   Rachel's heart started pounding.  If he made her get up her cover would
be blown, literally!  She took up an indignant tone of `the shopper is
always right' and said "How else will I know how it looks from this angle?"
She felt something between her legs.  One of her hands had instinctively
gone down there to as a defense mechanism.  The other hand held the covers
up under her chin.  She pretended to study the design on the bedspread as
if she did this type of thing every day.  She didn't dare look him in the
eye.
   After a few moments he seemed to accept her odd statement.  He left her
alone but hovered a few aisles over.  He would wait her out and confront
her when she got up.  He had a right not to trust such suspicious behavior.
Rachel was uncomfortable under the thick layers of the exhibit.  Besides a
full sheet and blanket set, there was the comforter and several pillows. 
Her body heat contributed to the raised temperature.  But she didn't dare
move a muscle to get more comfortable.
   The only thing that moved was the hand between her legs.  Once the
immediate danger had passed it inevitably adjusted its mission to one of
pleasure.  It was a most improper thing to be doing at that moment but for
some reason she didn't desist.  Under so many layers she found she could do
it without attracting attention.  With her panties lowered her fingers had
direct access to their destination.  She even impressed herself with how
well she kept the look of a discerning shopper on her face while the
lascivious action proceeded underneath.
   As she worked her body over Rachel had a revelation.  Instead of working
her into a hormonal frenzy like normal, this session had a relaxing effect
on her.  Her body was a pressure cooker.  Without relief, it continually
drove her into many humiliating situations.  But she now saw she could
regulate the passion, even in a public place without the embarrassing
noises that accompanied a climax.  She was using masturbation to let off
steam.  She had stumbled upon a way to perform a silent bate session while
giving the appearance of complete calm.
   Rachel suspected it had something to do with the fact that her nipples
were in no way involved in the session.  They were safely confined within
the dress.  She had tried to bate quietly in the past but her nipples
always betrayed her.  The only thing missing from this new method was a
climax.  It was like she had denied her body its desired release for so
long it was now willing to accept satisfaction in any form; even if it was
less effective and without climax.  She could still feel her teenage
hormones surging through her but in a more controllable state.  She would
gladly trade the occasional climax in exchange for regaining dominion over
her sexual urges.  It might turn out to be a problem down the road, but for
now she was happy with the results.
   Her clouded mind started to clear and she calmly removed her hand from
between her legs.  It didn't put up a fight like times past.  Even that was
a big accomplishment.  Now that she was able to think clearly she soon came
up with a simple but elegant solution to the immediate problem of the
hovering employee.  She called him over.
   "Sir!  Do you have this bedding set in California king size?" she
figured he would not know the answer to such an unusual question.  And she
turned out to be right.  He thought for a moment then said, "I don't think
so.  We usually don't stock that size.  I'll have to go check in the stock
room."
   "OK, I'll wait here" She gave him her brightest smile as she lied
through her teeth.  As soon as he was out of range Rachel jumped out of
bed; congratulating her ingenuity.  Then she looked down at her dress
again.
   **Oh God.  How did I get stuck wearing this stupid outfit?
   She pulled her panties off and tucked them under a fold in her dress. 
She would rather be exposed and able to move quickly than stumbling around
with her panties around her thighs.  She started back toward the clearance
racks with more confidence.  Her silly appearance was a problem and the
only solution was to not get caught.  With catlike stealth she avoided
further contact until she was almost back to the racks.  Eric's mom saw her
approaching.
   "Rachel, where have you been?  I've been looking everywhere."
   "It's a long story."
   "Well whatever happened, we don't have much time left.  The store is
closing." She took one look at the dress and added "Oh that will never do.
Let's get back to the changing station.  I have some better options."
   Rachel allowed herself to be led back to the station.  At least this
time she felt like she had some more control.  She still had to try on
outfits behind a tiny curtain in the kiddie section but she was determined
to do it on her own terms.
   She found the package of panties and stuffed her pair back in.  "Mrs. 
G. These panties are too small.  Could you go to the older girls section
and get me a few pair and maybe some bras to try on?"
   Eric's mom looked her up and down with a look of derision on her face.
She took the package and handed Rachel another dress "I'll see what I can
do.  But you really need to stay close by this time and don't run off.  I
can't help you if you don't follow instructions."
   Rachel nodded and ducked back into the booth.  This new dress ought to
be a better fit.  She couldn't wait to get the current dress off for good
but she waited until Eric's mom was out of sight before continuing.  This
time she was going to strip on her own terms.  Unfortunately her newfound
confidence was crushed by what happened next...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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