
Nanny3: Back to School 6/14 (Ff+/F, reluc) by LCDRJMC and
Greatness


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Part 6

* * * *

As Athena moved behind the counter, she jumped when she felt
something press against her bare vulva!  She glanced down and saw
that it was one of the spare pointers for teachers that were
always kept on the middle shelf.  This one was extending out from
the shelf and in her current state of befuddlement, thanks to
Paige, she had almost walked directly into it!  She looked down
and saw with horror how it was dangerously close to her precious
opening, the rubber tip pressing against her bare little mound,
the attached wooden shaft rising threateningly from the black
depths of the counter, almost as if it had been placed there
deliberately to reach up for her secret flesh!  

"Phew!" she breathed in relief.  "That was close."  If she had
been wearing a skirt, it would have gone right up underneath it!
She wondered who would do such a terrible thing to a girl and
decided to move it before someone did get caught on it.

Suddenly, the hall door to the administration office burst open
and a short, red-faced little man with only a few tired-looking
wisps of hair sticking up over an otherwise bald head entered the
room.

Athena's jaw dropped open as she recognized the editor of The
Free Press, Mr. Merryweather.  Her boss was standing right in
front of her and she was absolutely naked below her sweater!  "OH
MY GOD!" she thought.  "What in Hell is he doing here?" 

"Hi, sweetheart," the editor said in a very insincere manor.  The
editor was a bachelor of long standing and was unused to acting
the proud parent, or in this case, guardian.

"Why...why, Uncle E-Ed!  What are you doing here?" Athena
sputtered in surprise as she turned towards him and held out her
hands in front of her.  Confused, the editor assumed it was a
greeting and took both of her hands in his own.  Actually, Athena
was trying to tell him silently to go away.  She became as
confused as he was when he took her hands in his own, but as long
as she kept him on the other side of the counter she was safe!

As he approached her, Athena automatically crouched a little and
pressed her body firmly against the back of the counter, to hide
herself as much as possible.  Too late did she remember about the
pointer.

"Uuuhh!" she grunted as she inadvertently impaled herself upon
the rubber-tipped wooden shaft.  She fought to remember just how
much of the pointer extended beyond the edge of the shelf as she
felt what seem like miles and miles of it continue to fill her
sopping, pulsating cunt!  

Athena tried standing, but the deeply embedded pointer stayed
with her, while it's unintended movement inside her almost made
her want to purr with pleasure as the smooth wood rubbed against
the clasping, greedy muscles of her violated pussy.  As she
stared wide-eyed at her boss, Athena felt an insane desire to
cum.  Oh, God!  What had Paige done to her?  Her body felt so
ready right now, but ready for what?  She wanted more than
anything to fuck herself silly on this innocent shaft of wood. 
She felt close to panic as she tried to figure a way of freeing
herself from the lecherous pointer without letting her editor
know about her precarious half-dressed situation!

Feeling in desperate need to be in control once again, Athena
hissed angrily, "Get out of here, you stupid jerk!"

The editor's ruddy face colored an even deeper red.  He had been
angry before, but now he was furious.  This prima donna of a
reporter had nearly bankrupted the meager resources of The Free
Press with her outrageous demands for clothes and equipment, all
the while treating him like a lowly servant in the process.  For
the sake of the story he went along with it, but no longer!  This
junior reporter had pushed him around long enough! It was time
she learned who was the real boss here.

Athena felt herself being pulled forward, forcing her even
farther onto the deadly pointer.  She tried to break free, but
her editor was holding onto her with a grip of iron.  Caught on
the rough back edge of the counter top, the front of her abused
sweater was dragging down the more she was made to lean over the
top.  Athena knew she couldn't back away from him, or he might
see everything!  She could sense her sweater's front was going
lower and lower, exposing her unfettered breasts to her editor
more and more as she was made to lean farther over the counter! 
Also, the fabric moving over her breasts was causing her nipples
to react in the worst way!  The exquisite sensation as the
sweater's material rubbed the hard nubs of her breasts was making
it very hard for her to think at all!  The little devils were
practically forcing their way through the fine material.  They
were so stiff it brought tears to her eyes! 

She was almost laying flat across the counter top when he finally
stopped pulling.  

Oh God! She felt completely impaled on the pointer!  And her
chest!  It was terribly exposed!  Her golden cleavage was
displayed to just above her erect nipples, while the sweater had
ridden up to her waist!  She couldn't even use her hands to pull
it down, either.  Thank God the principal was out of her office,
otherwise she would surely die of shame if the woman ever caught
her like this.


"Don't you remember?  I told you that I wanted to volunteer to
help with the school's next fund raiser," the editor said loudly.
 He sounded wooden and artificial, a bad actor reading his lines.
 Mr. Merryweather looked at the obviously nervous woman and
started to wonder if something wasn't quite right with his young
reporter.  She was normally so calm and collected.  "I just love
a good pancake breakfast!"

"Let go!" Athena muttered angrily.  "That stupid breakfast's not
for another two months, you idiot!"  

She pulled frantically but he still refused to release his iron
grip on her hands.  She was still stretched over the counter top
and the ridiculous tug-of-war with her editor was causing the
highly sensitized tips of her  breasts to drag across the wood
counter top.  Even through the material of her pulled sweater,
the sensation on her erect nipples was maddening!  It made her
breathless and her toes curl!  Yet that was nothing compared what
the pointer was doing to her.  The slightest movement she made
caused her ready cunt  pulsate frantically around the wooden
shaft.  She desperately wanted to reach down and, ashamed at the
thought, use the pointer to make herself cum, but that was
impossible!  Athena could feel her vaginal fluids start to
trickle down her inner thighs and realized that unless she could
free herself very soon, she would lose it completely!

She finally noticed the determination on her editor's red face
and realized with a sinking feeling that the old fool wasn't
going anywhere until he got what he wanted, whatever that was.  

Athena stopped struggling and asked as calmly as she could,
"Would you...please let go of me?  What are you doing here,
anyway?"

"No, I am not letting go of you until you tell me just what the
devil is going on here.  You have been ignoring my pages again,
and I want to find out why," the editor said firmly.  "I paid
good money for that pager and I intend to use it."

"Pager?" Athena sputtered wildly.  She stifled a hysterical
laugh.  The idiot!  The stupid idiot!  All this trouble over that
silly pager!  How dare he put her through this just over broken
piece of crap!

"Moron!" she said with cool venom.  "Why, I haven't even had
any...oh my God!" Athena paled as she suddenly remembered about
her missing pager.  She had lost it after that terrible night at
Tara's home!  It must still be there!  Oh, no!  Now what was she
suppose to tell him?

****

The principal opened the door to the administration office a
crack and put an eye to the slit.  It was getting better.  Her
heart almost stopped beating as she looked at the rear of the
beautiful student leaning over the counter top.  Mrs. Nelson
couldn't believe it!  The perfect tanned buttocks looked so
inviting!  And as for that divine slit that lay nested deep
between those sculptured thighs...!  The principal's hand
trembled on the doorknob as her mind raced madly at the thought
of it, so vulnerable.

Why was she moving so oddly, though?  Like she was caught on
something.  "Oh, God!" the principal gasped gleefully when she
finally realized what had happened to the high and mighty Athena
Valentine.  "This is wonderful!  The pointer finally worked!"

That settled it!  She had to have her!  That was all there was to
it!  She had to have that beautiful half-naked student!  But now
Athena's busy-body of a guardian was here.  She knew of no
appointment for this morning, so he must have stopped by just to
see the girl.  Looking at the man, she couldn't fathom where
Athena got her good looks.  Athena's uncle was not the least bit
handsome.  Where Athena got her beautiful looks from was beyond
her.  But he was keeping her busy and that could be useful.  She
quickly made her plans. 

****

"Athena, isn't that sweater a bit tight?" the disapproving editor
asked.  With all the money the kid's spending on her wardrobe, he
wondered why is it was that every time he saw her, his only
investigative reporter always looked half-undressed?  This time
it was her bosoms!  They were practically falling out!  It was so
unseemly!

"No, you fool, it isn't!" Athena answered in her most snotty
voice, hoping it would quickly get her editor off that touchy
subject and onto something else.  But, of course, it backfired.

"Don't take that tone with me young lady, or I might just have to
put you over my knee right here, and give you a sound spanking!"

"Sorry, Sir," Athena said, in a much weaker voice.  Oh God!  And
with her naked below the waist and finally getting into the
pointer, too.  It felt so fine!  She wondered if anyone would
miss it if she took it home with her tonight.  But first, her
damn editor.  She had to get him out of here.  But how?

****

Mrs. Nelson decided it was time to join in the fun.  She put on
her best professional manner, opened the door and strode briskly
into the room.  

"Good morning, Sir," said the principal.  "I'm sorry if you've
been waiting long to see me, but my staff failed to tell me that
you were out here."

At the sound of the voice, Athena's world stopped.  The problem
with her editor paled to insignificance at the hideous fact of
the principal's presence behind her.  Behind her!  BEHIND HER!! 

Waves of humiliation washed over the reporter!  It was bad enough
to be caught in various states of undress by the students, but to
be caught by the school's principal...!  Her cute bare butt was
completely exposed, not to mention her bare pussy and its new
friend the pointer.  Athena's only desire at this time was to
sink into the floor and disappear forever.  After a morning full
of terrible shocks, she had reached the end.  As the blood
drained from her head, Athena felt consciousness slipping from
her.  

With a soft moan, Athena Valentine slumped across the counter top
in a dead faint!  The surprised editor found himself holding onto
his unconscious reporter to prevent her from slipping off the
counter top.

"Oh, dear me," the editor muttered.  "Athena?" he called softly
as he gently squeezed the unconscious reporter's hands.  "Athena,
what's going on?"  Getting no response, he looked to the slightly
smiling principal standing behind Athena and said weakly,"Help?"

"Of course," said the principal.  "Probably just one of those
feminine things that happen.  Just hold her for a moment, will
you?  And keep talking to her.  That's important."

"Sure," said a very nervous Mr. Merryweather.  "Athena?  Oh,
Athena?  She...she doesn't answer, Mrs. Nelson."

As the editor talked to the unconscious reporter, Mrs. Nelson
knelt down behind the counter and worked the pointer into the
defenseless girl's crotch.  

"That's all right," Mrs. Nelson said.  "Just keep watching her. 
Look for a reaction."

"What kind of reaction?"

"Anything at all."

"Okay."

As she played with the pointer with her right hand, the
principal's left hand wasted no time in tracing the delightful
contours of the helpless senior.  The hand ran from the glorious
globes of the firm, jutting buttocks to the length of the
sculptured legs.  But it was the tiny puckered anus which
interested her hand the most.  She had definite plans for that!

"Anything?" Mrs. Nelson whispered after a delightful time spent
teasing the sopping cunt with the pointer.

"She's...she's smiling a little," Mr. Merryweather whispered
back.  "And looking flushed.  Is that good?"

"Very good.  She coming along nicely."

Mrs. Nelson opened one of the emergency kits that were always
kept under the counter for student injuries and dipped her
fingers into a jar of heavy first-aid cream.  She used the cream
to carefully grease the exciting crevasse between the golden
buttocks, and especially over and around Athena's small rosebud.

"Ooooooohhhh," softly moaned Athena from her dreams.

"Mrs. Nelson!" the editor whispered excitedly.  "Did you 
hear that?  I think she tried to say something."

"Oh, yes," panted an increasingly inflamed Mrs. Nelson.  She had
better be careful or she would have to take the girl rightthere!

"Let's just put her on the couch, shall we?" the principal said a
little shakily as she reluctantly pulled the embedded pointer
from the well-prepared pussy and wiped her fingers off on the
girl's thigh.

The editor let go of Athena's hands as Mrs. Nelson carefully
gathered up the limp Athena in her arms and, being careful to
shield her from the girl's guardian, she took her to the couch
and placed the unconscious girl directly over the dildo still
wedged between the two cushions and surreptitiously pushed down
on the girl's hips.  Athena stiffened and squirmed for a moment,
but to Mrs. Nelson's relief the girl did not wake up as she
encountered the greasy dildo.  After laying Athena's head on the
back of the couch, the principal quickly used Natalie's forgotten
jacket to cover the girl's delightful lower nakedness, then as
she sat on the girl's right, she furtively slipped her left hand
under the jacket, then with her right hand, motioned the
worried-looking little man to come and join them.

The shaken editor stayed where he was.  The school's principal
seem to be very adapt at handling young girls and he was not
reluctant at all to stay by the counter out of harm's way and to
leave Athena's care in the older woman's very capable hands.  As
the woman had picked up his reporter, Mr. Merryweather had gotten
a quick look at Athena before Mrs. Nelson had turned away and his
thin lips pursed in disapproval.  "Not wonder she was hiding
behind the counter," he thought.  He couldn't remember ever
seeing brown pants that tight on anyone before.  Why, they were
almost like a second skin!  He wondered how his reporter could
even walk, they were so tight.

"Please, Sir, sit here," she said, indicating to the empty spot
on Athena's left.  Meanwhile her left hand was enjoying the
delights of Athena's firm right thigh, her senses reveling in the
touch of the cool, smooth skin.  She wanted to ensure that the
naughty dildo was firmly in place, but she took a moment to enjoy
her first secret touch of the golden flesh of Athena Valentine.

"I'm sure she's just fine and should be rejoining us very soon,"
the principal explained

"Well, all right," the editor said dubiously.  He sat carefully
next to his sleeping reporter, whom he noticed now had a most
peculiar smile on her face.

"And what can we do for you today?" Mrs. Nelson asked breathily
as her hand inched higher up Athena's thigh.

****

Athena Valentine knew something was wrong, but could not identify
exactly what it was that was the problem.  She had spent the
entire morning in a weird sexual fog, but now she was absolutely
glowing.  "I must be dreaming about the Devereux household
again," she thought.  Athena  always felt so warm and creamy
inside whenever she thought of her last undercover assignment,
and the reaction always frightened her a little.  What they did
to her shouldn't feel that good at all!  

But now she was really worried, because instead of the usual
seemingly endless Devereux clan naked in bed with her, undressing
her, touching her, she recognized the faces of Paige and the
other Amigos, as well as Tara and her group.  Even the school's
principal, Mrs. Nelson, was there, waving a pair of panties at
her.  "Now why would that woman be waving my underwear at me?"
the dreaming Athena wondered.  What about Mrs. Nelson?  There was
something she needed to remember about her...

The reporter sat up with a jolt.  "MRS. NELSON!!!" she screamed.

"Calm yourself, Miss Valentine," the principal said coolly.  Her
left arm had snaked around the girl's naked waist as she kept the
struggling Athena on the couch.  "That is not how we behave in
the office."

On the edge of hysteria, Athena fought to keep her senses.  She
glanced down and saw that she was at least covered by someone's
jacket.  "But...but...I...I..." she sputtered loudly.

"Quiet, Athena," hissed the shocked editor.  "What's the matter
with you?"

Athena turned her head and faced her editor with disbelief.  As
usual, he had no clue as to what was going on.  "N-nothing.  She
just s-startled me, that's all."

"Okay, then.  So behave yourself," the editor quietly told her.

"Thank you, Sir," said Mrs. Nelson.  "She can be a handful
sometimes, but the very bright students usually are, you know?"

"I completely understand, Mrs. Nelson," the editor replied as he
tried to ignore his oddly acting reporter.   "Actually, I was
just talking to my ward here about my coming.  To Elizabeth
Borden, I mean.  I want to volunteer for the school's next fund
raiser.  I just love a good pancake breakfast!"

"Splendid.  While it is a few months away, it's never too early
to start planning these things.  Athena, why didn't you tell me
your guardian wanted to volunteer?  I could have had everything
ready for him."

The principal moved her arm from the girl's waist and returned to
running her hand back and forth soothingly over the girl's smooth
left thigh.

"Y-yes," Athena said meekly.  "I'm sorry."  She felt faint!  It
was so humiliating!  In the admin office in front of the school's
principal, she was naked from the waist down, yet the woman
hadn't made one sign.  Maybe Mrs. Nelson was just here to help
her during this ridiculous situation?  Athena just wished the
woman wouldn't touch her high up on her bare leg like that. 
Didn't the woman realize that she didn't have one stitch of
clothing underneath this jacket, and that it was very unsettling
for her to be touched like that?  

Athena was also getting the oddest sensations from her highly
sensitive anus, like something was pressing up inside it!  Must
be a part of a cushion, a button or something.  It was all she
could do to keep from squirming, but with her editor on one side
and her principal on the other, she had no room anyway and would
just have to endure it as best she could.

"My, these kids can be so messy sometimes," the principal said. 
She carefully slipped her left hand out from under the jacket,
then used her hands to tuck the jacket tightly around Athena's
legs and hips.  "There, that's better.  You really should take
care of yourself better, Athena."

"Yes, Ma'am," Athena said from the depths of her misery.
She smiled gratefully at the woman, even though she couldn't move
her legs at all now, they were so tightly wrapped in the jacket.
Now she was really stuck over whatever it was that was pressing
so intimately against her, but she certainly could not tell Mrs.
Nelson about that!  At least the way Mrs. Nelson was taking care
of her did show one thing, that the principal really liked her
better then any of her other students.

When the woman put her left arm around her shoulders and pressed
her farther down into the cushions, Athena knew her principal was
just trying to comfort her favorite student in her time of need.
Athena was smiling at her when the reporter's face suddenly
drained of color.

"Shit!" Athena inadvertently blurted.  Her eyes opened wide in
shock.  Something was sliding into her!  Sliding right into her
tight throbbing anus!

She struggled to get off the couch, but Mrs. Nelson kept the
distressed senior firmly planted on the slim dildo.  The more
Athena struggled, the more the offending intruder sank deeper
between her trembling buttocks!

"Athena!" snapped Mrs. Nelson as she fought to kept the frantic
girl from leaving the couch. "Control yourself!"

"Oh!  But I have to get up!" Athena wailed plaintively as the
intruder entered her defenseless anus even farther.

"Apologize to Mrs. Nelson at once, do you hear?" the editor
stormed.  "I will not tolerate such rude behavior!  Sit still
down and apologize, before I spank you right here in front of her
like the spoiled brat you are." 

Whimpering, Athena sank back onto the couch.  Mrs. Nelson pressed
the sitting senior firmly down between the opening between the
two cushions, and Athena could only try to hold her tongue as the
dildo slid this time all the way inside of her hot, clutching
chamber.

"Ooooh," the reporter moaned helplessly as she felt the unknown
object penetrate deep within her.  

"Well?" demanded Mr. Merryweather.  He had certainly had enough
of his star reporter's immature antics.  He had been far too nice
to her, that was his mistake.  She had taken this idea of
becoming a High School Queen much too literally, and now she had
become simply impossible.  He hated the thought of pulling the
plug on this assignment on the very brink of its successful
completion, after all the time and expense they had put into it
already, but unless Miss Valentine could pull herself together
soon he would have no choice.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Nelson," the flushed Athena whispered, as
fantastic sensations coming from her anus washed over her.  "I'm
just...ooohhh...a little nervous today."

"That's more like it," breathed Mr. Merryweather in relief.

"That's all right Athena," Mrs. Nelson told the girl primly. 
"Just make sure it doesn't happen again.  You know it's against
the rules." 

The principal slipped her right hand under the tight jacket and,
as she squeezed the lovely girl's upper thigh, caused her to jump
again.

"Sit still!" the editor wearily ordered.  He was tired of wasting
time with his jumping bean of a reporter, and wondered how he
could politely cut this terrible conference short and get the
hell back to the comfortable sanctuary of his small office once
again.

"Sorry," Athena squeaked weakly, as Mrs. Nelson's hand stayed
right where it was on her upper thigh.  She couldn't say
anything.  If she did, it might draw attention to the fact that
she was sitting between them without skirt or panties, and
horribly impaled on something!  

But that was the least of Athena's worries.  The dildo was giving
her an strange but pleasant feeling as her anus began to relax
around it.  It was quite unwanted, but the wonderful sensation
caused her nipples to grow instantly hard, and a warm feeling was
growing between her legs.  But try as she might, she couldn't sit
still.  With Mrs. Nelson's hand only a few inches from her
warming pussy and the dildo buried in her tight little ass, she
was getting turned on again. 

"Please, can I go?  I don't want to miss my next class," Athena
begged, as she continued to squirm around on the couch under the
tight jacket, trying desperately to get out whatever was up her
ass.  But the more she squirmed the more the insidious thing
would move inside her, and cause her to heat up all the more.  

"Athena sit still, you're acting like a child," the editor told
his squirming reporter.  "What is wrong with the girl?" he
wondered.  "She has been as jumpy as a cat ever since I first
came in.  Probably strain from the assignment.  Better give her a
week off before her next one, the poor kid."

Mrs. Nelson was chucking to herself, as she watched Athena
squirming around on the couch, trying to hide the fact that she
was naked from the waist down and fully impaled on the hidden
dildo (God bless you, Natalie!).

Knowing that Athena didn't want her guardian to find out what was
happening to her, the principal moved her hand higher, until she
had it resting right on Athena's smooth mound.  She then started
up another innocent conversation with Athena's guardian.

All Athena noticed was that Mrs. Nelson's hand was no longer
squeezing her thigh.  But now, along with something working
around inside her from below, she could swear something was now
resting right on her sex.   Whatever it was, it was moving around
and brushing up against her swollen little clit.  She wanted to
look, but she knew that all of her squirming had caused her
sweater to slide up and was now almost around her waist, leaving
her upper hips bare above the wrapped-around jacket.  If she
moved any more, they might would both see her terribly
embarrassing problem.

"Please!  I really have to go," Athena said desperately.  It was
happening to her again.  She was going to cum, and right here
with the principal and her editor sitting right beside her.

"Athena be quiet.  I told you to sit still!" the editor snapped,
then went back to his conversation with the principal.  Maybe he
had been treating his star reporter too easily all this time? 
Could that be the problem?  Giving her everything she asked for,
almost without question?  Okay, then.  The girl's next assignment
will be very different, no more coddling!

Athena groaned and shifted her hips back in a last ditch effort
to become free of whatever was in her.  But all she accomplished
was rubbing the on/off switch on the dildo to the 'on' position,
and now it started buzzing happily inside her.

She froze as Mr. Merryweather turned his head left and right. 
"Do you hear something?" he asked Mrs. Nelson.

"Such as...?" she replied, knowing full well what he washearing.

"Ooooooooooooh," moaned Athena helplessly as the strange buzzing
inside her drove her out of her mind!

"Quiet, Athena.  I'm trying to listen," said Mr. Merryweather.

"What do you hear?" asked the amused principal.

"It's the oddest thing.  Sort of a muffled, humming or buzzing
sound, but I can't quite place it."

"Probably static from our sound system.  It does that."

"Of course.  You were saying about the breakfast?"

"Please!  I really need to leave," Athena begged.  Her hips
wiggled and her toes curled in their expensive pumps as the
vibrator continued to do its insidious work deep within her.

"Athena, I will not tell you again. If you don't sit still and be
quiet, I'll...I'll take that expensive SUV of yours away from you
and you can ride the bus from now on.  Do you understand?" the
editor said, now looking directly at his flushed reporter, but
was so angry at her for acting the spoiled brat that he never
noticed the sweat that was starting to form along her upper lip,
or the nipples, poking through the material of her sweater, that
were so hard they ached every time Athena breathed.

Mrs. Nelson's subtle toying continued, as she talked to Athena's
guardian.  She now had three fingers inside the tight cunt,
helping the slim vibrator, slowly fucking the trembling senior.

"Oh, please don't cum," Athena whispered to herself.  She knew
the feeling of someone playing with her clit wasn't true.  The
only ones here were her editor, and the head of the school. 
There couldn't be anyone doing it.  But the feeling was there,
and it was so overwhelming.  The heat still continued to rise, as
whatever was vibrating inside her kept happily humming along,
driving her ever closer.

Just as Athena couldn't take it any longer and was about to
climax, the phone rang.

"I'll get that," Mrs. Nelson said, as she got up and went to
answer the phone.  "Damn!  Who could that be?" the principal
muttered under her breath as she picked up the receiver.  What a
time to call!

"Thank God," Athena thought.  With the pressure on her clit now
gone, the feeling of her needing to cum began to ease.  Whatever
was humming in her ass wasn't enough to push her over the edge. 
It was just enough to keep her excited and breathing hard.

"Hello, Elizabeth Borden. This is Mrs. Nelson, may I help you? 
Yes, he is.  May I tell him who's calling?  Please wait a moment.
 Mr. Merryweather, it's your office.  They need to see to you
right away."

"Idiots!  It figures.  Please tell them I'll be there in a few
minutes."

"He say's he is on his way.  Okay.  Good-Bye."  Mrs. Nelson hung
up the phone.

"I didn't know you were the editor at The Free Press," Mrs.
Nelson observed.

"Oh, yes.  Been there for years."  

"A good friend of mine, Mrs. Farthingill says she knows you.  You
once enrolled a niece of yours into her school for nannies, a
beautiful girl named Athena."

"Ah, yes.  Just doing the kid a favor, you know."

"Didn't work out too well, I understand."

"No, there were some complications.  Well, thank you for your
time, but I really must be going."

"Of course, Sir.  Thank you so much for volunteering."

"What?  Volunteering?  Oh, yes.  Of course.  Any time.  'Bye,
Mrs. Nelson.  'Bye, Athena.  Athena?  Athena!  Hello!"

He looked at his dazed reporter who clearly not paying the
slightest bit of attention to him.  "Is she all right?" Mr.
Merryweather asked the principal.

"She's just a little preoccupied right now.  Don't worry, I'll
see her through it."

"Thank you.  I appreciate that.  Kids!  Brr!  There must be an
easier way."

"If there is, I haven't heard about it.  Must you really leave?"

"I'm sorry, but I do have to go.  We must get together again to
discuss the fund raiser.  And Athena, I'll be waiting at home to
talk to you about being so rude to Mrs. Nelson," he said, looking
at his squirming reporter.  She looked so dazed, he wondered if
the girl heard anything.  "And we'll also have a little talk
about that sweater of yours.  It may seem all right to you, but
it's not something I want my only...er...ward running around in.
For God's sakes, you look like a cheap tramp."

Athena barely heard the words or saw her editor leave.  Nor did
she see Mrs. Nelson lock the door to the office after Mr.
Merryweather had departed.  Her head fell limply over the back of
the couch.  The vibrator that was humming along in her bubbling
anus had so clouded her mind that she never even notice Mrs.
Nelson sit down beside her and take the jacket from around her
legs and hips, then throw it to the floor.  

"Cum for me, baby," the principal purred as her eager fingers
went back to work on Athena's hard little nub.  "I knew you were
too good to be true.  Cum for me, my little reporter."

She stopped for a moment to unfasten the pins holding together
the front of Athena's sweater.  She slid it off of the girl's
smooth tanned shoulders and let it lay around her waist.  

After a brief, if through inspection of the glorious,  high-set
swollen breasts, Mrs. Nelson began to suck on Athena's erect left
nipple.  Her right hand went to work gently pulling and twisting
the right nipple, while her left hand returned to do it's magic
on Athena's upright clit!

This additional stimulation was the final straw, and, her nervous
system totally overwhelmed, Athena lost her mind!  She could only
moan in absolute ecstasy as her defenseless body was assaulted by
the relentless expertise of Mrs. Nelson.  Athena tried to stop
it, but with the thing vibrating inside of her and all the other
odd sensations that she was feeling it proved too much for her
and she came for the fourth or fifth time today!  

"AAHHH!" the defeated reporter screamed as her body tensed into
an stiff arc over the couch, her breasts shaking on her heaving
torso.  

Mrs. Nelson used the opportunity to use her left hand to work the
intruding vibrator into the madly pulsating anus from below while
never stopping her merciless teasing on the poor reporter's chest
and clitoris. 

Pushed beyond her ability to comprehend or endure, Athena
Valentine, 22-year old undercover reporter for The Free Press,
gave a breathless series of cries before collapsing into a limp
pile of sweaty, naked flesh.

She was completely oblivious as Mrs. Nelson lay her nude body
lengthwise on the couch.  

"I wonder what your friends would say if they knew?" asked Mrs.
Nelson softly as she tucked the girl's remaining clothes under
her arm.

****
 
When Athena's mind cleared, she found herself alone.  She was
laying face-down on the couch.  She could feel the couch's worn
fabric pressing on her sensitive flesh, while the room's ceiling
fan blew air gently over her bare back.  Athena realized she was
naked once again and pounded the couch with her fists in despair.
 She felt horribly guilty.  It had happened to her again, this
time in front of Mrs. Nelson, the school's principal.  She had
lost her clothes and then...and then...made a complete fool of
herself by losing control in front of the woman.  If that wasn't
humiliating enough, it practically happened in front of her
editor, Mr. Merryweather as well.  

"Oh, no!  Not again!" she wailed into the cushion.  The Devereux
nightmare was starting again and there seemed nothing she could
do to prevent it.  How could she finish her assignment, even this
close to the end, when at the slightest touch she erupted like a
volcano, not to mention constantly losing her clothes like a porn
star?

Athena sat up and stared down at her traitorous nude body.  It
had never done this to her before, not since leaving the Devereux
family.  Since then she had consciously tried to avoid anything
to do with sex, except for those few disgusting times when it was
necessary for her to reluctantly do certain things on dates so as
to maintain her social standing among her fellow students.  Yet
her strange experience with the Devereux clan had ignited
something within her, some secret flame she had never known
existed within her before then.  

It was easy enough to keep her mind clear during the day, of
course, acting her perfect part as the elite high school senior
as research for her story on Elizabeth Borden High School.  But
at night, during her secret moments, the flame was not so easy to
ignore, and it sometimes raged out of control.  But even when she
masturbated, in the middle of the night in bed or in the shower,
when the dreams from her terrible experiences became overwhelming
and her poor body was dying for relief, it never felt as intense
as this.  Her orgasms then were nothing more than a tiny
sensation that quickly died, leaving her feeling so empty and
alone, while the flame within her still flickered hungry and
unfulfilled.  It was hardly worth the incredible guilt she always
carried the next day for being so weak!

But this was different.  The climaxes she'd had lately  felt like
she had lost a little of her soul each time.  They were mind
numbing.  She almost wished they had lasted forever.  Ever now
her body was still a little on fire.  Her breasts now felt
swollen, and her nipples still hard and tingly.  They've never
felt so sensitive.  And when she breathed, they would thrust
diamond-like into the cool air of the room, screaming at her to
touch them.  

Forgetting where she was for a moment, she stared down at her
lovely shaven sex.  Only this morning she was embarrassed by the
sight of it.  It looked more like a little girl's than a grown
woman's.  "That's what I am, a grown woman," she said quietly. 
But now it looked so sexy to her she couldn't believe it.  Athena
couldn't resist the urge to touch herself, so she quickly looked
up to make sure she was truly alone, then reached down and ran
her right index finger across where her lovely blonde hair used
to be, and shivered in pleasure.  

"Oh, God!" she moaned.  "What am I doing?"

Athena tore her hand away from her sex as if it had been burned.
She started at her finger in amazement, as if she had never seen
it before.  

"What's the matter with me?" she wailed.  "Why is this happening
now?"

For once it had been the perfect assignment for her.  Her natural
abilities and perfect looks made her easily the top senior of the
school, and the only logical choice for her ultimate goal of Prom
Queen.  And she had done everything so well!  She had easily and
ruthlessly crushed any opposition she might have encountered, any
potential rivals, until she was alone at the top of the social
ladder and reined supreme at Elizabeth Borden!  It was her school
now, oh yes it was, to do with as she pleased.  Until now.

She was so close to the end of her assignment it hurt to think
that anything would ruin her well-deserved final victory.  She
had to put this bizarre preoccupation with sex out of her mind. 
She was not some brainless fuck-toy after all, existing only for
sex, she was a trained professional on an assignment crucial to
her career as an investigative reporter.
  
She looked at her perfect nude body in horror.  The flame burned
brighter then ever even now, hungry and insatiable, but she had
to fight it!  She had to get dressed, and become in control of
things once again!  It was still her school, damn it, and no one
was going to take it from her, especially over something as silly
as sex!

She jumped up and then, on unsteady legs, began a frantic search
for the tattered remains of her once beautiful clothes, but she
soon discovered to her horror that everything was gone!  Even the
jacket which Mrs. Nelson had covered her with was not to be
found.  Athena knew she couldn't stay like this!  Her worst class
was the next period and she had to find her clothes now! 
Besides, someone could walk in at any moment!

Athena went over to a small closet in one corner of the office. 
There in a box was the school's Lost-and-Found, where items that
were found or confiscated around the school were kept until their
owners came for them.  Maybe she could find something that she
could wear in it.  

She fumbled madly through the box.  Most of the things she found
were worthless to her: sunglasses, a boy's shoe, a hideous coat,
a box of rubbers.  "Come on, come on," she begged desperately. 
"There just has to be something!" 

Then she found something she could actually use.  It was a hot
pink string bikini that had been taken from a girl in swim class
when the new dress code had gone into effect and everyone had to
wear the same sensible single-piece swimsuit that Athena had
personally selected.  

"No, I'm not wearing this," she said to herself as she threw it
on the 'NO' pile.  But quickly the box was empty, and the only
things she found to wear was the bikini and a short, rather worn
terrycloth robe.  There were not even a pair of shoes she could
use.

"It's not fair!" Athena yelled.  

She couldn't even have someone bring her gym clothes, because
they were gone too!  Then she remembered!  She had some things in
her SUV, but there was no time or way to get them.  Mrs. Bohon's
class was now!

She held up the distasteful swimwear.  "Too small, too small,"
she muttered.  To go to Mrs. Bohon's class dressed like this was
clearly impossible, let alone to continue hiding in the
administration office.  But what else could she do?

"Okay," said Athena as she slipped into the bikini.  "Here's what
we'll do.  I'll have that bitch Bohon meet with me out in the
hall, and then I'll just tell her that I had a little accident
with the shredder.  She'll have to let me get some real clothes
then."

She put on the robe and tied the sash very tightly.  The pink
material was clearly visible underneath the thin terrycloth and
she was aware that her perfect body was bursting out of the too
small swimsuit.  Even the robe was too short, as it came to just
two inches below her lovely behind.  

The outfit would have been fine for the beach.  But this wasn't
the beach.  It was a high school with a (thanks to her) very
strict dress code.

"Oh, God!" Athena sobbed as she looked down at her perfectly
painted toes on her bare feet.  With this outfit she might as
well be wearing a sign that said "Bimbo!  Made for Sex!"

If she went to class this way, Mrs. Bohon would certainly
humiliate her in front of everyone.  That's why it was crucial to
meet with her in the hall.  Yet Athena had no choice but to wear
it and meet with the woman.  It was getting later by the minute.
The bell beginning the next period had already rung.  She was
already in trouble, and if she were any later getting to class,
Mrs. Bohon could choose to expel her.  And that would, most
certainly, cost her rightful place as Prom Queen.  There was no
way to avoid it, she had to talk with Bohon.

"Athena, you'd better get to class, you're already late," Mrs.
Nelson told her while standing right next to her.  "I'll watch
the office until the next girl arrives."

"AH!" Athena shouted in surprise as she almost jumped through the
ceiling.

"I'm sorry," the principal apologized.  She wrapped a comforting
arm around Athena's narrow waist.  

"That's all right," the frazzled reporter muttered as the
principal pulled her tightly against her.  Athena was so worried
about how long the principal had been standing there before she
had finally said something, that she did not notice how her sash
had become undone.  

"You're trembling!" Mrs. Nelson said as she opened the front of
Athena's robe.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to frighten you."

She turned the shaking reporter around and put her hands inside
the robe around the bare slim waist, savoring the feel of
Athena's warm succulent flesh.  She looked deeply into the blue
eyes before her and happily noted that they were filled with
confusion.

"What's wrong, honey?" Mrs. Nelson asked as she delicately traced
the low waistband of the bikini bottoms.  When she reached the
front, she ever so lightly began pulling up on the tight
material.  "You seem a little troubled today."

Athena shuddered even more, remembering what had just happened on
the couch, her demanding pussy still tingling.  Thank God she was
at least dressed now.  

"What's wrong?  You can tell me."

Athena suddenly placed her arms around Mrs. Nelson and held on to
her tightly.  In spite of that, she still shook so much her teeth
chattered.

"It's all going wrong!" the distraught reported sobbed. 
"Everything!"

"Why do you say that?" Mrs. Nelson murmured sympathetically as
she lowered the girls arms and pulled the opened robe off of the
crying reporter's shoulders.  It fell to the floor and lay around
her bare feet.  

"Why...why did you do that?" Athena said she tried to choke back
her sobs.  She instinctively crossed her chest with her arms.

"Just checking your ties.  They seem a little loose."

"Oh.  Thank you," Athena sobbed as she lowered her arms again. 
"But you see?  That's exactly what's been happening to me all
day!  Something is always going wrong with my clothes.  They
either don't fit right or I keep loosing them!"

Mrs. Nelson untied the secure knot behind the girl's neck and
replaced it with a much looser bow.  At the slightest tug, it
would become undone, and, hopefully, so would the proud reporter.
 Working deliberately, the principal moved her way down the
girl's string bikini, redoing all of the ties in the same way
while an oblivious Athena continued to expound on how unfair her
day had become.

"My clothes!  My so-called friends!  Everything!  It's all become
such a mess.  No one likes me except some stupid underclassman
and you!  No one!  The whole day has been one disaster after
another!"

"Who likes you, dear?"

"Paige.  Silly little Paige.  Can you believe it!  She's the only
one around here who cares about me.  I'm sure you've seen her. 
She always hangs around with her friends, a group called The
Three Amigos."

"Oh, yes.  I know her.  And no one else?"

"No!  Not even Tara, or her stuck up friends!  You would think at
least the seniors would like me, wouldn't you?"

"Sure, honey.  So what did happen to your clothes?"  

"I...I had a couple of...accidents.  This was all that was left
in the Lost-and-Found box."

"You look very nice."

"But I'll be expelled for sure if I have to go around like this!!
 I don't even have any shoes!  Can I please be excused for the
rest of the day?  Can I??  Please???"

"No, sorry.  You've been excused so much already, you would be up
before the academic review board if you miss any more classes. 
Besides, if I let you off for some trifling matter, then I must
let everyone go.  You do understand?"

"Trifling!  Oh, no!  I...I understand, but I don't care!  This is
terrible!  I hate being exposed like this.  I feel so...so
vulnerable!  Mrs. Nelson, I can't go out there like this!  I just
can't!  You don't know what they might say or...or even...do...to
me.  Nobody likes me!"

"Don't be foolish.  This is a public school after all, not
someone's basement.  Now what could possible happen?  Aren't you
the one who's always telling me how much smarter and more mature
you are than anyone else at this school, including most of the
teachers?  Of course, if you don't want to qualify for this
year's prom queen selection I could send you..."

"No!  Not that!  Anything but that!  I've worked so hard and had
to go through so much..."

"What did you say?"

"I mean, of course I want to win.  Okay, okay.  I'll do it.  Oh,
God.  I'll go.  I'll (gulp!) go to class."

"All your classes and not just Mrs. Bohon's?  And no ducking out
or changing before then?" reminded Mrs. Nelson.

"Yes, okay, all of them.  But why can't I change with...?  Oh,
never mind.  No one here knows how to dress anyway.  I'd better
go," Athena answered, not even looking at Mrs. Nelson as she
picked up her poor excuse for a robe from the floor.  Shyly
facing away from principal, she turned and slipped it on.  Before
she could tie the sash however, Mrs. Nelson reached around and
slowly did it for the surprised girl.

"There.  You're all set."

"T-thank you."

"You're welcome.  Now off you go."

Mrs. Nelson chucked to herself as she watched the delectable
Athena Valentine, girl reporter, unlock the door and scurry from
the room, her bare feet slapping softly on the tiled floor.

"Oh, baby.  Are you going to have a good day!"

* * * *

End of Part 6
