{ASSM} 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 right there!

"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 was 
hearing.

"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
