**Part Eleven**
“Excuse me . . .?”
For a moment, Elise snapped back to her normal self. A prefect who was supposed to have authority over the younger university girls. Who was supposed to be respected by them, too.
The first two tasks were embarrassing, each in their own way, but she somehow managed to justify each one in her head. But to take off her underwear? Elise was a proper girl. She had never once entertained the idea of wearing an outfit without the proper attire underneath. And having it suggested by one of these first-years made her realize just how far she had let them push her already. Kaitlyn especially.
Before Elise could argue further, the redhead jumped in to help her brunette friend. “Don’t worry, Caroline. I’m sure little Elise just didn’t catch that. After all, she promised she wouldn’t complain or make a fuss. Isn’t that right, Elise?”
“I-” Elise hesitated. *Did* she promise? She definitely said the words about not complaining at some point, obviously at Kaitlyn’s demand, but the past half hour or so was all starting to blur together. “I don’t think I promised,” she said. It wasn’t the first time someone tried to use that against her. In her adolescent years, plenty of girls tried to pull the ‘you promised’ card on her, when she really only gave half of an agreement to begin with.
“You might as well have,” Kaitlyn rolled her eyes, acting like Elise was being the difficult one. “You’re a prefect, Elise. Would a girl like you lie to us . . .?”
Elise couldn’t believe this. The clever redhead trapped her. Again. And she made it seem so casual and effortless. Despite the disrespect these girls were showing her, Elise was still a prefect. She could just tell Kaitlyn referenced it on purpose. As one of their prefects, the blonde couldn’t admit to being a liar when girls in the lower grades (even these girls) were supposed to look up to her. “Well . . . no . . .” Elise said. A quick correction and an annoyed look from Kaitlyn got her to answer ‘properly’ like usual, “No, I wouldn’t lie to you, Miss Kaitlyn.”
“Good girl, Elise,” Kaitlyn smiled, “So you won’t complain or make a fuss?”
“No, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise sighed, “I won’t complain or make a fuss.”
“Good girl. Now Caroline, what was that third task?”
Caroline smiled as well, grateful for Kaitlyn’s help in making sure the prefect would keep playing along. “Your third task is to go commando.”
Just like that, Elise was back to doing as these girls said. “Okay,” she muttered. From now on, she would be very careful about what she said out loud. Before Kaitlyn could offer any patronizing or demeaning ‘assistance’ like before, Elise reached underneath her skirt to take off her underwear.
What had she reluctantly agreed to so far? No complaining, no making a fuss. Answering ‘properly.’ Elise also remembered insisting she wasn’t stuck-up, which Kaitlyn already used against her once or twice.
The three girls watched in amusement as the prefect before them slowly revealed and then removed her underwear. The light pink panties came into view rather quickly as Elise slid them down her legs, considering how short Anna’s skirt was on the flustered girl. Elise bent down, careful not to show her backside as she did so, and stepped out of the leg holes one at a time.
“I’ll take those,” Kaitlyn said. She got up from her chair again and snatched the underwear out of Elise’s hand before she could even protest.
Elise almost snapped something at her, but managed to catch herself. ‘*No complaining,*’ she reminded herself. Every little reaction would only further entertain the girls and make this take even longer. Three tasks down. Four to go. Eyes on the prize.
That focus, of course, was way more difficult when she stood keenly aware of how different she felt without her underwear on. There were no windows in the room, but Elise still felt as if there was a faint breeze down there. The new sensation almost felt more awkward than embarrassing. Not wearing leggings or panties also made Elise realize just how careful she needed to be with her movement. Anna’s skirt was quite small on her, and every little motion risked revealing something if she weren’t careful.
“About as boring as I’d expect,” Kaitlyn said. The redhead’s voice brought Elise out of her thoughts. The devious first-year held the light pink fabric up with both hands; both inspecting it, and showing it off to the other girls, “No lace, no interesting cut, no nothing. We’ll have to take you shopping for more exciting underwear some time, Elise.”
Elise resisted the urge to lecture her. Holding her underwear like that was wrong in itself, not to mention the disrespectful insults that came with it. But she wouldn’t give in to the bait. “May I have my fourth task, Miss Kaitlyn?” she begrudgingly asked instead.
“Not yet, Elise. Though I appreciate that you’re speaking so properly now. Keep it up,” Kaitlyn said. She delicately dropped the panties onto the stack of Elise’s clothes. “But you can’t start your fourth task until you finish your third.”
“Kaitlyn . . . Miss Kaitlyn . . .” Elise said, unsure of where the girl planned on going with this, “I just did what Caroline said.”
“Did you? Caroline’s task was for you to go commando. Are these boring pink panties all you’re wearing beneath your clothes, Elise?”
And then it hit her. Elise nervously looked back and forth between Kaitlyn and Caroline, both of them seeming to be in agreement. Her panties weren’t enough.
These awful eighteen year olds wanted her to remove her bra as well.
**Part Twelve**
Her bra.
The girls wanted her to take off her bra.
Elise’s first instinct was to straight up refuse. Removing her underwear had ended up way worse than expected, now that Kaitlyn had basically inspected Elise’s panties and showed them off to the other girls, rather than merely adding them to the ever growing collection of clothes on the nearby desk.
But there was that recent condition. Elise had confirmed to the girls that she wouldn’t complain about anything. Did this count? As much as she disliked the idea, Elise could already hear the argument the girls would make if she refused. A bra isn’t *that* different from panties. She already removed one. What’s the problem with removing the other?
“Okay . . .” Elise muttered.
What choice did she have? If she backed out now, these first-years would have gotten all kinds of entertainment at her expense, and she would have nothing to show for it. Even worse, Kaitlyn and the others would have an excuse to hold onto that personal information that she still prayed they hadn’t perused yet.
“Be proper, little Elise,” Kaitlyn smiled. The wicked redhead couldn’t believe this. The first few tasks required a good amount of pressure before the blonde agreed to do as she was told. This latest addition to Caroline’s task seemed so easy in comparison. “Do you want to take your bra off for us?”
“I . . .” Elise hesitated, the warm blush returning to her cheeks. Once again, Kaitlyn phrased things in the worst possible way. But if she complained, it would only make things worse all over again. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” she sighed, answering in the style Kaitlyn was fishing for, “I want to take my bra off.”
“Go on, then. And try to be quick about it, Elise. We don’t have all day. Can you be quick for us, Elise?”
The blonde prefect held back a snappy retort to the first-year’s audacity and patronizing tone. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I can be quick.”
“Say the whole thing, Elise. What do you want to do? And how will you do it?”
“I want to take my bra off . . .” Elise repeated. More heat rose to her face as she said the mortifying words, “And I’ll take it off quickly.”
“We’ll see,” the redhead smirked. She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a stopwatch. The action itself made Elise nervous, and she let out a light sigh of relief when it was something so innocent. Short lived relief, considering Kaitlyn’s next words. “You have 30 seconds, Elise,” she turned the watch around so Elise could see the numbers, “Starting . . . now!”
For a few seconds, Elise stared in shock. Kaitlyn hadn’t specified a punishment for failure, but the hint of a threat was enough to stop her from protesting the absurdity of a time limit. By the time she came to her senses, there were only 25 seconds left.
Elise’s original plan involved the arduous process of taking the bra off while keeping the tightly fitted button-down on. But now, Kaitlyn had taken that option away, whether she had known Elise’s intentions or not.
23 seconds.
Unable to think clearly under the time pressure, Elise started scrambling to take the bra off. She had the good sense to turn around, but that was the best her logical brain could manage in the heat of the moment. Now facing away from the girls, Elise undid button after button on Anna’s shirt until the last one was undone.
“10 seconds!” Kaitlyn’s amused voice called from behind her.
Elise barely had time to register the embarrassment of the shirt hanging loosely on her body. She was almost out of time! Abandoning the plan to hold onto the white dress shirt while completing her ‘task,’ the flustered prefect whipped the shirt off her shoulders and quickly pulled at the tight fabric still on her arms. Finally managing to get it off, she dropped it on the floor and immediately reached back to undo her bra.
All three girls watched in amusement and fascination as the slightly older girl stripped for them as quickly as possible. Elise’s long blonde hair didn’t quite hide the strap of the nude bra currently being undone and, as the prefect before them got the bra loosened, her entire bare back became exposed. Now that her victim was facing the opposite direction, Kaitlyn let herself fully smirk at the situation.
Still scrambling, Elise rushed to pull the bra the rest of the way off of her arms, but couldn’t find it in herself to let go of the personal garment as easily as she dropped Anna’s shirt.
“Done!” Elise exclaimed. She held the bra out for a moment to show the three first-years that she had completed the task, then quickly moved her arms in to cross them over her chest.
“Cutting it pretty close, Elise! Two seconds to spare,” Kaitlyn said. Like the previous few times the reluctant prefect removed a garment, the devious redhead rose from the comfort of her desk chair and crossed over to her. She pulled back Elise’s blonde hair, ignoring the faint flinch of surprise from her touch, “Turn around for me, little prefect.” Her words were gentle, but still with a hint of command.
Elise shivered, though she wasn’t sure whether it was from the cold or from Kaitlyn’s fingers running over her hair and grazing at her bare shoulders. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn . . .” she mumbled. Even in her current state of undress, she remembered to say the awful words.
And, at Kaitlyn’s demand, the topless prefect turned around.
**Part Thirteen**
Elise couldn’t believe this was happening. How could she let things get so out of control? Upperclassmen prefects were discouraged from spending time in younger girls’ rooms, as that familiarity could make it difficult to maintain authority over the academy girls. And yet, here she was. Not just spending a prolonged amount of time in a first-year’s room, but standing there completely topless.
The blonde prefect now faced the three girls. Kaitlyn still stood uncomfortably close, relishing the ever growing control she had over the older girl.
“May I hold onto that for you?” the wicked redhead asked, giving a light tug on Elise’s nude bra. As if it were a question.
Elise couldn’t help but listen. From her perspective, the only way out of this was to continue playing along. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn . . .” she mumbled, out of habit. Her arms remained firmly crossed over her bare chest, but she loosened her grip on the bra.
Rather than snatching the bra like she did with so many other articles of Elise’s clothing, Kaitlyn slowly pulled at the bra until the blonde fully let go. “Good girl,” she smiled. Elise blushed, glancing down in embarrassment. Outside of changing in the locker room, she had never been this exposed in front of others before. Kaitlyn placed her index finger under the prefect’s chin, lifting Elise’s head until their eyes met, “Are you my good girl, Elise? Answer properly for me, okay?”
Kaitlyn was only eighteen. Why did her voice have so much authority? The extra inch or two of height the redhead had on Elise seemed so much more dramatic now that they were standing so close together, and Kaitlyn’s voice carried so much control. It didn’t help that the first-year was fully clothed and Elise was nearly naked.
“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise reluctantly replied, “I’m your good girl.”
At the mortifying phrase, Elise’s cheeks turned beet red. Kaitlyn just gave her a soft smile, pretending like she didn’t notice. Her finger remained under the blonde’s chin, holding her so she had to keep her eyes up, “I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn,” the redhead corrected her.
“I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn.”
“Speak up, little prefect. What are you, Elise?”
Elise cleared her throat. She wanted to glance away, to look anywhere but Kaitlyn’s eyes, but she couldn’t manage to break away from the girl’s stern stare. “I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn.”
“What are you, Elise . . .?”
“I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise said, more clearly.
“Yes you are, Elise,” Kaitlyn said. She kept the one hand firmly under Elise’s chin, using the other one to tuck a few strands of blonde hair behind her ear. “Whenever I ask that, you will answer properly. Do you understand?”
Elise wanted to argue, to flat out refuse. And yet, she couldn’t. Kaitlyn stared down at her with the most judgmental eyes, and yet spoke with the most gentle voice. The redhead’s demeanor and Elise’s nudity cast a spell that the prefect couldn’t seem to break. “I understand, Miss Kaitlyn,” she sighed. Echoing whatever the first-year said more and more easily in her vulnerable state of dress.
“And what are you, Elise?”
“I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn . . .”
“That’s better, Elise,” Kaitlyn smiled. She couldn’t believe how easy the prefect was making this for her. “Can you answer a few questions for me, Elise?”
Deep down, Elise was still trying to resist. All of this was so inappropriate, and only seemed to be getting worse. But Kaitlyn kept making everything sound like it was no big deal, and arguing only got more difficult. Four more tasks. She only needed to do four more tasks, and this would all be over. Hopefully. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I can answer a few questions,” Elise hesitantly replied. Arguing would just drag things out.
“Do you change in the locker room with all the other girls, Elise? Answer properly. Full sentences, or this will take longer.”
“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I change with the other girls.”
“So other girls have seen you naked?”
Elise’s blush deepened. “It’s- it’s not like that,” she mumbled. The locker room was all about ignoring everyone around you and just changing yourself. It wasn’t like anyone stared at anyone else.
“Have you changed from a regular bra to a sports bra around other girls?” Kaitlyn sighed. Again, like Elise was being the difficult one.
“Yes,” Elise said. A long silence followed. Kaitlyn just stared at her expectantly. Right. ‘Proper responses,’ in the redhead’s words. “Yes, I’ve change bras around other girls.”
“And it wasn’t a big deal?”
“No.” Another pause. “No, it wasn’t a big deal.”
“What wasn’t a big deal, little Elise?”
“Umm . . . changing bras around other girls wasn’t a big deal.” Elise muttered. Again, technically true. She changed in the locker room every week day. But she didn’t like the direction Kaitlyn was taking this.
“Good,” Kaitlyn gave her a soft smile, though her gleaming eyes didn’t quite match the rest of her expression. “It’s just us girls, changing bras. No big deal. What are you, Elise?”
Elise didn’t want to say it, but she couldn’t find the words to protest. She was a topless prefect in a first-year’s dorm. She couldn’t have Kaitlyn getting mad at her at this point. “I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise said, blushing for the umpteenth time.
“Yes you are, Elise.” Kaitlyn said. The slightly taller redhead slowly lifted her hands and gently placed them on the blonde’s wrists. “Now be a good girl. You’re not going to make a big deal out of nothing, are you?”
“I-” Elise’s voice caught in her throat.
Wrong. Inappropriate. Improper. The resistant thoughts rushed through her head, but they were drowned out by the first-years words. Fighting back would no doubt be making a ‘big deal out of nothing.’ Fighting back would mean she had done all of this for nothing as well if she backed out now.
It was just three girls. They changed in the locker room as well. They probably saw their fair share of breasts on accident, just like she had. Obviously this situation was different, but Elise managed to use it as justification in the heat of the moment.
Just girls. Not a big deal.
“I won’t make a big deal out of nothing, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise said.
“Good girl,” Kaitlyn nodded. She gave a light tug on Elise’s wrists, resisting every urge to smirk and break the dominant spell the prefect was under, “Is there something you want to show us, Elise?”
“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise mumbled. She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. The blonde’s blush deepened as she realized what the awful eighteen year old was guiding her to say. But it was too late. Kaitlyn already set her up so saying anything else would make her situation worse. Not realizing her actions would make things worse all on her own, Elise played along, “I want to show you my boobs . . .”
Following Kaitlyn’s gentle tug, Elise slowly lowered her arms.
**Part Fourteen**
Anna and Caroline watched in fascination as their devious friend convinced the prefect before them to keep doing such improper things. This was SO exciting! Not only was Elise practically naked, but Kaitlyn managed to coerce the older girl to reveal herself. Unfortunately, the redhead’s body still blocked their vision, so they could only watch in suspended anticipation.
Meanwhile, Kaitlyn was thoroughly enjoying herself. This wasn’t the first girl she had stripped. Any time a girl crossed her at Edgewood, she was quick to put that girl in her place. But she had never done something like this with an older girl before, let alone a prefect. And never so calmly and slowly. Normally her plans involved stranding a girl naked in the locker room, or causing a skirt to fall down somewhere public. But Elise . . . the flustered blonde was willingly showing off more and more of her body. ‘Willingly,’ with a good amount of conditions and pressure, but willingly nonetheless.
As she pulled Elise’s hands away, Kaitlyn got a perfect view of the blonde’s bare breasts. The perky 34Bs were just as pale as the rest of Elise’s body, her little pink nipples slightly hardened. No doubt from the cold of being undressed, or maybe from Elise’s touch as she covered herself up until now.
The redhead was almost jealous, but managed to keep a calm expression. While Elise’s chest wasn’t quite as impressive as Kaitlyn’s, the prefect’s breasts looked annoyingly good when on display. Kaitlyn always thought her own looked much better while clothed or in a bra. She wasn’t quite as perky when fully topless, which was annoying at times. Obviously boys didn’t mind, as a topless girl is still a topless girl. But looking at the exposed blonde just reminded her of that mild annoyance about her own body.
Knowing she couldn’t stare forever, the controlling redhead brought her gaze back up to Elise’s face. “Good girl, Elise,” she smiled, bringing the prefect’s hands all the way down to her sides. “We’re all girls here, remember? Are you going to freak out and cover up?”
“Umm . . .” Elise trailed off. How was this happening?? She was topless in front of a first-year. Totally topless. And ‘freaking out’ was one of the things Elise said she wouldn’t do. Or rather, that the manipulative eighteen year old suggested. It was getting difficult to remember things clearly.
She wouldn’t complain.
She wouldn’t make a fuss.
She wouldn’t be stuck up.
She wouldn’t make a big deal out of nothing.
She wouldn’t freak out.
Did all that outweigh the fact that she was topless? These were first-years! She was their prefect!
This was wrong. This was inappropriate.
In the lingering silence following Kaitlyn’s last question, Elise desperately thought everything through, trying to be logical. Lightly blushing at the realization that her breasts were continually on display as Kaitlyn gently held her hands all the way down by her sides. And yet, she couldn’t find the strength to attempt to cover up.
Somehow, Elise found a way to justify this mortifying turn of events: Kaitlyn already saw her boobs. The damage was done. The best she could do now was to make that exposure count.
“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” she sighed, not thinking twice about the title that was already becoming a habit at this point.
“Answer properly, my little prefect,” Kaitlyn smiled, still gazing into Elise’s eyes, “You won’t freak out?”
“I won’t freak out.”
“Miss Kaitlyn.”
“I won’t freak out, Miss Kaitlyn . . .”
“You won’t cover up?”
“I won’t cover up, Miss Kaitlyn.”
“You’re okay hanging out while topless?”
“I-“ Elise’s voice caught in her throat. She didn’t want to say it. It was wrong. But what choice did she have? She continued echoing the words, mumbling the awful phrase, “I’m okay hanging out while topless, Miss Kaitlyn.”
The redhead leaned in and gave Elise a brief kiss on the cheek before she could shy away from the intimate gesture. “Good girl,” Kaitlyn whispered. She pulled back before Elise could potentially jerk her head from the unexpected kiss, and then made short work of exposing the blonde to the others. Kaitlyn knew she was pushing her luck with that last question, but she couldn’t resist. Letting go of Elise’s hands, the redhead scooped up Anna’s borrowed button-down on the floor where Elise dropped it in her haste to strip. Then she returned to her desk, adding the garments to the ever growing stack of clothes beside her.
Somehow, Elise managed to find the courage to keep her hands by her sides, even when she was reminded of the presence of the other girls in the room. Frozen by both nervousness and embarrassment from this whole situation, and the faint fear of things somehow getting even worse for her if she covered up.
The two brunettes couldn’t help but gasp and stare. Elise. A prefect who normally did room inspections and enforced curfew for them. The slightly slutty clothes and the short lesbian kiss were one thing. Both were fun to watch and participate in, especially since it was a girl like Elise was doing it, rather than one of their peers. But now, the normally authoritative blonde now stood with her boobs blatantly showing. It was unreal. Aside from the amusingly short red checkered skirt, almost every inch of Elise’s fair skin was on display.
“Anna, my dear?” Kaitlyn said. She glanced over to the short brunette, a teasing lilt in her voice. “I believe it’s your turn! Do you have a task for Elise?”
“Hmm,” Anna looked towards Elise in thought. It was impossible to not stare at the prefect’s bare breasts. I mean, they were right there. Totally on display. There was the obvious task, of course. Removing the skirt. But that was almost too easy, and Anna was nicer than Kaitlyn. The nearly naked prefect deserved a minute to breathe before being more exposed, as Kaitlyn would obviously find a way to do away with the skirt no matter what. “Oh, I’ve got one!” she exclaimed, thinking of something a little more creative.
“Hold on,” Kaitlyn held up a finger before Anna could continue. “Elise. My little prefect. Are you ready for your fourth task? Answer properly.”
Elise desperately wished she could slam on the brakes. She almost spoke up and objected about it being Anna’s turn, since Anna would only be fourth if the tasks counted girl to girl. After all, Elise just stripped. To a timer, no less. Surely she was on task five or six. Looking back, however, she realized Kaitlyn managed to get her to do all of that for free. The third task was to go commando, bra included. Somehow, that escalated into stripping as quickly as possible, and then showing her boobs to all three girls. And yet, no task was ever mentioned. Even worse, she already agreed to keep her hands down.
The blonde nervously glanced down towards her bare breasts. She knew what they looked like. She saw them every day when putting on or taking off a bra. But seeing them in this context just made her blush all over again. Because she wasn’t topless in her room. She was topless in Kaitlyn’s room. In front of three eighteen year old girls, none of whom would ever respect her authority again.
Deep down, Elise knew she should call this off. Every second that passed just made her feel more exposed. And yet, she found herself reluctantly answering Kaitlyn instead. Blushing at the way the redhead kept addressing her in the most casually demeaning ways.
“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise quietly said. Still glancing down at her bare chest. “I’m ready for my fourth task . . .”
**Part Fifteen**
Anna looked Elise over again and again. Her eyes constantly dropped to the prefect’s exposed chest. Not too big, not too small. No tan lines. Small pink nipples. It was strange seeing a girl in such detail. The short brunette had obviously seen glimpses of other topless girls in the locker room, but this was entirely different. This was a girl who was standing fully on display, not changing with her back turned and with her locker door blocking most of the view.
Kaitlyn was an evil genius. To get a prefect to be so malleable, so obedient? It was crazy. Anna was so grateful to be friends with the redhead. Being enemies, or even a target, would be awful.
‘I’m ready for my fourth task.’
Elise just said it. And it was Anna’s turn. She already thought through all the potential ideas the three of them tossed around in the hour before the prefect arrived. Nothing was set in stone, as it all depended on how things played out. But overall, things had gone fairly smoothly. Kaitlyn was right. Elise was too worried about her possessions to think clearly at first. And the deeper the hole she dug, the more difficult it would be to get herself out.
While Anna constantly sought Kaitlyn’s approval, the brunette also felt a tiny bit nervous about bossing a prefect around like this. Kaitlyn assured Anna and Caroline they wouldn’t get in trouble. Their friend was amusingly wicked, but she was also fiercely protective. Kaitlyn wasn’t scared of the professors and administrators, and she would happily take all the blame for this if Elise ratted them out. Even so, Anna stuck to the more innocent tasks when it was her turn. Just in case.
“Okay, Elise,” Anna said, “Your fourth task is to go to dinner with us.”
Simple, and seemingly innocent, but Anna knew Kaitlyn would approve. The leader of their little gang already stressed the importance of prolonging Elise’s time with them. This task would ensure she stuck around until dinner, and then returned to their dorm afterwards to get her things back. It would then be up to Kaitlyn if she wanted to extend things beyond that.
Meanwhile, Elise was still nervously standing there topless. Every few seconds, her hands twitched at her sides, yearning to reach up and protect her bare chest. Even if it was just girls seeing her, it was still wrong. Wrong because it was indecent, wrong because she was a prefect, and wrong because it wasn’t like her at all.
And yet, the blonde managed kept her hands at her sides, in the name of ‘not freaking out.’ In the name of protecting sensitive information about all the other first-years. Elise tried to ignore the fact that all three girls were blatantly staring at her. None of them tried to hide the fact that they were checking out all her exposed skin, and Kaitlyn’s confident smirk persisted the entire time.
Elise chose to focus on Anna. The one speaking and, more importantly, the one who wasn’t smirking at her. “Umm . . .” Elise hesitated at the question. On the one hand, she understood that dinner meant even more time with these girls. But on the other hand, it was a simple task. The prior one involved removing her undergarments, and in a not so graceful way. Dinner didn’t seem awful in comparison, especially considering that she’d be clothed. Hopefully in her own clothes again, rather than Anna’s. “Okay,” she replied, lightly blushing when she felt a tiny breeze tickle her chest.
“Say it properly, Elise,” Kaitlyn reminded her.
“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise said. She turned back to Anna, “Anna, I will go to dinner with all of you.”
Kaitlyn caught Caroline’s amused sideways glance. The blonde said ‘Yes, Miss Kaitlyn’ so quickly, and didn’t even seem to catch how effortlessly it came out. As usual, the redhead knew she could do so much more with such a seemingly simple task. “Elise,” she said, quietly and calmly, “You’re talking to Anna. Ask her to dinner, and ask her properly.”
“I-” Elise’s voice caught in her throat. Now the blush returned, a darker shade of red than the light pink that came from being totally topless. Kaitlyn was being obnoxious about her ‘crush’ and their kiss again. Fine. She would show Kaitlyn that none of this bothered her. “Anna, may I take you to dinner?” Elise asked. She tried it overly polite just for good measure.
Of course, that wasn’t good enough. Kaitlyn ‘coached’ her through a few more attempts, adding a number of incriminating and wildly untrue details. Even so, the redhead nonchalantly insisted they were known facts. The other girls nodded in agreement every time, making it sound like Elise was simply in denial of her own feelings.
“What are you, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked near the end.
“I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise mumbled.
“Then prove it.” Kaitlyn said. She gestured towards the short brunette sitting on the bed nearby, “Take her hand and get it right, Elise. Be a good girl.”
Deep down, Elise knew it was a bad idea. But on the surface, she couldn’t help but listen to Kaitlyn’s patronizing words. It seemed like the only way to ‘complete’ the task was to do it Kaitlyn’s way. She was so close. Once she said the mortifying words, there would only be three tasks left.
Well, three tasks and dinner.
Elise walked over to Anna and took the girl’s hand. She tried not to think about the fact that her bare breasts were now at eye level for both brunettes on the bed. “Anna,” Elise began. Just like with the kiss, Anna’s bubbly smile softened now that things were a little more ‘real.’ Before she lost her nerve, Elise continued. “I’ve had a crush on you for weeks. I can’t help but check you out whenever I see you. And when we kissed . . . I- I was the happiest girl in the world.” She could feel her cheeks burning. Kaitlyn’s words, Elise’s voice.“I’d like to ask you out on a date . . . May I take you to dinner, Anna?”
For a moment, the whole room was quiet. Even Kaitlyn, though she was no doubt waiting for Anna to come up with a response of her own.
“It’s a date,” Anna winked. She squeezed Elise’s hand at the same time, giving that same cheery smile as she finally let go, “I can’t wait, Elise. Maybe I’ll even get a kiss at the end of the night!”
“Oh, she’ll kiss you,” Kaitlyn said, as if it was already decided, “But before your date, my little prefect still has some tasks to do for us!”
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