**Note:** This is all there is of this story. More may be forthcoming, but not a for a while. I’ve just been posting old stuff while I’m on vacation. Enjoy.
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**Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 6)**
The girls arrived at the uniform shop a few minutes later, and given the pleasant evening, Regina had nearly been able to forget her nudity, but stepping into the shop, the bells ringing, reminded her of her first visit of being ‘sparked’ for the first time, and brought her current situation back into focus.
“Sandy!” Evelyn Stevens walked out from the back of the shop, heels clacking on the wooden floor. “Oh, and Regina, you two have met up, I see, excellent!” She gave Sandy a quick hug and nodded to Regina. “Would you girls like some tea? I just made a pot, jasmine. I usually have a cup or two as business ends for the day.” She looked at Regina. “You’re here for some more pajamas, I assume?”
“She wants the first-year version of this,” Sandy plucked at the skirt of her gown. “And she needs to know if she has the gym uniform and swimsuit, too, right?” Sandy looked at Regina, and she nodded. “Can we sit in your office? We don’t need a male student walking in here and having some fun with us. We’re here to talk.”
“Certainly.” Evelyn said, waving them in the direction. “I’ll be here if anyone comes in, though it’s doubtful at this hour. You girls head back, and I’ll get Regina her gown and another pair of slippers so she has something to wear.”
“Panties, bra, and stockings, so she can have some spares for her backpack, just leave them in their packaging.” Sandy said to Evelyn as she moved off to the stockroom. “Don’t worry, I know you can afford it.” Sandy said. The girls walked to the back of the store, Sandy clearly aware of the location of the office, and they went inside. It was a decent space with a desk, a computer, a few chairs. Sandy sat down, but Regina waited since she was still naked. “You need to take a breather, Regina.” Sandy said, stretching out her legs in the chair. Regina sighed. She was wound up. Medical exams, that weren’t as clinical as she was used to, walking around naked, thinking about what happened in the shop last time, and Sandy as a constant reminder of how far she was from her real life…it was overwhelming. To think of it as any less was impossible.
“Here we go,” Evelyn said, walking in the room. She handed Regina gown and pair slippers, already free from the packaging. The gown went on similar to Sandy’s, belting at the side, though the neckline wasn’t as low, was lacier, and lower half of the gown was only slit up one side. She was relieved to wearing something, but more so than the other pajamas she’d worn so far, her nudity was fully visible with no seams—just layers of sheer fabric—in between. “Please sit…” Evelyn offered, starting to pour the tea. “Oh, and I double checked, you should have a set of gym clothes as well a bathing suit with the rest of the uniform items I sold you the other day. You may have just put it all away without noticing them.”. She took a sip of her tea. “The clothes really do much better when you hang them up, though.” She suggested. “Do they have wrinkle free clothing in your world?”
“We’ve talked about this before, Evelyn…” Sandy said, though it was a plane tone. “Materials science is far more advanced here in pretty much all ways…whether it’s how a car is built, a building, electronics, even clothes.” She tugged at her gown. “We have stuff that’s wrinkle resistant, stain resistant, but not like here.” She looked to Regina. If you hang your clothes up, the wrinkles will fade away in about thirty minutes. No iron, no steam from the shower. And spill tea on them…or similar liquids,” she dipped her finger in her tea and let a drop fall in her lap. The tan liquid beaded and started sliding off her gown. “See? And it lasts the life of the clothing. Doesn’t fade away with washing.”
“Well, technically—.” Evelyn started to say.
“But what about the spot fees?” Regina asked.
“Tradition, not *necessity*.” Evelyn said. “Don’t misunderstand me, fluids with a more solid component like, well, semen, it won’t completely come clean unless you use a wipe or something right away, but not everything is modern fabric, nor treated with the same properties. First and second year uniforms, in particular, stain pretty easily.” Evelyn ran a hand up her leg. “Also, my stockings are silk, for example, and our visitor the other day,” she looked to Regina, “treated them rather *roughly*. I doubt I’ll get them back in pristine condition. It would be significant black mark were it anyone but a Williams or such.” She kicked off her heels, rubbing her feet in turn. “Don’t mind me.” She said. “The first two weeks of a term are tough on me…basically twelve hours on my feet. I’m looking forward to going back to standard shop hours a week from now. But back on topic,” Evelyn said, wiggling her toes and leaning forward, “what is it you already miss, Regina, what do you miss about your *old* world?” Regina wasn’t really sure how to answer. She hadn’t given it a lot of thought, and Evelyn was treating it like story time rather than a real thing.
“You know my rules, Evelyn… You tell me about this world, growing up at Willoughby, and such, and I tell you a little about home.” Sandy cautioned, looking at Regina. “We trade stories, that way I get deeper insight into this world, and she gets something about ours. You can give your stories away for free, but a little cultural knowledge is very useful.”
“You are no fun.” Evelyn said, laughing.
“Since you decided to expand our circle with Regina, here,” Sandy said, “*without* asking me, how about you expand my understanding of how you got the nickname, Even Stevens?” Evelyn’s jaw clenched, her mouth a straight line.
“I thought it was just because it rhymed…” Regina said.
“No…” Evelyn sighed. “Maybe now, a few years later, people think that’s all it is, maybe, though you never can tell who has separated fact from rumor.” her eyes looked off to the distance behind her glasses.
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“You’ve probably heard my mother used to run this shop. I was still in college—a sophomore here at Willoughby—when she decided to retire early and re-marry. I was too young to take over, and Gunderson was already doing the tailoring and many other duties, so he took over while I finished my studies, though, at the time, I didn’t really know if I wanted to take over the shop. I mean, my mother ran it with my dad for almost ten years until he died, and then for another fifteen on her own. It was a good job. We have housing on campus, the money’s good, of course—.”
“Yeah, because you have a monopoly…” Sandy said.
“Because we provide unparalleled *service* and *quality* for the adult children of very important families.” She countered. “My family, in one form or another, has been here for over a hundred years, and while I didn’t really want to turn away from that, I didn’t want to jump right in either.” She poured herself some more tea and took a sip. “After I graduated, I took a break, went to see a little of the world. I’d traveled a bit as a kid and teenager, but I wanted to see how other countries lived, interact with them as an Announced woman, not as a sheltered kid doing all the tourist stuff.”
“Travel the world, see interesting dicks, and fuck them…” Sandy said.
“See, this is how I know you’re not from…here…” Evelyn said, sitting up straight. “It’s not about the sex. That’s always part of it, simply because that is how we all interact here, but Announcement and Privilege? It’s different all around the world. You can look a lot of this up on the internet,” she said that more to Regina than Sandy, “but here in America, we’re considered some of the most prudish, rule-oriented first-world countries on the planet. You expect things to be odd in places where they barely have roads, or only had clean dependable water for the past few decades, but Europeans come here and they’re utterly confused about why we must wear clothes in public if we’re not working, or basically doing anything else that requires clothing. Meanwhile, I went to the beach in Italy—everyone is naked there—but almost got fined because I didn’t wear a swim cap. Can you believe it? Yes, of course, in Europe I had my fair share of fun with men and women on my travels, but unlike in the States, sex is almost entirely for fun, where here we treat it first as a release—for the men—and only then can you look into having fun. Here, someone gets an erection, and you’re just expected to lift your skirt and let them have their way. In England, Norway, France, Italy…plenty of other countries, a hand caresses your knee, someone grabs your hip, whispers in your ear…they want you interested, not just dutiful, you know?”
“In our world, Europeans generally seemed more comfortable with their sexuality than Americans…though we had a lot religious interference more recently.” Regina said.
“This is all fascinating, though not really new to *me*,” Sandy said, “*and* you seem to be neglecting how you got your nickname.”
“Fine.” Evelyn said. “You’re so impatient. I needed money to travel abroad for a year after graduating, so in the summer between my junior and senior years, I did porn for a couple of months.” Sandy nearly spit out the tea she was drinking. “Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t want to be beholden to my mother and her new husband, especially since I wasn’t sure if I was going to return to the family business, and I had an old roommate whose father was in the movie business…he was able to put me into contact with the right people.”
“Okay, this is where I’m confused.” Regina said, frowning. “I’ve been watching shows at night with my roommate like Grey’s Anatomy, Elementary, even comedies like Modern Family…these are all shows that exist in my world, with mostly the same actors, but here…here they get naked, they have actual, visible sex on the screen…in prime time. That’s porn to *me*. How is the porn *here* different that? Are you saying you were an actor, or what?”
“She just got done telling you how things are stricter here than in Europe,” Sandy was smiling, laughing a little, “but you don’t see how some things might not be allowed on TV? Have you seen anything beyond straight sex, oral, or handjobs? No. We’re still fucking prudes—literally and figuratively—here in the US. So yeah, the blonde mom in Modern Family had a whole episode last night where she accidentally loses her clothes and has to sneak home naked, you see her fully nude, she gives a blowjob to a mailman so he won’t tattle on her, satisfies half a football because they think she’s the entertainment for an post-win party—again, a lot of which they show, but she’s also a pretty good actress, so she fucks a lot—and then, she comes home and find her husband naked and waiting in the bedroom, where he proceeds to fuck her and complain about *his* day…funny, right? But you ignored that she was embarrassed about walking around nude…because you don’t do that off campus. You don’t really offer yourself as easily when you’re *married*. You don’t trade favors for sex—I mean, people do in informal situations, but you’re not *supposed* to. It’s all about rules, taboos, it’s what makes it funnier to the locals,” she pointed to Evelyn.
“I don’t watch that show.” Evelyn said.
“It’s gone downhill, even in this universe’s version with all the fucking.” Sandy quipped. “But, I think this will be a great lesson for Regina…what exactly is porn…or more importantly, what did *you* do?”
“You make it seem as if I’m *still* doing it. I wouldn’t be allowed to work here if I was, you know. Willoughby likes to maintain a certain image.”
“But they know…the school…that you did it.” Sandy said. It wasn’t a question.
“Of course, but we’ll get to that.” She eased back in her seat. “I went to visit my old roommate in California under the pretense of staying at her family’s place on the beach. She knew why I was flying out there, her father, too, but I didn’t tell my mother the real reason. Within two days of being there, getting over the jetlag, I have several auditions lined up. My roommate, Lisa—her dad—managed to get a me a couple real acting auditions, but I really wasn’t any good. Lisa’s father really liked my look, natural, real, he called it, and thought I had a good shot in porn. Most of the young men and women on campus, they’ve all had beauty therapies of some sort, for weight, height, breasts, penis size, you name it…they all look too perfect. The poor people all pursue the same to the point of looking almost plastic, but then you have people like me…solidly middle class. The only treatment I’ve had is for acne.”
“But you’re gorgeous.” Regina interjected.
“Thank you,” Evelyn blushed a little, “that’s very kind, but my breasts aren’t perfectly symmetrical,” she smiled broadly, “one of my teeth are slightly askew,” Regina was having a hard time seeing anything, “and, of course, I wear glasses.” She sighed. “There’s more, of course, but I’d rather not discuss all my flaws. I’d need something *stronger* than tea.” She took a sip. “I won’t bore you with the TV auditions, but my first porn audition was over before I even got undressed. They didn’t like my feet, and they did a lot of feet stuff, apparently. The next place like me, but they wanted me to grow my hair in, legs, pubic, and underarm. It wasn’t really for me. That was *weird* to me…I’m not ashamed to admit that. I still had four more auditions lined up in the coming week, but the third, right before the weekend, was a success. They hired me on the spot. The work, at first, was kind of like the TV show you were talking about. They loved the fact that I was a Willoughby girl, that it made me seem stuck up, prudish, sexy, embarrassed about doing what I was doing. A lot of that was projected by them onto me, to be honest. I wasn’t *really* in the same category as most Willoughby girls, and I wasn’t that shy about my body, either, but apparently it didn’t seem that way on camera. I had my first shoot the next Monday, almost a thousand dollars for few hours work. It was just me pretending to live in an apartment with no curtains, and they filmed me acting like I was sleeping, walking around naked, getting ready for work, masturbating, then acting all shy and embarrassed when I notice a guy across the way watching me. He jerks off, comes off the balcony across the way—it doesn’t even touch me—and that was it.”
“That’s, um, less than I was expecting.” Sandy said.
“It was my first video. I made a little over twenty films in the three months I stayed with my friend in California. The first few were all about me being unaware I was being an exhibitionist, no blinds, an outfit I supposedly didn’t know was see-through in daylight, that sort of thing. I was popular enough that they started coming up with more elaborate stories, but mostly things about me being ignorant, naive, and, well, that’s sort of how I became interested in you girls…Lost Girls, right?”
“What do you mean?” Sand asked.
“I played a character in five longer videos where the premise was that, well, *wherever* I came from—they never bothered to script it that far—I didn’t know anything about the culture here. They didn’t even have me pretend to be from some unknown country, I was just oblivious to Announcement, Privilege, the day to day interactions of people. My character always agreed to everything, didn’t get freaked out by like I’ve seen the two of you do at points, but it’s similar idea, right?” Sandy shrugged. “The first video in that series, I went to work for a company, and Jenny, my character, didn’t know that people weren’t supposed to have sex that often at work, only on breaks and stuff, so I’m pushing around a mail cart, and men are taking me at every stop, which slows up the mail, and Jenny doesn’t know to not let them come all over her clothes, and the other employees are laughing about it, telling her she’s not allowed to get cleaned up before finishing the mail, and this goes on for almost an hour of video before I end up at the CEO’s office, where he sees the state I’m in, and then gets upset with his secretary that no one told him company policy had changed, then he fucks me, too.”
“Well, that…definitely sounds like porn.” Sandy said.
“There’s a lot of fetish stuff going on in videos like that.” Evelyn continued. “For one, I wasn’t wearing an Announcement bracelet, people lied to me to get sex, they broke office rules, they came all over my clothes without offering to pay for cleaning, the boss had sex with me during work hours…a few others, I’m sure, that I probably didn’t realize at the time. My second part of that series, the secretaries were jealous of me because I got promoted out of the mail room, and they took me out to build an Announcement bracelet for me.” Regina sat up, thinking about how Kiera helped her in the bookstore the other day. “Of course, they convinced me to add all sorts of colors and combinations on my bracelet, which led to people groping me on the streets, asking for my underwear, which one bead said I had to give them, getting bukkake’d at a bus stop, eventually leading to me getting spanked by the CEO. None of it was crazy. I did have limits, but it expanded my views and added a few beads to my *real* Announcement bracelet,” she blushed a little, “my second to last porn shoot was the first time I even did girl-on-girl…exclusively. And, I’ll be honest, it was fantastic. I honestly thought, for a few weeks, I might have been a lesbian, but it was mostly a phase. I made almost thirty-five thousand in that time, enough to get me to Europe and let me travel around for a good length of time.
“At the time,” she continued, “I really enjoyed it, but by the middle of my senior year, word started to get around, quietly of course, that I had been in a few porn shoots. Plenty of the students thought less of me *before* then, simply because my mother was, in their eyes, nothing more than a shopkeep, but my doing porn, well, that was *expected* of my kind, right? It never got so bad that I was fully outed, but I had a handful of students approach me with my videos, asking me to do some of the things I did. Of course, my real Announcement bracelet didn’t match the vast majority of what I was willing to do for money, so I had to turn away a lot of disappointed guys and a few girls as well. This didn’t stop a few people from taking advantage of my need for secrecy, so I was sparked more than few times, had my bra and panties stolen from my locker during racquetball, was pantsed on the quad. If I had reported any of it, it would have revealed my secret to the school, my mother, and I was months from graduating, and leaving the country, too.”
“Getting to Europe was a relief, and no one ever recognized me there. I wasn’t famous by any stretch of the imagination, and I’ve always somewhat suspected my old roommate was the one who originally told people about my porn work to other people on campus. By the time I started working at this shop, almost two years later, most of the people who knew my secret had graduated or gotten bored with the idea of teasing me over it. I told the school my situation before I took the job permanently, and I was told I had to buy back my videos in five years or less, otherwise, I could find work elsewhere.”
“Wait,” Regina said, “we’re talking internet videos, here, right? Not, discs or something?”
“Of course.” Evelyn said. “All media contracts, TV, music, porn…if you’re the primary author or actor, you pay back the money you received, plus whatever stipulated interest in the contract, and they give you your works.
“The rights to your works.” Sandy said.
“No…” Evelyn looked confused, “I got all of my videos, the people who purchased them received refunds, and everything was deleted from the internet.
“I—.” Sandy started to say, but stopped, thinking. “In our world, that is outright impossible. Once it’s out on the internet, it never goes away, but I’ve seen the computing power available at your fingertips, I suppose you can just delete stuff, like, from everywhere. I suppose it really is just a technical limitation on media analysis.”
“You can’t really use media without being connected to the network, and if the network recognized an me in an old video of mine, it would be deleted immediately, and the owner would receive an email instructing them how to get their refund, presuming it was a legal copy. I saved everything I had for another two years, and finally paid off my contract, nearly forty-five thousand by that point…everything was, well, *even* for Miss Stevens…” She gave a tight smile.
**End Part 6**
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Part 5 here:
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