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The Prefect, Parts 11-15 [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal] [ENF/Exhibitionism]

**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. Read more »

The Tutor, Part Fifteen [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal]

**PART FIFTEEN**

Playing it cool was a given.

The real question was, should I mention that Bridget and I knew each other? That would be the understatement of a lifetime.

It would be easier to sway Annabelle back to my side if I could tastefully cast my former rival in a more negative light, but it also ran the risk of my name being mentioned to Bridget when Annabelle let her know her services actually weren’t needed. If I omitted any relationship with Bridget, however, then how would I make myself sound better in comparison? Except, of course, for the fact that I was Annabelle’s top choice the first time around.

I was still in the midst of our phone call, so I had to make a snap decision. The former made for easier conversation, as long as I kept reminding myself that less is more. Keep it light, keep it friendly; there was no need to get into the old rivalry. “Hmm, Bridget?” I said, “I didn’t know she had any tutoring experience.” Like I was one to talk. But this was about making Annabelle doubt Bridget, so my nonexistent teaching history mattered less than *her* nonexistent teaching history. Read more »

The Tutor, Part Fourteen [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal]

**PART FOURTEEN**

I’ve always hated phone calls.

While they’re definitely the way to go in order to avoid excessive back and forth texting, there are just too many drawbacks compared to other forms of communication. Talking with someone face to face has the advantage of facial expressions and body language. Typing out a text or email lets you organize your thoughts in written form before pressing ‘Send.’ But both those perks are lost over the phone.

Long story short, calling Annabelle might have been a bad idea.

I had been a lot more focused on IF I would be reaching out and suggesting another session. The pros and cons. Annabelle’s passion and initiative for mathematics was a huge draw, as was the outlandish amount of money I’d be making from each session, but how was I supposed to put that into words? It was too late to back out, however. It’s not like I could just hang up on her. “Oh, hey,” I said, “Sorry to bother you so late.”

She quietly scoffed. “Please. It’s barely even nine. Besides, you never bother me.” Read more »

The Dancer, Part Fourteen [F19/F18] [Dub-con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]

**PART FOURTEEN**

Zoey wasn’t making it easy.

Since we were right up against each other, the only way down to her waist would be putting my face right into her cleavage on the way down. But what choice did I have? We were running out of time. And, with the way Zoey was sensually holding me close by the sides of my breasts, I couldn’t simply step back to get the job done. Cringing at how it was going to look for the audience who all were under the impression that I liked girls, I placed my hands on the young blonde’s hips and began lowering myself along with her shorts.

Sure enough, she decided to ‘help.’ Abandoning my boobs in order to guide me along, Zoey pulled my head forward and simultaneously jutted out her chest. Now that she was just in a bra, I ended up buried in her cleavage and blushing up a storm until she loosened her grip. I’m sure it was hot for the boys who enjoyed watching two girls doing such things, but it didn’t do anything for me. And, instead of squirming in discomfort, I had to do the counterintuitive thing and keep the show going. Slightly rolling my hips and making a show of grazing my lips against the exposed part of her breasts, I continued doing whatever it took to lean into the nightmare these girls had concocted for me. Anything to rip off the bandaid and get the whole thing over and done with. Read more »

The Tutor, Part Thirteen [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal]

**PART THIRTEEN**

–Last Saturday–

The moment Annabelle heard Meredith descending the stairs down the hall, she reached behind her back with a single hand and deftly undid the clasp of her bra.

*‘Finally,’* she thought to herself.

It was hands down her least favorite bra. The band was too tight, her breasts didn’t sit that comfortably in the cups, and the material was so bland compared to most of the lingerie she owned. Pain is beauty, however, and the unloved black number that normally sat at the back of her drawer still served a purpose every now and then. The plain bra did an excellent job of showing off a good amount of cleavage while still appearing to be a normal undergarment; her lace sets would have had the same visual result, but would potentially make Meredith question why a girl would wear such a thing at home on a Saturday morning.

Meredith. Read more »

The Dancer, Part Thirteen [F19/F18] [Dub-con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]

**PART THIRTEEN**

I really had to fall back on my training as I faced Zoey on the table that was our makeshift stage.

Tuning out a crowd was something I was capable of doing, as was matching my expression to the mood of whatever dance I was doing. The blur of an audience, however, was not quite the same as being face to face with someone. There was no way to ignore the blonde girl in front of me, especially as she gazed at me with flirty eyes and a smirk of her own.

This was about to happen. I was about to kiss an eighteen year old girl.

She was still in high school. I was very much straight. “Zoey . . . ” I started to say, as she brushed her shoulder length blonde hair out of her face without once breaking eye contact. Read more »

The Dancer, Part Twelve [F19/F18] [Dub-con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]

**PART TWELVE**

Luckily, I had worn more practical undergarments, as this was supposed to be a dance gig and nothing more. Still, I was nervous about the waistband tearing and could only imagine how loose underwear would make a bad situation worse. With how much I had already suffered through wandering hands, something told me that any number of the drunk and horny guys present would react in a less than pleasant way to something like that.

“Better,” Autumn said.

A wave of murmurs in the crowd was painfully telling. They were picking up on the fact that I was stuck doing whatever Autumn told me to do, rather than simply being the stripper I was hired to be. It was a bit of a revelation for me as well, now that I was on the spot in front of so many former peers of mine. I wanted so badly to leave right then and there, but I didn’t know where any of my things were. No keys to drive myself home, no phone to call a friend to pick me up. With Heather involved, I was also in way too deep to flee for a second time, even if I had the means. Read more »

The Dancer, Part Eleven [F19/F18] [Dub-con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]

**PART ELEVEN**

That was new.

The last time I was on the ‘stage,’ my skirt had been on. Now I was in a thong, however, and Heather’s single dollar bill that she tucked in the waistband of my underwear while we were upstairs was an easy visual that others could do so as well. Once one guy took the initiative, plenty of others followed suit.

I was a proper stripper, strutting my stuff for money. For a moment, I thought that bills being slipped into my thong would be better than my bra. At best, my cleavage had been brushed with each new hand. At worst, there had been a number of ‘accidental’ touches and squeezes during the process of situating the dollar. I’d much rather people touch my hips and thighs than my boobs, so I figured this might be a good change of pace. However, the thong presented an ordeal I hadn’t been prepared for, pretty quickly crushing my hopes for a silver lining amidst my greater exposure to dozens of college students. Unlike my bra, my underwear didn’t give me the opportunity to see everyone’s approach. Those in front of me, sure. Even while swinging my hips and moving to the music, I could keep an eye on my most private area and make sure no one roamed too far south when adding another bill to the growing collection. Read more »