Nasty Advantage
"Girls," Jenna began, "First off, my name is Ms. Tarp. We have a little problem and I need your input. How do you think we should handle what just happened in the locker room?"
The room was silent as the girls tossed knowing glances at each other. Finally, after a few seconds, one girl raised her hand tentatively.
"Yes," said Jenna, almost afraid of what she might suggest.
"Well," she began, "the way most of us see it is, it's YOUR problem, not ours. We didn't do anything wrong, you did."
Jenna felt flushed at hearing the girl's words. She was right. It was HER problem and she WAS the one who did something wrong. At that moment Jenna thought she'd opened a Pandora's box. She needed to find a way out, and fast.
Before Jenna could say anything, the girl continued, "You're the one who was naked in front of US. You're the one who used OUR showers instead of your OWN. You're the one who paraded around in the nude and kept dropping your clothes on the floor and bending over and stuff."
The girl's words cut Jenna like a knife. Everything the girl said was true, at least in their perception. She felt herself getting light-headed again. Her ears were pounding as her pulse quickened. She wanted to say something to stop the girl, but she couldn't think of anything to say.
"My mom always tells me that 'she's the adult, and I'm the child'," the girl kept on, "and in this case, you're the adult. So we all know that you're the one who'll get in trouble, not us. In fact, you could probably go to jail for what you did in there, couldn't you?" she asked slyly.
"Jail!" Jenna screamed in her mind. "My gawd, she's absolutely right!" Now visibly shaken, Jenna tried to back pedal. "uh...well, I-I don't think I could go to...to jail for that," she stammered.
"Well, we do, don't we girls?" the girl asserted to the nodding and muffled 'yes's'.
Jenna was now totally off guard. She needed a way out, and fast.
"Are you willing to risk going to prison, Ms. Tarp?" the girl pointedly asked.
"Prison!" Jenna shrieked in her mind, "Now it's prison." Somehow, 'prison' sounded worse than 'jail'.
"Well, are you?!" the girl pressed.
Jenna was sure the answer was 'no', but she still felt uneasy about giving up what little control she had over these young teenage girls as it was. If she admitted that she didn't want to risk prison, what would that lead to? She could see all the girls hanging intently on her answer, and the room fell silent as they waited.
"If you're not willing to respond, I guess we just tell the head mistress and let her decide what to do," the girl finally said.
At this, Jenna felt a shiver run up her spine. She couldn't' afford for the head mistress to find out what happened, so she pleaded, "Oh, no, PLEASE don't tell the head mistress. I can't afford that. Please don't tell. I'll do whatever, but please don't tell!" Jenna sheepishly responded, looking down at the floor. Jenna, once again, felt naked even though she wasn't. She felt like she'd been stripped of everything, her dignity, her control, her very essence. She hated to beg these little girls, but what choice did she have? She could lose everything if they told and maybe even go to prison!
"Okay then. Let's come to an agreement. You do what we want, and we won't tell. Agreed?" offered the girl.
Jenna figured the girls would want to fool around during class and not do any real 'gym class' stuff or maybe even want good grades out of it, neither of which compared to the other option, so she agreed.
The girls huddled together and whispered amongst themselves. Jenna tried to listen in, but they kept very quiet, and several girls checked over their shoulders to make sure she couldn't hear. For several minutes, the girls conspired together before breaking up.
The leader stepped forward again with her list of demands. "First off, we want to play games during gym class, no exercising or junk like that."
Jenna let out a sigh of relief as she agreed to the first simple demand.
"Second, we want to go outside and play whenever we want, so long as it's nice," was the next demand.
Jenna began to feel good about her decision to give up the control of the class to the girls and agreed again.
"We get to wear whatever we want, and you have to wear to whatever we tell you," came the next demand.
Jenna was puzzled by the cryptic nature of the request, but agreed anyway. At least she said 'wear' something, she reasoned.
"And last, when we ask you to do something, you must do it without asking questions, or we'll go straight to the head mistress and tell her what you did today. Understood?" reprimanded the girl in a serious tone.
Jenna shuddered at the thought, but figured the first several requests were so benign that this last request was just as harmless. Strangely enough, she felt a twinge of arousal surge through her at those words, too. She felt her nipples spring to life and her pussy moisten a little. It was weird. Why would she find that exciting, she wondered.
Jenna found herself lost in her own fantasies for a moment as she pictured herself being asked to do erotic things like dance for them. She inhaled a deep sigh as her mind wandered.
"Great," yelled a girl, "let's go play!" And they took off like wild animals, running through the gymnasium yelling and screaming, throwing balls and chasing each other.
Jenna sat on the bleachers and watched as the girls played. Fifteen minutes before the class was scheduled to conclude, Jenna yelled for the girls to hit the showers. The girls obediently scampered into the locker room to shower and change. Jenna followed the last girl in. Once inside, she heard the door close behind her and latch. She turned around, and a girl had locked the door.
"Okay," the head girl said, "shower for us."
"W-what?" Jenna said nervously.
"I said shower for us. And remember our agreement, no questions, or we tell," reminded the girl. "Now take off your clothes and shower for us." Jenna felt a bead of sweat run down her back. Certainly, these girls couldn't be serious. But judging by the serious look on her face and that of the others in the room as they gathered around, Jenna couldn't take that chance. Her reluctance spawned a chant to begin.
"Strip," a few began.
"Strip," a few more chimed in a low murmur.
"Strip," said the class in unison.
"Strip...strip...strip," they chanted as Jenna began to unbutton her blouse.
Jenna sensed a pulsating energy develop as the girls continued their evil chant, and as her fingers opened the last button and pulled the garment free from her skirt. For a short moment, she clutched the open blouse tightly together at her chest, when something strange happened. Jenna could feel the energy and excitement building within the room and in each girl. She knew what they wanted, and she somehow found herself strangely aroused by it.
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