Forcing Boundaries (closed for NinnySnow)

[Bevatoria]

It was funny how things seemed to fall into place for him. Just a short while after he thought he'd received one of the most crushing blows in his life...rejection far beyond what he had thought possible. It just wasn't fair. To work so hard, to try so much only to have it snatched away by forces and fates unjust and unrewarding. Who was it that seemed to have it out for him at every turn?

Probably the same person that had decided to stick him with camera repair on his last day at this hellhole. It wasn't as if he'd enjoyed his job here - weekends doing tech support- but it would be helping to pay for his university tuition, his board, whatever he saw fit to spend on after high school was done. But soon, he wasn't even to have that refuge from the torture of home, as he slipped the memory card into the USB drive. He'd been doing it for the past 3 hours. Slip in 'busted' memory cards or hard drives, fix them up or clear them as necessary - if the drives were corrupted or partially wiped - and get them ready for the customer. Boring, and well below his capabilities.

But all they'd pay an 18 year old for. He kept working at it, frowning in thought as he saw the data on the card load cleanly. "Tyson, this one's working." he started, motioning for his supervisor.

For his part, Tyson (a third year college student with long, light brown hair, and a ballcap on at all times even on duty) barely moved an inch from the desk he was sitting at nearby; several metres away as he leaned back in his chair. "Stop trying to weasel out of work on your last day." he snapped. "I'll expect the rest of your fixes done in a half hour." He turned back to his PC, doing whatever he was doing before...which wasn't work.

With a sigh, he turned back to his screen, double clicking on a random picture to bring it up. "Look, I'm serious...." his eyes widened as windows paint opened up (no money for better, after all) with the image he'd selected. His mouth went dry at the sight of it, and he was gaping at it long enough that Tyson started to peer at him.

"Something wrong?"

"...looks like you're right. The card's not loading." With visible effort, he closed down the image, trying hard to regulate his breathing. "It'll have to be a hard wipe."

Even through his apathy, Tyson winced.

For his part, the student on his last day looked around carefully, making sure nobody else was peering at his station, behind the hubbub of the well known store before opening up another image. It was the same girl he'd seen in the last one. If possible, the picture was...more explicit then the last one. And on he went. His hands went to his pocket, finding the keychain with the USB stick he always kept on it.

What he was about to do was illegal, but since this was his last day anyways he wasn't feeling particularly law abiding towards the company who had just fired him without notice. With practiced motions, he cut and paste the entire library of images on the card to his stick. He placed it back on his chain before taking one final step to get rid of the evidence as he took the card out of the computer, deftly removing two of the pins that would render it useless and unreadable.

"No can do, boss. You'll have to give 'em a new card." He twiddled the tiny item in his hands, showing it to Tyson.

"Shame." The supervisor shook his head. "You done?"

"Yeah."

"Hate to lose you."

Liar. He thought back at Tyson as he continued.

"But with all of the cutbacks, it was necessary." With what looked like visible effort, the apathetic shift supervisor flopped back into his seat. "Could you toss that on the way out?"

"Sure thing." Even through his frustration at losing his job, the student smiled at the first little bit of fortune that fate had thrown his way in a while.

***************

When he got home, he ran up the stairs, ignoring his father (who, in turn, ignored him from his chair, watching TV), quickly closing his door, running his hand through what many termed his mop of brown hair in nervousness before plugging the stick into his computer. He hadn't even changed out of his work clothes yet, and refused to even as his computer loaded up, and eventually read the contents on his device.

The images were all there. Safely tucked away in a folder away from all of the other useless crap that he kept. He opened up the first image, almost disappointed by what he saw. Just a couple of girls, goofing around. Ones that went to his school, probably, but nothing you couldn't get by spending five seconds clicking on facebook.

As he cycled through them, eventually he got to the ones that, while you could spend five second clicking to find ones like them, there were none of this particular girl anywhere. Except on the card that he'd just tossed into the drain on the way home, never to be seen again. These were...naughty, dirty pictures, of a girl he'd long thought about. Respected, in many ways. Loathed, in her easy manner and how she seemed to connect with everyone. Fantasized about...like many guys in his class probably had, like anyone did about someone was unattainable as she was.

To see her like this, so unhinged, so revealed so...naked. Several of these photos were the kind you took as a prank, or a dare, and put away never to be seen again. And now he had them, in his hands. A plan started to form in his head, slowly but surely. One he never thought he'd have the means to pull off, never in his darkest, deepest heart of hearts. But as he cycled through the pictures of her objectifying herself, the pieces started to fall into place. Things that had seemed cruel twists of fortune he could turn to his advantage.

The evening was spent in thought, and in planning. Sleep did not come easily to him, but not out of fear.

But out of excitement.

*************************

And it was that morning he strode into his classroom, nondescript clothing and an old backpack adorning him as he made his way to the back of the classroom. Nobody noticed him, and for once he found he preferred it. His eyes locked onto her as she walked into his homeroom; they shared many of the same classes, and today their first one matched as well.

Their english teacher, one Art Robinson (not that anyone ever called him by his first name), strode into the room, typically out of style in his khakis, blue dress shirt, and an awful red sweater vest. "Good morning, class. Before we begin today, I'd like to congratulate this year's Valedictorian...." a round of polite applause ensued, and he joined it as the rest of the class got to focus on the soon-to-be object of his machinations.

 

[NinnySnow]

"Good morning, class. Before we begin today, I'd like to congratulate this year's Valedictorian....Jennifer Watts!"

Jennifer stood up, beaming and blushing lightly to the attention she was getting.

Jennifer was very pleased with herself, of course. After all, becoming Valedictorian was something she had been trying to accomplish since the first day she entered the school. Now that it had finally happened, Jennifer felt like she could maybe relax a bit for the first time. Unless she did something absolutely major in the last days of her time in high school to totally destroy her reputation, she would definitely be guaranteed a place in a top college of the country.

The Valedictorian vote had been the last obstacle she had been dreading: in her school, it required a combination of having top grades and doing well in a student vote. Jennifer considered it a popularity vote and didn't really like it, but in the end, she did do well in it, which did make her feel pretty good.

---

A lot of her classmates considered Jenni "lucky", or "blessed", or something along those lines. She did seem to have it all made. Her grades were the top of her class; she had naturally stunning looks, an absolutely charming smile and luscious lips, a shapely yet natural figure. But most of all, she was simply extremely pleasant to be around. She was always kind and charming towards everyone. Despite her being the know-it-all super-student, she was never really bullied. Whenever anyone tried to, she just won them over with her amazingly charming presence.

However, the jealous whispers of Jennifer not doing anything for her success were totally wrong. Jenni's success came at a quite heavy price: she didn't have any close friends in school. A lot of buddies, sure, and even more admirers; but she never had time for them, instead choosing to go home and study for her future. She never actually got really close with anyone.

As a result, she had become almost like a goddess figure around her school. Everyone admired her, almost no one disliked her, and practically every guy in the school fantasized about her. But everyone also considered her unapproachable; she was clearly way out of anyone's class.

--

Jennifer was only really close with her family. When she turned 18 three months ago, she had thrown a big party with all her relatives and cousins. All her cousins were girls, girls who were way less interested in studying and way more interested in boys and messing around than Jennifer was. They had decided beforehand that Jennifer wasn't having enough excitement in her life, so what they decided to do was this:

After all the grown-ups had left the party, they lured Jennifer to join a game of Truth and Dare. Over the course of the game, they got Jennifer really drunk with alcohol-related dares. And finally they had dared Jenni to pose nude while they'd take pictures.

The way those pictures turned out was amazing. If such a thing is possible, she managed to look really classy in them - as classy as a wasted teenager spreading her legs for the camera can look.

The next day they had looked at the pictures together, had a good laugh, and then deleted all of them from existence as Jennifer insisted.

Sadly, none of them knew that copies of the pictures were automatically saved on the memory card. And none of them could ever have guessed how those pictures would come to haunt Jennifer three months later.

---

Jennifer sat down as the round of polite applause was dying. "Way to go, Jenni!" a voice shouted from the back. Jennifer replied with a wave of hand and a smile, one of her trademark charmer smiles.

 

[Bevatoria]

He watched her smile, her wave as she presented the image of being embarrassed by all of the adulation she was getting. Just like she was supposed to be. It was always like Jennifer to present the perfect image to everyone. Never one single thing out of place; every hair on her head brushed just so, her clothes fitting her form exactly as she wanted. Every lace (or buckle, as the case was) on her shoe done up or tied. Every time she spoke in public or in private, the words were chosen with care. He knew all of that about her, or at least heard about it. Although he didn't have a ton of friends - certainly not like Jennifer, anyways - they all said the same thing when they talked about her.

There can't be anything wrong with her.

One time, he'd thought that, too. He'd been her lab partner for a couple of weeks last year, and she was kind to him. Whenever he was around her he felt...warm. Accepted. But they didn't hang out in the same circles. So as soon as the partnership was done, they had no more need of each other. Back to just being classmates, people who knew each other's name and said hi once in a while.

Just like everyone else.

Now, things had changed, though. He'd gotten hard looking at the pictures, sure. No red blooded guy wouldn't. The plans he had started to make, if he was bold and precise enough, would make it so he'd have more then pictures to feed his lust for her soon enough. As he watched her sit back in her seat, his thoughts ran to the second part of his plan, his hand idly fumbling in his bag as Mr. Robinson began his lesson for the day, the class settling in.

***************

Another thing that had seemed like a burden had turned into good fortune for him.

Working at a well known computer store had solidified his reputation in the family as a 'techie', fairly or not (truth be told, it was knowing how to use google that fueled most of his electronic expertise). A week ago, his Aunt had dropped off her phone at their house, wondering if her wonderful nephew could patch it up 'as a favor', without taking it in to work, of course. He'd managed to fix the screen and get it to boot up cleanly - a leaky battery had been part of the culprit - but upon taking it back to his Aunt, she'd already bought a new phone with a new contract. Something about liking the 'new fangled touch screen phones' more then her older one.

Other then her contract and number still running on her old phone, which she would be paying for the next six months. He had wondered how one part of the family could be so affluent and rich while he and his Dad barely managed to scrape by. He couldn't see the use in having two phones after she had offered hers to him, so he had wiped it and had almost repurposed it as gaming device before coming upon the pictures of Jennifer.

Now, he had the perfect need for a phone number not attached to him - the phone came up as *PRIVATE NUMBER* whenever it phoned or texted someone. He had just checked it. So now he had explicit photos of Jennifer. And he had the means to deliver it to her.

There was just one small thing missing at this point.

******************************

While Robinson droned on upon this or that, he was barely paying attention to him. The back of the class was good for that, and truth be told he was could sleepwalk his way to a B average in his courses. With the anticipation of what he was about to do building, his mind was focused on two things.

One, on a more...thorough evaluation of Jennifer. Her body, on what she was wearing today, what he would...ask of her once she found out her naughty pictures were not as safe as she thought. And two...how exactly he was going to get her cell phone number. Having an email address was one thing - a relic of their time together as lab partners, and something facebook could get him anyways - but for the next part of his plan, he needed to be able to text her.

A sly smirk lit his face as the answer came to him. Just like Regis suggested...phone a friend.

 

[NinnySnow]

The commotion died off pretty quickly as they all got seated and Mr. Robinson got on with the lecture. Jennifer was only happy to not be the center of attention anymore - she didn't loathe it and could handle herself, but all in all she was happier when she was able to just stay off the radar and focus on her work by herself.

Of course, no one was really surprised about the announcement. Pretty much everyone had expected her to become Valedictorian since her junior year. She just had that air around her: smart, likeable and beautiful.

---

That day, Jennifer was dressed in a way very typical of her: a simple blouse, a pair of tight-fitting jeans and sandals for the warm weather.

That was the way she liked to dress. Simple, elegant and classy. Jennifer actually felt she was just being lazy by not spending more time with picking and combining clothes, but in reality th

Jennifer was on the shorter side, only 5 foot 4. Her body was petite but shapely; her 34C breasts seemed like the perfect fit for her small frame. Whether Jennifer really understood it herself or not, the way she wore her blouse was quietly emphasizing her curves without making it too obvious or showing too much skin. She looked perfect in her modesty, just like her personality.

---

Ten minutes into the lecture, Jenni had pretty much forgotten all about the commotion at the start of the class, and was intently focused on listening to Mr. Robinson. Just because her main goal seemed to be accomplished didn't mean she should start slacking with her studies. She wanted to graduate with perfect grades and flawless reputation.

 

[Bevatoria]

The hour went on, and while he was far from an unable student himself, he found his thoughs unorganized, random. It was one thing to zone out because the class was boring, which he often found English to be. But his eyes kept darting to the one who was so distant, so unobtainable. Even in her simple blouse and jeans, a sandal occasionally dangling off of her cute foot, she was beautiful. Alluring. And the hardest part for him was that she acted like she didn't know it. Ignorant of her charms, the effect she had on people.

The effect she had on him.

He brooded for the rest of the period, saying nothing to anyone until the period ended, and he made his way to History class. He followed from an unnoticeable distance while Jennifer made her way there, lost in the hustle and bustle of students changing classes in the hallway. For that five minutes, they were all the same, simply nameless robots going to and fro at the orders of their teachers and principals, going from one room to the next. While he tended to enjoy History more then English, the silent vigil he'd kept most of the day would have to be broken; they'd be working on their paper for the whole class, which meant he'd have to talk to Darren, his partner. The assignment was to take opposite sides of an issue and write one paper that laid out the pros and cons.

He knew Darren was lazy, but even he was startled when the laid back, lanky student with a short bustle of black hair, upon being asked for his cell number so they could communicate, simply slid his phone over to him. "Put your number in there and I'll call you."

As he got out his own phone to do the same, he slid open Darren's phone, inputting his own number in there while Darren tapped his pencil against the table. He made a quick check on Darren's contact list to make sure his contact got saved, and lo and behold, a familiar name popped up....

Darren snatched the phone out of his hand, but not before he commited the number to memory, backing out to ensure his true aim was not revealed, and luckily, his clueless partner seemed to have no clue. "Come on, man, stop playing with my hardware."

He simply smirked in response before bearing down on the task at hand. It would've only been too perfect if Jennifer had ended up as his partner...but he'd be seeing plenty of her soon enough.

Soon, everyone would be.

 

[NinnySnow]

Jennifer suppressed a yawn as she worked on her assignment. Her partner was a girl known to like partying way more than studying. She was fun company though and Jennifer didn't mind chatting with her, but it meant that the majority of the workload ended up on Jenni alone.

It didn't bother Jennifer as such, in any case she liked to be in control of her own grades so she didn't mind doing the work, but it would be extra work and she was already feeling quite tired.

The class went by fairly quickly in that fashion. Jennifer worked on her assignment, her partner mostly kept her company, and the minutes slipped by.

 

[Bevatoria]

He had to be careful. A plan made in one night would not be without holes, and even as he longed to put it into motion, he spent much of the day revising it, in his head. No plan ever survived contact with the enemy and even as he tried to think of every contingency, to plan for every eventuality, he accepted that there would have to be some things he'd just have to make up on the go. His work on his project was mindless; with Darren agreeing that they'd probably need one more class and maybe a meeting later. They both had the same spare period and had agreed to re-evaulate on Wednesday

At least a respite from Jennifer's presence would be coming soon; he would be off to Biology, and wasn't entirely sure where she'd be going. Right now, he didn't want her distracting him, the tantalizing thought of what he would be able to force on her hanging over his head. Lunch hour would follow, and then the two afternoon classes, one that he knew she had a spare in. It was a useful bit of knowledge gleaned from a library trip during his Physics class; he'd seen her there laughing with some of her colleagues. Maybe they were from the cheer team, the school newspaper...hell, she could even be in the math club for all he knew. Jennifer had that aura about her, that she could do whatever she wanted, be whoever she wanted to be.

The presence of cell phones in their school was tolerated, but they weren't to be used in class. Biology went by uneventfully, and then a lunch hour where Matthew luckily filled every available moment with useless gibberish. Matt was a good friend; one that he was grateful for, and he had inadvertently done him a huge favor by leaving him alone with his thoughts. Well, alone in his mind, anyways.

Physics started after lunch hour, and he moved to the back left corner of the class. Matt simply shrugged at him and sat in a middle row; and as the room darkened and the movie began, he carefully dug in his backpack. His real phone was in his pocket; but the one he was pulling out now was his aunt's old phone. The one someone else was paying for, due to a contract that had unlimited data and texting for the next six months. A phone that had a couple of the naughty photos Jennifer had likely thought never to see again.

And, of course, that had a private number. He'd had the foresight to type the message out. A simple text message, that at first would look like something innocent:

Hi hot stuff. I like your outfit today

 

[NinnySnow]

"Come on, Jenni! You have your head in books all the time anyway, you might as well join us and be done with it!"

Jenni smiled at Cathy, the president of the Literary Club. Cathy had been trying to get her to join the club ever since they first met as juniors, and it definitely didn't seem like she was going to give up even though their studies were coming to an end.

"Oh, stop it Cathy!" Jennifer said with a laugh. "You know all I read is study books! Well, okay, I love my detective stories but everyone can have one weakness!"

What Jennifer didn't say out loud was that the main reason she didn't want to join Cathy's club was that she didn't want anyone else to think like she was turning them down for someone else. Pretty much every single club in the school had asked Jennifer to join at one point, and she had said no to all of them. Her excuse was always the same: she spent all her time studying. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the real reason.

As loved as Jennifer was by almost everyone, she actually felt quite insecure about it. She wanted everyone to like and respect her, and the idea that someone would hate or disrespect her scared her a lot. So Jennifer would choose to not get too close to anyone rather than risk alienating even one person.

"You're hopeless," Cathy said with a sigh. "But I'm not giving up, I'll make you a member yet! I need to go for my English class, are you coming?"

"No, I have a spare now, I think I'll work on that history assignment a bit."

"It's supposed to be a group assignment!" Cathy groaned. "Don't tell me Lindsey is making you work on it all by yourself?"

"Oh, come on Cathy, it's Lindsey were talking about here," Jenni laughed. "It would take twice as long if I tried to include her!"

She made it sound like a joke, but they both knew it really wasn't - Jennifer could work amazingly fast on her own. With that, Cathy left for her class and Jennifer went back in the library to look up some references for her history assignment.

She had barely had time to find the right book when her cell phone vibrated silently to announce an incoming text.

Hi hot stuff. I like your outfit today

Jennifer rolled her eyes. She didn't know who the sender was, but it didn't concern her too much - she knew all too well that numbers spread like wildfire in the school, and it definitely wasn't the first time someone had tried to hit on her with a lame message.

She thought of simply ignoring the message, but she wasn't particularly busy with the assignment, and she preferred to laugh off the courting attempts rather than act snobby. It was really a part of her insecurity: if she could help it, she wanted even the most creepy stalkers to think of her as a nice person if possible. She would humor the guy for a bit, gently turn him down, and let him back off with his pride intact, usually allowing him to pretend it was all a joke to begin with.

That was Jennifer's plan this time around as well when she typed her reply.

Oh thank you, I chose it just so that strangers could send me random compliments.

 

[Bevatoria]

Oh thank you, I chose it just so that strangers could send me random compliments.

Her reply was so typical of her. Noncommital and evasive, yet still nice enough that nobody would think anything of her that she didn't want them to think. A courtesy for the compliment, followed by the slightest bit of sarcasm. Enough to jib, but not enough to offend.

He quickly put his phone away; waiting a few minutes before quickly typing out his reply; the teacher didn't seem to be paying too much attention but it would be easy to see a solitary source of light in what was supposed to be a darkened classroom. Don't be like that, Jennifer. You're not a stranger to anyone here - class valedictorian, top of the honor roll, and an all around wonderful person.

He sent that message, and then added another, more ominous one after it. I'm sure everyone in the school would like to see more of you. :)

 

[NinnySnow]

Jennifer had turned back to her books when her phone vibrated again, twice in a row. She frowned slightly as she opened the messages - same unknown number again. Jennifer was starting to think she really should have just ignored the original message - apparently this person was taking her reply as a sign that she was willing to spend some time chatting, while she really just wanted to focus on her assignment.

She thought about to how to respond for a minute, and finally decided she should keep doing as before, maybe try to gently push him (or her) away.

Nah, attention is not really my thing, and I think everyone should have had enough of me by now

 

[Bevatoria]

Her reply was not surprising.

Nah, attention is not really my thing, and I think everyone should have had enough of me by now

But I haven't. he thought. It looked like their teacher was finally taking notice of him, so he put the phone away, pretending to pay attention to the movie even as his thoughts were anywhere but on the boring scientist on screen, explaining things he thought the students needed to know. In his mind, he pictured her in the library, confused and probably slightly irritated at her mysterious texter. Not knowing who they were, or what their intent was. For all she knew, her 'secret' admirer was a she. The slightest of smirks crossed his lips as he thought about that prospect, the movie droning on in the darkness, giving way to brightness just before the scheduled end of the class.

"No point in starting anything with three minutes left. Why don't you all get on to your next period early." Most of the class stood, the sound of rustling backpacks and zippers being shut rising through the classroom, a few people deciding to chat the time away. But he pulled out his phone, getting his next message ready. Although he knew what the attachment was, he dared not linger on the sight; knowing that while his fellow students would have no problem with the picture he was about to send, his teachers might.

They'd be better with it then Jennifer would be, though....he stood up, only one more press needed into his phone in order to start her downward spiral into embarassment and depravity; their last class was one they had together. Not that he wanted her to be aware of it.

He was among the first students into the room, and took his customary place near the back left of the classroom. He usually sat in the back, and students seemed to be creatures of habit; once you sat at a desk, it seemed to become yours with minor alterations dependent on social cliques and absences throughout the year. He waited for her to arrive, and take her usual spot near the front before hitting 'send'.

Only the most lacklustre of students would check their phones during the class, as it was an outward signal of defiance -and teachers did have the authority to restrict phone use. Their final period teacher. Miss Edwards, had yet to arrive, however, and he had every confidence Jennifer would want to sneak one more peak.

Although he knew she will have wished she hadn't looked, as he kept his eyes forward, the sight of her only in his peripheral vision as his next message appeared on her phone. I've seen more of you, though. And I like what I've seen. Attached to the message was one of the photos of her he'd stolen from the memory card. Her hands were strategically positioned over her 'naughty bit's with a 'come hither' look on her face. It wasn't meant to be serious.

Nobody who saw it would care about that, though.

 

[NinnySnow]

There, all done, Jennifer thought, pleased with herself. She took a glance at the clock on the library wall: still a good ten minutes before the last class of the day. The 'group' assignment was done, as far as Jennifer was concerned; all she'd have to do was spend the next class making sure Lindsey understood what their paper was about.

Jenni made her way to the classroom - just one more to go - and took a seat in the front row, as she always did. To pass the few last minutes, she grabbed her pocket calendar to check if she had any assignments due tomorrow she had forgotten about (she never did forget, but she always made sure to write everything down nevertheless). Just as she was about to do this, she noticed her cellphone vibrate once again.

If she knew the message was from the same unknown stranger, Jennifer probably wouldn't have bothered check the message three minutes before the class started, but she had been so focused on the assignments that she had almost forgotten about this mysterious courter. Thinking it might instead be a message from one of her friends, she decided to quickly check it - Ms. Edwards often came late for her classes anyway.

Oh, great, it's him again, she thought when she noticed the sender, now annoyed that this person didn't seem to know how to take a hint.

This time, though, there was an attachment. A picture. It loaded slowly, revealing more and more of the picture.

Huh, that was weird. It almost looked like...

Looked like...

Jennifer realized what exactly the picture was right as it loaded down to her waist.

It was her, definitely her, definitely naked... and judging from the way she was standing, her knees bent, hands just teasingly covering her breasts, and her misty eyes looking right into the camera with her lips pursed out... there was no doubt this picture had been taken willingly.

Jennifer closed the message as soon as she could. She was in total shock.

Who?

How?

Jennifer stared blankly in front of her for a couple of seconds, trying to make some sense out of the situation. The the thought occurred to her - did anyone else notice the message?

She slowly turned around and looked all around the classroom. Almost all the students had arrived by now, most sat down, some still hanging by their friends' seats and chatting. No one seemed to pay particular attention to her, but that didn't exactly make Jennifer feel too relieved.

Questions were racing through her mind. She knew what that picture was - she had been drunk, but not too drunk to forget about taking those. But it was impossible. They had deleted those pictures. The pictures had never existed outside the digital camera, and Jennifer had made absolutely sure her cousins had wiped them out.

How???

Jennifer slowly raised her cell again. She didn't have a lot of time before the class started, but she couldn't ignore that message. Thinking of what to type, she eventually ended up with a simple

"Who are you?"

 

[Bevatoria]

Even from his position in the back of the classroom, he could tell she was confused, and surprised. The way she just gaped at her phone for a moment was delightful, and he wished he could see the full look on her face. The way her eyes were likely darting, the full view of her mouth open in shock....but discretion was more important, and he put his eyes back lazily towards the front of the room, his phone deep in his bag as she looked around. A futile attempt to find the perpetrator. After she returned to her phone, typing in a few things, he pulled his own back out. The wonders of silent mode....

The return message was simple, desperate. Hopeful?

"Who are you?"

Nobody. It's what he wanted to reply, but it was only the first thought that came out as he typed into his phone quickly. Miss Edwards was not usually punctual but he knew how easy it would be to get caught in his own little world with her in the room, and he couldn't have that - today was about establishing himself without drawing attention. A few peeks confirmed nobody was looking at him, and he again put the phone in his bag, letting a few moments pass with his finger near the send button.

He probably only had seconds, but he wanted her to see the last message and have it on her mind all class. Jennifer was likely unwillingly riveted on what he would say next. So after making sure she wasn't looking at him, he sent what would be his last message for the class, with Miss Edwards mere seconds away.

I'm just someone who likes seeing you. Just like these nice pictures I scrounged up of you. Wanna see more?

 

[NinnySnow]

I'm just someone who likes seeing you. Just like these nice pictures I scrounged up of you. Wanna see more?

Jennifer was still staring blankly at the message when Ms. Edwards entered the classroom. She hastily put her phone away, her heart pounding.

"Wanna see more". He or she had more of them. Maybe even all of them? Jennifer knew well that the one picture she had seen was one of the mildest - they had taken others which left much less of her body for imagination...

She quickly dismissed the idea that this was a prank by her cousins. Jennifer knew them too well, they would never be this mean. But if it wasn't them, then who? And how? Surely no one accidentally shared the pictures on Facebook when trying to delete them, or something?

That thought paralyzed her. What if those pictures were made public? Her reputation would be destroyed. She would likely lose her Valedictorian status. And losing the status would be much, much worse than never having gotten it in the first place... forever she would be known as "the girl who lost her Valedictorian status because of nude pictures."

She would never get into a decent college after that.

She would probably drop out.

Her future would be spent flipping burgers at a McDonalds. And everyone would knew why.

With all these gloomy thoughts running through Jennifer's mind, she was too distracted to follow the class, let alone properly answer a couple of questions Ms. Edwards asked her. She knew she had to say something to the mysterious sender, but there was no way she could use her cell in class. But sitting here, waiting, wondering what would happen if she didn't reply right away was even worse...

"Excuse me, Miss Edwards", she said, making up her mind. "I'm not feeling very well. May I be excused?"

Miss Edwards was surprised, but with Jennifer's reputation, she was quickly excused. Jennifer grabbed her purse and almost ran out of the classroom. As soon as she had closed the door behind her, she grabbed her cell from her purse and started typing furiously as she walked towards the bathroom.

Please, no. I don't know where you got those, but please, you can never show them to anyone.

She hesitated, then added,

Can I buy them back from you?

 

[Bevatoria]

He started to wonder how much he'd really thought this through when he saw Jennifer staring blankly at the message he'd sent. She seemed in shock, like a deer caught in the headlights. He'd expected some measure of confusion and anger, sure. But this was almost too severe. Almost making him wonder how much he'd really thought this through; both in terms of what he had planned and how she could react to it. He didn't want her thinking too rationally about it - which could lead her to the police - or irrationally, which could also lead to taking it to the authorities, her reputation be damned.

He almost got caught staring at her as Miss Edwards came in, although at least the teacher had the good sense not to ask him any questions. Which was more then could be said for Jennifer, who fumbled through a couple of answers - not enough to give anyone pause, but something that could lead to a pattern being detected if she wasn't careful.

Well, if hewasn't careful. Jennifer eventually got up to excuse herself, which caught him off guard. She was going to text him back, desperate for an answer. Not getting one would be far from blowing his cover - as virtually everyone in school would be unable to answer unless they had a spare period - but he felt an irresistible urge to keep her on edge.

With very careful movements, he reached into his bag - a motion which would draw attention to him, although not overly so as there were millions of reasons people would need to grab stuff - grabbing his phone just as her reply came in.

Please, no. I don't know where you got those, but please, you can never show them to anyone.

He carefully shielded the phone with his arm, pretending to be interested in his note taking. His fellow students wouldn't rat him out - unless he flaunted what he was doing - but still he would want to take no more chances then he absolutely had to.

This was a test. Which, to him, meant he had to, starting on his reply even as her next message popped up.

Can I buy them back from you?

He looked back at the board, at his teacher, and at the lone message she had sent him. She wouldn't be able to hide in the bathroom forever, and if he was going to get her to do anything it'd have to be right now. Which meant no more teasing, and no more smiling. No mention of anything except what he wanted her to do.

If you don't want the pictures shared, untuck your blouse from your jeans and undo two buttons.

He didn't say whether that would be her penance. Or even if she could buy them back from him. All he had asked was for her to do something, and her response would tell him how far he would be able to take her. That or he'd adjust his planning.

A sly smile came to him, just briefly, as it occurred that he hadn't specified which two buttons he wanted her to undo. He sat back, keeping his phone tucked under a textbook page as he awaited her return.

 

[NinnySnow]

If you don't want the pictures shared, untuck your blouse from your jeans and undo two buttons.

Jennifer read the message sitting in her bathroom stall. She frowned at the mesage. It seemed like she had been right - this person wanted payment for the photos. But the actual message confused her. Why should she untuck and unbutton her blouse? Was this person watching her? Did he want her to give a signal that she was complying? Even if so, it seemed like a very strange request to her.

Whether it was naivety, ignorance, innocence or something else, but the fact that she was being blackmailed to showing more of her body was completely lost on her. All she was concerned about at this moment was getting back those pictures, and she hadn't truly understood how difficult that might be yet.

Jennifer had a lot of questions to ask the mysterious messager, but she had spent long enough in the bathroom already and she knew she needed to get back to class soon before people got suspicious. Jennifer decided she would just do as instructed for now and figure out how to deal with the messages later.

She sent back a quick message:
??? I don't get it, but okay

Lucky for her, the bathroom was empty as most students were on their classes. Jennifer washed her hands and adjusted her clothing in front of the mirror. She quickly untucked her blouse from her jeans, brushed it straight and undid the top two buttons.

The second button was lower than she had realized, low enough to show a glimpse of her white bra underneath, and the fabric instantly wanted to stretch slightly open, revealing a good amount of her chest and cleavage. Jennifer blushed slightly. Wearing a shirt like this was nothing compared to what some other girls in the school liked to wear, but Jennifer wasn't one of those girls, and she was definitely not comfortable with this.

Jennifer tried to tuck the neckline closer together, but unless she managed to keep her shoulders completely still, it would open up yet again. This is so stupid, she thought, feeling annoyed. Finally she decided that if she was going to return to her class at all, she would have to go now, and just went with it.

Jennifer returned to her classroom, knocked on the door and took her seat when the door was opened. Once seated, she again tried to close up her neckline, being as casual about it as possible. Jennifer felt like everyone was staring at her chest and felt embarrassed about it. In reality, most people probably didn't notice anything particularly different; they were ALWAYS staring at her chest if given the opportunity; but her flustered attitude and more "casually" worn blouse did give the impression that something was different about her.

 

[Bevatoria]

The minutes until she came back seemed like hours to him. This long of a bathroom break would raise suspicions for some people, but never for Jennifer Watts. Valedictorian for this year's graduation class, straight-A student, liked by everyone, loved by many, adored by all who met her...surely she wouldn't be up to anything bad, would she? He smirked ever so slightly, looking at her reply one more time before carefully hiding his phone back in his bag.

??? I don't get it, but okay

Of course she wouldn't. Jennifer didn't live in a world where weakness was taken advantage of. She'd had one night of drunken fun, something young women everywhere did. Maybe something to celebrate her 18th birthday, or even just a way to let loose after being held back by parents, authority figures...it wasn't a sin. People had to be who they were.

Without knowing it, he was showing who he was, even as she strode back into the classroom. It was unlikely many would conciously notice her change in attire. Her blouse could've simply been left untucked after her trip to relieve herself; she still looked more polished then most of the school. Her two undone buttons revealed more of what all the guys wanted to see anyways; none of them would think about how she hadn't been showing that much skin before. Even if they did, it could simply be that she was feeling warm, and needed to 'let some air' in.

None of them saw what he did in the brief glimpse of her eyes as she sat down. Her scared. Rattled, even. Not perfectly kept. No longer in control.

Perfect.

He let the class go by, left her wondering about who could possibly be sending those messages to her. It was likely she suspected someone in her class, but he had no intention of narrowing down his identity that easily. Let her squirm for a while, under looks and attention she'd never brought on herself unwillingly....

The rest of the class passed uneventfully as he probably got more out of Miss Edwards' lesson then Jennifer did. The bell rang, ending the day as the room emptied quietly. He even walked by her on the way out, just one of the hustle and bustle of students looking to get to their lockers, chat a little and then get home.

He made sure she was nowhere nearby, opening his locker to swap out a few books. Just one of a bunch of students checking their phones, making sure they had everything they needed at home and tomorrow, although the content of his message would be one that many wouldn't be sending:

Nice view Another moment passed before he sent his other message.

I'll be in touch tonight. If you try to ignore me, I'll share the pictures I have of you. Including this one. Attached to his second message was another picture of her - the only other one on that phone, strangely enough. But one that showed her doing things that most young women didn't want seen.

 

[NinnySnow]

"Come on, Jenni! Open wide!"

"No way!" Jennifer shrieked with a loud giggle. "Enough's enough, girls!"

"You're not backing down on your dare, are you?" Annette insisted. "Legs spread, lips spread! Let's see what you've got already!"

"Oh my god," Jenni muttered as she complied reluctantly, embarrassed and excited at the same time...

---

Jennifer had only needed one glance to know what the picture was. It was the last one they had taken, before she had finally said "enough" and their game was over.

But the picture couldn't have been much worse. It showed Jenni, naked as can be; she was sitting on the floor, her back against the wall; her legs spread out as wide as she could spread them. Her right hand was laying on her pussy, slightly spreading the outer lips and giving a glimpse of the pinkness inside. Her left hand was covering her face in embarrassment; but there was no mistaking it was her looking through her fingers, a blush and a wide smile on her face. The picture left absolutely nothing for imagination.

Jennifer went straight home after the class, her heart pumping and her mind racing. Who on earth could this person be? How could he possibly have gotten those pictures... and, most importantly, what was she going to do?

Jennifer didn't eat much at dinner. Her parents tried to get her to celebrate her new Valedictorian status, but she didn't have an appetite. She told them she had a lot of homework and retired to her room early.

I'm not going to answer to him, Jennifer decided. That's what I should have done in the first place. I'll just ignore him.

She did call her cousin, however, asking if she had taken any copies of those pictures.

"Of course I don't have any copies," Annette told her. "We destroyed them together, remember? Why, did you suddenly find someone you want to show them to?" she laughed.

The way she laughed about it convinced Jennifer that Annette had nothing to do with any of this. Not that Jenni had really suspected her; her cousin did enjoy pranking, but her pranks were always good-willed. She would never scare anyone for real, not like this. And Jennifer was definitely scared - she was terrified.

"I wish," Jennifer managed to tell her, trying to sound as casual as possible. "It just came to my mind for whatever reason."

"Are you okay, Jenni? You sound serious somehow."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I guess I'm just tired because of the whole Valedictorian commotion and all..."

Jennifer sighed to herself after they hung up. There was nothing she could do except wait. In any case, she wouldn't contact this guy anymore. Maybe he won't contact me anymore if I just lay low, a hopeful thought passed her mind... but in her heart she knew there was not much hope of that.

 

[Bevatoria]

Today had gone well, even with poorly prepared he'd truly been. It wasn't a habit becoming of him, as he'd come across several things that would help him accelerate his timetable. It would do him no good to force her as far as he wanted now, of course. Jennifer would simply stop if he showed her what he would end up having her do. The perverted, lustful images, a first at the precipice of his mind after seeing the wanton pictures of the introverted valedictorian, were starting to burst to the forefront. The look of her showing herself for her cousin's camera, smiling for it with an embarrassed look on her face, slowly merging in his mind into the wanting look of a woman. Carelessly placed hands on her thighs becoming the carefully probing hands of someone lost in abandon, moving towards her center....

He shook his head. Concentrate. He'd picked up a few more things he needed today, carefully choosing his shopping locations. Things he'd use on her eventually, if things went to plan. His Dad didn't care when he got home, not asking why he hadn't shown up for supper, about his homework, or his job...

He went onto his phone. Not the one he'd bought recently, with a discount at the place he'd formerly worked at. All of the usual trimmings, including enhanced video pickup. Something else that would come in handy later...

Hope you're still up. I've been thinking about you. Another picture sent, another with her wearing her birthday suit, bent over with her ass presented to the camera. Looking at you, too. Have you been a naughty girl lately?


As if she could see him over the phone, his expression got a little more serious, and his words, too.

Unless you want the entire school to see how you like to take your birthday bumps, listen closely. Tomorrow, you'll wear your sandals, a pair of jean shorts, and a spaghetti strap tank top with a blouse over it. I know you have those clothes, even if you don't wear them much. Another pause. Your choice what you wear under them, though I like black underwear.

Remember, you listen to me, or you'll have much more to worry about then the guys at the school drooling over those legs you don't show off nearly enough.

 

[NinnySnow]

Jennifer couldn't bare to even look at the newest picture she'd been sent. She knew what that picture would be like, and she knew it would do her no good to dwell on it.

She tried to keep her resolution and simply ignore the messages. Not that she had anything meaningful to say in response, anyway; other than pointless pleas such as "who are you" and "why are you doing this", which would only make her situation worse. Jennifer didn't reply, but she couldn't get the messages out of her head, either.

The request was very strange; demanding her to wear a certain kind of an outfit. The request, along with the hint about boys drooling over her legs, should probably have raised the alarm bells in her mind, but Jenni was so worried and so occupied with her thoughts that she didn't realize what it really meant. All she could think about was the prospect of having those pictures released. Her friends would know, her parents would know. She would almost definitely lose her valedictorian honor, something she had strived for for ages.

With these uneasy thoughts, Jennifer finally fell asleep after turning around in bed for hours. When she woke up, she was feeling very tired and very worried, and her resolution to ignore the messages was wavering.

She should have worn the same outfit she did the day before, of course; ignore the messages like she had decided, just to show the mystery person that she wasn't going to play their games. But it was easier to give them this small concession. She wouldn't agree to anything. She would simply wear a certain set of clothes to show that she didn't want any trouble.

After putting on the first underwear that happened to catch her hand, a plain white bra and a pair of pink panties (how would anyone even know what she was wearing, and besides, she'd be damned if she wore some specific color for the creep), Jennifer searched her wardrobe for her pair of little Daisy Duke shorts. It wasn't like they were terribly out of order, and she did enjoy wearing them on her days off in their backyard or such; but she had never worn them to school before. She pulled the shorts on and looked at herself in the mirror. They definitely brought attention to her butt, doing little to hide her curves and leaving the whole of her thighs bare; but they weren't *too* bad, Jennifer decided. She could just blame the hot weather.

Jennifer didn't own a whole lot of spaghetti strap tops, and the pink one she chose was a little too light for her liking in a school setting; but after completing her outfit with a white buttoned blouse she had to admit she didn't look bad at all, and shouldn't look too out of place even though some of the girls would definitely notice her new look.

Jennifer's Outfit

Jennifer made sure to leave before her parents woke up; she usually did, but this time she really didn't want them asking questions about her choice of clothing. Walking towards the school, she thought she noticed a lot more people looking at her than normal... was it the way she was dressed, or was she just imagining it?

Maybe I won't hear from that creep anymore, she thought, without much hope.

 

[Bevatoria]

It was easy for him to get a good spot. Dressed as he was, with a dark cap and hoodie over his head and black jeans, he was just another nameless senior trying to get through the last year of their obligated schooling. A hard look or a scoff put most others off; it wasn't that he didn't have friends. If he wasn't careful, one of them would run into him and then he'd miss out on the view that he was about to get. One of sweet, innocent Jennifer leaving the bus in and outfit that very few, if any had seen on her before.

The first of many, and the least conservative that he had in mind for her. He was very certain she'd complain, disagree, and try to defy him. But he was the one with the leverage. With pictures she didn't want anyone to see; supposedly in the safety of family, on a card that was now destroyed. And the truth was, he had nothing left to lose, really. He was fully prepared to wreck her life, one way or another, if she didn't play along with him. One way or another, she would end up bending to his will.

It was up to her whether that bend was slow enough to make her used to the idea of dressing skimpily and doing what he wanted, or if it was simply a fast strike that broke her.

Another moment passed, and then he saw her. It wasn't as if the entire school was gazing at Jennifer as she walked by pretending that everything was normal. but there was a head or two turned at the school valedictorian wearing much different - or, more specifically, much less - clothing then usual. There might have been a whistle or two at her, but he tried not to pay her too much notice. He'd see her in a couple of classes later, but now was the time for more embarrassment.

He quickly keyed another text, turning away from her so she couldn't see him on his phone - there were a ton of students in front of the school typing away in any case, but he didn't want to give anything away.

Nice outfit Jennifer. Glad you decided to follow my instructions. Let's see how well you continue to follow them, unless you'd like your class to see you in much less

Another moment before he sent his next one, quickly tucking it away after seeing her reply so he could walk up behind her, shuffling on by like just another student.

I think you're going to drop something by the steps. Make sure you bend over and pick it up

Or it was for the view he'd hopefully be giving her of that delectable ass, now only covered by thin denim and whatever underwear she was wearing. He idly wondered how long it would be until he got rid of that requirement, too...be patient, he thought.

 

[NinnySnow]

Jennifer ignored the occasional whistles she was getting. It wasn't as bad as she had initially feared, but she was definitely drawing more attention than she was used to. She was really regretting her decision to play along with the dumb requests - why had she done that, why did she pretend she was going to play along with the creep?

This thought quickly disappeared and was replaced by the now familiar fear as Jennifer heard her phone chime for a text message. She stopped in her tracks and took her phone from her purse.

"Nice outfit Jennifer." He's watching me was Jennifer's instant thought. By reflex she took a look around the school yard. The yard was filled with students loitering around, plenty of whom were texting something, and plenty of whom were trying to poorly hide the fact that they were staring at her ass before she turned around.

It was no use, she'd never catch him this way. When she was still gathering her thoughts, her phone chimed again with the second message.

"I think you're going to drop something by the steps. Make sure you bend over and pick it up "

Jenni stared at the message, disgusted. This guy really was a creep. And she was having none of it. She started quickly typing all kinds of curses in response, but then decided it was better to be to the point.

"I'm not playing your games."

Jennifer sent the message, happy with herself. She started towards the school entrance, walking proudly, when the feeling of fear started slowly creeping into her mind once again.

"...unless you'd like your class to see you in much less."

Jennifer slowed her pace to a slow walk. Would he really do it? How would she get over the humiliation? What would she tell her parents? What would she tell the headmaster? What would she tell her friends?

Could she really just ignore this guy?

She climbed the stairs, the first couple of steps.

He's just bluffing. He won't do it.

A couple steps more.

Besides, you can just claim it isn't even you. Who would believe him?

One more step.

Come on, Jenni. Just ignore him and be done with it.

One more step, and then Jennifer stopped, halfway up the stairs. Her mind blank, she let her purse drop to the ground. Her lipstick rolled out of the bag in front of her.

Jennifer didn't bend over to pick it up. She was going to, but she couldn't. Instead, she kneeled down. Her butt was still pushed backwards, giving a view to anyone right behind her, but nothing worse than just her climbing up the stairs had been, and probably not what the messager had had in mind.

Regardless, Jennifer blushed furiously, ashamed and angry at herself; first, for submitting to the creep, and second, for not even doing it properly. She quickly gathered her belongings in her purse and ran the last few steps up and inside the building.

 

[Bevatoria]

The moment seemed to slow down. It wasn't the first real test of Jennifer, as she'd passed that already by not trying to turn him in the second he sent her a text message. Sure, it was an old phone but he wasn't stupid. It might take a while for the police to find him, but they likely would, even if it was after he'd ruined her reputation. and made it all but impossible for the class valedictorian to rise to the place in society she'd seemed to be destined for. But the moment he put those pictures on the internet, sent them to their classmates, the damage would be done. It'd be crossing a line that there'd be no going back from, and honestly, no fun for him.

But if she walked over that line herself... He'd shuffled up behind her, trying to not be entranced by the bare legs he'd gotten all too familiar with when he'd perused and all but memorized every detail of the pictures he'd gotten his hands on. That wasn't the intoxicating part for him, even if her body was allurring in her skimpier clothing. The drug for him was the control. Seeing her obey him, watching her wrestle with every demand he made of her, the internal struggle such a high for him. Her hesitation as she started up the steps couldn't stop him, he was several paces behind her, and had no intention of giving anything away.

Her purse fell to the ground, a tube of lipstick falling out. This was it. She'd stop, bending over, exposing her ass to everyone. Maybe her blouse would ride up a bit, showing a tantalizing line of flesh between her shirt and the shorts that hugged her hips. Jennifer really had no idea how she looked right now, compared to how she usually dressed. It was one thing if someone who dressed like a slut every day came in with the outfit she had on. But prudish, conservative Jennifer, deciding to let the summer weather dictate her outfit...to actually show off the body she took such great care of...

She stopped, and then she picked up her items. Carefully, bending her knees and not keeping her legs straight like the sluts at the mall did all the time. Like he'd wanted her to. Her momentary stoppage did nothing to deter the people walking by her, and he did his best to not bump her, or look at her at all.

Time to push things up. It was apparent Jennifer thought she could get by with a half assed effort. Fuming in his head, and knowing he wouldn't have much time, he ducked into a nearby classroom. Homeroom meant he only had a minute or two, but he had to send a message, hoping to catch her on his way to his room, obeying his next command.

Aw, come on, Jenni. You know that's not what I wanted, don't you? Send. I could just shut my phone off, and post all of the pictures I have on facebook, twitter, photo sharing sites...once something's on the internet, it's there to stay. You know that.

Send.

But I know that you're just getting used to your new station in life, being at my whim, so I'll give you one more chance. If you disobey me again, we're through and you can expect everyone you know to see those pictures. Time was short, and he had to go out into the hall for his next message.

There would also be no more smiles.

Because you didn't listen to me, I'll make you show off a little more. Go to your locker, unbutton your blouse completely, and take it off. Make a show of stuffing it into your locker, and then head to your first classroom. I'm sure your tanktop will cover you up well enough for the boys... He smirked as he sent it. It's either that, or they'll all get to see you with your legs spread...

 

[NinnySnow]

Jennifer was still blaming herself, confused and angry at the same time. She wasn’t quite sure if she was angry for obeying the command, or not doing it properly; now she could only hope it had been enough.

She stopped in her tracks at the chime of yet another text message, the sound that was becoming her worst enemy right now. She feared for the worst – the phone chimed again, and yet once more. As much as she had claimed to be ignoring them from now on, by now she was too worried to do that, so instead she quickly dived into the girls’ bathroom and locked herself in an empty stall to read them.

“If you disobey me again, we're through and you can expect everyone you know to see those pictures.”

The tone of the messages was definitely more serious than before. Jenni bit her lip, now genuinely terrified. He really would do it, he would definitely spread the pictures if she didn’t obey.

Jenni frantically typed a hasty reply. “Please, I’m sorry. Don’t show those pictures to anyone. Please.”

Jennifer sent the message, but she didn’t have time to wait for the reply. There wasn’t a lot of time until the first class started, and she needed to do as she had been told. She didn’t even stop to consider the underlying message in “your new station in life, being at my whim”. She wasn’t thinking much at all; the only thought in her mind was that she had to stop him before he could spread those pictures online.

Jennifer hastily walked to her locker and took a deep breath as she took a look around. Most of the students had already disappeared to their classrooms, but there was still a good amount of people loitering around the lockers. She tried to see if the mysterious blackmailer was recognizable, but no one seemed to pay any specific attention to her; no more than the glances at her butt, that is. Jenni closed her eyes – there was only one way to get this over with.

Keeping her eyes fixed on the back wall of her locker, to avoid eye contact with anyone, Jennifer started to unbutton her blouse. She tried hard to ignore all the people who would no doubt be staring at her (although she was too embarrassed to turn and see if anyone did). One by one the buttons came off, until she could shrug the blouse off her shoulders and stuff it in her locker.

Jennifer looked down. Her tank top was dangerously close to showing her bra, so she tugged it from the back to let the front side lift a bit higher; this way, however, the neckline was low enough on the back to have the white band of her bra plainly visible on her back. Together with her tiny shorts, the sight was more teasing than Jennifer really realized herself.

There was no helping it, however; she was already a minute late from her first class. She almost ran to the classroom, trying to not pay attention to the numerous students who weren’t even hiding the way they were staring at her now, some of them with their mouths hanging open.

The teacher was already present when Jennifer made it to the classroom. There was no mistaking it: everyone was staring at her, dressed as she was, arriving a minute late. Jenni muttered apologies and went to her seat. She didn’t look anyone in the eye.

 

[Bevatoria]

It wasn't as if he didn't harbor any disappointment for not being able to watch Jennifer squirming in her homeroom, be it from what he was about to force her to do, or fearing the consequences of disobedience. Which would be real, more so for him then for her, even if she wasn't aware or thinking clearly. Fear made people panic, and Jennifer was very fearful of her 'sterling' reputation being tarnished. As if losing it all at once would be worse then it being slowly pushed further and further by what she was about to be made to do...

This time, the phone was his ally - his real phone, and not the one he'd borrowed from his aunt. It let him focus on the screen, and not gape at his quarry as she opened her locker. He had the perfect side profile view, much like many of the people walking down the hallway, had they been choosing to look at her. But only he knew the twisted intent behind her opening her locker. Twisted not because there was anything inherently wrong in what she was about to do, but only why she was doing it. Because she was being forced to. A step into a macabre world that she would not return from unscathed.

Her delicate hands went to the buttons on her blouse; trying to slip them off as if it meant nothing. But he knew otherwise; it didn't take her eyes to tell that. The way she pulled the garment from her body, hastily leaving it in her locker, where she could not get at it. Exposed, uncovered, showing off much more then she ever had in this place before. To strangers, colleagues, friends...blackmailers.

One blackmailer, anyways. He was perched in a corner, staring straight at her. Enjoying her hesitation as she examined the simple yet scandalous outfit. Scandalous in her eyes; simple summer wear for others. Scandalous because it was new for her. Leaving her collarbone exposed, much more of her breasts then she was ever used to. Her long legs almost paled in comparison to the sight of her shoulders and back, spoiled only by the thin straps of her top and bra.

A bra that was much more clearly visible after a tug in the front. Making things better by making them worse. He turned away, grateful for the Jennifer's unintentional show, his mind racing and fantasizing about her taking off much more then just her blouse in the middle of the hallway.

Maybe later.

There was no time for texting now, but he rested in his seat as comfortably as he could with his growing arousal. "Heya, Tony." He smiled at his friend.

His tall, lanky friend looked around suspiciously before leaning in closer to him as the class filled up, his voice dropping. "Did you see what Jennifer's wearing today?"

With the first lie of the day, but not his last, the blackmailer inclined his head dumbly. "I hadn't noticed."

"She's smokin' hot today, dude. As if she decided becoming the valedictorian gave her free reign to show off a bit..."

If only you knew how much she'll end up showing off, Tony... He thought in response as the bell rang, signalling the start of class. But not the start of Jennifer's torture, her class's eyes on her.

That had already begun. And knowingly or not, she would be playing a part in what happened to her today...