"I'm not taking my clothes off!"

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OOC: We've all heard that the more often a lie is repeated, the more people believe it.

Imagine if that lie is about you, and now everyone, including all your friends, expects you to do something totally embarrassing.


Jenny doesn't have to imagine. She's been chosen by lottery to be one of the "slaves" at Emancipation Day, the huge post-graduation party thrown every year by and for the outgoing high school senior class.

Normally, this is not a problem: Although the slaves have to be "gofers" for everyone else all day long and take a lot of good-natured ribbing, it's all part of the fun. The slaves are even given their own party the next day to make up for what they've missed.

Except that someone has started a rumor that Jenny is going to revive a tradition that everyone has heard stories about but which has probably never actually happened...and serve her stint as a slave stark naked.


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Jenny had a problem: She was beginning to dread something that she should have been looking forward to.

Damn Brock Johnson, anyway!

Hardly anyone knew the exact membership of the Students' Council - as opposed to the elected Student Council that served as a liason between students and the faculty, as at most schools - because membership was passed down in semi-secrecy each year from the outgoing members to a select group of kids in what would be the new senior class in September. Not that it was some dark secret society or anything - the Students' Council's only purpose was the planning and execution of Emancipation Day. But most of the students on the Council liked the air of mystery and exclusivity and tried to be secretive about whether they belonged, or exactly what the Council was planning for the big party.



One member who everyone was sure of was Brock Johnson. He was just too popular to care about being cagey, not that everyone wouldn't have guessed that someone with his status was a member, anyway. Council membership didn't go to freaks and geeks.

So, even though Jenny didn't know Brock that well, she wasn't too surprised when one day in the hall, after last period, he came up to her and said something about the Council. She was quite surprised, though, when he told her that she had been one of fifteen students whose names had been drawn in the lottery to be slaves.

She nearly exclaimed "Get out of town!" in disbelief, thinking of all the stories she'd heard about slaves wearing brightly colored armbands, or pins, or whatever (it varied from year to year), being ordered around and kidded by their friends but also managing to be in the middle of all the best parts of the party...and, of course, the "Lincoln" party that the slaves were given the next day.

Excited, she'd stammered her acceptance to Brock as some other students stood nearby.

Then it happened. Brock had congratulated her, then on a whim, or for whatever reason, he'd looked around at the other kids within earshot, perhaps ten or so, and said "Yeah, Jenny's gonna be a bareslave!"

And the next thing Jenny knew, cheers and applause were echoing off the hallway lockers.


A bareslave! It was a myth! A fucking urban legend!

Everybody had heard the stories about some slaves - both male and female - being dared to serve in the buff. And supposedly, one year in the 1960's, every single slave had been a bareslave.

Except that everyone always knew someone, who knew someone, who knew someone who'd been there when. You never talked to anybody who'd actually been there, let alone been bare.

It had never happened!!!


But Brock Johnson had said it. And when she'd started sputtering denial he'd smiled and said, "She's too shy to admit it", and walked off with a cheery "Be seeing you, Jenny!"

And despite the fact that she'd stood as tall as she could and yelled "I'm not taking my clothes off!" to his disappearing back and to everyone in the East Wing, it seemed like "Be seeing you, Jenny" was all she'd been hearing for the past week. Even from her friends.

The more she denied any intention of stripping for anyone, let alone the whole Senior class, the more they all laughed, agreed...and told her how cool it was.


Jenny closed her locker and resisted an urge to bang her head against it. They'd all see in two days, anyway. She was going to be at the party and enjoy the heck out of it. She was going to be as good a sport and as great a slave as anyone had ever been. And she wasn't going to take off so much as a hair ribbon!!


She sighed and turned to look down the hall toward the South Wing. Graduation was tomorrow, right now it was time to get to her last day of meaningless classes.

No, wait a second, there was her best friend Shiela, coming down the hall with Cindy, another friend.

At least she'd get some sense and sympathy out of Shiela.



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Roles available include Jenny and Shiela. Please PM me if you're interested in either one.

I'll be playing Brock Johnson and probably a number of NPC's who make brief appearances, since this thread is essentially about peer pressure.

I'm hoping to take the thread through the Emancipation Day party and perhaps further as we explore the age-old questions:

Does your life change because all of your friends suddenly know what you look like naked?

Will you ever be able to look your friends in the eye again?

Will your friends be looking at your eyes?

And, if you get naked once, do people suddenly expect that it will be a regular thing...?

 

[Joycelet]

Jenny

When I told Shiela what Brock had told me , she laughed and hugged me, saying cute things about how much she would like to see me naked.

Then Cindy kissed me right on the mouth right there in front of my locker, with kids all around. She smiled too, and the three of us walked out of school together.

Somehow I knew that after the big day life wouldnt be the same, but hell we were all graduating so who cared? I might not even ever see some of them again, and after seeing me nude they might not want to see me again either.

Shiela dropped me off at home and I went in to an empty house and started thinking about Brock and what he had planned for me. I was in lust for him and had been for three years, but I wasnt in the "IN" crowd and he never gave me the time of day, much less ever asked me for a date.

After dinner and up in my room,, I got undressed and ready for bed. I couldnt sleep thinking about being naked before all those guys and girls. My hand crept down betrween my legs, and I gave up and went to my hiding place and got my trusty toy and got naked back in bed, and spread my legs for it, wishing it were Brock there instead of my vibrator. I couldnt get him out of my mind and couldnt sleep.

I decided that if I had to do it, I would do it right, and went to the bathroom, drew hot bathwater and got in the tub with my razor. First with a trim, and then carefully with the razor I was now really naked, and if they wanted to see, my mousy brown pubic hair was history, and in the mirror, I admired my work and the light litle heartshaped pattern I saved.

Who knew- I might even get a tattoo or a piercing to make it a really big show!

 

[Blase]

Brock Johnson

It hadn't been too difficult to get Jenny's cellphone number.

Brock dialed, then listened as the phone started to ring...and kept ringing.

At the seventh ring, he was just about to hang up, when suddenly there was a voice in his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Jenny!"

"Who...Brock?"

"Just wanted to wish you a good night. I'm sure you're excited about graduation tomorrow. Then there's the day after..."

"Well, anyway...be seeing you!"

Brock broke the connection and smiled.

 

[Blase]

At Graduation, the next day

Jenny sat three rows back from the stage as student's names were called one by one to receive their diplomas.

Finally, she heard her own name and started up toward the stage.

Applause started to swell as soon as she got to the first stair. By the time she was holding her hand out for her diploma, it was deafening.

In the midst of all the clapping and cheering, she could hear the shouted comments.

"Way to go, Jenny!"

"Jenny, you wearing anything under that gown?!"

"Be seeing you, Jenny!"

Blushing as brightly as if she were already nude, Jenny all but stumbled down the steps on the left of the stage, looking desperately for Shiela.

 

[Joycelet]

Jenny

With diploma in hand I made it down the stairs without falling, astounded at the the applause and cheering from the people in the audience. Never before had I been the object of such attention.

I wondered if they knew that tomorrow I would be naked. Had Brock told the whole damn school?

Finally I found Shiela in the multitude and cried oin her shoulderr and asked her what was going on.

She held me and whispered in my erar "they know"

I answered "they dont know anything. Just wait and see. Now lets get out of here before some guy asks me for a date"

Then before we could move, Mark, a casual friend in our class came up and did. He said "Jenny, will you go out with me tonight?"

I couldnt resist. I smiled and said "pick me up at 7 OK?"

Shiela srove me home and I invited her in for a coke. I needed to talk

 

[Blase]

Shiela

Shiela sat down on Jenny's bed and looked at her friend,

"Okay, spill!"

"What is going on with you?!"

"I never thought you'd even have the nerve to go skinnydipping! Now you're going to spend a whole day running around naked in front of 300 people! And suddenly you've got a date tonight with a guy you've hardly even looked at all year!"

Shiela suddenly reached out and caught Jenny's hands in her own.

"Jenny, have you been having, you know, problems?"

Because you can always tell me - You know that, right?"

 

[Joycelet]

Jenny

"I only have one problem and it comes tomorrow when they want me to get naked. Except for you and a few other girls on the volleyball team noone had seen me naked except my doctor. How in the world did they pick me and what am I going to do?"

"And as for Mark, you are right. We have never dated and are just good friends but I have to talk to someone to find out what they know and how this all came about. Frankly I think her knows or he wouldnt have asked for the date. He'd have just called me and talked on the phone but my parents dont know what's going on and I'm not anxious for them to find out"

"Now, speaking of being naked, I liked the view of your nude body. Want to go up to my room and get naked with me? I have a surprise for you and being my very best friend in the whole world you should get to find it out before anyone else."

 

[Blase]

Shiela

"You want to get naked right now?"

"Well, if it helps you to get ready for tomorrow...ok."

Shiela had pulled her tanktop off and was unzipping her jeans before she noticed that Jenny hadn't moved a muscle yet.

"Uh, you did say both of us, right?"

"Are you gonna take your clothes off or not?"

 

[Joycelet]

Jenny

I took her in my arms and kissed her. I really loved her. If she was willing to get naked with me maybe there was a chance for us to be together the way I had hoped for.

I wanted her to be the first to see my new pussy. I hoped she would kiss it and lick it and love it.. When she asked I led her up the stairs and down the hall to my room, and then knelt before her and helped her out of her jeans.,

There she was in her panties and bra and before I even remoived any of my clothes, I kissed the little wet spot on her baby blue panties. Then I stood and with my back to her, I took off my own jeans. I wasnt wearing any panties. I had decided I never would again after tomorriow so why not start today?

Turning around and facing her, her eyes were glued to the little heart of pubic hair I had saved.She saw my glistening bare shaved pussy and smiled.

I stepped forward and our nipples touched as we kissed, and she moaned in delight as our bodies were together, unhindered by clothing.

 

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Shiela

"My god, Jenny, I never had any idea..."

"When Cindy kissed you yesterday I was so jealous..."

Shiela deliberately stepped back, breaking the contact of their bodies so that she could think.

"You're really going to go all the way with this thing, aren't you? Forget about a new life when you get to college, you're ready now!"

"Well, as your best friend, I guess I can only support you in whatever you want to do..."

Shiela leaned close to whisper in Jenny's ear.

"Where's that toy you showed me a couple weeks ago?"

 

[Joycelet]

I opened the little drawer in my bedside table. I had decided not to even hide it any more. If my mom found it I would just tell her everything.

The big pink vibrator was in my hand as I held it out to Shiela. I hadnt even washed it. I knew it still had the scent of my dried juices on it from last night.

I hoped she would try it out and let me watch

 

[Blase]

Shiela

Shiela took the vibrator and motioned for Jenny to lie on her bed.

When Jenny complied, Shiela leaned over her friend, close enough that Jenny felt Shiela's breath on her face.

The pink toy was humming in Shiela's hand as she spoke again.

"You know, tomorrow it won't be just me."

"It'll be everyone."

"Staring at your tits..."

The vibrator began to circle Jenny's nipples, evoking an automatic response.

"Looking at your flat stomach."

Another circle, around Jenny's belly button.

"Looking lower...Open your legs, Jenny."

Jenny once again did as she was bid.

"You in front of everyone, Jenny. No hiding. No covering up."

"No one will care how embarrassed you are...No one will stop looking no matter how much you blush."

The insistent tingling moved to Jenny's groove.

"No clothes, Jenny. No shame. No one asking you what you want."

"And it starts here."

Shiela's left hand was on Jenny's breast, her right hand had found Jenny's clit: the electric toy didn't get tired, wouldn't stop.

It wouldn't stop.

"Do you see them, Jenny? They can see you."

"They can all see you, Jenny."

"Spread your legs for them, Jenny. Spread your legs because you have no choice..."

Waves of relentless pleasure built between Jenny's thighs as Shiela's voice laid her bare and threw her brazenness in her face.

 

[Joycelet]

Jenny

As she whispered to me, I spread my legs, all turned on by the thought of being gang raped and watched by my friends.

But what i wanted in my cunt rigfht now was her tongue.

I said to Shiela "You're the first so see me this way. Tonight Mark will be the second and if he wants me to, I'll suck him off but I'm saving my virginity for tomorrow. Hopefuly Brock will be my first fuck, but now I want to enjoy you and us together. Swing around and straddle my face. I want your pussy right where I can lick and suck you while you do me, sweetie. I've wanted this since we had the sleepover at your house and we ended up in bed together. Later I wished we had taken off our pajamas and made love like this."

 

[Blase]

Shiela

"You want to do a 69?!"

"My god, I'm in a porn movie!"

Shiela's dismay was obviously in jest, though, since she'd begun to climb onto the bed even as she spoke. In just moments, she was settling herself over Jenny, giving her friend access to her sex, then dipping her head toward the V formed by Jenny's legs.

"I bet I can make you come more than once..."

 

[Joycelet]

Jenny

"I just want to make you cum with me baby"

Then my mouth was clamped on her sex, licking and tonguing her wildly. I had tasted myself of courfse but she tasted slightly different, but just delightful as I slurped away and felt her licking me the same way.

I hoped tomorrow would bring other cunts to my face, but that was why I wanted my lover Shiela to be my first, just as I hoped Brock would be my first fuck because I knew that after tomorrow I would never be able to deny anyone who asked.

Once I crossed that line there would be no stopping me. I knew that and I wanted to be ready for whatever came tomorrow.

 

[Blase]

Shiela

"Ohh!"

"Ooooh!"

"Mmmmmh!!!"

Shiela barely kept herself from bucking right off of Jenny as waves of pleasure rippled through her body.

Unable to keep using her tongue, Shiela quickly pushed two fingers inside Jenny, as deep as they could go, then crooked her fingers in a way that made Jenny gasp.

Neither girl showed any mercy as each drove the other toward her climax.

 

[Joycelet]

Jenny

I felt her fingers probing me and looking hot my G spot. I had read about such sruff in a porno magazine I found in a grocery cart at the market. It also had a lot of piuctures and an articke about doinbg a 69, and it made my juices run and I got interested in trying it with Shiela when all this nude slave shit came up.

My mom was due home any minute but I didnt want to stop making love with her. I never want to stop, and suddenly when I heard the front door close and footsteps, I knew I was in for it.

We had even left our clothes in a heap downstairs and it would only be a heartbeat until my mom was up here wanting to know what the hell was going on.

 

[Blase]

Jenny's Mom

Jenny's mom, Amarylla, plunked her grocery bags down on the kitchen table with a sigh of relief. At least she'd been able to pay the bill with her debit card, rather than adding to her credit balance. It hadn't been easy to make ends meet in the years since Jenny's father had died, but she had been managing, somehow.

And soon, Jenny would be going on to college, which would leave her with more money and more time, even though it would be quite a change to be alone in the house after so many years.

The thought of being alone triggered feelings that she hadn't fully admitted, even to herself. She found herself recalling that Ronald Johnson had been at the market and waved to her as she walked past him while he was checking out. Ronald was a real pillar of the community - a pity that he was a widower at such a young age - and it was common to see him around town, always looking quite dapper. He certainly cut a fine figure in church, staning in the pews wearing a dark grey suit, with his son Brock beside him.

Amarylla wished that Jenny would take an interest in a boy like Brock instead of the ne'er-do-wells that she seemed to prefer.



Absently leafing throught the day's mail, she nearly tripped over two piles of clothing as she headed from the kitchen to the living room.

That was odd. Jenny could be quite careless at times, but leaving her laundry strewn about on the floor was a bit much.

Noting a sock on the third step leading to the second floor and a...bra...on the railing about three-quarters of the way up, she started climbing the steps, calling as she went.

"Jenny?"

"Je-ennyy!"

"Yoo-hoo, sweetie!"


But a look upstairs revealed no sign of Jenny, except that she'd obviously been in her room, leaving her bedclothes in the same kind of disarray that she'd left her clothing in, as well as leaving her window wide open.

Amarylla threw up her hands. Graduation was tomorrow, after all. She supposed that all the kids were pretty excited and scatterbrained, just now.

 

[Blase]

Shiela

Climbing a trellis wasn't easy, but you did what you had to do to avoid being caught naked with your best friend in the middle of the afternoon.

Shiela glanced back at Jenny, now, as they slunk away from the house toward Shiela's car.

"You're just goddam lucky that your mom parked out front instead of using the driveway!", she whispered furiously. "Didn't you know when she was coming home?"

Jenny started to stammer, "I...I, uh..."

"Never mind!", Shiela shot back.

"My keys are in the fucking ignition."

She peered around the end of the hedge.

"Let's get out of here!"


They jumped into the car, opening and closing the doors as quietly as they could. In a moment, Shiela was pulling out of the driveway and onto the street.

Jenny sat back in her seat, all but collapsing now as the adrenaline rush caught up with her.

"Where", she began shakily, "Where can we go like this? Where can we go naked?"

Shiela snorted in exasperation.

"Nowhere", she said, then pointed. "Glove compartment. My cellphone."

Jenny quickly found the phone and handed it to Shiela.

"Who are you calling?"

"We need help", Shiela responded.

"And I know exactly who'll want to give it to us."

 

[Blase]

Mark

Mark stood in the plywood and scrap lumber "clubhouse" that he'd had in the woods behind his house since he was twelve.

Carefully watching where he placed his feet, he stepped counterclockwise around the pentagram that he'd chalked on the floor as he continued to chant.

He knew that people would laugh, but since dedicating his life to Evil, his luck had begun to change in small but noticeable ways.

Noticeable if you were looking for them. Like finding thirteen cents in a phonebooth when he'd needed another dime to buy a tube of lotion. Or chancing upon a nearly perfect copy of the issue of the X-Men where Nightcrawler had learned Wolverine's real name in the dollar bin in the local bookstore.

But today had been the payoff. A date with Jenny tonight, before everyone got to see her tomorrow, was the chance of a lifetime.

The ceremony that he performed now would allow him to take full advantage of it, and her.

Clad only in his black bathrobe, he paced the final steps of his dark path and faced the pentagram, throwing his head back and chanting the climax of the ritual even as he reached through the gap in his robe and worked furiously to bring about his own simultaneous climax.

"Puella veni, uh, conmigo!"

"Fiat voluntas mea!"

Imagining Jenny caught in the net of his will, he erupted, white splooge arching out to fall upon and snuff the flame of the black candle that burned within the center of the pentagram.

Had that been supposed to happen?

He had no idea if it was good or bad - the book he'd appropriated from the library had made no mention of that possibility.

For just a second he thought he heard the sound of mocking laughter carried on the summer breeze, then he realized he was being silly, shook his head -

And jumped, hitting his head on the low ceiling as his cellphone rang three feet to his left in the corner where he'd placed it along with his regular clothes in order to get them all out of his way.

"Shit!"

Rubbing his head with one hand and grabbing the phone with the other, Mark pressed the TALK button.

"Hello?"

"Mark? It's Shiela, Jenny's friend! Jenny needs your help and so do I!"

 

[Blase]

Shiela

Shiela quickly communicated to a stunned Mark exactly what they required and where to meet them.

With a final "Just fucking be there!", she hung up and turned her attention back to her driving as she turned off the main road and started heading for the area near Old Stump Pond where power lines cut through woods and across fields, providing a popular place for nocturnal beer parties, and just occasionally for naked teen girls in distress.

Frowning, Shiela glanced to her right, where Jenny sat, looking like she might be getting carsick.

"You do realize that we'll both be paying for this favor, don't you?"

 

[Joycelet]

jenny

"Yeah, I know ir will cost us but will we have to fuck him? I want to save it for Brock if I can. I just want to know what went on behind closed doors at school.

How did I get picked over all those cute girls he runs around with?

You and I havent a clue but I'll bet Mark knows.

Then I took her cellphone and called my mom

"Hi- it's me. Sorry I left the house in a mess. Shiela came over and we got carried away. I'll tell you about it when I get home but I have a date and I wont be there for dinner"

As we drove I wondered what she would have said if she had burst into the room and caught us. Then the thought occurred - would she have just stripped too and joined us? I knew she liked Shiela but is she a lesbian oe bisexual? I helt sorry for her because I didnt think she had had any sex in a long time.

After tomorroiw if everything works out for me with Brock, maybe we can get his dad and my mom together.

 

[Blase]

Shiela

"These are boy's clothes!"

Shiela was standing at the edge of the woods, looking at the assortment of clothes on the passenger seat of Mark's car.

"Well, I didn't have any girl's clothes! What do you think I am, some kind of pervert?"

A number of possible answers popped into Shiela's head but she reminded herself that, slightly creepy or not, Mark was currently saving their bare asses.

"Speaking of which, don't I deserve something for helping you girls out?"

"You mean aside from staring at me like you are right now?"

Surpressing an urge to grab their savior by the balls and squeeze, Shiela instead stepped in close to Mark and spoke so that only he could hear, gesturing towards herself and then towards Jenny where she sat in Shiela's car. After a few moments Jenny heard Shiela say, "It's the best you're going to get , so I suggest you take it".

As Mark slowly nodded, Shiela called to her friend.

"Jenny, I'm not gonna be the only one standing here naked in front of this guy! Get out here and get some clothes on!"

Mark didn't miss a single motion as the two girls dressed in front of him.

 

[Blase]

Shiela

Shiela was driving again; this time heading for her house.

"My mom won't be home, anyway, so we can at least get inside and get into some decent clothes. Lucky you can wear most of my things pretty well."

Jenny shook her head: "I still can't believe you got Mark to just look at us in exchange for bringing us those clothes."


Shiela didn't take her eyes off the road.

"Who said that I did?"

"You have a date tonight, remember?"

 

[Blase]

Shiela's Room: 5:00 PM

Jenny was dressed in Shiela's clothes. The pair of jeans and the white, fairly dressy tanktop actually fit her pretty well and looked good on her. A light leather vest over the tanktop hid the fact that she wore no bra.

She walked from the bathroom into Shiela's room to find Shiela standing nude in front of her full-length mirror, holding clothes in front of herself as she tried to decide which outfit to put on.

Shiela walked over to Jenny and gave her a kiss.

"Don't do anything that'll get me wet, I don't want to have to take another shower."

Jenny looked at the blouse in Shiela's hand in mild surprise.

"You'd think you had a date tonight."

Shiela winked. "I do. We're going to be a double date."

Not for the first time that day, Jenny felt like she needed a few moments to get caught up.

"You mean you're going with me and Mark? You're bringing a date, too?"

"No, sweetie", Shiela shook her head. "We're both going with Mark. It's 'two-on-one' night."