Searching for a boy in high school is totally useless

In the tiny room behind the stage, a young girl sat. Her
bare legs were tightly crossed; she flicked her free foot
nervously. A black pump tottered from her toes. Now and
then she flexed her foot and the shoe like an obedient
dog snapped to her heel. She would hold it like that for
a moment or two before relaxing again, the pump dropping
only to sway at the end of her foot.

Such an obedient shoe, Mr. Bixly thought. So lucky. To be
summoned by her feet. To service her toes. To look up
past miles of leg to that most holy of triangles… Mr.
Bixly felt himself stir, bounding to life in his pants.
He
re-crossed his legs.

“Stop that. Take it off right now, young lady.”

It was an order but still there was something distinctly
alluring in the way that the teenager so very smoothly
without the slightest hint of hesitation or question
reached down and slid off the offending shoe. Slowly it
dawned on Mr. Bixly, it must be. A submissive. A true
submissive. By nature. It had to be. The way she took it
off. Just handed her last piece of clothing to him.

All his life he had dreamed of meeting a true sub, and
now the most fragile of beauties sat before him. Nude,
barely covered by the remnants of a gown. Ashley held the
shoes by two fingers at the back and handed the satin
heels to her principal.

Mr. Bixly took the pumps in a soft fleshy hand. Tiny
shoes the pair barely filling his hand, light as a
feather, he read the name, Candy, made in Italy. Size
six, printed in gold. The heels so thin and long. Barely
worn but still warm. From her. God, he was going to
burst.

It was impossible to think of Ashley as a senior anymore.
It never was easy. But especially not now. Not after what
he had just seen. The thought of her completely nude
under that white sequined cloth was too much. He was bone
hard now, swollen in his Sears trousers with no desk to
hide behind. Still growing, obvious to all. She was
looking at him.

“Act your age, young lady. You are in a very serious
predicament. Your entire future, not to mention your
reputation, or what’s left of it, is in jeopardy. You
have completely ruined one of the most important days of
the entire graduation class at Point Hope High.” Miss
Grundy stood and deliberately stepped in front of the
principal.

Thank God for Miss Grundy. The assistant principal had
bailed him out again and gotten the meeting back on
track. Mr. Bixly was sure that Miss Grundy had seen him
growing, knew that he was getting his jollies. He would
have to pay her back. Maybe he would humiliate one of the
young football jocks in front of her. Perhaps a strip
search, a spinster like her should like that.

Miss Grundy continued, “Not only ruined it for your
classmates but for their parents, ruined it for the
faculty and ruined it for Mr. Bixly and I. The local TV
station was there for Christ sake! Your parents are on
the way over. I will have to explain what happened to
them!”

Mr. Bixly, trying to regain control of the situation,
stood and walked in front of the seated Ashley. He looked
down on her blond head. Silky hair, so long, cute little
nose, mouth done hot red, round heart shaped open a
little, just the right height for his … He fought to
remain focused, “Umm,” cleared his throat. “Young lady,
suppose you tell us, exactly what happened? From the
beginning, in your own words, Ashley.”

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“OK. Ok. You are probably going, `is she like a slut? Or
what?’ But hey, I actually got like a way normal life for
a sixteen year old HPV girl.”

“HPV?”

“Oh sorry. Hope Point valley.”

“I go to school. Work a few hours at the Taco stand. And
do homework. Like, I have absolutely no social life.
None. Daddy wants so much for me to have like good grades
and all. He wants me to be so Stepford, you know. So like
all year, you know, I have been doing this book thing.
Like trying to keep a C average. Its not easy you know.”

“Anyway its like pure guava. I am happy, kind of in a
sort of bored way, you know? Then like, this semester,
you know, Becca came to the stand and like actually
talked to me.

“Becca?” Miss Gurndy asked.

“HELLO? Rebecca. Totally Betty, energizer bunny Becca.
Oh my God, she is like WAY popular.”

“Rebecca Morison, in Mrs. Schnider’s home room,” Mr.
Bixly explained. “Jet black hair, big…. I mean, well
developed.”

“Anyway we talked, I mean not just tacos and diet coke
stuff but like girlfriend talk. I could have died. I
never had like a Guess Girl, to hang with before. She was
so neatospiffywow! She hung with those German mafia guys,
you know the Bimmer crowd. You got to drive a German
sports car to hang with them. Brad was there too. Ohhh.
His parents must be rich but he won’t talk `bout them..”

“Well, like in no time, Brad was goofing on me. He is so
Barbie dream! Jeepers! I was hanging with Becca, sounding
with Brad, it was so dreamy. Only Brad and Becca were
kind of like that Tasters Choice couple on the tube. You
know, always exchanging glances and such. Well, we were
crusing the mall, my girlie friend and I when Becca
suggested a makeover. For me. I was totally paused.

“Makeover?”

“Girls get together to do their hair and face,” Miss
Grundy explained.

“Becca said that Brad was interested in me, but I had to
look more Octopussy. She did a complete redo, then we
went to the mall. Becca was like TOTALLY mommie dearest.
She like insisted that my fashion taste was in the
toilet. I just had to wear this or that. I said
`whatever’. There is this shop in the mall called
Frederick’s, Becca just went totally ape shit charging
everything in sight on my parent’s plastic. She said that
is what Brad liked. Well you know Becca is not EXACTLY a
virgin. So I said `whatever’. I thought I looked like a
slut when she had me wear the outfits to class, but the
German mafia hung with me. No one would give me any shit
with those guys around. They are like SO popular. So I
wore their outrageous outfits. Whatever.”

“They would take me with them to the coolest clubs and
stuff. It was so nifty. It was like I was their mascot or
something. I would have to ride with other guys when Brad
wanted me too, but I didn’t mind, it was major fun. All
the guys would look at me when I walked in. Tiny leather
skirt, thigh highs, platforms, rib ticklers. Brad and
Becca kept cutting my tops, higher and higher until they
just barely covered my pink. The girls would all whisper
and stuff. Becca said they were just jealous and stuff.
That’s why I got the belly and nose ring. To drive them
wild. I went everywhere in their Bimmers. Brad let me
drive once! Me driving a BMW!”

“Do you have your license, young lady?” Mr. Bixly asked.

“Er, no?”

“I have heard a lot of complaints about those boys,” Miss
Grundy stated. Ashley, did those bad boys try to take
advantage of you? Tell the truth. I can tell if you are
lying.”

“No Miss Grundy.”

“Ashley?”

“No. Honest. We would go to the beach at night, you know,
under the pier, but nothing happened.”

“Ashley?”

“We just played suck and blow. That’s all.”

“You blew Brad?” Mr. Bixly’s voice sounded almost
envious.

“It is just a game that the kids play. They pass a credit
card from mouth to mouth without using their hands by
sucking on it,” Miss Grundy explained. “Ashley, that
usually leads to something more. Do you remember what I
taught you in Sex Ed. Class?”

“Yes Ma’am. We just kissed a little and the boys wanted
to play touchy feely. I didn’t enjoy it. Honest, Miss
Grundy. When they finally got my clothes off they found
that I was serving the crimson wave. I had to haul ass to
the ladies. When Becca saw that I used tampons she
insisted that I change to bulky pads. So Flintstone, but
it shut her trap. Whatever. Going to beach with them
wasn’t too bad. I did some things for them and they let
me hang with them all week. No one bothered me at school,
`cause I was with them.”

“Well graduation was coming up. I am not a slacker or a
loadie, you know, but my grades had gone to hell. I was
toast. But the greatest thing about being a senior is
that the teachers all want to get rid of you, to send you
off to Jr. College or whatever. So I passed. Totally
freaked me out. That’s when it started. Becca, was
first.”

“I was in the back seat of Brad’s car. I had quit that
lamer of a job. Who has time? We were jawing about the
prom when Becca suggested that she pick out my prom
dress. Said that she knew this dressmaker in the city
that could do something special. I guess, she made
costumes for Becca’s step mom. You know, she dances
professionally.

“Yes, I am familiar with her dancing. Er, I mean I have
heard about it,” Mr. Bixly quickly corrected himself.

“Well I tried, Miss Grundy. I really did. But, you see,
Becca and Brad really had my ride ticket. They could and
did make me do anything. Totally. I just couldn’t say
shit to them. Well actually I did say no but it never did
any good. I was so afraid that the dress would be
something trashy. My parents would see it and I would be
charbroiled. But it actually turned out to be totally
awesome.

Ashley moved to show the dress, forgetting for a moment
that feathery fabric was the only covering for her bare
body. She quickly pulled the dress to her breast,
carefully positioning the bunched cloth in her lap.

“Dreamy Brad picked me up with the BMW. Daddy acted like
he wasn’t impressed but he was really ga ga. He took like
a zillion pictures and stuff. Brad was all Nutrasweet,
kissing up and stuff. But like at the first gas station
he like pulled over. He had like felt my bra. Bummer. He
likes to touch me. Nothing bad, its just that he says
that’s what I am for. Like anyway he stops the Bimmer at
the gas station and like tells me to take it off. Tells
me. Whatever. He wants me to take my panties off too. I
am like in a womanly way, you know. So he asks if I am
wearing a pad like Becca told me too. I tell him yeah.
Dick Tracy has to raise my dress to check. I am of
course, cause Becca and Brad well they like to check me
out, you know. I don’t want a soap opera or anything so I
go the ladies and take it off, throwing them in his lap.
After that, he is cool, all sweet and lovey-dovey and we
are off to the prom.”

“Totally awesome. Pure guava, it was great. Dreamboat was
the envy of all the bitches. We danced. It was like a
Hallmark card commercial or something. Definitely a Kodak
moment. You saw me Miss Grundy. Wasn’t I the loveliest
girl there. Wasn’t I?”

Ashley looked up at the principals. For the first time,
tears stained that pretty face.

“You were lovely, dear.”

“I was totally clueless. When the music stopped and Brad
lead me to the steps, I went up on the stage. I didn’t
know what to expect, but I thought it was all planned
out. I guess it was. All alone on stage the whole school
was looking at me. The TV lights were on me, I felt so
dorky. Then I saw that beautiful corsage on the stool.
The note said to pin it above my heart. I saw the fishing
line tied to it, but didn’t think anything of it. I had
to do something, everybody was looking. Becca was out
there. I saw her. She nodded her head, and I pinned the
corsage to the dress. Then yank, just like that and that
damn dress just flew apart, leaving me standing bare ass
naked in front of everyone. God I was even wearing that
God-awful pad. I wish I were dead!”

“Honey, the dress was made to tear away. Made for a
stripper.” Miss Grundy lifted the seam of the dress. “See
how weak the stitching is.”

“What was left of the dress was hanging over your head.
You tried to jump for it, but it was just beyond your
reach,” Mr. Bixly said.

“The whole school was laughing. There was nothing to
cover myself with. I had to jump naked for it, like a
trained porpoise at Seaworld. The more I jumped the more
they laughed. No one would help me. So I jumped again and
again. Eventually I climbed up on the stool and pulled it
down.”

“Everyone was taken by surprise, dear.”

“Brad claims he doesn’t know anything about it. He says
he was with you all afternoon. He has a airtight alibi. I
think we should just let this incident drop,” Mr. Bixly
said. “After all, there is no reason to believe that my
son had anything to do with this unfortunate situation.”

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