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Chapter 7: The Naked March

Tommy had been keeping himself thoroughly amused with his humiliations of his sister for the better part of two weeks. He figured he could continue with his treatment of Sally, but there were still some other scores to settle. Besides, Sally would always be around if he wanted to keep his time-stop powers sharp, or even if he was just looking for some cheap entertainment to idle away the time.

In fact, just recently, soon after the movie theater incident, Tommy did indeed indulge himself. He was walking by the local drugstore, and through the window he spotted Sally shopping for a greeting card. On a lark he stopped time, took off Sally’s sweater, jeans, tennis shoes and socks, and left her standing there in her very sexy looking, magenta-colored bra and panties.

Then he resumed time.

From the sidewalk, Tommy grinned as he watched her eyes pop wide and her mouth form a panicked “Oh fuck!” She dropped the card like it was on fire and bolted down the aisle, arms flailing, searching for her missing clothes. Fortunately for her the store was not crowded, and only a couple of entertained customers took in the pretty red-faced girl running around hysterically in a public store in her underwear.

To her immense relief, she found the rest of her clothes hanging up next to the prescription window, where the bug-eyed pharmacist watched her as she yanked her clothes from the window and clumsily wrestled back into them, all too aware of his stare.

But, as amusing as these whimsies were, Tommy was ready to move on with some fresh humiliation.

It was sixth-period study hall in the cafeteria—a perfect venue. There were about sixty-five students in the room, fairly evenly divided between the freshman, sophomore and junior classes. Tommy had a game plan.

His eyes scanned the room and landed on Linda and Nancy, seated together near the middle of the cafeteria. Both girls had played memorable roles in Tommy’s worst humiliation years ago. The attractive girls were very popular among their junior class, especially among the boys. Linda was a tall, slim, well-proportioned blonde, and Nancy was a little shorter, somewhat on the chunky side, but with a pretty face and very large breasts. As Tommy looked at her, her breasts currently rested rather prominently on the table as she read her textbook.

Tommy nudged his friend, Nick, who was seated beside him.

“Remember them?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Nick responded, “You owe them, big time.”

Tommy nodded. “Yes. And today’s their lucky day.”

As his gaze continued to roam, he spotted two familiar faces at the next table over—Michael and Danny. Out of all the boys who'd mocked him three years ago, those two had stood out. It was Michael who constantly teased Tommy when he was forced to wear the girls’ school uniform during recess and lunch, and it was Danny who continually taunted Tommy about his hairless crotch.

Payback was long overdue.

Tommy stopped time for everybody except Linda, Nancy, and his friend Nick.

“You’ve been a loyal friend, Nick,” said Tommy. "I thought I’d let you sit back and enjoy the show.”

Nick leaned back, grinning widely. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Meanwhile, Linda and Nancy were both blinking in confusion. Then they heard Tommy's voice from a nearby table.

“How’s it going, ladies?” Tommy said casually.

The girls turned sharply, instantly tense. By now, the rumors about Tommy’s powers had circulated enough to make him a figure of both awe and dread. Linda’s eyes darted around nervously.

“Tommy?” she asked, her voice tight. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, not much,” he replied breezily. “I just thought it might be kind of fun to see if you find getting stripped naked in front of a bunch of people as embarrassing as I did."

Linda looked at Nancy, and the look of terror on her face matched her own.

“Tommy, that was a long time ago,” reasoned Linda, “I’m truly sorry. If I could take that day back, I surely would.”

“Well, you’re going to wish you could take today back, because you’re in for some serious humiliation.

He turned to Nancy, who had instinctively crossed her arms over her chest despite still being fully clothed.

"You can start by taking off all your clothes."

Nancy shivered involuntarily, but otherwise remained frozen in her seat. Tommy was prepared for her tentativeness.

"Look, if I have to stop time and do it myself, you're going to wake up finding yourself in a compromised position with one of the freshman boys—or girls. Either way, you’re going to be naked, so I suggest you do as I say. Now strip.”

“Oh, God,” Nancy whimpered.

It was plain for her to see that she was at Tommy’s mercy. She slowly, laboriously peeled off all her clothes under the watchful, appreciative eyes of Tommy and Nick. Her top came off first, followed by her jeans, and finally, with trembling hands, her bra and panties. Her famously large breasts—once the subject of envy and attention—were now the objects of her humiliation.

Tommy promptly gathered Nancy’s clothes, and she looked on horrified as he calmly sauntered a few steps away and dropped them down the garbage chute.

At this point Tommy brought Michael and Danny out of their time stop.

The boys blinked in confusion, then froze again—but this time from sheer disbelief—as they spotted Nancy standing completely naked, arms clamped across her body.

"Welcome to payback, guys," Tommy said brightly.

They both looked at Tommy with a sense of foreboding. Tommy wasted no time.

“Nancy,” Tommy said, turning to her. “Do me a favor and help Danny out of his clothes. Just dump them down the garbage chute when you’re done. Danny, I suggest you cooperate.”

Danny was well aware that the consequences could be much more severe if he didn’t do the bidding of the vengeful Tommy. He stood submissively, red-faced and miserable as Linda slipped off his shirt, yanked off his shoes and socks, then unfastened his jeans.

When she slipped down his boxer shorts, Danny’s smaller-than-average sized penis was still in a flaccid state. What normally might be an erotic experience for a guy being undressed by a pretty, naked girl instead was filled with dread of whatever humiliations his tormentor had in store for him.

He watched disconsolately as the naked Nancy—who temporarily welcomed the coverage as she held Danny's clothes close to her body—drop all his clothes down the chute.

Tommy then reached into his backpack and produced three sharp electric razors and a pair of shearing scissors. The day before he had stopped time and entered a barber shop and borrowed three of their best razors, to be returned when his deed was done.

He plugged the razors into the wall and handed the scissors to Danny, then distributed the razors—one each to Linda, Nancy, and Michael, who had no idea what was coming next.

Tommy turned to Danny. “I’m sure you recall, Danny, how you razzed me mercilessly that day about being hairless? Well, now it’s your turn to find out just what I felt like. Although it’ll probably be a little worse for you, seeing as you’re fifteen years old."

Danny didn’t respond, still in shock.

“Arms up,” Tommy ordered. “Nancy, I’d like you to relieve Danny of the hair under his arms.”

Danny blinked. “B-but Tommy…”

“Here’s your choice,” interrupted Tommy. “You either follow directions like a good little boy, or I freeze you while you get shaved. The only difference is, when you come to, you’ll be tied to the shower in the girls’ locker room. I believe the junior and senior girls both have P.E. this period, so you should be quite a hit.” Tommy paused momentarily to let Danny’s grim situation sink in. “So, what’s it gonna be, Danny boy?”

Danny, eyes watering, slowly lifted his arms.

Nancy powered on the razor—its buzzing filled the otherwise silent cafeteria. It was quite a bizarre scene, that of one naked girl shaving the armpit hair off a naked guy, both of them blushing crimson.

The electric razors were industrial models, so it took Nancy only a minute to complete her task.

“Perfect,” said Tommy. “Now everyone else, razors on. Linda, do his arms and chest. Nancy, make his legs all pretty and smooth. Michael, you're on ass duty. And make sure you get inside his crack. He'll have to bend over for you. Danny, you can use those scissors to cut off your pubic hair. Cut it as close to the skin as you can. Chop, chop, let’s go!”

Three electric razors were going full blast. Danny, after a moment’s hesitation, started cutting off his precious pubic hair, incredulous at what was happening to him—and what he was doing to himself.

In five minutes, it was over. The razors fell silent.

“Nice work,” said Tommy. “Now, Linda, give your razor to Danny. Danny, please finish off what you started, and make sure you get all the hair off your balls.”

Danny, under the watchful gaze of his audience of five, sullenly shaved off the last remnants of his bodily hair. When it was done, Tommy paced slowly around him, inspecting his work like a drill inspector would with one of his recruits.

He looked his hairless victim in the eyes and smiled.

“Well, Danny boy, you look much like I did two years ago. ‘Course, I was only thirteen years old at the time.” Tommy laughed, and for the first time, Danny covered his genitals with his hands, much to Tommy’s delight.

Meanwhile, Linda and Michael were anxiously wondering if they would be victims in Tommy’s depraved plan. As it happened, it was not a question of “if,” but a question of “when.”

“Linda, I don’t know why you’re not naked yet,” Tommy said. “Why don’t you treat us to a little strip show?”

Tommy’s creative streak was gaining momentum. “Michael, you come stand in front of Linda. And Linda? Every time you take something off, I want you to take the same thing off of Michael. Just drop everything right here in a nice little pile.”

Linda took a stab at attaining some mercy from Tommy. “Please, Tommy, don’t do this. I feel bad about what happened, I really do.”

Tommy, remembering Linda teasing him while running her hand across his naked thigh during his day of torment, would have none of it. “Why do you still have your blouse on? We don’t have all day here.”

Tommy chuckled to himself, realizing they literally had all the time in the world.

With a defeated sigh, Linda began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a black lacy bra. She obediently dropped her blouse on the floor and proceeded to lift off the tee shirt of the compliant, quiet Michael, dropping it on top of her blouse. Next came their shoes and socks, discarded one by one. Finally, Linda took a deep breath, undid her jeans, and pushed them down past her knees. Her matching black satin panties created an arousing sight, as her tall, lean, tanned body gradually became unveiled.

Whimpering softly, she peeled her jeans the rest of the way off, then crouched to help Michael out of his pants. He was cooperative, lifting each foot to facilitate their removal. Now only his white briefs remained.

Tommy broke the silence. “Now, Linda, when you remove your bra, I’d like you to place it on Michael’s chest.”

Michael flinched, while Nancy couldn’t help letting out a squeaky giggle, despite her own predicament. When Linda unclasped her bra, her flawless breasts popped out in all their glory. Nick let out a low whistle from his perch at the table, while Linda instinctively covered her chest with her hands. But she would have to pull them away in order to dress the red-faced Michael in her bra.

Tommy handed her a pair of scissors with a grin. “Here. Let’s make this easy. Just snip those tighty-whities off our little friend.”

With two quick cuts, Michael’s briefs split and fluttered to the floor, exposing him in all his humiliated glory. His penis, which was probably at least normal in size, had shriveled up in his embarrassment, the tip barely visible through his pubic hair. Again Nancy giggled in spite of herself.

“Now, Linda,” Tommy said, “I think it’s only fair you let Michael—or is that Michelle—borrow your panties too.”

Blushing furiously, Linda lowered her own underwear, exposing her blonde bush. She quickly slipped the panties up Michael’s legs, hoping to distract attention from herself.

Michael now made for a rather ridiculous sight, made even more ridiculous when Tommy produced a couple of false breast pads and proceeded to stuff them in the bra.

“Well, Michelle,” Tommy mused, “I must say, you look much prettier than I did when they tried to dress me up. I didn’t get a bra and panty set, and I certainly didn’t have any tits. Lucky you.”

Michael’s only reply was a mortified silence as he stared at the floor.

Then Tommy glanced at Nick and smirked. “Hey, maybe we should have our own private show. How would you like our happy guests to provide us some entertainment?”

“Sounds great!” responded Nick, as his face lit up.

Tommy remembered how humiliated he was when he had to stand up naked on Sister Ruth’s desk and sing a song. “Linda and Nancy, why don’t you two hop up on the table and sing a song for Nicky and me.”

The two girls, still trying in vain to shield themselves, groaned and reluctantly climbed up onto the table.

“Oh, yes,” Tommy said. “Arms around each other’s shoulders. One hand on your hip. No more covering up. You’re performers now. And the song of the day is ‘Girls Just Want to Have Fun.’”

Tommy and Nick pulled up a couple of chairs in front of the apprehensive girls and awaited the performance. Michael and Danny stood off to the side, Danny still covering his privates and Michael with his arms across his chest. Both were grateful—for now—to be spectators rather than performers.

Linda and Nancy, both naked and red-faced, had their arms on each other’s shoulders and began singing in shaky voices.

♬ “I come home in the morning light….and girls, they wanna have fun…” ♬

Tommy and Nick burst into laughter, clapping along. After the girls finished their painfully awkward number, they got a mock standing ovation and a loud high-five from the two boys.

But Tommy wasn’t finished.

“Michelle, you’re dressed for the part. Why don’t you get up there and stand between Linda and Nancy? And let’s see some dancing with the singing this time.”

Michael looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him, but he obeyed. Now all three stood atop the table, their faces flushed the same deep shade of crimson.

“Danny, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you out. Please forgive me. Why don’t you stand next to Linda and see what you can add to the performance. And please stop hiding your little hairless weenie—it’s part of the act.”

Danny resignedly climbed onto the table, letting his hands fall to his sides in surrender.

The music—or rather, the off-key singing—resumed. Four very naked or nearly naked students swayed and sang.

♬ “Oh girls just wanna have fun…” ♬

Tommy and his friend were beside themselves in laughter The sight was absurd: two naked girls dancing to the beat of their own voices, their breasts jiggling seductively as they did so. Michael prancing in black satin lingerie with stuffed bra cups. Danny also contributed immensely to the hilarity, as his penis and balls had shriveled up due to his intense humiliation, and with his now hairless body he looked like he was about ten years old. It wasn’t lost on Tommy that that’s probably how he must have looked when he was standing on the desk singing two years before. He smiled at the fitting comeuppance he had successfully orchestrated.

When the impromptu concert ended, Tommy clapped. “Bravo! Okay, take a bow and climb down. You were all fabulous.”

As they were climbing down, Tommy continued. “Consider it your lucky day. I’m going to let you off easy. I could make you remain naked—in your case, Michelle, in your bra and panties—for the rest of the period, which still has twenty minutes to go. But instead, we’re going to give everyone here a parting gift.”

He leaned forward.

“When I restart time, the four of you are going to take a little walk. Across the whole cafeteria. Single file. Hands behind your heads. Slow and steady. I know it’s a big room, but hey, it should be over in about three or four minutes. And don't rush, or I’ll just rewind and make you start again.”

The four victims had a look of terror in their red faces. They had hoped to escape the public display, but now it was apparent they would be performing a naked march for all to see.

“Any volunteers to lead the parade?” Silence.

Tommy grinned. “Linda, you go first. I think your lovely naked body should be right at the forefront. Danny, you’ll be second. Everyone loves a good laugh. Michelle, you and your pretty bra and panty set can go third. Maybe you can shake your hips from side to side as you walk. In fact, that goes for all of you. And you’d better be good. Nancy, you can pull up the rear. The last thing everyone will see will be your sweet ass sashaying out the door.

"Now all of you line up on the other side of the room. I’d like you to spread out about ten feet apart.”

The four wretched students made their way across the room, their steps heavy with dread.

“Okay, boys and girls, hands behind your heads! Just remember, all eyes will be on you. Don’t disappoint them. Here we go. One, two, three!”

Time resumed.

Linda began her slow, agonizing walk. Her cheeks were redder than her nipples. She moved steadily, hips swaying per Tommy’s instructions. Danny followed, arms up, his now-hairless groin exposed for all to see. Then came Michael, still in his bra and panties, shuffling along in exaggerated shame. Nancy brought up the rear, biting her lip, her bare body on full display.

Within seconds, the cafeteria erupted. Laughter, catcalls, gasps, and whistles filled the room. The stunned crowd couldn’t believe what they were seeing: a naked parade marching through the heart of the sixth-period study hall.

By the halfway point, the noise had reached deafening levels. It was everything the poor victims would have expected from the enthralled witnesses of their most extraordinary display. The four performers tried to focus straight ahead, but their beet-red faces gave away their humiliation.

Finally, after a full three and a half minutes, Nancy exited the room to a crescendo of hoots and cheers. The last sight was the four of them covering their privates and scrambling frantically toward their respective locker rooms in search of clothing and dignity.

The buzz in the cafeteria didn’t die down for the rest of the period. That day’s sixth period study hall would be the talk of the school for many moons.

Tommy leaned back in his chair, utterly satisfied.

"How am I going to top this?" he thought to himself.

Somehow, he knew he would find a way.

Big fan of equal opportunity stripping.

TeenFan wrote: Wed Dec 27, 2023 8:17 pm Big fan of equal opportunity stripping.

As am I. There will be another chapter or two in this story where females and males alike are stripped and/or humiliated.

My (minor) issue is this: I have written more than one story that is predominately ENM but have a few chapters sprinkled within the story that are strictly ENF. I would post the story in the ENM section, and wouldn't want to break it up by posting those chapters in the ENF section. No big deal - c’est la vie.

Chapter 8: The Humiliation of the Lexus Lady

After taking care of Linda, Nancy, Michael and Danny in the cafeteria during study hall, Tommy was nearly finished with the retaliation of his tormentors from three years before. He still had Karen, Carlene, Sister Ruth and Miss Richards to deal with, and he would get to them in due time. Meanwhile, his sophomore year was coming to an end, so it looked like he’d have to wait until the next term to continue his warpath.

But that didn’t stop Tommy from keeping his time-stop and telekinetic powers sharp. He always had his sister Sally available to abuse, and there would be other occasions when a deserving soul would be a victim of Tommy’s power when they least expected it.

During that summer, there were a couple of such opportunities.

One afternoon, Tommy found himself in line at the local supermarket, a bit pressed for time. He was supposed to meet a friend soon. Unfortunately, the checker—a brunette in her early twenties—was taking her sweet time with the customer ahead of him. Not only was she scanning each item at a glacial pace, but she also kept pausing to gossip with her bagger about her weekend plans.

Both Tommy and the man in front of him were visibly annoyed.

“Could you maybe pick up the pace a bit?” Tommy asked politely.

The checker shot him a look, then turned away with a scoff and went right back to chatting with her coworker.

"Excuse me," said Tommy. When she looked back at him, looking annoyed, Tommy said, "You are about to be more embarrassed than you've ever been in your entire life. I just want to make it perfectly clear to you that your rudeness has everything to do with your soon-to-be unfortunate situation."

She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and went back to scanning a can of soup.

Tommy immediately stopped time and began unbuttoning her blouse, slipping it off her shoulders and tucking it into the bottom of the customer’s grocery bag. She wore a bright, hot-pink colored bra. Tommy let out a soft whistle in appreciation. Next, he unfastened her pants, eased them down, and slid her matching panties to her ankles.

Tommy admired her beautiful body. He then took off one of her shoelaces, tying one end around the bottom of her panties and the other end to a steel bar by her feet. The knot was very tight.

Then he strolled casually back to his place in line, restarted time, and watched with delight as the stunned checker screamed out.

“OH MY GOD!” she shrieked as she reached down, yanking helplessly at her panties. “OH MY GOD! OH SHIT!”

In her panic, she continued to pull on her panties, but this only succeeded in tightening the knot even more. The customer and the bagger were watching in enjoyable amazement, and other patrons and employees were beginning to get wind of the situation.

The mortified checker, now whimpering, finally discovered the cause of the obstructed path of her panties, and frantically went to work on the knot, but it wouldn’t budge.

She would be forced to go to her last, unavoidable resort—she would have to strip herself.

She furiously pulled off her shoes, then her pants, and finally her panties. In her frenzied state of mind, she didn’t consider putting her pants on. She simply started running toward the storeroom at the back of the store. She was last seen by Tommy and the rest of her appreciative audience running down the frozen foods aisle, wailing in humiliation, clad in nothing but a hot-pink bra and white anklets.

Tommy was pretty sure she would treat her customers with a little more respect from that point forward.

* * * * *

Another time Tommy was walking around downtown on a beautiful mid-summer day, crossing the street at a crosswalk. The light was green, and the “Don’t Walk” sign had just started blinking, so Tommy knew he had plenty of time to make it.

A buxom, fortyish lady in a shiny new black Lexus wanted to make a right turn, but had to wait for Tommy. As Tommy was walking in front of her car she leaned on her horn and screamed at Tommy out of her window, “You’re going against the Don’t Walk, you little shit!”

Tommy stopped, turned, and regarded her calmly.

“I’m guessing that you’ve had a tough morning and probably already regret what you just said. Kind of guy I am, I’ll give you a chance to apologize.”

But the Lexus lady made a mistake she would regret until her dying day.

“Fuck off, asshole!” she yelled while hitting her accelerator.

Of course, this gave Tommy more than enough incentive to retaliate. He froze time and walked casually around to her door. He peered in at the lady, still seething behind the wheel, completely unaware of the reckoning about to unfold.

Tommy calmly opened her car door, climbed inside, and began undressing her. He took his time. Off came her sundress, her sandals, and everything underneath. He left her sitting completely nude in the driver’s seat.

“Not bad for a middle-aged lady,” he said to himself as he admired her body. Indeed, though just a little overweight, and with a bit of a sag in her breasts, she was certainly put together well enough to turn a few heads. And on this day, in her present condition? Oh yes, she was going to turn a few heads.

Before leaving the car, Tommy spent a couple of minutes searching the stereo system. He found just the right song and queued it up with glee.

Tommy then scooped up her clothes and looked around her car to make sure she had nothing available for her to cover her nudity. Satisfied, he turned off her engine and slipped the keys in his pocket. He then tossed her sundress and sandals into the nearest trashcan before draping her white bra and panty set provocatively across the hood of her Lexus.

Just before restarting time, Tommy had one last idea.

He went back into the car and opened the center console. Jackpot: He found her wallet and scanned her driver's license.

“Cheryl Brantley,” he said aloud, savoring it.

Satisfied, Tommy stepped back onto the sidewalk, licked his lips, and restarted time.

What followed was chaos.

The lady in the Lexus was beside herself when she realized she was stark naked inside her car in a bustling downtown area. She let out a primal shriek, clutching herself and twisting wildly in her seat.

“WHAT THE HELL?! OH MY GOD!!”

She looked around frantically for her clothes, hands darting across the empty leather seat beside her and then under it. Her panic was growing exponentially.

The lady in the car behind her was honking her horn, and the Lexus Lady slammed on her accelerator, but her car didn’t move. She reached for her keys and was horrified to find them also missing. She searched the floor, then under her seat, but to no avail.

More people were impatiently honking their horns, and some of the pedestrians were starting to look in her direction to see what the fuss was all about.

That’s when Tommy cupped his hands and called out, “Hey look! She’s naked!”

The Lexus Lady's head snapped toward the sound. There he was—the little punk from the crosswalk—peering through her passenger window with his hands framing his face. And now others were joining in. Curious onlookers leaned in, grinning, laughing.

“She’s naked!”

“She’s really naked!”

She had nowhere to hide.

“Her name is Cheryl Brantley!” Tommy called out helpfully.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, shrinking into her seat, horrified to realize her name was now part of the spectacle.

“Hey, I know Cheryl!” shouted a lady in the gathering crowd. “She’s in my country club!”

The Lexus Lady let out a strangled cry and flailed about helplessly while screaming, “FUCK! OH, FUCK ME! Please, help me! Oh, for the love of GOD!”

Now hysterical, she tried ducking under the dash, only to bash her head on the steering wheel.

Then, while leaning forward on her steering wheel with one arm over her breasts and one hand between her legs, she saw them: her bra and panties, laying tauntingly on the hood of her car.

She sat there for a moment, sizing up her grim situation. The longer she sat there, the more attention she would attract. She ultimately decided she would be much better off in underwear than in nothing at all.

She cracked open the door, peeked out, and reached for her garments. Just as her fingers grazed the fabric, they slid away across the hood.

“What the hell?” she said out loud. There's no wind, how is this happening?

Hell-bent on retrieving her underwear, she threw modesty to the wind and climbed onto the hood in full view of the crowd. A mother nearby giggled and covered her child’s eyes.

Again she reached for her bra and panties, and again they slid away from her, this time onto the ground on the other side of the car.

“OH, COME ON!!” shrieked the Lexus Lady. "FUCK ME!"

She crawled to the other side of the car and looked down to the ground at her bra and panties. She then looked up and noticed that the size of the crowd on the sidewalk had grown considerably, and there were dozens of phones recording her ordeal. Several onlookers now knew her name by heart, and someone yelled, "Whoo-hoo! Thank you, Cheryl!"

Her face turned a volcanic shade of red.

It managed to become even redder, for Tommy had another trick up his sleeve. With the bat of an eye, he rolled down the window on the passenger side and turned on her stereo. It suddenly started blasting—at full volume—Right Said Fred's song, I'm Too Sexy, eliciting uproarious laughter from the highly entertained audience.

♬ “I’m too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt…” ♬

The Lexus Lady was mortified beyond comprehension, momentarily at a loss of what to do. All things considered, the sanctuary of her car seemed the most appealing. She turned around and crawled back across the hood, cheeks jiggling with each frantic movement, treating her enthralled audience to another provocative vision.

She screeched and scrambled off the hood, her bare feet slapping the pavement amid a cacophony of horns, honking now out of amusement rather than impatience. She dashed to the side of the car, yanked on the handle—and screamed again.

The door was locked.

In an occurrence of incredible timing, the song blared out the next verse:

♬ " I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car..." ♬

"NOOOOOO!" screamed the Lexus Lady, as the crowd roared in hilarity.

Someone nearby shouted “Encore!”

Probably not thinking clearly, she decided to make one more attempt to retrieve her bra and panties. She made a mad dash around the front of her car, covering herself up as best she could with her hands and arms. Her bra and panties were on the ground, near the passenger door. But just as she bent down and reached for them, the undergarments mysteriously slid under the car, out of her reach.

She collapsed to her knees and reached desperately under, only to find herself flashing half the city. Realizing this, she squealed, shot upright, and then—she made another irrational decision.

Eying the open passenger window, she decided to climb in. Headfirst.

Which, of course, offered the crowd another unforgettable view.

Then, as her bare legs kicked in the air behind her, the Lexus suddenly exploded with sound: The alarm started blaring—a piercing WEE-OOH-WEE-OOH siren—followed by the rapid HONK-HONK-HONK of the horn.

The Lexus Lady screamed in terror and flopped backward out the window, stumbling over her own feet and landing squarely on her bare ass with a mortified yelp.

People were howling with laughter now, while she lay there, stunned for a beat.

Then at last, she saw her only option—the public restroom across the street. Drenched in humiliation, the Lexus Lady bolted upright and ran, one arm over her breasts, the other between her legs, feet slapping against the crosswalk pavement—the same crosswalk where it had all begun.

As she frantically made her escape, the sounds of the chaos rang out: The car alarm was blaring, horns were honking from several directions, while the stereo continued:

♬ I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love..." ♬

To add to her utter disgrace, the crowd was chanting her name. “Cheryl! Cheryl! Cheryl!”

As the naked Lexus Lady neared the restroom amid a flurry of honks, howls, and humiliation, Tommy was close behind, ensuring that she would be able to hear his parting words:

“Hey Cheryl—you’re going against the Don’t Walk!”

Chapter 9: The Cheerleader's Comeuppance

Tommy was sixteen and had entered his junior year in high school. It would be late September when he would settle his account with Karen, one of the major players in Tommy’s debasement when he was in the seventh grade. The reader may recall that Karen was in the eighth grade at the time, and she delighted in teasing and tormenting her junior classman. It was Karen who slowly and sadistically removed Tommy’s underpants in the gym during dance class, reveling in every moment. She was also instrumental in removing Tommy's belly dance costume, rendering him naked while he was forced to dance.

Karen was now in her senior year. A beautiful 17-year-old blonde, she was popular with the boys and well aware of it. She had a couple of girlfriends, but most of the girls found her on the haughty side. Her parents were well-to-do, she knew she was gorgeous, and she carried herself like she was in a class above the rest—a trait that many of her fellow female classmates despised.

Paradoxically, for all her bravado, Karen was painfully shy about her own body. No boy—save perhaps her father in babyhood—had ever seen her naked. Even in P.E., she was very self-conscious when she had to shower with the other girls. She always turned away, towel at the ready.

She and Tommy both attended Washington High. Karen was a cheerleader; Tommy, thanks to his new powers, had become a cheery leader (sorry, couldn’t resist).

It was a big night at Washington: the late-September showdown against their archrival, Lincoln High. The rivalry between the two schools was unsurpassed anywhere in the state. They truly didn’t like each other.

That Friday night, the stands were packed and buzzing with energy. The game was an intensely fought affair. Several skirmishes broke out on the field, and the two rooting sections were exchanging barbs with each other from opposite sides of the field.

Tommy sat with the Washington fans, half-watching the game and half-watching Karen bouncing up and down in her skimpy cheerleading outfit. Tommy had an agenda planned for Karen—one he would implement a little later in the game.

Momentarily though, he decided to have a little fun at her expense.

During a second-quarter timeout, Karen and the other cheerleaders launched into a high-energy routine in front of the crowd. Tommy, smiling slyly, used his telekinetic powers to flip up Karen’s skirt, lifting it well above her hips. Her blue panties, a perfect match for her uniform, were suddenly on full display.

Karen was so concentrating on her routine that she was unaware of the extracurricular entertainment she was providing.

After a few seconds Tommy allowed the skirt to drop back down. Then he figured out a way to get her attention.

While she was dancing and waving her pompons high in the air, Tommy went for a bolder move. He concentrated on lowering Karen’s panties down her legs.

The reaction was immediate. Karen gasped, eyes wide, and instinctively dropped her pom-poms. Blushing furiously, she yanked her panties back up and hastily resumed the routine, doing her best to pretend nothing had happened—though her crimson cheeks told a different story. Tommy chuckled to himself.

At halftime, he decided it was time for the main event.

He stopped time and eagerly made his way down to the track.

He picked Karen up and started walking while carrying her, when he fortuitously found a wheelbarrow. Laying Karen in the wheelbarrow, Tommy wheeled her over to the Lincoln side of the field. He then picked her up and carried her to the very middle of the Lincoln rooting section, where he sat her upright.

She looked completely out of place in her bright blue-and-gold cheer uniform amidst a large throng predominately clad in red and white. Tommy peeled off his Washington shirt, revealing a red one underneath. He plopped down beside her, then restarted time—but only for her.

Karen blinked awake and immediately registered something was very wrong. The crowd around her was frozen, silent. She found herself in the middle of what she recognized could be a very hostile crowd, and the friendly blue and gold seemed miles away.

She was about to get up when Tommy broke the eerie silence.

“Hi, Karen, how are ya’?”

She nearly jumped out of her sneakers. Her head whipped toward the voice. When she recognized Tommy, she was overcome with an overwhelming feeling of apprehension.

She had heard the stories of Tommy’s retaliations during the last term and felt relieved when the school year had concluded without her participation in Tommy's dirty deeds. It was apparent now that her feeling of relief was premature.

“Uh… h-hi, Tommy. What are you….what’s going on?” Her voice trembled. She didn’t really need an answer. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good.

Tommy smiled calmly. “It’s payback time, darling. I thought you might enjoy a little taste of what you put me through.”

He let that hang for a beat, watching her squirm.

“In a moment, I’m going to restart time for everyone. There’s no telling how they might react, but I think it’s a good bet that your little blue and gold dress will have to go.”

The look of fear in Karen’s eyes gave Tommy a feeling of redemption.

“Tommy, please, I beg you! I’ll do anything you say—just don’t do this to me!”

Tommy had heard that kind of desperate plea before. He didn’t hate it. In fact, it gave him a nice little glow of satisfaction. After all, Karen hadn’t exactly been merciful back in the day. He let her squirm a little longer before casually restarting time.

It only took a few seconds.

“Hey, what’s this?” barked a guy sitting behind Karen. “Why’s she wearing blue and gold?”

All the Lincoln students within earshot were now staring at Karen, who started to make a panicky move to run away but was roughly pushed back to her seat by a male student in front of her. Tommy decided to intervene before matters got too far out of hand.

“Guys, guys, I think I may have a solution to this problem,” Tommy proposed. The rabid crowd momentarily settled, curious to hear what the young man had in mind. Tommy gestured toward Karen. “Now, I have a good feeling this pretty little cheerleader from Washington would be willing to trade her uniform for your promise not to beat the shit out of her.”

This certainly appeased the Lincoln students, while eliciting a look of trepidation from Karen.

Tommy leaned close to Karen and lowered his voice. “You might as well face it—if you don’t take off your dress on your own, I’m sure these guys, and probably even some of the girls would be happy to remove it for you. And who knows what else they might do to you if you let them lay their hands on you. Now it’s up to you, but you might find that it works out better for you to strip down voluntarily.”

Karen, though near a state of panic, comprehended the hopelessness of her situation. One way or another, she would lose her dress. She might as well do it herself.

“Oh, God!” she cried aloud while reaching for the zipper at the top of her back. She clenched her eyes shut and, with trembling fingers lowered the zipper all the way down to the small of her back.

The noise level from the crowd grew as they realized the pretty girl was actually going to strip.

“She’s really doing it!” shouted an excited female.

“Oh, please, Tommy! You’ve made your point! I’m begging you, get me out of this!" Karen begged.

Tommy shrugged. “Keep going, you’re doing just fine, sweetheart.”

Karen shuddered. Resigned to her fate, to the delight of her captivated audience she reluctantly pulled the dress off her arms and let the top part of the outfit slip unimpeded to her lap, exposing a substantial chest, which was protected by a dark blue, lacy bra.

The crowd erupted, and Karen leaned forward, staring at the ground with her arms clenched tightly over her chest. Her mortification was quite intense, and her blush extended from her forehead, down her neck, to the top of her breasts.

Tommy was sitting right next to her, just as he was when she mercilessly stripped him 3½ years before. He cupped his hands around her right ear so she could hear him over the noise.

“Don’t stop now, darling. You’re putting on quite a show. Slip off your dress and give it to the guy behind you.”

Karen cringed, and to the glee of the cheering throng she lifted her torso and pulled down her dress. She slipped it off her feet and halfheartedly handed it to the guy behind her, who proceeded to wave it high in the air before whirling it as far as he could. Karen watched in dismay as her dress landed far into the next section, and she realized hopelessly that she might never see it again.

She was really feeling her nakedness now, as she sat there hunched over, wearing only her bra with matching blue panties, white tennis shoes and white anklets.

Tommy, remembering the unbelievably horrible experience his current victim had put him through years before, planned on making the most of the moment. He put his arm around her back, leaned over and put his mouth to her ear.

“You’re looking pretty hot, sweetheart, but you’re still wearing the wrong-colored uniform. Too bad you didn't put on your red or white underwear. I’m afraid you’re going to have to take everything off now.”

Karen, now with tears dripping down her profusely blushing face, looked up pleadingly. “Oh God, Tommy, can’t you see you’ve humiliated me enough? Please, stop this madness and get me out of here! Please!”

“In due time, my dear. In due time. But first you’re going to experience the humiliation of all humiliations: public nudity, the forced variety. Your bra and panties, please.”

Tommy backed off and watched intently as the wretched, blubbering Karen reached behind her and unclasped her bra, holding it in place a second longer before slowly letting it drop into her lap. The noise level rose to a new decibel as the 17-year-old’s breasts were freed from their sanctuary.

Karen leaned over with her chin on her knees as she covered each breast by crisscrossing her arms, while Tommy plucked the bra from her lap and threw it up to the appreciative crowd, where it was waved around like a trophy.

Tommy again put his arm around his suffering victim, and leaned in to Karen’s ear, where he caught a most enjoyable glimpse of the tops of her naked breasts.

“You’re almost there, Karen darlin’. Now let's slip those panties off.”

Karen hesitated for a moment before doing Tommy’s bidding. Then, to the delight and amazement of the roaring mass, she slowly hooked her thumbs in her waistband. The crowd leaned forward as she slid the panties down, inch by agonizing inch, until they were off completely. Someone snatched the panties from her grasp and tossed them a few rows forward, where they were caught in the air by an outstretched hand.

Karen’s humiliation was extreme as she hugged her knees, crimson and shivering.

“OH GOD! OH GOD! OHHHH!”

Tommy leaned in once more. "Now sit up straight and put your hands behind your head, sweetheart. Like I had to do.”

The near-hysterical Karen complied, much to the enjoyment of her incredulous audience.

Tommy wasn’t finished. He allowed Karen’s humiliation to continue for a few moments, and then gave her further instructions. “Now I’d like you to get on your hands and knees on your seat, facing me.”

“Please Tommy, no! Oh God, please, I can’t take it anymore!”

Tommy was merciless. “If you don’t do as I say right now, I’ll stop time and handcuff you to one of the goalposts. With your hands above your head. Then I'll start it again, and all your friends will get to see you in all your glory. Now make your choice.”

The distraught Karen assumed the position Tommy had ordered. Hooting and catcalls ensued, as Karen created quite a sight on her hands and knees, her feminine charms on full display. She was face to face with her smiling tormentor, who was relentless in his psychological torture.

“Look me in the eyes, sweetheart.” She did so, and Tommy took pleasure in her look of panic and shame. “Tell me what you’re feeling right now, Karen,” offered Tommy. Karen simply whimpered without answering. “I’d really like to hear it in your own words, sweetie. Tell me how it feels to be naked on public display like this.” Tommy stroked Karen underneath her chin as he spoke.

Karen answered, hoping it would help speed up an end to her miserable situation. “It’s.…it’s embarrassing,” was all she could muster.

“Embarrassing?” countered Tommy. “More like ‘humiliating,’ don’t you think? Completely and utterly humiliating. Say it.”

Karen responded, “It's completely and utterly humiliating! Please, oh God, Tommy, find my clothes! Please!”

Karen felt a hand from one of the Lincoln students stroking her naked backside, and she was really starting to panic. Tommy was temporarily satisfied, but he had one more debasement in mind for the wretched cheerleader.

He stopped time again for everybody but Karen so he could talk to her without yelling above the noise. He turned and straddled his bleacher seat, facing his hapless victim. He told her there was one last thing he wanted her to do, and that he would not put an end to her ordeal until she complied. Karen could be seen shaking her head vigorously back and forth, imploring “Please, no!” and "Oh, I can't do that!" but it was evident her tormentor would be unrelenting.

Had anyone else in the stadium not been in stop mode, they would have seen a fully clothed young man leading a naked girl across the track. The young man was smiling brightly, while the pretty female had a very red face and a look of utter fear. When she reached the other side, she could be seen picking up two pompons, one blue and one gold.

Tommy started time for the band leader, who was a friend of his. He spoke to him, and they shared a laugh. Tommy took a seat in the middle of the stands, a couple of rows behind the cheerleaders. Karen stood alone on the track, naked but for shoes and anklets. The gold pompon covered her breasts and the blue one her crotch.

That was about to change.

“Are you ready, darling?” called Tommy.

Karen, a beaten young lady, stared at the ground and nodded. Her sense of dread for what she was about to be forced to do was unfathomable.

“Okay, Ron,” Tommy called to the bandleader. “Help me with the countdown. Ready, TEN! Karen, hold those pompons high above your head."

“NINE! That’s a great look, sweetheart. They’ll love your tits. Spread those legs out a little more."

Karen was trembling, but followed the commands.

“EIGHT! That’s it, we can really see your pussy now."

"SEVEN! SIX! Almost showtime, Karen darlin’. You’d better be good, or I’ll leave you by yourself with the Lincoln crowd."

"FIVE! FOUR! Oh yeah, you look hot!""

"THREE! TWO! ONE! Okay, sweetheart, you’re on!"

He started time.

"Enjoy the show, everybody!” yelled Tommy.

Ron waved his arms, and the band launched into the school fight song. Karen began her routine. Somebody immediately yelled out, “Hey look, she’s naked!”

The buzzing from the stands continued to mount, and somebody else yelled out, “Oh, my God, that’s Karen! Naked!”

The band played on, and Karen jumped up and down, waving her pompons back and forth. Her breasts were bouncing around wildly, out of control.

She obeyed Tommy’s command and performed her number to the hilt. At one point, she hopped on one foot and kicked her opposite leg up and down, creating quite a provocative sight. She turned around and gave a little booty-shake, giving her audience a stimulating view of her shimmying, curvaceous backside, much to their absolute amazement and glee.

Of course, Karen was mortified beyond comprehension.

Finally, the band finished the number, and Karen, her humiliation absolute, could endure no more. With one pompon over her chest and the other over her sex, she made a beeline down the track, threatening Washington High’s record for the 440. She continued past the track and ran straight through the open gate, never breaking her stride.

As Tommy watched her naked, bouncing cheeks disappear into the night he sat back, quite gratified now that he had exacted vengeance on yet another of his tormentors. He settled back to watch the second half, grinning widely to himself as he recounted the evening’s extraordinary events.

Chapter 10: The Topless Twelve

"Carlene," Tommy thought to himself. "What to do with Carlene?"

As readers may recall, Carlene played no small role in Tommy’s legendary humiliation three years before. The now 19-year-old niece of the perverted Miss Richards—with whom she shared the deviant pleasure in the poor lad's degradation—was one of only three remaining (along with Sister Ruth and Miss Richards) on Tommy's retribution list that he had not yet victimized.

Carlene, now a college girl attending school out of state, had come home for her winter break. She had been looking forward to a relaxing two weeks to recover from the rigors of college. But here she was, nearing the end of her final weekend before returning to campus, feeling anxious, and continuously looking over her shoulder in apprehension.

A quite unnerving experience the previous weekend had everything to do with her state of anxiety. Carlene shuddered every time she thought about it, which was quite often.

Conversely, Tommy couldn't suppress a grin each time he replayed that Saturday night in his mind.

Let’s rewind.

Tommy, through means too mundane to go into here, had ascertained that Carlene had organized a mini-reunion dinner with her twelve former high school volleyball teammates at a classy little restaurant in town. Afterward, they were going clubbing.

The clubbing never happened.

For Tommy, it was the perfect full-circle moment. After all, it was Carlene who’d masterminded the infamous “peek show,” where each of her teammates had, at her direction, taken turns peeking into Tommy’s underpants, much to their glee and to Tommy's humiliation.

Tommy hadn't really planned on going after all the volleyball players—Carlene was his main objective—but he figured that since the situation was pretty much dropped into his lap, he saw no reason not to make the most of it.

* * * * *

As Tommy strolled into the restaurant, he spotted them immediately: thirteen fashionably dressed young women, seated around a massive circular table dead center in the dining room.

Tommy couldn't believe his good fortune. "Perfect!" he said aloud, unable to suppress a grin.

He wasted no time. One could say that in the literal sense, because he stopped time.

He sauntered over to the table and, starting with the girl on Carlene's left, he began unbuttoning her crisp white blouse.

I'll save the best for last, he thought to himself, referring, of course, to Carlene.

He easily slipped off the blouse, then unhooked her white bra, and started a pile by tossing the garments on the floor behind him. He let out a soft whistle as he admired the femininity of the half-naked beauty before him. Her pale breasts glistened under the light emanating from the candles and the chandelier above them. Tommy felt a stirring in his jeans as he took in the vision.

Not to be deterred, he proceeded to the next girl and briskly rendered her topless. He worked his way all the way around the table, stopping short of Carlene.

By the time he reached the last of Carlene’s teammates, the scene was surreal: a ring of beautiful young women, seated upright, arms frozen mid-gesture, their bared breasts resting against the tablecloth. Different sizes, shapes and skin tones—it was, from Tommy’s perspective, erotic. It was all he could do to keep himself from obtaining relief through self-gratification right there on the spot.

But he had a bigger fish to fry.

He reached for the first button of Carlene's blouse...then paused.

Hmm. Maybe I'll just give her something to think about for a while. She'll be in town for another week.

He decided to leave her clothes on. Well, at least the ones that were visible to the naked eye. He did reach under her skirt and pulled her panties off.

Just to let her know I haven't forgotten her," he smiled.

Then came the twine. Tommy reached into his jacket and pulled out a hefty coil of it. He hadn't been entirely sure how he’d use it, but he’d had a hunch it might come in handy.

It did.

He pushed each girl’s chair in tightly, so their torsos were pressed snugly against the edge of the table. Being volleyball players, they were mostly pretty tall, so their naked breasts rested on the table fetchingly. It gave the scene an unintentionally comical touch. Tommy chuckled.

He proceeded to tie each of the girls' arms to the back of their chairs. He then secured the front legs of each of the chairs to the main post underneath the table, making sure the twine was taut.

"They won't be going anywhere right away," he mused aloud.

He then gathered all the dinner napkins from their laps, in case Carlene came up with the bright idea to use them to provide her ill-fated friends with a bit of coverage.

After dumping the napkins in the collection of blouses and bras, Tommy gathered up the pile and deposited them into a large trash can in the kitchen.

His last stroke was to slip a small, handwritten note inside the front of the panties of each of the half-naked dozen. Later, they all would know who was behind their humiliating nightmare, though they certainly would not know how in the world he had pulled it off.

The notes read:

I took the liberty of peeking inside your panties—
much like you peeked inside my underpants.
Ah, poetic justice is served.
Thanks for the show!
Love, Tommy.

He was finally ready to enjoy the fruits of his labor.

It took all of a few short seconds after time resumed for the restaurant to explode into absolute pandemonium. The room was filled with the cacophony of screaming, the likes of which no one in the restaurant had ever heard before. For those unsure of the definition of the word "chaos," viewing a video of the unfolding scene at the large, round table would certainly clear that up for them.

With a dozen females screaming at once, their words were unintelligible. They certainly attracted the attention of all the patrons in the crowded restaurant, and all the waiters, waitresses and kitchen help dropped what they were doing to see what the commotion was all about. What they saw was not easily forgotten: twelve fashionable young women, bound to their chairs, topless, squirming and shrieking in a frantic meltdown. Their bare breasts bounced and jiggled wildly as they twisted in their bonds, desperate for cover that simply didn’t exist.

Only one woman at the table wasn’t in a state of partial undress. Carlene, still fully clothed—at least above the waist—was frozen in her seat, blinking in stunned disbelief. She looked down at her chest and a feeling of relief came over her when she saw her blouse.

Then instinct took over. She finally managed to get up from her chair to come to the rescue of her former teammates. It took her, with the help of a couple of waitresses and three Good Samaritan patrons a full ten minutes to extricate the crimson-faced young adults from their chairs. One by one they could be seen running feverishly toward the ladies' room with their arms crisscrossed over their chests, sobbing and crying out in shame.

Tommy, meanwhile, was taking in what for him was an absolutely wonderful scene. While enjoying the plight of the frantic dozen, he watched Carlene closely. In what was possibly his favorite moment, at one point Carlene stopped in her tracks and surreptitiously (or so she had thought) slipped her hand under her skirt to confirm what she had sensed—that she was sans panties. The look on her face was the perfect blend of horror, confusion, and dread.

That's right, Carlene. There will be your day of reckoning, and I think you know it.

With one last look and a nod of approval, he turned and sauntered out of the restaurant, feeling quite satisfied with his night's work.

* * * * *

It was Sunday morning, the day after the reunion debacle. Carlene, who hardly had a wink of sleep after tossing and turning restlessly all night, picked up her buzzing phone. The caller was Paula, one of her mortified dinner companions from the night before.

“Paula, oh my God, are you okay?” asked a sympathetic Carlene.

“I—I don’t know,” came the shaken reply. “I mean, I think so? But like...not really.”

"How did it happen? What the hell? One minute we were eating appetizers, and the next thing I knew...” Carlene's voice trailed off, unable or unwilling to voice the obvious.

"The next thing you knew we were stripped half-naked, and our tits were laid out on the table!" Paula exclaimed, trying to inject humor in the aftermath of her horrifying experience.

Carlene wasn’t laughing. “But how? How could something like that even happen? I don't get it."

"I've been going over it all night," answered Paula. "There is nothing logical about any of this. I talked to Ginger, and she thinks it's something supernatural. And I think she might be right."

Carlene blinked. “Supernatural?”

“I’m telling you. There’s no other explanation. I mean, listen...” Paula hesitated. “There was a note.”

Carlene sat up straighter. “Huh? Where?”

Paula hesitated, shuddering as she pictured Tommy lifting her skirt and pulling open her panties. “Ugh. Don’t make me say it. It was...it was inside my panties.”

Carlene’s heart skipped. “Wha—are you serious?”

“Ginger got one too. It was from that kid. The one your aunt had stripped to his undies in elementary school.”

“T-Tommy?” she whispered. Carlene felt the air sucked out of her lungs as she considered the ramifications of what she had just heard.

“Yes. I mean, we all had our fun at his expense that day, but...it’s like he’s back. And he just returned the favor in a big way.”

"Oh, my God," said Carlene once again.

There was a long silence.

"What did the note say?" she finally asked.

“He said he peeked in our panties. Just like we peeked in his. And then he thanked us for the show.”

"Oh, my God."

“I know. It’s creepy. I feel so violated.”

“I don’t blame you,” Carlene said, her voice distant.

“Did you get a note?” Paula asked cautiously.

Carlene hesitated. "No, no note." Again, a long pause. "But he left his calling card."

"Huh? What? How?"

Carlene’s cheeks flushed with heat, though no one was watching. “He...took my panties.”

Paula gasped. “He what? Oh jeez, Carlene. That’s just—okay, Ginger and I were talking, and honestly...there’s gotta be a reason he didn’t strip you like the rest of us. You'd have to think he has something else in mind for you, and it can't be good. You know that, right?"

Again, there was a long pause, as Carlene felt her world closing in on her.

"I have to go, Paula," she said."

"Okay, hang in there, Carlene. But seriously...watch your back.”

Carlene ended the call and let her phone fall onto her comforter. Dazed, she stared out her bedroom window, seeing nothing.

Then, barely audible:

"Oh...my...God," she said yet again.

Chapter 11: Carlene's Frenzied Flight

Carlene lay gloomily on her bed in her dorm room. Her roommate had gone home for the weekend, and while she appreciated the solitude, she really needed to talk to someone.

She reached for her phone and called her friend Paula.

“Carlene?” came Paula’s familiar voice. “How are you doing?”

“Well...I’ve been better.”

“Uh-oh,” retorted a concerned Paula. Carlene wasn’t one to mope. For her to sound this down, something had to be wrong.

“He got me,” Carlene muttered.

"Who?" Then it dawned on her. "Tommy? Say it's not him."

Carlene nodded, even though Paula couldn’t see her. "It was him. Do you have a few moments? I haven't told anybody about this, and I need to talk about it with someone. It might be cathartic for me."

"Oh, gosh, of course!" said her friend. "Oh, I'm so sorry. What did he do to you?"

Carlene took a deep breath. "Well here goes. I flew back here last Sunday afternoon. I was at the airport. I had been really worried that he would do something while I was back home, so I stayed home pretty much the rest of the week after what happened at the restaurant."

Paula needed no reminder of her awful experience at the restaurant. "Oh my God, did he go all the way to your school?"

“No...I'll tell you. Once I got to the airport I figured I was home free. And then..." her voice tailed off.

"Take your time, Carlene. I know it's hard. I still have trouble talking about that night."

"Okay. Well, first off, I can tell you that you and Ginger were right. He has supernatural powers."

"Shit! I knew it!"

"It's crazy. The guy actually can stop time. That's what he did when he took all your blouses and bras off. Then he starts it again, and it's like you were right where you left off, except..."

"Except our tits were hanging out for everyone to see," interrupted Paula.

"Exactly. Can you believe this? It's nuts!"

"It's surreal. Preposterous! I can't believe it's even possible."

"Well, it is, that I can assure you," said a convinced Carlene.

"So...so what did he do?"

Carlene took another deep breath. “Well...I'm at the airport. I got there a couple of hours early, just because I was so anxious to get out of Dodge and be free from him. I was standing in the long security line, and then, the next thing I knew..." Again, her voice trailed off.

"No, don't tell me!" exclaimed an animated Paula.

"No, he didn't strip me. Well, I take that back, he did, because the next thing I knew I was standing there wearing just my volleyball uniform."

"Whaaat?

"Yeah, no shit! It was the weirdest sensation. The first thing I noticed was my bare feet on the floor. Oh, and it was just the sports bra and bikini bottom, like the ones we would wear when we played beach volleyball."

"Oh, my God!" shouted Paula. "You poor thing!"

"I know. I mean, normally I would be fine wearing that in the proper setting, but at the airport, with all those people around? It was the most embarrassed I'd ever been in my entire life. Think about it. I'm over six feet tall, so I stand out anyway, but then? My face felt like it was on fire!"

Paula groaned. “I can feel the secondhand embarrassment. So what did you do?”

"Well, that's the thing. My first thought was to grab my bag and make a run for it to the ladies' room. But then I figured that would bring even more attention to myself, so I started to reach into my bag for a pair of jeans."

"Yes, probably the best way to go. Jeez."

"But there was a bright pink piece of paper sitting on my bag. He left a note."

"Him and his fucking notes!"

"Oh, it wasn't the last note I got that day. Anyway, it said...hold on, I saved them. Don't ask me why." There was silence while Carlene grabbed several pieces of bright pink paper from the bottom of her underwear drawer.

"It said, 'Don't even THINK about covering up. I want you to get on your flight as you are. Any effort to cover up and you will immediately find yourself bare-assed naked. By the way, I hope you like the color of this paper. I picked it out myself, figuring it would match the color of your face right now. Love, Tommy.' That was it."

"Wow. So you had to go through security dressed like that?"

"I did. I mean, what else could I do? It was awful, Paula. It took forever, and everyone, I mean everyone was staring at me. Guys were grinning and leering at me. The TSAs were having the time of their lives. And my face was flushing really hot, so I'm sure it was obvious to everyone that I was embarrassed, which made it even worse. They had to be thinking, 'Why is she dressed like that if she's so embarrassed about it?' Oh, Paula, I'm turning red right now just talking about it."

"Oh, you poor dear. I know the feeling, trust me."

“It gets worse.”

“Of course it does.”

“I still had an hour and a half until my flight, so I headed for the ladies’ room to hide. But right as I pushed open the door, I suddenly was no longer holding my bag. It was off to the side against the wall, and it had another note. Same bright pink paper."

"Oh, jeez. What did it say?"

"Here it is: 'If you have to pee, go ahead. I'll give you three minutes. Then you are to proceed to your gate, take a seat and wait for your flight.' "

“I mean, I guess that was generous?”

“I didn’t even need to pee, but three minutes in a stall by myself was better than nothing, so I did that. Then I had to do the long walk to the gate. People were snapping pictures, and a group of college guys started following me.”

"How awful, Carlene. So you had to get on your flight like that?"

"Yes, but there's more. I'm sitting in a seat in the waiting area at the gate. Oh, and it was cold. I had goose bumps all over me. Anyway, I'm acting like I'm reading a book, even though I didn't digest a word. Next thing I know there is another note on my lap. I looked around, but I couldn't see the little fucker. I knew he was looming somewhere."

"What, pray tell, did the note say?" asked Paula. Though she sincerely felt for her friend, the mind-boggling tale had her rapt attention.

"Well, it was a long note, so I won't read you the whole thing. But I told you about those college guys that were following me. There were four of them, and they had been standing over by a pillar, pretty much staring at me the whole time I was sitting there. Anyway, the note told me to go over there and engage them. He told me exactly what I had to say. It wasn't good. It said I had to show my breasts to them and count one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi before I could cover up."

“Oh my God! Did you actually do it?” asked Paula anxiously.

"Well, at first I couldn't. I just couldn't. I started to get up, but I looked over there and I couldn't bring myself to go over there."

"I don't blame you! So what happened next? Did you get another note?"

"No, it was worse. I was suddenly completely naked. It only lasted for about a second and then I had the volleyball uni on again. It was so fast I don't think anyone saw it. If they did, they probably thought it was their imagination."

"Holy shit! I guess you got the message."

"Loud and clear. I mean, if I didn't do what he said I'm sure I'd be naked again, only this time for longer. So I forced myself to get up and walk over there and say what he told me to say."

"Which was?"

Carlene didn't know it, but Paula, to her surprise, was becoming somewhat titillated by Carlene's account. She would have thought after her own experience that she would be troubled by listening to Carlene's travails, but in fact it seemed to be having the opposite effect.

"I said—and I had to say it exactly as he wrote it—I said, 'I saw you guys staring at me. Just so you know, I am very embarrassed by the way I'm dressed. This is not my choice. I am being punished for being a very bad girl.' It was awful, Paula. My face was burning, and I couldn't look them in the eyes. I was staring straight down. Then I had to say, 'Would you guys mind if I show you my tits?' "

"Get out! I'm guessing they wouldn't mind," said Paula, actually stifling a giggle.

"No, of course not. So...so I lifted the sports bra up to my neck and counted to three like he said."

"No! Those three seconds must have felt like an eternity."

"Ohhh, it was awful, Paula. They just stared—mouths hanging open with these shit-eating grins on their faces. One of them even snapped a photo right before I yanked my top back down.”

"Oh, Carlene..."

“I know. Thank God none of them were on my flight.”

"So then what? Was that it?”

"So then it was time to board. I thought for sure he was done. No way he would be on my flight."

"And?" asked Paula. A small part of her was hoping there was more to the story.

"So I got on the plane. I never got used to the stares, or the grins. And I got stuck with a middle seat. The woman on the aisle, a young, professional type looks me up and down and goes, ‘Aren’t you cold?’ She had a smile on her face."

Paula snorted. “She must have been enjoying it.”

“I just waved her off. The last thing I wanted was a conversation with my seatmates."

"Was Tommy on the plane?" Carlene didn’t hear the growing heat in Paula’s tone.

"I'll get to that. I was looking around before I sat down, and there were three or four guys on the plane that would be about his age, but I couldn't tell. One guy had a baseball cap pulled down low, so I couldn't really see his face. I was thinking no, no way he wants to fly three states away from home."

“Who had the window seat?”

"It was a guy. He was about Tommy's age at the time...at the time we did what we did to him. When I sat down, he was shocked by my...by my lack of clothing, and he was way too interested in ogling me."

"He probably felt like it was Christmas all over again." Paula giggled. "Sorry. So was that it? Was the flight uneventful?"

"Not by a long shot. About a half hour into the flight, I was convinced that he had gone back home, so I reached into my bag and pulled out my jeans and a sweater. I stood up to go to the bathroom and get dressed, but then..."

"Uh-oh, what?" asked Paula with bated breath.

"Then...my top was sitting on the lap of the kid next to me."

"Holy shit! You were half-naked!" Carlene remained unaware of Paula's increasing state of stimulation. She had intentionally found a way to insert the work "naked" into the conversation.

“Yes! I snatched it from him, sat down, and threw it back on as fast as I could. Oh God, Paula, it was awful. The lady and the kid both had their mouths open in disbelief. I just sat there with my arms crossed. My face...oh, my face was burning like never before."

“You poor thing,” consoled Paula, while pushing her right hand inside the front of her workout pants. She felt the dampness over her panties as she caressed her loins. She felt a tinge of guilt for deriving pleasure from her friend's humiliation, but she could not help herself.

"So then what happened? Was there any more stripping?" asked Paula, hoping to add fuel to her internal fire.

Carlene sighed. “Unfortunately. I guess he was still torturing me because I tried to get dressed, 'cuz a couple of minutes later...a couple of minutes later I was sitting there topless again. And my sports bra was nowhere in sight."

"Oh my!" Paula gasped as she rubbed herself a little more fervently. "You were almost naked again!"

“I know!” Carlene wailed, still completely oblivious to her friend's state of arousal. “I tried not to panic, 'cuz I didn't want to bring any more attention to myself, so I just sat there with my arms crossed over my chest, while I looked around frantically for my top."

"Didn't your seatmates notice that you were half-naked?" Paula's pleasure increased whenever she used the word. She allowed her fingers to slide inside her panties.

"Yes, but I think they were the only ones. The kid was in heaven 'cuz that day was probably the first time he had seen bared breasts in person since he sucked on his mommy's nipple. And the lady....I could tell she was actually enjoying my predicament. What's up with that? Why would anyone get off on someone else's humiliation?"

"I have no idea," replied Paula while she writhed her hips and fingered her clitoris.

Anyway, finally, the lady points across the aisle and says, ‘Is that what you’re looking for?’ My fucking sports bra was hanging halfway out of the overhead bin!”

“Nooo.”

“Yes! I didn't want to stand up, so I asked her if she could get it for me. Know what she said?"

"What?" asked Paula, now thoroughly immersed in her pleasure.

"She said, 'Sure, as soon as I finish my crackers.' Can you believe that shit?"

"No, that's nuts," said Paula as she barely managed to stifle another giggle.

"Anyway, so this bitch sits there and daintily eats her fucking crackers while I sit there frantic as hell, just hoping no one else would see me. Then she calmly gets up, opens the compartment and pulls out the bra. She holds it up and says, ‘Does this belong to you?'—just loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.”

Paula was having difficulty holding back her laughter. “And they all looked over, didn’t they?”

“They did! And they were amused! Like it was a show!”

“I just don’t understand people sometimes,” Paula said. “It's like they took pleasure in seeing you half-naked, when it was obvious you were in distress.” She moaned quietly to herself as she waited eagerly for the story to continue.

“Right? I don't get it. Anyway, this bitch has a smirk on her face as she hands me the sports bra.”

"Did anything else happen on the plane?" asked Paula, hopefully.

"No, but here comes the kicker. I might have a little trouble talking about this one."

But I won't have any trouble listening. "Please, Carlene, don’t hold back. Like you said, it's probably therapeutic."

"I think it is. So here goes. I'm walking through the baggage area on my way out to catch a cab and get the hell out of there. Next thing I know I am in the dark and I'm sitting on something moving, like a conveyer belt. I had no idea what was going on, Paula. It was scary. Then, I suddenly realized that, wherever I was, I was completely naked!"

"Sorry, Carlene, could you repeat that last part? You cut out," lied Paula.

“I was completely naked! And moving. Then I see daylight...and realize I’m on the baggage conveyor belt that feeds into the carousel!"

"Are you shitting me? And you were completely naked?" asked an extremely excited Paula. She was now massaging her vagina in earnest.

"I shit you not. I could see a whole bunch of people out there waiting for their luggage to start dropping down, so I tried to go against the direction of the belt, but...it was really slippery.

Paula moaned again.

"Then I realized why it was so slippery. I was covered from neck to toe with some lubricant—I'm pretty sure it was baby oil."

"Oh! Oh, God!"

"Yes! Oh, it was awful, Paula! There was so much of it that it was dripping off me. He must have used the whole bottle. Anyway, it was so slippery, I couldn't stop, and I slid down into the carousel, stark naked in front of all those people!"

"Oh, Carlene!" moaned Paula, now on the verge of ecstasy.

"I know! After I slid down, I tried to climb out but I was so greasy from all the oil that I kept slipping back down. I was going around the carousel and I heard everyone laughing hysterically as I kept sliding around in there."

"Oh, Carlene!" moaned Paula louder. "And you were naked!"

"I was completely naked, and I was helpless! It was so humiliating!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she screamed as she experienced an orgasm unlike any she ever had before.

"Yes! Oh, thank you for your support, Paula. I can see you understand how I felt."

"You have no idea," said a completely satiated Paula.

"So I finally managed to slip out of the carousel," continued Carlene, unabated. "And that's when I saw him."

"You saw Tommy?" asked Paula. She was still interested, but was not nearly as much invested as she was a few moments before.

"Yes. He was the guy in the baseball cap I was telling you about. Anyway, he was standing next to a luggage cart holding my bag. I had to get my clothes from him, so I tried to get up, but I kept slipping. And he was a good twenty yards away. So I had to crawl to him on my hands and knees. Talk about humiliation!"

Paula’s eyes glazed slightly. “Oh, my goodness!” she said. Despite her recent climax, she felt another stirring in her loins as she pictured her attractive friend crawling naked on all fours.

"I know! Anyway, he had this big grin on his face and all he said was that he was done with me for now and that I could get dressed."

"For now?" asked Paula. "So he's not done with you?"

"I don't know," said Carlene uneasily. "It's been a week. I guess he went back home. Anyway, thanks for listening. I really do feel a little better after talking to you."

I'm glad it helped. It definitely helped me.

"The pleasure was all mine," retorted Paula, quite honestly, finally pulling her hand out of her waistband.

What kind of security does that airport have, where none of the airline employees or officers notice anything. Cany Tommy
make people go blind as well...lol.

I'm also curious if Tommy is still suffering from a case of "little dick" syndrome, or if he outgrew it.
That makes me think of another story idea. A boy with a bad case of "Penis Envy" (who happens to have some super-powers) takes it out on his classmates who are well endowed. Wrong side of the site for that idea, but it just came to me, inspired by this story.

You really have a great imagination and I love these stories! I hope that there will be a moment when the girls find out that Tommy's penis has not grown at all and a huge bush covers his manhood completely. It would also be funny if one of the girls had a comically big bush!