Story: Proving It

PROVING IT

By Tcheser

"Men only like you because of the way you look," Lilly accused her friend and rival Genevieve as they rode home from work on the subway as they did almost every evening.

"That's not true!" the glamorously dressed and perfectly coiffed Genevieve shot back as she snapped her compact shut. "Men like me just as much for my charming personality and insightful mind."

"Yeah, sure they do," Lilly replied sarcastically and pointed at a couple of guys near the door who were staring lustfully at Genevieve "And I bet those guys want to hear your opinions on global warming," she snickered.

"I'm sure they would, I'm constantly being told how insightful my opinions are," Genevieve replied defensively.

"Yeah, they probably would, but only to get close to you because of the way you look. If you weren't so damn hot they wouldn't give you the time of day."

"That's a horrible thing to say," Genevieve told Lilly.

"But its true," Lilly argued.

"It is not." Genevieve argued back.

"Yes, it is," Lilly countered.

"Well it doesn't matter. It's not like there's anyway to prove it," Genevieve decided to just end the argument.

"Actually there is," Lilly chimed in brightly just as the train stopped at their station and the bell notified everyone that the doors were opening. "C'mon," she urged pulling Genevieve out of her seat and off the train with her.

Caption: Santa Gets To The Bottom Of Things

Story: Asking For It

ASKING FOR IT

By Tcheser


It was a fine Augusta morning and the fairways looked breathtaking. Jim took a moment to suck it all in. He loved playing golf. It was his one passion. Sure his handicap hadn’t improved in years, but he was still one of his clubs best and he was fine with where he was. He didn’t play to be the best. He played for pure love of the game.

He was just readying to tee off when someone yelled into his backswing forcing him to hook his drive severely. The golf ball landed in the woods fifty yards to his right. Turning in irritation he was ready to pop the dumb bloke who had done that. He paused though when he saw who it was.

It was Angelina March. The best female golfer in the club and its newest member. She was wealthy from inherited and married money and used her free time it seemed to golf and grind her opponents into the dirt. She wasn’t well liked at the club, but she was adored. She was breathtaking after all. She wasn’t a year over thirty and had the body of a well toned college student. Her long tan body was perfect with high mouthwatering breasts, a narrow waist and a delectable rump. Her face was model perfect with a straight nose, alluring blue eyes and a pouty little mouth. Blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders from beneath her pink visor. Only a thin sleeveless white golf shirt, short pink skirt and her golf spikes and socks kept her modestly dressed.

“I said, what are you doing?” Angelina apparently repeated herself impudently.

“Teeing off, what does it look like?” Jim replied with irritation. “Didn’t you see me driving, you made me hook-“

“Whatever, listen…Jack isn’t it…I have the 10 o’clock tee off slot” she announced arrogantly.

“It’s Jim actually and what did you say? You have the 10 o’clock tee off?”

“That’s right”

“I don’t think so, I always have the ten o’clock, and I have it because I sign up a month in advance.”

Story: My Father's Ward

MY FATHER'S WARD

By Tcheser

Emily was one of the loveliest women I had ever met. She was poised, intelligent, I and stunningly beautiful. She had long, curly, chestnut hair, and a lovely face with elegant bone structure and full red lips. Her long, slender body was perfection from her silky smooth legs to her supple perky breasts to the long red nails she had professionally manicured.

All of this made her absolutely unbearable though. She was my late father’s ward and practically my sister. I could never have her the way I wanted her. It hurt me deeply. My passion for her grew first into despair and then eventually into full blown hatred. Finally I could take it no more.

I cornered her one morning in the hallway. She was wearing an expensive designer dress that was somewhat low cut and sleeveless with a short matching jacket, sexily patterned stockings and open toed sling backs. Her earrings, necklace, tennis bracelet and matching anklet all sparkled with diamonds.

I told her I was in love with her and that she was the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Before she could respond I continued and told her how I was in no position to court her and furthermore under these circumstances I could no longer behold her beauty. Wipe off your makeup I demanded and let me see the real you. She used my handkerchief and wiped off her lipstick and rouge. I can’t remove it properly she protested as the makeup smeared across her face.

Story: The New Sofia

THE NEW SOFIA

By Tcheser

Sofia couldn’t believe she was moving back home at the age of 26, but she was. It was absolutely necessary and she wouldn’t be doing it if she wasn’t desperate. After she broke up with her boyfriend of 6 years a few months back she also quit her job. The two had worked together. She wouldn’t admit it, but she worked for him and it had only really been because of her generosity that she had risen as fast as she had in the corporation. It was no surprise that she couldn’t find a similar position anywhere else.

Depressed she didn’t work for several months and ran through her savings rapidly. She had never been much of a saver and lived well beyond her means. After three months she was totally broke and her credit cards were maxed out. She had no choice but to reach out to her grandmother for help. She asked for a loan, but her old grandmother didn’t think that was wise. If she were to help out Sofia it would be on her terms. Shamed but without any other options Sofia agreed.

The first stipulation her grandmother had was that she move in with her to cut expenses. Sofia had to give up her luxury apartment and she did it but not without a few tears. Next to go was her leased Jaguar. It was too expensive and required too much upkeep. If she needed to go somewhere her grandmother would arrange something or she could take the bus. This hurt Sofia a lot but she did it. Then without much more then her toiletries and her clothes she moved into her grandmother’s old stately home. She didn’t know how things could get any worse. Soon she found out though.

Story: Perfection

PERFECTION

By Tcheser


Marcy was beautiful. Everyone always told her so. A beautiful face, gorgeous shimmering blonde hair she wore long and loose, a perfect figure with gravity defying breasts and long sexy legs. She felt she wasn’t however… perfect. Ever since she reached puberty she had been cursed with troublesome skin. Not acne really, but she had more than her fair share of breakouts she thought. She had tried all the over the counter creams and ointments, seen a dermatologists and even tried a number of special skin care products out of magazines and off Television. None had worked to her satisfaction though and this annoyed her to no end.

Having tried everything else only one possible solution remained. There was a special clinic near Marcy that was doing testing on a new drug that was supposed to clear up problematic skin like her own. This would be a rather drastic move, but her senior year of high school was approaching and she wanted it to be perfect. So she decided to go for it. Daddy would pay whatever they wanted after all and nothing she thought could be any worse than another year with a less than flawless complexion

When she arrived at the clinic she was quickly seen by one of the scientists there. His name was Dr. Hyde, which Marcy thought was too funny. He instantly recognized her skin problems and sympathized. He however told her she had a rather mild case and perhaps the treatments they offered at the clinic weren’t for her. There could be side effects after all and when one had such a mild condition, such as Marcy had, it was sometimes best to just leave it alone.

Story: Circe's Mistake

Circe’s Mistake

By Tcheser

Circe couldn't believe she had been so foolish. How could she, an ancient and powerful witch, have been so stupid? Starring into the mirror she saw almost no sign of the powerful and sexy witch she had been prior to the ingestion of a mystical potion she had created. Trapped in the body of a nearly prepubescent girl, Circe was completely out of her element. She now stood barely five feet tall and had the physique and shape of a thirteen year old. She felt so vulnerable without her luscious womanly breasts and flowing black hair. Not for the first time she wished she had taken the potion she had more carefully considered the ramifications of becoming thirteen again. She hadn’t thought it would be so bad. She thought she would be able to escape her enemies and would have the energy and exuberance of youth. Seeing the results she found she could not have been more wrong.

Cursed with an unshapely prepubescent body and thin brown hair styled in an unflattering pageboy flip for no telling how long, Her face sparkled with youthful innocence. She had pale blue eyes, thin lips and freckles to either side of her button nose. Thin lanky legs led to a rather unspectacular pair of hips and waist. She almost completely lacked definition. She was on the verge of blossoming but had yet to become a real woman. Worse she was trapped like this for only god knows how long and she couldn’t believe she had willingly done this to herself. Worse she feared she was losing her own identity. It was ever so hard to reconcile her currently juvenile appearance with that of her formerly beautiful self. Her real self seemed so far away.

Caption: Triple Swap

Story: The Curse of Babel

The Curse of Babel
By Tcheser

The Northridge Women's Society (NWS) was a club for professional women and female business owners in the Northridge area. NWS's stated aim was to provide a positive environment for the city's female population. What it really happened to be however was one of the city’s most corrupt centers for networking and backroom dealing. More kickbacks and sweetheart deals were discussed and made here than just about anywhere else in the city. If you were a woman, and wanted to make it big in the world of business, you simply had to be a member.

Up and coming fashion designer, Nadya, knew this and wanted in so badly that it hurt “I just have to get into that club. They practically run this town!” she told herself over and over again the night before they announced the new members for the year.

Despite Nadya’s best efforts however she found herself turned down for the third year in a row. Investigating into why, she learned that they had snubbed her because they found her foreign accent and customs not in fitting with the sophisticated nature of their precious club. Seeing as they had other members from foreign countries, Nadya personally believed she was passed over because she was a Gypsy, which was totally unacceptable to her.

So of course she confronted them and demanded they change their ruling. And naturally the women of the NWS just laughed at her. After all, they were rich, powerful and well connected, while she was just a single, solitary woman who stank of jealousy. Furious she vowed she would have her revenge which again they naturally scoffed at.

Story: The Interrogation

THE INTERROGATION

by Tcheser

Sturmbannführer Koltar was in no mood to be trifled with. After being wounded on the eastern front early in the war he had been shipped back west to recuperate and had been there ever since. Despite his insistence and enthusiasm his repeated requests to return to the front had been denied. His commanding officer, the Obersturmbannführer, said he needed Koltar where he was. There were dissidents in the area and they needed to be flushed out.

That was why Koltar was currently in the home of Adelina Unruh. Koltar’s spies had determined she was involved in a fledgling anti war movement. A “German Underground” if you will. They printed inflammatory anti war and anti fascist propaganda papers and distributed them willy nilly about the city hoping people would read them and follow their instructions to impede and sabotage the German war machine.

The tip had come in the night before that Adelina was helping the Underground. She was apparently letting them use the printing presses her brother used in his business before he had gone off to fight in the war and died. They were allegedly holed up in the basement workshop churning out hundreds of papers an hour. Koltar wanted to raid the place immediately, but unfortunately most of his men were occupied elsewhere by the Obersturmbannführer. The raid had to be delayed until the following morning.

When they stormed the basement workshop that next day though they were sorely disappointed. There was no one there. The place was deserted. The machines looked like they had been recently used, but the only person they found in the building was Adelina. She smugly denied any knowledge of the Underground or the printing presses being used. Having already caught her in one lie Koltar knew he had quite a bit of latitude in this matter. He had his men tear the workshop and Adelina’s attached residence apart looking for any clue that would help them identify and find the Dissidents.

Story: Sarah's Slavery

SARAH'S SLAVERY
By Tcheser

Sarah had once been a bright, attractive MBA well on her way to prominence in the world of high finance. She was your typical WASP upper-class snob. She lived a glamorous life-style and had it all: huge house, fancy Mercedes, big swimming pool and expensive designer clothes. Sarah was 30 years old but didn’t look a day over 20. She had light brown hair with blonde highlights and a body that just wouldn’t stop. Her perfect tanned skin, shapely ass and huge chest, a 36D cup to be exact, drove men wild. Her life had seemed perfect.

That was all in the past now though. For Sarah had been forced to give up her wonderful life and everything she had worked for and become a slave in exchange for her freedom and that of her younger sister. A tasteless slob of a man named Phillip held evidence of her sister’s illegal doings and of Sarah’s illegal attempts to cover them up. The evidence he possessed would put them both away for years and years. Phillip, or Master as she called him now, held all the cards and she had no choice but to do exactly as he commanded. She had to quit her wonderful job, sell her home and everything else she owned and give the proceeds to Phillip. She basically had to cut all ties with her old life and accept whatever fate Phillip had in store for her. In return for her sacrifice he said her sister would get off lightly.

Much of what Phillip told her proved to be a lie. He was a monster of a man. He wasn’t satisfied with her appearance when she first arrived to serve him. Not the look he wanted in a slave her exclaimed. So he acquired the services of an unlicensed doctor to perform numerous procedures both invasive and noninvasive on her in order to make her more suited to his needs. He had particular needs and desires that Sarah unfortunately had not come equipped to meet.

Caption: Wag the Dog

Story: A Mischievious Education (Part 3)

Seventh period the next day found Luke in his classroom before the students. This allowed him to set up his materials and start class as soon as the students arrived. He was glad he had too as it allowed him to watch his much changed class arrive. All the girls had taken his advice to heart as he knew they would. As they streamed in he noted there were no longer any torn stained jeans, spikes and leather, fishnets or camouflage. Pressed blouses, modest skirts or slacks, nice sweaters and nice shoes were now predominant. Hair was now natural color and nicely arranged and brushed. Makeup was tasteful and jewelry was kept to a minimum. He hardly even recognized the Goth Terri without her leather bustier, torn fishnet stockings and pale face makeup. Her hair as well turned out to not be naturally jet black but rather a nice honey blonde.

The boys still looked about the same. They weren't sure what was going on but they suddenly felt underdressed. Luke had a strong suspicion that tomorrow they would be better dressed.

“You look very lovely today, Terri” Luke complimented her as she laid her homework on his desk.

“Thanks, Mr. Landry” Terri said with a little blush. She Luke imagined would take some time to get used to the respectable looking skirt, sweater set, knee socks and loafers she wore.

Willow seemed to be adjusting well too. From what he had heard she attended all her classes so far that day and hadn't gotten any sort of trouble. She waved shyly to him as she entered the classroom. They had gone shopping early that morning. Luke let her buy five outfits of her own choosing and any other necessities she needed. He wasn’t surprised when the clothing she chose was quite feminine and modest. Today she wore a light red polo shirt with a nice khaki pleated skirt and matching flats. Only because he lived with her now he knew that under her skirt she wore cute white cotton panties covered in little yellow and pink kittens.

Luke was just about to begin teaching when the door flew open and in walked the principal. She was a real hard case. A large very plump woman with a sour disposition. She stomped in on her high heels and ushered two thugs Luke knew were in a gang and a girl that hung out with them.

Caption: Amanda

Caption: Lana

Lana loved her job. It was a perfect job for a sadistic lesbian like herself. She was so glad her daddy was wealthy. His influence had allowed her to have her pick of positions and citing a wish to serve the public she became the warden of a state correctional facility for woman.  

This position allowed her to sit behind one of the special two way mirrors she had installed just for this purpose and without their knowledge watch the inmates all day. From this vantage point she had the pleasure of watching all manner and variety of women undergo frequent invasive searches, freezing group showers, disciplinary sessions with the cane or strap and the not so uncommon ‘private interview’ with the guards . In her opinion there was nothing more arousing than seeing sexy, young, frightened, female inmate divested of her dignity and humanity and taken forcibly by a cruel heartless prison guard.

Sometimes she took a special interest in a particular convict. She would have her guard captain keep her informed about their progress and where they could be found at any moment. An unfortunate woman named Marissa was the latest to catch her attention. She was there for a relatively minor offense, sex trafficking or something, but that mattered little to Lana. Once a woman entered the walls of her prison they were fair game.

Lana she felt little guilt about discretely telling her guard captain to have Marissa taken out of her cell and escorted to a very private room where she had to pleasure the horny male guard while Lana watched. It was so hot Lana thought. The only thing Lana wished was that she knew what was going through the poor inmate’s mind as the guard forced his engorged member between her lips.

Then, thanks to the demon Armârôs, it was made so.

Lana found herself on the other side of the one way glass. In the cold gray prison cell, wearing only the skimpy prison uniform she and the guards had designed. She was now the convicted prostitute Marissa she realized with a shudder! She was an inmate in her own prison!

And that was when when one of the guard’s banged his nightstick against her cell door startling her out of her reverie. He told her to get up and come with him. She knew exactly what that meant. She pleaded for him to listen to her. She tried to tell him how something impossible had happened and how she was not Marissa… she was Warden Lana! The guard naturally believed none of what she said, it was too unbelievable, he yanked her up off the floor and dragged her out of the cell.

She was now just another convict bitch to him Lana realized. She was going to have to get used to enduring the countless indignities she had formerly heaped upon the hapless women under her care with glee. She couldn’t have conjured up a worse fate for herself in her most terrifying nightmare.

Story: A Mischievous Education (Part 2)

A Mischievous Education

Part 2

by Tcheser

The next day at seventh period Luke entered his class to again find Carrie sitting at his desk. This time she was going through the drawers clearly looking for something to steal. Luke would have to do something about that, but first he had other matters to attend to.

“Please take your seat, Carrie” Luke ordered the truculent girl who grudgingly did so. She didn’t wish to have her ear pulled again it appeared. Luke then set his things down on his desk and picked up the chalk. There were mandatory exams coming up and he needed to make sure his students were prepared. So he began writing down an outline on the chalkboard of what they had studied this semester and what was likely to be on the test.

The students hated tests and exams and started booing as soon as he wrote down exam on the board. One of them even threw a book at Luke. It hit him in the back near his shoulder blade. It stung and surprised Luke but didn’t really hurt him. He turned around and all but one person quieted down immediately. It was Billy. He couldn’t help but laugh at what he had just done and the look on Luke’s face. Luke knew Billy and knew Billy’s kind. He was a football player and a bully. He beat up weaker kids, stole their money, pants them and tossed them in the girl’s locker room. He especially seemed to like to torment the girls, he flipped up their skirts, chased them, and snapped their bras. He found it amusing to use his physical gifts to harm and humiliate other people.

Luke however wasn’t impressed. “Turn to page 212 in your text and read silently.” He told the class which hurried to do precisely that. Billy naturally couldn’t do as he was told though as his book was lying on the floor at Luke’s feet. He just sat there smugly and shrugged his shoulders. “Please come get your text book, Billy” Luke said as he picked it up and held it out.

Story: Tanning a Tanned Talia

Tanning a Tanned Talia
By Tcheser

Talia loved having a great tan. Although beautiful with a perfect body, gorgeous face, and long dark hair, she thought she looked healthier and even more attractive when she had a glorious bronze tan. Worried about the harmful effects of the sun however she did everything she could to maintain her gorgeous tanned skin without actually exposing herself to it. In search of the perfect sunless tan she tried; spray tanning booths, self tanning creams, UV tanning beds, and even holistic tanning. None of them gave her the tan that she was looking for however. They gave her either streaky uneven results, took too long or did so little she couldn’t see the point. What she really wanted was some miracle tanning pill she could just pop and be done with it.

When she saw the Apollo Tanning Tablets in an in-flight magazine Talia thought she had finally found the miracle for which she had been looking. It promised results in hours that lasted weeks. It seemed almost too good to be true, but even after reading the advertisement three times; she could find no hidden fine print or disclaimers.

Unfortunately her new husband, Dr. Paul Rodney, was less thrilled with her discovery. He was a doctor after all and didn’t approve of things that hadn’t been extensively tested and weren’t FDA approved. The claim that they worked as quickly as they did also led him to believe that they couldn’t be safe for continued use. “I don’t want you taking these tablets,” he finally told her straight out “They might have some side effects we don’t know about.”

Story: The Rivalry

The Rivalry
Part 1

Shannon

Standing before the silly pink dresser in the equally pink painted room she fumed. She wouldn’t do it she thought with conviction. It was unseemly and undignified. Staying in the house of her colleague’s brother instead of a hotel paid for by the company was one thing. She could go along with that. She wouldn’t however wear his niece’s clothes. She just wouldn’t. And yet she really didn’t have a choice. She was naked and still a bit wet from her shower at the moment and they had to go interview an important witness soon. Outside. Where there were people.

“Are you ready to go yet, Shannon?” her colleague Spencer called impatiently from halfway up the stairs. “We really need to be going.”

Shannon fumed but restrained herself from yelling something obscene down at him. Instead she balled her anger and frustration up inside her and as evenly as she could manage responded “I’m almost ready. Just a few minutes please and then we can go”

“Alright, but don’t be too long…” Spencer trailed off as he left the stairwell and went back downstairs.

“Mother Fucker…” Shannon said under her breath before forcing herself to approach the little pink dresser. She hated to do it but having no choice she would have to wear the girls clothing. She wondered if Spencer was one of those weirdoes who got off on this sort of thing. Then she remembered he was an investigator just like her. He deserved some respect for that. She felt even a little bad about even questioning Spencer’s motives.

Story: A Mischievous Education (Part 1)

A MISCHIEVOUS EDUCATION

Part 1
By Tcheser

Luke Landry taught 7th period European History to a group of misfits and malcontents who attended the local high school. Early on he realized they were never despite his best attempts going to learn any of what he taught. He knew it, the school board knew it and the students knew it. Usually he just put on his tie, strode in and did his best even in the face of their worst behavior and shiftlessness. Today however was different. For today Luke was going to use more then his keen intellect and sharp wit to mold his students into productive members of society.

Today he was going to use his rather godlike powers on them. Powers of the kind that could alter reality on even its most fundamental levels. He hardly ever used these powers anymore. Not since before he had left his homeland, moved to this Chicago suburb and changed his name from Loki Laufeyjarson to Luke Landry. But his students were really getting to annoy him and it was clear something drastic had to be done even if he was a little out of practice with his powers.

What he came up with went a little like this.

As always when he entered the class his students were chaotic. The punk guys Jeff, Jerry and Tom were throwing wads of paper at each other. The jocks Billy and Freddie were in the back talking about their most recent pranks. The cheerleaders, Tiffany and Claire sat in front of them going over cheers. The punk girls, Liz and Fae were smoking and laughing at the boys. The Goth Rick and his girlfriend Terri were carving their names in their desks with switchblades. Yvonne the school slut was as always touching up her makeup. The stoners Crystal, Lars, Benny and Paula were talking loudly and laughing about something idiotic. And last but not least Carrie, a white trash girl who had been held back several times was sitting at Luke’s desk filing her nails. She had her feet up on his desk. Her dirty sketchers in his out box.

Luke smiled, put his briefcase down and shoved Carrie’s feet off his desk. Startled she nearly fell out of the chair she sat in.

“Hey, what the fuck, Mr. Luke?” she cried.

Story: You're Not Me!

YOU'RE NOT ME!
By Tcheser

Upon waking Sharon's very first question was "Where the heck am I?" as the small darkened space she was laying in didn't seem like it could possibly belong anywhere in her neatly ordered little world. Her second was "Ow, my head hurts!" which was odd as she didn't recall hitting her head. Putting that aside for a moment and rolling over, she got to her knees and felt around with her hands for a way out of the darkness. She felt nothing but a smooth wall at first, but eventually found a doorframe and then a doorknob. However when she opened the door she found to her great surprise that she was after all still in her cottage, in the little room just off the study to be precise, and had in fact just been in the closet she used to store boxes of old books.

Sharon was looking around and trying to remember how she had come to be in the closet, the last thing she could remember was opening the back door to some knocking, when she came to the even more startling realization that she was completely and totally naked. Suddenly feeling very exposed she covered herself with her hands. Looking around for something to wear she scampered into the study. There she found not the cozy sweater she was looking for though, but a young woman she didn't know, calmly chatting on the phone with someone and laughing.

"What is going on here? Who the hell are you?" Sharon screamed more from surprise than anger.

"You don't know? Wow, you must have hit your head harder than I thought," the woman replied putting her phone call on hold. The look on her face was one of both bemusement and feigned concern. She seemed oddly familiar, but Sharon couldn't quite place her. She did however know where the woman had gotten the beautiful blue silk dress she wore from. It was from Sharon's own closet. This intruder was wearing her clothes!

Caption: Mistress to Maid

Caption: Alice

Caption: Ren Faire

Caption: Merry Maids

New Version

Older Version

Caption: Debbie

Debbie was tired. Being an adult was no fun at all. Sure she had a good job, money and a nice home, but she found her life just too stressful. She often thought about how she had

wasted her youth working so hard in school, all so she could get into a good college and the perfect job. She wished she had taken more time to enjoy her childhood. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do about it how she lamented. Her life was her life and there was nothing she could do about it now.

Then one day while sitting at her desk she just happened to look up from her files and saw some teenagers walking home from school. They were able to leave at 3 pm! Debbie was so jealous. Her work often kept her at the office well into the evening. She wished that she was still in high school.

An idle wish from an unhappy soul. Nothing new or unusual about that. Except today someone with real power was listening and with a wicked cackle, the demon Armârôs, made her wish come true.

The next thing Debbie knew she was in a strange school somewhere and was now wearing a what appeared to be a school uniform. Disoriented she started wandering the halls looking for help and ran into a very stern looking teacher. She was not pleased at all with Debbie being out of her classroom and before the confused woman could utter more than a yelp, she was dragged into the teacher’s office and positioned across her desk for a spanking!

As her panties were drawn down her legs it all became clear to Debbie. Reality had been altered and in this world, she was not a successful business executive, instead she was a horrible student, who despite being 24, was still a junior in high school. She now lived with her parents in a trailer as they had gone broke sending her to this special school for older girls with emotional or learning problems. She wasn’t allowed to date, had to ride the school bus like a child, worked at McDonald’s after school to help her parents make ends meet and was spanked by the teachers and her parents alike whenever she was naughty. She would probably never amount to much in this reality. This was not what she had wanted at all!

Armârôs however believed he had granted the letter of her wish, if not the spirit, and that was enough for him. Delighted at Debbie’s misery, the demon then departed and let her wallow in despair as the teacher warmed her bottom like the naughty little ignoramus she now was.

Caption: New Job

Story: There's Always One

THERE'S ALWAYS ONE
by Tcheser

"Welcome volunteers to your first day of mandatory court ordered community service volunteerism," Tami the administrator and foreman said in her loud southern accented voice. "This shift lasts from 8 am to 5 pm with a lunch break and 2 rest breaks. My name is Tami and I'll be supervising, handling assignments and any questions you have. Do your work and we won't have any problems. And remember if you want credit for any of this shift you must be here for the entirety of the shift."

That said Tami then turned and motioned to the large dilapidated turn of the century Beaux-Arts building behind them. "Today we are restoring this publicly owned building to a useful state so it can be inhabited by disadvantaged persons. Please form an orderly line and step forward for your work assignments."

The "volunteers" then formed a line as Tami had told them to and one at a time they received their work assignments. It seemed to her that she had a good group today and things should move along well and then she met Vivien.

Unlike the other volunteers who had come that day ready to work in jeans and old sweatshirts, Vivien had come wearing a designer cocktail dress, and of all things stockings and high heels! With her elegantly styled golden blonde hair and tasteful jewelry she certainly looked nice, but her attire was totally unsuited for the work she was expected to do today. She was even talking on her cell phone as she approached.

There was always one in every group Tami thought. One person who can't get it through there thick skull that they are here for the duration, there's no way of getting out of it now, and they might as well just get on with it. These individuals always made things difficult and were a problem she seemed to face every day and clearly today Vivien was going to be the one. So already Tami already didn't like Vivien, and when the debutante opened her mouth, she just made it worse.

Story: Vacation

VACATION
by Tcheser

It began as a lovely summer day in the south of France for vacationing Marie Dumont. She rose early, as she always loved to have breakfast on her veranda overlooking the river and smell the fresh cool morning air. Afterward she decided on a swim in the river. She was an avid swimmer and that was one of the big reasons she had rented the summer cottage. It had few other amenities. It wasn't near town, it wasn't particularly luxurious and it ran off a somewhat temperamental well. It was remote though, and this allowed her to swim in the nude, a pastime most people only do when necessary, or drunk or in love. Marie however loved the freedom of it. She loved being almost one with the water as nothing separated her from it.

So gathering up her sun chair, a book and a little lunch she made her way to the shore. It wasn't far, but there was high grass all the way up to the shore almost and one had to weave through a path made by the cottage owner to reach it. Still, it was a small price to pay for near unlimited skinny-dipping, she thought as she crunched along the shell-lined path in her kicky summer sandals.

Finally reaching the dock she always made camp at, she stretched in the still, sweet, late-morning air. Then she set up her chair. She put her book and lunch next to them and prepared for her swim. Cautiously she looked about to make sure no one was around. She always did this on the off chance there was a fisherman or duck hunter. Seeing no one as usual she pulled her long sundress off, folded it carefully on a pylon and then stripped her nylon panties down her legs and added them to the pile. Nude, she approached the end of the dock. She took a couple of calming breaths and then did a very elegant dive into the cool waters.

The water was, as always, divine. She splashed around a bit before beginning her laps to the far bank. She had made forty the other day and thought she could beat that total. Soon she was back-stroking her way to and fro, blissfully unaware of anything but the water.

Around her twentieth lap she was returning to the dock doing the crawl. Coming up for breath at one moment she thought she saw someone on the dock. Startled she stopped and looked up. When she did though she saw no one there. Looking around she saw that she still appeared to be as alone as when she began her swim. She decided she must be seeing things and went back to swimming. It was strange though. For a second she could have sworn she saw a schoolgirl standing on the dock watching her.

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Story: Unwise

UNWISE
by Tcheser

"Okay," Rebecca Carlyle said to herself. "This is a bit ridiculous."

She looked at her reflection in the teachers' lounge restroom mirror.

"I agreed to wear a school girl type outfit so I wouldn't appear as quite a threat to my new students, but this isn't what I thought it would be."

Her lip curled in irritation as she looked herself up and down. She had planned to make a good impression on her first day teaching at the exclusive and very remote boarding school. Dressed as she was though she was far from impressive. From toe to crown she looked just like a schoolgirl of no more then fifteen. From the plaid hair band that matched the plaid jumper dress, and the short-sleeved starched white cotton blouse with its rounded collar and school tie, to her white cotton tights and saddle shoes she was almost totally indistinguishable from one of the students at the boarding school.

She was quite petite, never really needed a bra for her perky little A cups and had an extraordinarily youthful face considering she was 25. Her lips were thin, her cheeks rosy and to her chagrin she still had a sprinkling of delicate freckles across her nose and below her eyes. Normally she covered these with makeup, but Ms. Wallace, the fellow teacher who had talked her into wearing the uniform on her first day had also advised her not to wear makeup today. Rebecca didn't think any part of this plan to better relate to her students was very wise now. Cursing for letting Ms. Wallace talk her into this she left the restroom with the intention of telling Ms. Wallace that this wasn't working and changing back into the sharp pant suit and heels she had worn to the school this morning.

Story: Going Into Hiding (Part 3)

GOING INTO HIDING

Part 3

by Tcheser

Gerty was awoken abruptly at six again the next morning and pushed out of bed. Once again she was told by Sal to make breakfast. This time she didn't argue and did her best to please him. She made frozen waffles with butter and maple syrup and about a pound of bacon. Sal informed her that they had a waffle maker and next time it would be used. Gerty didn't even know they had a waffle maker or where it was, let alone know how to make waffles from scratch. Sal then added that she had made far too much bacon. He appreciated her efforts and all, but as she apparently didn't know these things he felt obliged to tell her when she made a mistake. Otherwise she might never learn the correct way of doing things. Gerty nodded that she understood, but said nothing. Sal then made polite conversation while they ate giving her no further clues as to how the day was to proceed. It was torture for poor nervous Gerty. Luckily as they were finishing up breakfast though she caught a break.

The phone rang.

Sal went and answered it and from what Gerty could overhear it sounded like it was Sal's FBI handler, Joe Martell. She couldn't stand the guy. He was very stodgy and always seemed to be looking at her like he thought she was a tramp. She continued to listen as she cleared the breakfast dishes. Then she carefully picked up the extension in the kitchen so she could hear both sides of the conversation. She smiled when she heard that the Joe needed Sal to come into their branch office today. The branch office was two towns away. Sal would be gone at the very least most of the day. Sal agreed of course and the agent said he would pick him up in a couple hours.

So for the next two hours Gerty anxiously awaited Sal's departure. He hadn't mentioned anything about his imminent meeting with the FBI to her so she couldn't let on that she knew. In the meantime he directed her in cleaning the house. He painstakingly wrote out a chore list for her to follow. He had to watch her though as he found Gerty didn't even know the difference between cleanser and soap. This was a job the maid, Maria or Maribel or something, usually did so Gerty never had to. From what Sal said the maid would soon be unemployed though. Gerty was to do all the household chores from now on. When the maid arrived the next morning Sal was going to break the news to her.

Story: Going Into Hiding (Part 2)

GOING INTO HIDING

Part 2

by Tcheser

After their fateful and, to Annabelle, humiliating trip downtown a strange thing occurred. Sal found himself very turned on for some reason as they drove home. He wasn't sure if it was from the way he had taken charge in his relationship with his wife or because he enjoyed seeing Annabelle distressed. Whatever the reason though they arrived back at their FBI supplied house in record time. He then pulled the woman who was for all intents and purposes "Gerty" into the house by her elbow. From there he led her into the bedroom only stopping long enough to drop her new clothes off by the dresser. He then tossed her onto the bed and started unbuckling his pants.

Annabelle now Gerty had been confused at first but now realized that Sal was randy. Although she wasn't really in the mood she had always found in the past that having sex with Sal got her what she wanted. If she had wanted to take a trip she would sleep with him to get it. If she wanted a new fur coat sex was again the answer. She had yet to find a situation that sex couldn't get her what she wanted. So she decided she would end his little tirade the old fashioned way. She gave him a sexy smile and positioned herself on the pillows for him. When he was naked he came to her and told her he was going to take her like they do in the Midwest. She happily smiled and prepared herself for some pleasure.

It didn't come though. Sal simply pushed up her skirt, pulled down her awful cotton briefs and slid inside her. Less then two minutes later he blew his wad and pulled out. He gave her one kiss and rolled over. She lay there for a few minutes expecting more. When it didn't come she finally complained. She asked where her orgasm was. Laughing Sal said that was her problem. If she wanted him to get involved with that kind of a thing from now on she was going to have to be a very good little wifey indeed. From now on she would perform her wifely duty without question or special reward.

Story: The Perfect School

THE PERFECT SCHOOL

by Tcheser

“I’m so glad that you have chosen to send your daughter to St. Crispin’s” the calculating headmistress Mrs. Ramsey said as she finalized the admission forms and readied them for her visitor Mrs. Angela Clark’s signature.

“Stepdaughter,” the beautiful Angela corrected the headmistress. She took a long sip of the sherry Mrs. Ramsey had offered her and brushed back a lock of her long wavy blonde hair.

“Yes, of course, that’s right. I recall now. You mentioned she was your husband’s daughter from his previous wife’s previous marriage”

“Yes, so she’s not related by blood to either of us. Rex took custody of her when her real mother died. And she’s quite a handful let me tell you, she’s eighteen but looks twenty one.”

“I would have to agree. From the photo you gave me I would have guessed she was much older if you hadn’t already told me her age.” Ramsey agreed as she looked again at the girl’s photo. “She must be difficult around the house.”

“You have no idea,” Angela tossed her hands up in frustration.

“Probably also a bit of a worry around your husband…” Ramsey probed gently.

“…Yes…” Angela replied after a moment’s thought.

“Strutting around, tempting him with her soft nubile body… talking back to you … making demands… ” Ramsey elaborated.

“…Yes… the oversexed little strumpet” Angela growled through clenched teeth as her hands curled into balls and went white. Then finishing her drink in one large gulp, she regained her composure and smiled unconvincingly “But I love the dickens out of her.”

“I bet you do,” Ramsey smiled back. “And I can assure you she will be well looked after at our boarding school. Year round if you would like, Mrs. Clark”

“Excellent, and please call me Angela” the younger woman beamed as she helped herself to another stiff drink.

Story: Mistress to Maid

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As the lady of the house summoned her for ‘correction’, Wendy had to think back on the fateful choice she had made which led to this being her life. At the time switching bodies with her 18 year old maid Maria had seemed a wonderful idea. In hindsight though she probably should have given it more thought. Sure she had Maria's great body and was 15 years younger, but at what cost?

After the switch, Maria now in Wendy's body, refused to honor the verbal agreement they had made beforehand where she promised that she would transfer half of Wendy's wealthy estate to her maid. This left Wendy trapped in Maria's body, penniless and totally dependent on her former maid. She now had to bow and scrape before her new mistress who decided to go by Gwendolyn as she felt it fit her new role better.

Wendy was also certain that her new mistress held a grudge against her for the way she had treated her in the past, when the shoe was on the other foot so to say. Though Wendy could not recall ever being anywhere near as harsh or demanding as Gwendolyn.

She had to obey every wish her former maid uttered, no matter how frivolous or inane, and quickly or she would be punished. Typically this was done with a humiliating hand spanking over Gwendolyn’s knee, but sometimes a riding crop or other implements were employed and it was done even if they had visitors. Neighbors who she had once counted as friends, saw her bare bottom warmed more than once without ever realizing who was really on the receiving end. They just chuckled and made comments about how hard it was to find good help these days.

She was also worked quite hard. She was always on call, seven days a week, 24 hours a day. Rather than staying in any of the servants rooms, she was made to sleep on the floor at the foot of her Gwendolyn’s bed, so she would be available even in the middle of the night. Worse still, when Wendy had been in charge she had kept a staff of three, but Gwendolyn however determined a staff that size was unnecessary. She let the others go and had Wendy do their work as well. So in addition to her duties as a maid, she was also now the cook and the laundress. It was unfair, but Wendy could hardly complain, it would get her nowhere.

The modest uniform Wendy had provided for her maids to wear was replaced with a skimpy little fetish maids outfit and high heels, which were required to be worn at all times. This made her already onerous duties more difficult and trips beyond the grounds an exercise in mortification, no matter how cute her new mistress said she looked. Truly she should have given such a weighty decision more consideration.

Story: Japanese Tourist

Story: Going Into Hiding (Part 1)

GOING INTO HIDING

Part 1

by Tcheser

Salvatore Giuseppe hated to do it but there was no other way. His life as a mobster had to come to an end. He had done too many bad things and the police had finally caught him. He knew he wasn't blameless, but it was the result of his upbringing that had really laid the foundation for his criminal endeavors. Had he not been born the son of a gangster he would have most likely never been more then a corrupt accountant or a bill padding lawyer. As it was the police had him for drug trafficking and he was looking at 10-20 years in the pen. He could have done the time, but the hard ass DA was on a mission and promised him that should he stay mum about the mob's doings he would personally make sure Sal's time in prison was a living hell. Having no other options Sal accepted the DA's offer for immunity from prosecution in exchange for turning states evidence. He would of course have to go into the witness protection program, but these things were as they were.

A month later Sal was out of New York and in lovely Iowa. He hated every moment of it. He couldn't stand not being a mobster. It was all he knew and having that part of him gone was like living without a leg. This made him quite irritable. What made him even more irritable was how his wife barely seemed to care or notice. She was in her own little world.

As long as she was still the elegant Mrs. Annabelle Giuseppe with her fancy clothes and fancy cars and her life of leisure she was fine. She was blitzed most of the time. Whatever time she wasn't shopping or strutting around in her expensive revealing clothes. Her lifestyle hadn't really changed much. Their house was a little smaller, but she still had a maid, ate out or ordered in every meal and had a pool to sun herself by. It was infuriating to Sal who had sacrificed so much and completely rearranged his life.

Finally he decided he would do something about it. It would be fun bringing Annabelle back down to earth. Besides he didn't really have much else to do after all. So starting that Monday he began to hatch his secret plan to make his wife understand what he was going through.

Story: The Stowaway

THE STOWAWAY

or... Not On This Ship!
by Tcheser

"What's that?" Captain John Ambrose, the burly battle-hardened commander of the square-rigged frigate H.M.S. Indomitable, asked a second time, having been almost certain that he must have misheard what his first officer had just told him and desiring most fervently to have it clarified for him.

"I beg your pardon, Captain, but..." First Officer Tom Paddington trailed off, clearly having trouble repeating the message he was there to convey.

"Come man, spit it out, you know that since the clerk caught the yellow jack I have been positively aswim in naval memorandums, legal correspondence, and reports on that blackguard Bonaparte's movements. I simply don't have all day to wait for you to make yourself heard," Ambrose urged Paddington to continue.

"Very sorry, sir, the problem is that there is a... woman on board," Paddington informed his Captain uncomfortably.

"A woman," Ambrose laughed "Did one of the guns sneak a little filly on board and hide her in the cockpit?"

"No, sir," Paddington replied, suddenly finding the ceiling of the great cabin very interesting, "she seems to be a lady and demands we take her to Minorca."

"A lady? She demands, does she! We'll see about that." Ambrose stood at once, scattering papers every which way. He was going to deal with this 'lady' himself, he decided and, throwing on his blue coat with its pair of twin golden epaulettes, he marched out of the cabin. Sighing heavily, Paddington hurried after him.

Story: Aura Goes Too Far

Aura Goes Too Far

by Tcheser

Mark and Aura had been married and living happily together for several years. They had a nice home but had no children yet. Mark was eager for a family, but Aura wasn't ready. She said she was having too much fun at the moment and that could come later, which was okay with Mark. He could wait. He loved Aura. She was beautiful and witty and full of life. She wasn't perfect of course. She had faults like everyone else. For instance she dressed far too provocatively, didn't seem capable of taking care of the house and had a hard time remaining monogamous, but Mark could forgive her anything it seemed as long as he knew she loved him.

That is until one day she went too far. She had gone in to church early one Sunday without Mark to deliver some donations for the poor. Mark arrived a bit later. He however found her not in the chapel as planned however. Rather when he went to hang up his coat he found her in the closet snogging and groping with one of the Vicars. Aura's had her top pulled down exposing nearly all her womanly charms and the Vicar's hands were everywhere they shouldn't be. Mark was blown away. His wife was making out with a man of the cloth in a church on Sunday no less.

Mark didn't know what to say or do at first. He thought seriously about decking the Vicar, but knew no matter how much he deserved it that wouldn't solve his problem. So he just went about separating them. He pulled his oblivious wife out of the closet first startling her something awful and then grabbed the Vicar by his arm and pulled him to his feet. Realizing who Mark was the Vicar apologized profusely and begged Mark not to hurt him or tell anyone else what had happened, especially not anyone in the church. Mark agreed as he didn't see how that would help anyone but told the Vicar to never even think about coming near his wife again. The Vicar promised and said that had she not been teasing him with her short skirts and suggestive looks and comments it would have never gotten this far. Mark pretended he didn't hear that and told the Vicar to get out of his sight. He didn't want to hear anymore of his reasons or excuses for his foul behavior. The Vicar nodded and hurried away before Mark changed his mind.

What the Vicar said once again confirmed what Mark had been thinking for quite some time though. Aura just couldn't control herself. If she could she would have never gone into the closet with the Vicar. She just didn't know how to behave, how to be a proper wife, how to not get him in trouble. She needed help. She had practically goaded the Vicar into fooling around with her after all. She thought it was a thrill. He could see it in her eyes.

Story: Foreign Exchange (Part 2)

Foreign Exchange (part 2)
by Tcheser

When Amber finally got up out of bed again after shutting herself away in her room. She went back out into the main room of the apartment and found Magda and the whole family group watching TV again. At first she tried to be polite and all, but they seemed too enraptured by the program and their drinking that only the rudest outbursts seemed to get their attention. She asked where her luggage was and finally the reply was that it must have been stolen.

Amber did''t believe Magda, but what could she do? Especially now that she was without her passport, identification or any money. She couldn't anger these people too much. So she decided to play it cool at least till the next day. Then she would be able to go out and make a call or reach the embassy.

She was still very hungry though and implored Magda for some food. Magda didn't seem to hear or something though. She just kept acknowledging that Amber was hungry and nodding her head. Finally a couple hours later after Amber came and pleaded to the point of begging. She hadn't eaten since the plane ride the day before after all and she had been too nervous to eat more then a few bites then. The begging seemed to get Magda's attention and in broken English she explained that if Amber anted to eat. Amber had to work.

Story: Foreign Exchange (Part 1)

Foreign Exchange
Part 1

By
Tcheser

The time had finally come. It was September 5th and there was one very excited high school junior in New York. Her name was Amber Smith and she was eagerly looking forward to her upcoming trip to Vulkania. She was going as part of the foreign student exchange program. Her first choice had been France, but that of course had been everyone's first choice. So Amber ended having to accept living and studying abroad in the first place the exchange company had a place for her. That was okay with her though. She had seen the brochures and tape the Vulkanian exchange program had sent her. Their country looked lovely and full of culture and scenic beauty. Of course Amber was only interested in two things; getting fucked and getting fucked up. Her mother was nice and all but she could be a bit overbearing at times. She always wanted to make sure her daughter was safe, not hanging out with the wrong crowd, drinking or having unprotected sex. Amber looked forward to a year of total freedom in a European socialist paradise.

Her mother, Donna, came to see how her packing was coming shortly before they had to leave or the airport. She reminded Amber to hurry up as the flight was in just over 2 hours and it would take at least a half hour to get to the airport. Her mother, father and brother and older sister were of course coming to the airport to see her off. Amber told her mother she understood and went back to trying to close her suitcase. As always she had over packed and couldn't get everything in her luggage.

Donna watched her daughter as she struggled to get the last case closed. She had urged Amber not to pack too much as she would also buy clothes overseas and her daughter said she wouldn't, but Donna then remembered that it would be almost 9 months before she saw her precious youngest daughter again. She would miss her terribly and hoped her daughter felt the same way. She felt that she did, she just hid her feelings well. Relations between mother and daughter at this age were always strained like this she mused. She remembered being headstrong and arrogant with her own mother when she was Amber's age. Amber even looked a lot like she did when she was her age. She was quite pretty; she had long, straight dark brown hair, firm medium sized breasts, and a fine clear complexion. Donna gave her daughter one final glance and left before Amber noticed her still in the door frame watching her. She was at a fine age for traveling and would have a great host family to take care of her when she arrived in Vulkania. She had read their dossier and seen pictures and everything. She knew her daughter would have a great time overseas.

Story: The Doctor Is In

The Doctor Is In

By Tcheser


“What? Who are you? Get out of my house!” the sultry beauty Abigail screamed as the two rather large men burst in through the patio door.

“I don’t think so, lady!” the first brute grumbled.

“Yeah, now come here!” the equally large second man ordered though missing teeth as he tried to grab her by her arm

“No!” Abigail screamed again as she slipped away and tried to make it to the stairs.

“Well I guess we do this the hard way then, Bruno.” The second brute concluded as he blocked her escape route.

“Guess so.” Bruno nodded as he closed in on Abigail now brandishing a length of nylon cord. Catching her by her elbow he pulled her close.

“Let me go this instant! Do you know who I am? Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in when my father hears about this?” Abigail half pleaded and half yelled as she struggled uselessly against her muscular assailants.

Story: Droning

Droning

by Tcheser

The policy and the laws that enforced it had been in place for twenty years. Prior to its implementation society in the latter half of the twentieth century had nearly collapsed under the economic strain put upon it by its penal system. The imprisoning of nearly a tenth of its population for varying amounts of time by the end of the millennium nearly bankrupted the western nations who practiced such humane treatment of law breakers.

There seemed to be no reasonable solution. The governments found their only options seemed to be to let criminals go or to execute them. After trying variations of both they saw they needed a third choice. At the turn of the millennium a think tank of the most intelligent and clever thinkers in America was finally formed and given a moth in a isolated lodge to come up with a sound, feasible and cost effective solution. No one really held out great hopes and it looked like millions of hardened criminals would be killed and millions lesser lawbreakers would go free having never paid their debt to society.

The think tank however surprised everyone. They emerged from their isolation with a solution to the prison problem that was both simple and efficient. They laid out their plans to congress one fall day and everyone was suitably impressed with their ideas. So impressed that they called a special vote and sent the bill to the president the next day. The strongly conservative president read the proposal just once before cheerfully signing it into law.

Story: After Hours (Part 2)

AFTER HOURS
Part 2

By Tcheser

Janie stood on the stone stoop outside the large suburban half timber home perplexed. It was a very nice looking house she noticed absently as she shifted her weight from foot to foot awkwardly before the grand home. It was three stories, had a four car garage and was set on at least two acres. She knew she was clearly delaying ringing the bell while she tried to make sense of things, but she couldn't help it. She was confused. Why was she here at her most hated boss’s home on a Saturday afternoon?

She recalled hazily how she had come to this point. After yesterdays humiliating incident in her bosses office she had wanted nothing more then to go home and never see him again. She didn't even care about ever going back to that job either. On the bus ride home huddled in the back trying to avoid looking other riders in the eye she had planned to turn in her resignation and find another job somewhere else. She was willing to put up with more travel time, less pay, fewer benefits, just about anything not to have to face Mr. Mann and his bloody office again.

That remained her plan too all through Friday night. She went home and showered, changed into a sleek and sexy party outfit. She knew she was mouthwatering in it and couldn't help but have dirty thoughts as she strapped on her obscenely high heeled shoes. She felt a real wanton urge come over herself. She almost stopped dressing right then and pleasured herself however just then her girlfriends from college showed up. So that would have to wait she told herself. Her friends always cheered her up though so she didn't mind.

Story: After Hours (Part 1)

AFTER HOURS
Part 1

By Tcheser

It was a quarter of five Janie noticed as she filed the last reports of the day. A few more minutes and she would be on her way home. For once she would escape unscathed. The thought both thrilled her and made her a little sad. She couldn't help but quietly giggle though as she rose from her chair behind her receptionist desk though. She only had to remain out of sight for less then 15 minutes and she would be able to go home for the weekend. Thinking quickly she remembered that the plants needed water. She could go about the office and water the potted plants and plant hangers and before she knew it she reasoned it would be time to go. So creeping quietly past the frosted windows of her boss’s window Janie went out into the rest of the office. No one emerged from the office to stop her so she blissfully assumed no one observed her.

The office was empty. On Fridays they all left an hour early. That is except for Janie and her boss, Mr. Mann. Normally she wished she was allowed to leave early too. Today though she was somewhat glad of that fact that she was in the office almost alone. She didn't want to be seen dressed as she currently was by her coworkers. She had purposely spent the entire day, including lunch, at her desk to avoid them. She didn't know why she had chosen to wear this particular outfit today. It was far from the style she normally favored and was expected of respectable working women.

Normally she wore sharp sedately colored suits or career outfits that make her look dedicated and professional. Catching a glimpse of herself in a mirrored wall she couldn't help but blush and stifle a little laugh. She was an attractive blond woman and at 25 she could have her pick of men. Why she had chosen to display herself in the short pink v necked netball style dress and white sneakers with pink trimmed white ankle socks was a mystery. The dress barely came down to mid thigh leaving a lot of her long tan legs uncovered. With the light natural look makeup she had chosen to wear that day and her hair in a pink scrunchie she looked very young and she hated to say it… naive.

Story: A Big Misunderstanding

A BIG MISUNDERSTANDING

by Tcheser

"So, what exactly are you trying to tell me?" the balding middle aged Headmaster of St. Christians asked the pretty young female student standing pigeon towed before his desk. She looked very contrite but according to his secretary she was a very naughty young freshman by the name of Suzie. She hesitated only a moment before answering.

"Please sir, you must believe me. This is all just a misunderstanding. A big misunderstanding," she pleaded. "I'm not really one of your students."

At this he looked dubious, but she continued nevertheless.

"I'm a grown woman. My name is really Jeanette Morgan. I'm a very successful lawyer. I have an office downtown overlooking the river. I just came here this morning to arrange schooling for my niece, Suzie Wilkins. She was sent to stay with me after her mother, my sister, had to go into rehab. She has always struggled with alcoholism you see and it has had a very negative effect on Suzie. She acts out, tells lies and is constantly getting in trouble. I thought maybe St. Christians could straighten her out."

"Very interesting, but if you're this Jeanette Morgan, where is the real Suzie?" the Headmaster asked as he watched her with amusement.