"I can't believe you want Damien to take your skirt off!" said Jasmin, in disbelief. She signalled her resignation by sitting back on her haunches and put her notebook down in her lap.
"No, no, I don't!" said Emily "Please, you've got to believe me. I don't know what you're talking about! What cameras?"
Jasmin studied Emily carefully. Perhaps they didn't know about the cameras, it was possible. Perhaps she was telling the truth. Jasmin's instincts told her otherwise, though. She decided to see how far she could push Emily.
"You can lift her skirt, Damien" said Jasmin, as though she was very disappointed.
"Oh yeh!" said Damien, reaching forward again and taking hold of Emily's skirt.
"Oh no... Jasmin, I'm telling the truth..." said Emily.
Jasmin didn't reply. She just watched as Damien's hands lifted Emily's skirt up her thighs until Emily's final humiliation was almost complete. She nearly told Damien to stop, but she didn't.
Damien was almost there. Emily's skirt was almost up to her pussy. Damien could almost see it. He was rock hard in his pants and it required all of his will to force his hands to cease their work. He didn't pull her skirt any further up, but he didn't pull it any further down either.
"I'm listening, Emily" said Jasmin "But this isn't a reprieve, it's just a pause."
"Look, remember what happened to Frank. Victoria isn't going to let you get away with this. Okay, so far... so far I can forgive you. I don't need to tell her. I don't need to complain, but if you go any further, if you... I will, she will, there'll be revenge. Both of you, you'll be naked, you'll be humiliated, you'll be beaten. I promise you. Let me go now and we can forget the whole thing, but you're... you're about to cross a line, a point of no return. You'll be sorry, really, really sorry and you'll regret you ever did this, so please, please, think again, just stop now and it'll be okay, we can be friends okay? Jasmin? Okay?" said Emily, in one great long desperate rush.
"Victoria? Why Victoria?" asked Jasmin, picking up her pad and pencil again.
"What?" asked Emily. This wasn't the response she was expecting.
"You said that Victoria wouldn't let us get away with this. Why Victoria?" asked Jasmin.
"Because... she's my friend" said Emily, blushing.
"Isn't Paul your friend? Or Ben, or Alison, or Dave? Are none of the others your friends?" asked Jasmin.
"Yes, yes, I just said Victoria, it could have been any of them. I could have said any of them, she just came to mind first" said Emily weakly.
"I think you said Victoria because she's in charge" said Jasmin "I think you said Victoria because she makes the decisions and decides things."
"No, she's just the oldest, and my best friend, I just thought of her first" said Emily.
"I think you were lying to me before when you said no-one was in charge, Emily, and I'm wondering if you've been lying about everything else too" said Jasmin tapping her notebook with her pencil "And I have a punishment in mind for you Emily. I'm thinking about something I could do to persuade you to start taking me seriously."
"No, no, I'm telling the truth" said Emily, beginning to cry.
"Carry on, Damien" said Jasmin.
Damien grinned broadly and his penis twitched. He lifted Emily's skirt the rest of the way. His eyes lit up as he saw her vulva. The tightly closed labia, bordered by beautiful pale hair, ran up from between her legs and his eyes followed every millimetre. He was in heaven. He had seen so few, and none belonging to a girl of Emily's age, and none belonging to a girl so beautiful. He nearly creamed his pants.
"Noooo, please..." yelled Emily.
Jasmin quickly leaned forward and said sharply "Spiders!"
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Changes last made on: Monday, August 06, 2018