I found the note in my locker just before second hour. It was a girls handwriting, but it didn't quite look like Mandy's. I'd seen hers enough to know. But it seemed to be signed by her. "Lower level storeroom at lunch. Mandy." She had said she promised more today, so maybe she had someone else leave it in my locker? Whatever, I wasn't going to pass up more play time with Mandy.
Lunch time came and I found the storeroom. It was actually a teacher's work room that they stored all kinds of things like rolls of paper and overhead projectors and stuff in. The light was on as I stepped in. I looked in to make sure there wasn't a teacher in it and then slipped in, trying not to let the few people walking the hallway see me. I started to close the door when the arm circled around my neck.
"Now we have the little fucker!" I heard a burly voice say from behind me. "Fuck with our girls will you. We'll teach you, you little shit!"
"Come on Brad. You promised you weren't going to hurt him!" I heard a female voice say from behind him.
"What I should do is beat the shit out of him!" The guy with his arm around my neck growled.
"You do and it'll be the last time you ever see me!" the female voice said.
I heard the guy growl like an animal. "Fine! Okay guys, let's do this!" A cloth bag got pulled over my head so I couldn't see and then I felt my shoes being pulled off. It wasn't long before my pants were being jerked down and off and then finally the arm around me was released just long enough to get my t-shirt off, the bag over my head making it difficult. I made an attempt to break away but the arm clamped around my neck again before I could catch my balance and push away. "Let this be a lesson. You stay away from our girls, and that includes Mandy, or so help me, we'll fuck you up in a way that no girl ever will want to be around you again. Got it?"
"Uh huh." I grunted.
"Okay, coast is clear." I heard another guy say. Then I was being dragged backwards, struggling to no effect. I wasn't sure where I was being taken, but I could tell it was out of the room and down the hallway. I wondered how much of the school was getting to see me dragged naked through the halls. I doubted I'd ever be able to walk the halls again! Funny the things you think about when in reality you should be wondering if you were going to live more than a few more minutes. We stopped and I was allowed to stand, but only for a moment as the arm released my neck. A fraction of a second later I was shoved forward, the bag pulled off of my head at the same time I was pushed.
I stumbled forward and fell on my face on a hard tile floor. I blinked to try to get my eyes adjusted the suddenly bright light and realized where I was. I was laying on a bathroom floor. I was very familiar with the tile pattern in them. As my eyes began to focus I realized it didn't have any urinals in it, so it had to be one of the downstairs girls bathrooms. I pushed myself up and looked around for something to cover myself with. I was butt naked and couldn't see a damn thing to cover myself with. At least I was alone. I stepped to the doorway, which was actually just a set of walls that overlap like a small switchback, so you can't see in from the hallway. I stepped to the outer wall and looked out into the hall. I was just about to try and sneak back to the store room, which was only a little ways down the hall, when the bell started to ring for B lunch. Shit! This hallway was going to be full of people in mere seconds, not nearly enough time for me to sneak down to the store room.
I considered taking the risk and darting to the store room for about two heartbeats when that idea was thrashed by the sounds of voices of students getting out of the classrooms up and down the hallway. I'd hoped to find my clothes there, but if I'd just done what they had, I sure as hell wouldn't have left my clothes there. They were probably in a trash can somewhere. I moved back and slipped into one of the stalls. If I got lucky I wait out the class break and things would quiet down, or maybe I could even get one of the girls to get one of the teachers. If I got unlucky, I'd have a screaming girl running down the hall complaining there was a guy in the girl's bathroom. I hoped I'd be lucky, but I usually wasn't.
The bathroom got busy quickly, which wasn't a surprise. It usually did at class break. I waited, hoping that as the number of girls reduced I could find one to help me out. I peeked over the top of the stall door toward the sink, hoping to see who was there. The first time there were four girls at the sink. I waited a few moments before peeking again. Shit, now there were six.
"What the hell?" I heard one of them say, looking in the mirror. Not at my face looking over the top, but at the bottom. I realized that my bare feet were showing under the stall door and she was looking at them.
"Donna! Donna!" she said, elbowing her friend.
"What?" her friend asked with irritation.
"Look!" She said, turning around and pointing toward the floor of the stall I was hiding in.
"Oh shit. Is that?"
"Uh huh. It is."
"Girls! Heads up!" Donna said loudly. "We have a lurker in here." Two of the girls squealed and ran out of the bathroom, but the other four that were still in it gathered together and whispered. Two of the girls moved to the stalls on either side of me and stepped into them. All of a sudden, the two of them, stood on the stools and looked down into my stall.
"SHIT! HE'S NAKED!" one of them cried. The one on the other side of me started to laugh.
"Hey girls. I think we got part of the geek squad!" the one that laughed said. That got the other two girls into the stalls looking over the top at me.
"Hey! That's David Roberts!" One of them said. "The guy that took on Evan!"
"That's Dave Roberts?" another asked. "Damn!"
"You girls wouldn't mind helping a guy out, would you?" I asked meekly.
"How did you get in here?" One of them asked, none of the four in the least interested in NOT looking over the top at me as I tried to cover my dick with my hands.
"Some of Evan's friends were unhappy with me."
"What do you say girls, should we help him out?"
"I'll help him out." One of them giggled. "I've heard about his dick."
"I don't think that's what he meant," A blond headed girl said.
"I don't care. Tammy, why don't you go to the girl's locker room and see if you can snag a towel. I'm gonna keep him company. Come on Dave, open the door and let me in."
"Do I have to?"
"If you want our help." She answered with a grin. "Of course, if you don't want to let me in, I'm sure principal Johnson would find this all interesting."
"Okay. Okay, just get me something to wear!"
"Okay Tammy. Go find something for him."
"On my way Joanie." One of the heads said before it disappeared. A moment later another did.
"Okay Dave. Open the door now."
"This is so damn embarrassing." I muttered as I unlatched the door. The one I now guessed was Joanie, pushed the door open and slipped in with me. She pushed me back until I had to sit on the stool.
