Leah and Sally had spent longer than either girl had expected to cleaning each other off. By this point in time, the hallways were becoming empty, most students were at their next obligation for the day or had left for lunch - or whatever other things they had to do that were better than lounging around indoors. A few faces still turned to take in the sights of two naked women walking alongside one another, but neither of them received any harassment on their way to the cafeteria. Sally thought that this was in part due to the fact that she was traveling with somebody - a lone target was much easier to bother than a duo.
When they arrived in the next building over, the number of men in the hallways started to increase a bit. Now, there was more harassment than before; A few stray hands found their way over to try and pinch Leah's butt or brush up against her thighs while walking by and one or two men would call out some lewd phrase, but they were mostly able to make their way across the building without any major obstacles. Sally did, however, take note of the fact that most of the groping was directed towards Leah instead of her.
She wasn't sure whether to be offended or grateful.
Finally, Sally was able to see a head of long, blond hair sticking out above the back of a booth - a head she recognized as Claire's - and soonafter the Red bobs hanging from the side of Amy's head stuck out around a corner as she began to wave the rest of the group over.
Once again, Leah took the further spot, sitting beside Amy as Sally took the last available seat by Claire's side. The booth they were in was slightly sheltered from most of the sight lines around the cafeteria - only people who were directly beside them would even know the girls seated there were naked (although this is assuming one ignores all the rumors that had spread over the last two days).
"I am glad to see that you two are still participating." Amy smiled. "Especially you, Sally."
"Well, what can she say?" Leah looked at her. "She's much stronger than she looks."
Sally blushed at the praise, simply rubbing her thighs together as a different kind of embarrassment than she'd felt all day flushed across her face.
"As much as I also appreciate everybody's persistence, I'm afraid I may have to spoil the celebrations." Claire looked across the room. "I couldn't help noticing that nobody here is carrying their books."
"Ah, right." Leah shrugged. "It seems we were all victims of some arbitrary rule enforcement. Again."
"Was your room key taken to the front office as well?" Amy asked. "It is a possibility that the confiscation of our access to our dormitory will be used against us at some point in the future."
"Oh great." Leah said, sarcastically. "They're gonna come up with some dumb reason to hold us back from sleeping."
"Not necessarily." Sally spoke up. "We're not the only women in this school, I'm sure one of the others would let us in eventually."
"Oh, naturally," Claire nodded. "But my major concern comes more from our lack of money."
Sally gulped. Among the other possessions she'd had taken away from her was a small purse with a bit of cash for lunch that day. It hadn't even crossed her mind that nobody among them had a means of paying for food.
"I don't suppose the cashier up there is willing to spot us the money?" Leah suggested.
"Excuse me!" A slightly slurred voice called out across the table - the voice of somebody speaking while wearing braces. "I couldn't help but notice that you were dealing with some financial troubles."
The four women turned around to see the source of the voice, a lanky girl with a black bow lcut and glasses that made her eyes look twice as big as they ought to was looking down at them. She was wearing denim shortalls over a long-sleeved shirt and had a messy notebook clutched to her chest, bits of paper sticking out from all around it.
"Perhaps." Leah spoke, keeping her emotions secret yet again. "Why do you ask?"
"I ask because I happen to be flush with cash at the moment and am willing to make an exchange." The nerdy girl spoke - her braces making her enunciate 'flush' and 'cash' with far more spit than was necessary.
"A bribe?" Claire raised an eyebrow.
"Not in such crude terms." The woman sat down, uninvited. "I am simply offering to buy the four of you lunch today in exchange for an interview."
"An interview?" Sally scooched away from the girl, who only took the opportunity to move closer.
"For the paper!" She pointed to her notebook. "I'm Gayle! From Gayle's Tales!
"It's a section in the school paper I have to myself - well - that I want to have for myself. The editor, Mr. J, has been discussing it with me for a few months but he always finds some reason not to let me publish anything. This time though, he'll have to let me publish my story - this one's too good to pass up!"
"That sounds fair." Leah spoke. "I suppose we just need to describe the last few hours, then?"
"That's right!" Gayle set out several papers and began scribbling with various pens, throwing some out when they failed to produce any ink. "I've been asking around about you four for a while now - there are a lot of rumors about what you're doing - but they seem far-fetched so I'm hoping to ask you directly for the truth!
"For example, did you know the cafeteria employees are supposed to be offering you free food this week? They've cleared a deal with the head of finances to let you all eat in spite of your confiscated cash on the conditions that your plates are on the floor and you don't touch the food with your hands."
"They wanted us to eat like animals?" Leah scoffed.
"Precisely!" Gayle spoke, too excited for the subject matter. "But since it would be hard to interview somebody when they're like that, I had hoped to speak in a more private setting instead."
The four women agreed to the interview process, dismissing Gayle with their orders as they took the next few minutes to recollect their stories up to that point. They sat in pondering silence, ignoring the few men who slowed their pace when they walked by the table until Gayle returned, several plates of food in her hands as she set down the feast in front of them.
Sally hadn't realized just how hungry she was. Running up and down the lecture hall in her previous class was exhausting work, and that was all on top of the constant rapid heartbeat throughout the day that had only now just subsided as she was sheltered from most of the stares while being surrounded by allies. She hoped that Gayle didn't take notice of how quickly she'd eaten the meal - though the other girl was so engrossed in the stories of the others that she felt she might be able to get away with pigging out, just this once.
"So how did all of this start?" Gayle asked.
"This all started last week." Leah began. "As I'm sure every woman on campus knows by now, Westridge recently updated its dress code with a series of absurd rules that are impossible to follow. They've been selectively enforcing these new rules as a means of weeding out its female students, writing us up for code violations so they can threaten expulsion."
"I know." Gayle added. "And then we all got together to come up with a plan to raise awareness. I was at the meeting, remember?
"What I really want to know is what it's been like." Gayle's hands started shaking in excitement. "I need the details - a full walk through of everything you've gone through since you first stepped out of the dorms in the buff!"
"A full walk through..." Amy began to tap her fingers on the table. "Of everything we've done?"
"Well, I've managed to piece together some of what's gone on so far from interviewing other people." Gayle looked down at her notes. "Like, is it true that you were spanked?"
Amy jumped back in shock as Sally felt her jaw drop. Claire looked over incredulously while Leah blushed, sliding a lock of hair away from her face after she looked down at the table.
"Yes." She admitted. "That's true.
"I was leaving my first class of the day when some men blocked the door. They told me I had to pay a toll to leave the building and that the toll was five spankings."
"They spanked you?" Gayle asked the question, but every other girl there seemed to share the sentiment.
"No, actually." Leah took a deep breath. "They said I had to have somebody else spank me. That I would have to... well, ask for it. I had to walk around the hallway naked, asking people to spank my bare butt."
"I see..." Gayle was writing furiously in the notebook. "And you, Sally. Is it true you had to masturbate in your Spanish class?"
"What? No!" Sally's voice had come out louder than she had thought it would. "I mean, they made me tell the class that I did... It- it wasn't at all true though! It was just an example for an assignment!"
"Okay..." Gayle crossed out a few things. "And Amy, I heard that you were - er - accessorized?"
"Ah, that." Amy, looked away from her food. "I found it... difficult to maintain my focus on the lesson during my first class today. The teacher agreed that, as I was not looking at the board, I shouldn't have my gaze drifting elsewhere and... And I was blindfolded."
