THE NEXT DAY
I was standing outside of school, trying to work up the courage to go in. I felt a pit in my stomach. It was only yesterday that I'd been forced to run through the halls in my birthday suit. Half the school had witnessed it. While it had steep competition, it was probably the most humiliating moment of my life. And now I was supposed to go back in there and act like normal?
Yesterday had changed everything. The streak had only been one part of it. Ava had also brought in my nemesis Hazel to assist in my subjugation. We've been fighting for years, but with Ava's hands on the scale, Hazel had finally come out ahead in our rivalry. Now she owned me, same as Ava. To demonstrate this power, she had spanked my ass raw, then fucked me with a strap-on.
As a final insult to injury, after Hazel had put me through the ringer, I was thrown out and made to walk home completely naked. It wasn't a short trek. After all I had been put through at that point, I had thought that I was beyond embarrassment. That I could just walk by any onlooker, numb to their stares. That turned out to be false. The second someone laid eyes on me, shame rose out of my exhaustion like a phoenix. It wasn't just embarrassment from being seen naked in that moment, but a reminder of why I was naked. Every indignity suffered at the hands of Ava and Hazel weighed on me, dragging behind me like a heavy stone. Every new person I passed was like the video of my streak that I had been forced to watch, and as they saw my walk of shame, the tape rewound and replayed over and over.
I guess the rain was a blessing in disguise. Most people stayed in that night, and only saw me if they happened to look out the window at the right time. Relatively few people braved the weather. A friendly lady ran up to me and insisted I take her umbrella. That was really nice of her. I was already soaked by then, but I mostly used the umbrella to cover myself.
A man drove up next to me. He mistook me for a hooker and tried to negotiate a price. I briefly considered trading him a blowjob for a ride home, but with my luck he'd probably dump me at the far edge of town. So I just told him to leave me alone. After hounding me for a block, he finally drove off. Just as I thought I'd gotten rid of him, he turned the car around and sped past me through a puddle, spraying me with muddy water.
I was completely exhausted by the time I got home. I fell into bed, still wet, and passed out immediately. I half expected to wake up with a cold from the walk home. That would have given me an excuse to call in sick. Instead, I woke up infuriatingly vital. Once again, my body had betrayed me.
So I went to school, my anxiety building the entire way. And now it was time. Classes were about to start, I couldn't delay any longer. I had to face the music.
I repeated to myself the old saying - "this too shall pass". I know high school. Memory is short, and people lose interest quickly. Today I might be the main character. But it wouldn't last. A few days, a week tops, and the students will glom onto some other event and forget about me and my naked run. Hazel will remember. Ava will remember. But the rest will forget. I just have to get through it.
I could feel people's eyes on me as I walked down the hallway. Conversations hushed when I got near. A few students that spotted me turned their heads and stifled laughter. I tried my best to ignore it, and act like nothing was wrong. But I couldn't help recognizing a few people from the streak. Their faces, amused and callous, were as burned into my memory as my naked body undoubtedly was in theirs. I felt my cheeks heat up as I walked past them.
A picture had been stuck to my locker. It depicted me, on my knees, nude, kissing Hazel's ass. The picture was shot in such a way that all of me was visible, my breasts dangling in full view, an expression of defeat and shame on my face. Meanwhile, only the side of Hazel's naked buttock was visible, no more than you'd see in a bathing suit. Sophie was truly an artist, framing the picture in such a way that it let Hazel keep her modesty while taking all of mine.
Everyone around me had obviously already seen it, and they were milling around, waiting to see what my reaction would be. My emotions were so easy to read that they might as well have been subtitled. Approaching my locker, seeing something taped there, I first got a look of anxious puzzlement, wondering what it could be, sensing that it wouldn't be good. My eyes bulged out as I saw the picture's motif, a feeling of horror and dismay spreading through me. My face turned scarlet from embarrassment as I contemplated the implications. How long had it been up there, and how many people had already walked past? Self-consciousness took hold as I felt everyone around studying me.
I ripped the picture of my locker and crumbled it. Not wanting it loose, I stuffed it in my locker. I held my head down, avoided eye contact and headed to class. The snickering behind me told me the people were satisfied with my reactions. But there was one emotion they weren't privy to. Knowing people had seen me naked in such an undignified state, I couldn't help it. I got aroused. I had to go to the bathroom, splash some cold water on my face, and try to regain my composure. Control yourself, I thought. That kind of reaction is what got you into this mess.
I'd been cutting it a bit close to class. By the time I got there, the rest of my classmates were already seated. Their eyes went to me as I entered. Even though not all of them had seen the streak, it was surely all people had been talking about yesterday. I scanned the room, looking for a place to sit. There were no places empty next to my friends. The only seat available was in the front row.
It was hard to focus in class. Sitting in the front, I could not see what the rest of the class was up to. There's always whispered conversations and hushed giggles in every class, and it would be vain to think all of it was about me. Still, there were a few times where I could pick out my name or a key word in the chatter, often from Hazel's corner. About halfway through, the teacher saw a note being passed around. He told the recipient, one of Hazel's friends, to bring it to him. He looked it over and sneered, and started chiding the class on their childish behavior. He crumpled the note and tossed it at the trashcan but missed, and it fell under my desk half opened. On the note, I could see a crude drawing of a naked girl getting spanked by a wooden ladle.
I caught up with my friends after class. They weren't as spiteful as the rest, but they had a lot of questions about exactly what happened yesterday that I didn't know how to answer. The actual truth of the streak was still a matter of debate at school. Some knew that Ava was behind it, although theories for how she got me naked varied, everything from blackmail to seduction. Of course, since the faculty blamed me for everything, the idea that I acted alone was also a common theory. My friends didn't know what to believe. I told them I didn't want to talk about it, but it was hard for them to just let it drop.
Hazel wasted no time getting her side of the story out. Aside from her usual friend group, she had attracted several gossip hungry girls, who listened to her with rapt attention. I had no way to stop her. Those people would soon hear all about my perversions, my deal with Ava and of course, my forced submission to Hazel. I wondered, would she end the story there? Or would she tell them about the party, about what I let her do to me?
Hazel didn't out me to my friends. The few times she came over to mock me, she danced around the subject, making allusions and jokes that flew over their heads. But her friends were in on the jokes, and they delighted in watching me squirm.
My friends tried to stand up for me, bless them. Unfortunately, I was powerless to stand up for myself. Hazel held all the cards. I was her slave. I tried to ignore her, to act as if her words didn't bother me. It was the only way I could think of to save face in front of my friends, while at the same time letting her openly mock me. I was walking a tightrope, and it wasn't a very graceful dance.
"Why did you let her walk all over you like that?" my friends asked afterwards.
"Fighting back will just make it worse. If I don't engage, she'll get bored." I answered. It was complete bullshit, but I hoped it would sound convincing enough. They weren't satisfied with it, and started getting annoyed with my obfuscation. With tensions high, I made an excuse to detach.
I laid low for the rest of the day, in secluded corners of the school, my face buried in a book. I had to reread every line several times. I just couldn't focus on the words. My mind kept drifting to Hazel, getting popular off of besmirching my name. As I sat there, I heard someone clearing their throat. I looked up to see Olivia sneering down at me. She'd been sent to find me. I still had my daily submission to Ava. With everything else, I had almost forgotten.