It was late Saturday afternoon; the second week of the study was over, and Marty Thompkins, Carolyn's counselor was in front of his computer working the mouse and intently watching the monitor. Over the first weeks of the study, little by little the area around the counselor's offices had evolved into what looked like a media workstation. Even though the subjects of the study, whom the other students had taken to calling '
Nudies'
weren't aware, most of the time, some unseen camera or a discreet observer was watching their every move. Along with the massive volume of the daily and weekly reports submitted by the participants, their families and the student body, the amount of data the counselors had to crunch was staggering.
With a quick tap of his finger, Marty clicked his mouse; stopping the replay on the monitor. Then ejecting and removing this flash drive from his computer, he quickly inserted another. It appeared he was searching for, then copying specific items, because when he moved through the thumbnails, he would occasionally stop, then open the drop down File menu, and finally save clips of recordings or picture files in a file folder on his flash drive titled: Marty Personal.
A number of the items he was saving featured Carolyn. The one he opened now, Marty had videoed in his office just yesterday. As it began to playback, displayed on his monitor was a crystal-clear view of Carolyn sitting in front of Marty's desk, completely naked except for her study bracelet and a pretty, silver--blue bow in her hair.
The scene he was watching was a full frontal shot of Carolyn videoed from an angle behind Marty's left shoulder. Sitting in a traditional wood school chair, Carolyn' soft brown hair was down lightly around her shoulders and the blue of her eyes was bright and vibrant. Even without the benefit of a pushup bra, her breasts stood up firm and full. Whether it was a bit cold in the counselor's office wasn't apparent in the video, but the tips of her pert and pink nipples were standing up as stiff as stiff could be. Though it wasn't possible to see Marty's face, it was entirely obvious his attention wasn't upon Carolyn's eyes.
If someone was to compare this clip to the video recorded during Carolyn's first interview, even a blind person could see the amazing difference to Carolyn's body language between the first days of the study and now. In this clip, it was obvious this very pretty, young woman sitting completely naked before her young, male counselor had grown much more relaxed about being naked in public. The way she held her head up so proudly with her shoulders squarely set, the confidence with which she spoke, and especially the way in which she sat up in the chair with her breasts so unashamedly bared, she displayed a level of comfort about her nudity, which simply had not existed a couple of weeks ago.
As Marty watched his monitor, Carolyn shifted in her chair, and as she reached down without even thinking to scratch her ankle, her knees came apart. From the angle provided by the camera, almost as revealing as a beaver shot on a porn site, Carolyn's most intimate secrets tucked between the spread of her thighs were momentarily completely exposed to view.
Marty froze the action and zoomed in. He sat staring intently for a while, his own excitement obviously growing the longer he studied the close-up view of the feminine intimacies between Carolyn's legs. Because of her diligence in shaving, Carolyn's plump outer labia appeared as bare as if she had almost no hair at all. The resolution of the camera appeared so sharp, as Marty zoomed in a bit more, even a few wrinkly folds of her inner labia were visible amid the darker crease centered between her legs. Working his mouse and clicking, Marty positioned the shot exactly how he liked it, then saved it, sending the compromising image of Carolyn to his private file.
A few moments later, when Marty got up and raised his arms toward the ceiling until he was stretching up on his tiptoes, the bulge in the front of his pants revealed his reason for doing this when he was in the office alone on a Saturday afternoon. After a minute or two of stretching, he walked over to his office door, unlocked it, and looked around the main office. Not seeing anything other than empty desks and chairs, he closed and relocked his door, then hurried back to his monitor. Producing a fresh thumb drive from his pocket, Marty inserted it very delicately. Once it loaded, he scooted up close to the monitor, quickly scrolling through the files. When he found what he was after, he scooted in even closer, then unzipped his pants.
On the monitor was a spider's eye view looking down from the ceiling into one of the school's science labs. From the position of the camera hidden up in a corner, it was possible to see almost the entire room. There weren't any traditional desks, only experiment tables with stools for the students to sit on, and behind the teacher's old, wooden desk hung a standard, periodic chart of the elements.
A male student dressed in blue jeans and a t--shirt walked into the room. Almost immediately, three more male students followed him in. They all met up at the teacher's desk, high fiving. Clearly, something was up.
When the tall, lanky guy facing the camera began speaking to the others, Marty reached up, turning on the speakers.
Marty was just quick enough on the volume to hear, "This is gonna be so good."
The guy with his back to the camera spoke up. "Jeff, are you sure she's gonna show?"
Jeff crossed his arms and leaned back. "When I talked to her before lunch period, the bitch told me she'd meet me here for sure."
A stocky guy, who was clearly Hispanic chimed in. "Man, I'll be pissed if she stiffs us. I cut class to be here."
The guy to his left, a well--muscled black guy, playfully shoved the Hispanic. "Shit, Jesús. Seems to me like you've been trying to graduate since back when I was a freshman. Like skipping one class will matter."
With the others all laughing, Jesús fired back, "Fuck you, Darius!"
Suddenly, all four looked over to below where the secret camera was hidden. Just a heartbeat later, looking down from above, a completely naked blonde girl came walking into view. Sashaying her hips, she strolled up to the four and stood with her back to the camera. "Hi, guys."
Sticking his thumbs in his pockets in an attempt to look cool, Jeff stepped around Jesús. "Hey, Karen. Glad you could make it."
The picture quality was definitely high-definition, yet the sound was tinny and echoey. The microphone obviously wasn't nearby, and with Marty having turned up the volume of his monitor's speakers so loudly, the sound quality had this underlying buzz along with the empty echo every time someone spoke. Perhaps the amazing quality of the picture on Marty's monitor was because of the extra light coming in through the row of widows at the back of the classroom, but the view into the science lab looked more like reality than video.
The naked blonde ambled over to the classroom's large whiteboard, and once there, she turned about to again face the guys. "You said you wanted to talk to me in private, Jeff?" She had this almost accusational tone, as if she were daring him. "So?" Leaning back so her bare butt touched the eraser holder, she crossed her arms under her bare breasts. "What is it you want to talk about?"
Jeff came swaggering over, dropping his shoulder and swinging his arm like a pimp ambling down a sidewalk towards one of his bitches. "I heard something about the study, and I thought you'd be the person to ask."
Jeff was standing so close up in front of Karen, most people, clothed or otherwise would feel anxious about having their personal space invaded, yet Karen didn't even bat an eye. "Okay." She stared back at him. "Ask away."
Sitting hunched over before his monitor, Marty could sense the tension. This was the infamous video clip everyone was buzzing about, and the girl was Karen Loeffler. In anticipation of seeing this, he'd pulled her file. Karen was from an affluent family, an honors student, and definitely not the type of girl most people would ever dream would participate in a study about public nudity. Yet there she stood without a single stitch to cover her luscious, young body. She was strikingly pretty, yet in the bitchy and aristocratic manner of someone who uses her daddy's money as a tool. The pink of her fingernails matched the pink of her Nike tennis shoes, and her shoulder length blonde hair shown with a lustrous sheen, which only comes from an expensive salon. Even her perfectly pinched little nose had obviously taken shape under the knife of a highly skilled plastic surgeon. Though she was naked and alone with these four guys, she exuded the haughty and arrogant air of someone who isn't used to asking twice for whatever she wants.
Staring down at Karen's breasts, Jeff had this stupid grin pasted upon his face. Finally, he looked up and into Karen's eyes. "I heard something about asking you to be spontaneous. I heard that if I were to ask you to be spontaneous or forthcoming, you might do whatever I asked you to."
Karen squeezed away, sidling out sideways and leaving Jeff at the chalkboard. She walked over to where the other three guys stood, then gave each one a once over. After a moment, she reached out and tapped the guy to very left on the shoulder. "I already know these two guys." She tossed her head slightly to indicate Darius and Jesús. "So what's your name?"
When he spoke up, he revealed a heavy Boston accent. "My name's Christian."
Jeff had followed closely behind Karen, but she acted as if she hadn't noticed. "Tell me, Christian?" Her tone was saucy, almost snide. "Do you want to ask me if I'm willing to be spontaneous or forthcoming for you? And if you were to ask me, and I was to agree, what is it you'd like to ask me to do?"
From behind, Jeff was almost breathing down her neck, and with Karen standing up so close up to Christian, there was scant inches between her and the guy in front and the one behind. Darius came walking around to stand on Karen's left, and Jesús moved over to her right. Standing naked in an empty classroom and now ringed in by four big, strong guys, amazingly, there was no doubt about who was still in control.
