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."
