Wednesday morning...Dress code dismissal day...WOOHOO!!
Yawning even after her morning shower, and second cup of coffee, Piper Cherry paraded about her home in only her G-string. With zero curtains on any window she was the highlight of Hooter's Crossing. Exploring her huge walk in closet for clothes that might fit what both the Principal of Horton-Dexter High School, and her entourage of horny students would find appealing she set aside multiple choices. Strung out over her bedding trying to decide she hears a whine behind her.
"What? Too much material?"
Hands on her hips she looks down at her faithful pooch Rotten staring up at her from the bedroom doorway. A huffed "Woof!" let her know he had to go potty, that and the leash laying at his paws, dropped when he spoke.
"Fuck Me! Why can't you learn to walk yourself? Dammit! Go wake up Mace. Naaa! He always gets stuck walking you doesn't he? Gimme a minute." She finds herself tempted to call the McKellen twins to come walk Rotten when she saw the time, "Still cozy in their beds. Fine! Let's do this." She bends down retrieving his leash and hooks it to his collar. The second she started to stand the dog turned and yanked her off balance. Dancing in step to keep up she followed him to the front door.
"Hey! I might need a robe Shithead." He jumped on the door barking. "I hope the neighborhood watch has their binoculars ready." Opening the door Rotten barely gives her time to keep up. Barefoot in only her navy blue G-string she finds herself out in the middle of her front yard. Shivering at the faint breeze stimulating her nipples she watches Rotten sniff around for just the perfect spot to...stand there.
"Really? Are we like just going to pose for everyone? There are a few neighbors that aren't pervs like the McKellen's, Knox, and Travis." A car pulling out of its garage three houses down makes Piper edgy. "You're lucky Rotten. It's a guy." Driving by slowly the man in his Nissan Pathfinder spotted her in all of her glory and came to a halt in the middle of Epicenter Court. Rolling his window down he chuckled, "Must be the morning chill. My dog hates the dew, he can never take a leak." The man was probably 45 in age with a car salesman vibe, peppered grey hair over a once lush brown.
"If he doesn't hurry up I might beat him to the punch. I just realized I need to tinkle myself."
"Never know it might give him a hint. You know what they say about Alpha's, follow the leader."
"You just wanna see if I pull my panties down and squat." She points at him playfully.
"Gotta say, that would put a smile on my face the rest of the day."
"Uh huh! What's your name Pathfinder?"
"Kieron Daniels, you might know me from the commercials on TV. I own K. Dan's Sedans." He jests. "Car dealership over on Lemon Avenue." Boy did she know how to predict a person's career.
"Oh, that just makes me wanna shop for a new car. Lemon Avenue, seriously?"
"I know, I know! Trust me I'm legit. Family owned car lot, Me and my Dad. I stand by my sales. Mind if I ask...do you always walk your dog naked?"
"I'm not naked." She snaps her G-string band a little too hard and it snaps on one side, "Shit! I loved this G-string. Okay, almost naked." Dropping the string her panties sag on one side revealing more of her bikini area. "Will you go already."
"I guess I better." He chuckled.
"Not you K.Dan. I'm talking to my garden gnome there. Oh, I'm Piper by the way."
"Pleasure to meet you Piper. I hope to see more of you."
"Easy enough." She just peels what was left of her panties off and tosses it at Rotten. "Here use this to pick up your shit, I forgot to bring a baggie."
"That's funny. Should I offer a wolf call or will your pup attack my car?"
"Call of the Mild. Whistle away K.Dan." She poses seductively laughing at herself before growling, "ROTTEN! Dammit Boy!" The dog just sits down and looks at her, timidly sniffing the air.
"Are you always this open?"
"Well, K.Dan, as the saying goes, unlike MY DOG..." She emphasizes toward Rotten trying to coax him into going, "Open to interpretation. What you see is what some men get."
"Damn! That's hot. I think you saw what house I pulled out of, drop by sometime I'll mix some martini's."
"Will do...well maybe do." She sticks her tongue out at him. She loved making guys think they stood a chance. Kieron wasn't a hottie but he wasn't a cube melting in the sun either. Grinning at her he whistled one last time and nodded his hopefulness before driving off. As she fluttered her fingers back at him and shifted in poses for his amusement she felt the leash pull in her hand. Rotten had walked over to her discarded panties and began sniffing. "Ohhhhhh, no you didn't."
She marched right over to him and bent down snatching them up. Scolding him with her fingertip tapping his nose she recited, "Not for puppy. Not for puppy." It was then he squatted and took a healthy shit. Wincing at the odor Piper rolled her eyes. "Now he gives a shit." Grimacing at using her favorite panties to pick up his crap she headed back inside. One last tug on her she halted halfway to her front door, hiking his leg to take a leak on her front yard lamp post. "Uggggggggh!" After taking Rotten back inside she disposed of her doggy bag along with her panties by double bagging them and taking them back outside to her garbage can.
"I need to get a move on. It looks like Josie is getting ready to leave for work." She hears the McKellen's garage door opening up. "Henry must be taking the girls to school again today. If she's heading out this early she's probably meeting Roman." She was dead wrong this time. Josie had plans to meet Reese and a few of his fellow basketball players, but you knew that. There was no end to her besties sexual rendezvouses. "I really hope for Henry's sake he can keep coping with their sex drive. Maybe I should take Roman for a spin myself and see what all the hoopla is. If she's not in love with the guy he must have a hidden talent. Ah well, that's between them." Shrugging she heads back in and washes her hands thoroughly.
Returning to her bedroom she finds Rotten laying on his padded bed on the floor near her dresser. "That's right, you just have yourself a tension free day." Looking over her selection of dresses on her mattress she holds them up in front of her with indecision, "Orange sleeveless halter dress with no back, or wine colored version with deeper cleavage. Hemline Heaven on either one. Help me pick one Rotten. Left or right?" She poses both dresses with eagle wide arms to see which he looked at as a tie breaker. He chose to glance at the orange. "Good choice. Dreamcicle it is."
Hanging her other selections up in her closet she slips the orange dress on, tying it around her neck albeit loosely, and admires herself in her vanity mirror. "No hiding the laser pointers that's for sure." She closely admired her bullet casing nipples, then twists in step to inspect the backside. "I hope Carl can cope with my back showing an awful lot of spine, this dress borders butt crack alley. If it bites me in the ass I'll just..." Her back checked out better in an actual mirror the snug fit sharing her butt crease vibrantly proved easily she had no panties on. "...ask for another nibble. Damn! That's one sexy ass." It wasn't ego, it was fact.
Exploring her front in the mirror she frowns, "Cleavage is open but the wine dress had a deeper cut. Regardless all eyes are going to check the ladies out before even saying good morning to me. Shoes..." She heads back into her closet and peruses her options, "Did my nails last night in canary yellow so I'm good with the orange not clashing with them. Yellow heels? Not feeling them, maybe white...yep." She selected a pair of six inch heels with no toes to highlight her nails, the white thin bands attached to them wound around her lower calves to accent her well toned legs.
"Well, Counsellor, I'm thinking your patients are going to have need of therapy after seeing me in this. My entire back is open clear down to my ass. Another half inch lower it's plumbers crack. Should I wear panties at least?" Caressing her bottom and lower abdomen she frowns, "Naaaa! It's time I honored Josie and my pact of no panties. Carl knows I go without. Cameras have caught me way too many times, so why bother. Let's give my fans what they asked for. Hell, let's give my Detainees what they're begging for. This day just could be the sexiest day yet."
Time running out she fed and watered Rotten in the kitchen and nurtured a bit more coffee before grabbing her cell from it's charging dock and her purse. "Mace must be worn out from all the cheerleaders last night. Poor kid!" If she only knew what her squad of whores had done behind her back she would have scolded Mace. Truthfully it wasn't his fault he had a monster cock and the cheerleaders found creative ways to get it. Who was he to deny so many hot pieces of ass? Heading out to her own garage to start her SUV Piper triggered the garage door remote. To her surprise she found two young ladies outside waiting, holding their book bags. Rolling her window down Piper stuck her head out, "Hitchhiking?"
"Mom left texts and told us to bum a ride. Daddy is busy on his game, and on the phone with his co-designer Tessa." Sable opened up while Dakota was busy texting her friend Andrea comparing notes on what they were wearing, it being Wednesday and Principal Manley allowing the students to dress more openly. With only one day a week to feel the freedom Andrea wanted to make it count.
"Ah! The infamous co-worker. Henry and she have been working pretty hard on his...ummm...war game."
"Frisky isn't a war game Piper." Dakota revealed. She still called Frisque as Frisky. "Daddy finally told us what he's designing. He even let us watch a few clips. Sexy stuff." A bluff on her part, he had done no such thing. They had overheard he and their Mother discussing the game while trapped under their bed forced to listen to them having hardcore sex.
"Wow! I thought he didn't want you girls to think badly of him."
"We...talked him into it." Dakota sheepishly grinned at her already blushing sister. Sable also withheld the truth fearing trouble.
"My ears are burning. Get your asses in before we're late." Piper unlocks the other doors and Sable calls shotgun climbing in the front seat, while Dakota sat in back. Once buckled in the girls instantly noted Piper's very revealing dress.
"Y-you're wearing...that to school?" Sable flared her eyes in awe.
"I am. Are you wearing that?" She points at Dakota's own dress with lots of boobage and the hemline equally as short as Piper's. Being a button down dress she was already boasting a vivid cleavage, just as she had in wearing shirts almost wide open the last two days. "Relax I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicinal. You look gorgeous. You both do." Dakota in a white dress with tiny red blossoms on it, Sable in a lengthier dress to her kneecaps in burgundy.
"Gosh! Mister Manley might send us all home to change." Sable giggled.
"Somehow I doubt that." Piper backs out of her garage and uses her programmed remote to seal her garage door down. Curious, Dakota unfastens her seatbelt and lifts toward the center console to check out Piper's dress.
