Food Court and the Dean's announcements
Yumi was in an R.E.M. state imagining her Father coming to see her at College. In her dream she was wearing the new leotard the Dean had given her. She felt nervous about what he would say. She wanted to tell him she was sorry.
"Oto-san, atashi wa mōshiwakearimasen," Yumi said shamefully.
"Yumi-chan, daijoubu desu ne! Anata wa mada watashi no chīsana on'nanokodesu," Her Father told her it was ok, and that she was still his little girl.
"Ima atashi wa shiawasena," Yumi replied that she was happy.
This made Yumi feel warm inside. It was like a big hug letting her know that even though she was well on her way to becoming a total wanton slut, her Father still forgave her and saw her as his Daughter. However, she was now rudely ejected from her imagination by Felicity slapping her on the backside.
"Yumi wake up. You were really out of it!" Felicity said, "It's time to leave. You can get changed here, my store is still closed to the public for a little longer. I've given the Dean the items you wore today as payment for your modelling services today. Thanks for that, you did a great job sweetheart. Hopefully we'll see you again soon!" She said and then pulled the virtually naked girl off the floor and gave her a kiss on the lips. A knock sounded on the roller-door. The store had been closed for the fashion show. It was Miss White. She had missed most of the show as she slipped out to shop for some things that would be used later for something herself and the Dean had organised for Yumi.
Felicity told Yumi to change in the back room. She unscrewed the tassels and took off the thong and tall heels. She was happy to get the tassels off her sensitive nipples. It was a total mystery to Yumi why her nipples felt so sensitive now. Slipping off the thong she then pulled up the obscenely small shorts, little more than a denim bandage over her pussy and half covering her tanned ass. Still, it felt modest compared to the thong. She put on the tiny crochet crop top adjusting it until it came almost to the bottom of her teardrop E cups. Finally, she removed the heels and put on her pretty little sandals again.
"Ready to go?" Miss White asked, "Ahh you forgot this one," She said unclipping the leash and taking off her collar. She put the items in a bag along with the rest of the outfit.
"Yes... Sister," Yumi remember the name Miss White wanted to be called.
"You two have become close, I see," The Dean remarked.
"Well I feel like she is my baby sister, and I get to play dress up with her everyday!" Miss White said as happy as a clam, winking at Yumi.
"Is that right? Do you like to dress up Yumi," The Dean asked.
Yumi thought about all the times she was stared at lustfully by the teachers and students alike, and she felt a pang of desire, a shiver of humiliation and that helpless, damsel in distress feeling again.
"Yes Sir, I like dress up for sister and you," She said honestly.
"Well that's good that you realise how much fun it can be now. We won't disappoint you, there will be plenty more opportunities for dressing up and playing naughty games over the next couple of years," The Dean told her, "Right now, I think we need to get a little snack to eat. We'll go to the food court."
Yumi knew there would be many teenagers milling about the food court. As they approached she saw that it was, indeed, very busy. There were at least one hundred students eating and chatting loudly. As Yumi got closer to them, she saw teenagers looking at her then with wide eyes nudging their friends to look in the direction of the virtually naked beauty as well. They were about to sit down and the noise in the area had died down to whispering and quiet talking as most of the people in the food court were staring at Yumi. She was a sight to behold. Never before had a girl so stunning, so sexy come into this busy shopping centre so barely dressed. Yumi wasn't accustomed to over one hundred people staring wide eyed at her. At the College the stares weren't as obvious, they had all been told to behave and treat Yumi as if she were just going about her teaching assistant job. A very strange and ridiculously sexy job, but most of the students at Strickfield College were respectful nonetheless. There was one small round table, as luck would have it, in the middle of the crowd. The three of them sat down and the Dean began to speak.
"Yumi, I think you should eat something healthy. Miss White, could you please go to the juice bar over there and get Yumi a banana, the biggest you can see, and a cup of yoghurt but tell them you don't want a spoon. Also I'd like a cheeseburger meal and get whatever you want to eat too," The Dean asked Miss White.
"Ok Marcus, yeah, I think it's best you stay here with Yumi," She said glancing at some of the more menacing students. Strickfield was an extremely private and exclusive College, so there was little chance of anyone of knowing that Marcus was actually the Dean of Strickfield College. He rarely left the College grounds and when he did it was for high society events, not shopping.
"Sir, how long will we be here?" Yumi asked, a little nervous but also giddy from all the attention of the crowd.
"Yumi, you should know better than to ask such questions!" The Dean replied angrily, "We will be here as long as I please. I know you are eager to to get back to College and watch those cute big titty girls but you will have to wait until I'm ready. Is that clear?"
Yumi thought about what he said. It was true, she found herself wanting to watch the pretty Asian girls on television more and more. They were so cute and sexy bouncing around for the camera and kissing each other. "Yes Sir, sorry I ask you, not happen again Sir," Yumi capitulated.
Yumi scanned the food court. She saw mostly teenagers gawking at her as well as a few fathers trying to steal a glance under the jealous eyes of their wives. Many of them being admonished for looking at the "attention starved slut" as she was referred to by one. Students were taking photos on their camera phones to show their friends later, or to use for something more personal. The Dean had taken the extra precaution of wearing a hat and glasses to disguise himself, not that there was any chance of him being recognised. Yumi looked around and saw disgusted looks on the faces of the new mothers in the food court and lust and longing in the faces of the husbands. She felt a guilty pleasure in knowing that she was turning these men on while their wives were enraged at their interest in her. They would give anything to have Yumi alone in a room for half an hour to do with as they please. Hell, most of them would only need two minutes.
"We have some big events lined up for the College soon. You can really make a difference. One in particular is a creative fundraiser. You will be participating in it," The Dean explained to Yumi.
"Yes Sir, I'm glad to help," She responded, her English better than usual. She had learned not to ask questions.
Yumi daydreamed about what the fundraiser could be as the Dean's attention was on his phone checking emails. Maybe it was another lingerie show, but surely not in front of the whole College? Or perhaps he had some kind of bikini car wash in mind like she had heard of in cheesy American movies. She really had no idea but she had a strong feeling it would involve her being in a state of undress, and being aroused. The idea of being used as a toy for the purpose of raising money for the College made her insides twitch with delight. She had forgotten about the staring teenagers and family men, consumed by her thoughts of being a College commodity, when Miss White returned making bubbly, happy sounds. She never seemed to be in a bad mood.
"Well you two, here's your snacks! I didn't get anything except a mineral water, I could stand to lose some weight, hahaha!" She joked.
"Thank you Miss White, please feel free to steal some chips from me," The Dean offered. He then went on to explain how Yumi was to eat her healthy snack, "Yumi, you'll notice you have no spoon. This is because I want you to use the banana as a spoon. You should dip the banana in the yoghurt then see how far you can get it down your throat. A banana is softer than a cucumber so you will have to be careful not to break it. You must finish at least half of this yoghurt using this method before we leave."
"Ahh yes Sir. I will try my best," Yumi said realising how strange and lascivious it would appear to the rest of the people in the busy food court. She peeled the banana leaving some of the peel still attached to use as a grip. Carefully she dipped the banana into the yoghurt. A lot of the teenagers in the crowd had moved a little closer and were now transfixed by this bizarre display. Yumi pulled the banana out of the cup, opened her mouth and slid the banana in slowly, trying not to spill yoghurt on herself. As she pushed the banana in, yoghurt collected at the sides of her mouth. When it eventually touched her throat she coughed a little, more from the shock of the cold yoghurt than the tapered end of the nine inch long banana. A few globs of yoghurt fell onto her thin top.
"Ah Yumi, you've got some on you, hold still, I'll get it out before it stains!" Miss White said, genuinely concerned about her tiny crochet crop top. She pulled at the top dragging Yumi towards her and causing her big tits to fall out the bottom. Several people in the crowd gasped as her delicious orbs were freed. Now everyone was paying even closer attention to the beautiful Asian-Latina girl. Miss White lowered her head to the top and began sucking the yoghurt out.
