The Vocational College for Girls offers an alternative to prison for girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two years old with minor or first-time criminal offenses. As part of their punishment, the girls must attend academic classes and perform community service. Unfortunately for the VCG girls, community service consists of wearing skimpy little outfits in public while working at some of the local businesses.
The small town profits from the presence of the VCG girls because watching the girls perform their community service in various states of undress inspires men from miles around to visit the town. The money these men spend accounts for most of the townâs revenue. In return, the businesses give kickbacks to the teachers and staff of the VCG, which of course is not reported to the state.
School officials at the Vocational College for Girls enjoy exploiting and humiliating the VCG girls on a daily basis. Forcing the girls to participate in local sporting events is just another example of the shameful treatment the VCG girls are subjected to. Tickets to these events are expensive and the school administration justifies the high price of admission by dressing the girls in flimsy little uniforms. While wearing these uniforms, it is next to impossible for the girls to play the games without exposing themselves to the crowd.
Lisa and Debbie joined the VCG touch football team because the girls were informed that while participating in a school sport, their community service obligations would be waived. However, after receiving their football uniforms, the girls determined that maybe theyâd made a mistake. Their outfits consisted of lacey white see-through panties, very short red pleated cheerleader skirts and tiny white crop top T-shirts. Little white socks and tennis shoes complete the ensemble.
Lisa and Debbie were new to the school and they didnât belong in the institution to begin with. Lisa looked cute with her five-foot two-inch petite body, medium sized breasts, brunette hair and angelic face. Debbie was a five-foot six-inch, raven-haired goddess with big, full breasts and model good looks. Debbie probably could stand to loose a pound or two, but she had a nice round butt.
Feelings of degradation erupted for the girls as soon as they put on their uniforms. The girls couldnât believe they were going to play touch football in T-shirts that barely covered their breasts. The lower portion of Debbieâs large globes actually hung out from below her short crop top T-shirt. Since the girls were not permitted to wear bras, Debbie was concerned that her breasts might pop out in front of the crowd if she tried to jump, not to mention how much her big melons would bounce around while she was running.
Lisa was equally concerned about the very short pleated cheerleader skirts. The skirts were so short that they barely cover the girlsâ butts. They were held on by a single button and were worn dangerously low on the girlsâ hips. The girlsâ ass cracks were actually peeking out from above the low waistband.
Lisa knew that there was no way to play football without bending over. She also knew that bending over in the short skirts even the slightest bit would expose the girlsâ panties to the crowd. To make matters worse, the skimpy see-through panties didnât offer much protection against prying eyes. The VCG girlsâ hairy triangles and butt cracks were easy to see beneath the practically transparent material of their little undies. If it werenât for the lacey trim on their panties, it would look like the girls werenât wearing any underpants at all!
The Vocational College for Girls touch football games are played on a converted indoor soccer field. As Lisa and Debbie jogged onto the artificial turf, they were instantly mortified because the stands were packed with spectators. There were older men along with many boys as young as eighteen-years-old. There were even quite a few women scattered throughout the crowd.
Their opponent was Harbour College, which is a private school for stuck up little rich girls. Those girls had on thick blue T-shirts and matching shorts. Their shorts were pulled up nice and tight on the Harbour girlsâ firm butts. Their ass cheeks were hanging out of the short shorts, but the snug fit of the shorts insured that they would stay on throughout the contest. The Harbour girls also wore sports bras, so they appeared to be well protected against exposing their precious young bodies to the audience.
Each team consisted of nine eighteen-year-old girls and it appeared that the coaches for both teams chose their players based on looks, rather than athletic ability. The girls looked more like models than gridiron animals. As the game began, the Harbour girls, in their full make-up and pristine uniforms, had no trouble dominating the VCG girls because the VCG girls had to contend with their skimpy outfits.
The VCG girlsâ nipples poked out against the thin material of their tiny white T-shirts and their braless breasts bounced around as they ran down the field. Occasionally the T-shirts would work their way up over the girlsâ nice firm titties, exposing their rosy round nipples to the crowd. When the VCG girls jumped up in the air, their short skirts flew up and then floated down slowly, revealing their see-through panties to the audience. The Harbour College girls added to the VCG girlsâ indignity by lifting up the short skirts and tiny T-shirts, giving the men in the stands a good look at everything the VCG girls had to offer.
What the VCG girls didnât know was that the VCG administration offered money to the Harbour College girls as an incentive for them to debase the VCG girls as much as possible. The Harbour girls readily accepted the task. They even invited all of the schoolboys from their hometown to come and watch them humiliate their opponents. Not far into the game, the VCG girls realized that the Harbour girls had more on their minds than just touch football.
In the VCG huddle, Nancy, a cute strawberry-blonde asked, âWhere did they find these girls?â
Lisa added, âI know what you mean. Theyâre really taking advantage of us. They keep pulling my short skirt up and exposing my little white underpants to the crowd.â
Debbie said, âThey also keep pushing up my tiny T-shirt up over my breasts and exposing my tits to everyone. Its bad enough that my hard nipples are poking through this thin T-shirt, but those girls are making it even worse. Iâve never been so humiliated in my life!â
A few plays later, the VCG girls huddled again. The fans loved it when the VCG girls got into the huddle. The girls leaned over and put their hands on their knees, which caused their short skirts to rise up in back. Everyone could see the VCG girlsâ tiny white panties peeking out from under their short skirts. As the spectators gazed at the girlsâ little undies, the girls continued to complain about their situation.
A tall blonde named Sarah said, âThose snobbish Harbour College girls are having a lot of fun at our expense. I realize that its one-hand touch anywhere, but do they have to touch us in every place imaginable?â
Nancy said, âI know, those Harbour girls keep grabbing my breasts and my butt.â
Lisa added, âOne of those girls keeps reaching between my legs to touch my pussy, even if I donât have the ball.â
At first, the spectators were eating up the action on the field. However, after a while the crowd wanted to see more. The VCG girls started getting a little nervous when everyone in the stands began yelling, âSkin, skin, skin!â
The Harbour College girls gave the fans a devilish grin and decided to take the game to a new level. On the next play, Sarah ran with the ball for the VCG team and one of the Harbour girls grabbed her skirt. The single button that held the skirt on popped free and the skirt fell to the ground. Another Harbour girl patted Sarah on her panty-clad bottom and the ref blew the whistle. As the crowd cheered, the tall blonde attempted to pull her skirt up, but without the button, the skirt was useless and had to be discarded.
Sarah complained to the ref, âYou canât let those girls pull our skirts off.â
The ref replied, âSorry, but thereâs no rules against it.â
The embarrassed blonde said, âBut all we have on are these skimpy little panties. How can we play football with everyone looking at us?â
The ref replied, âIts not my problemâ and then he whistled for the game to continue.