I
The English room was always a bit cold, and Erin knew this, but never prepared for it. It is a cold March morning, but instead of a warm sweater and pants, she opts to wear a blue plaid skirt and tight black sweater. Her legs are warm, except for just above the knees, where they are not covered by knee-highs. Goosebumps appear all over them, and Erin rubs her hands over her legs in an attempt to get them warm. Rubbing her hands over her legs like that reminds her of her fiasco with Veronica last evening. It had been so wonderful—so strange, yet so real. She did not really know what to make of it, exactly. For starters, she does not like girls, and is still dating her boyfriend of two years. She never had a lesbian experience in her life. Erin always imagined herself in strong, masculine arms. Though, last night, when she felt those warm, tender arms cradling her, she knew that is what she wanted.
The best part of the evening prior was that she had landed a great role: that of her director's slut. Though Veronica certainly thought she was solely profiting off of an innocent, eager girl, Erin really felt she benefited from the sheer experience. She was willing to do anything to please. As her English teacher lectured about themes and motifs in some ancient novel, Erin's mind was on when her next rendezvous with Veronica would be.
At that instant, there is a knock on the door. The teacher walks over to answer the door and comes back to Erin with a green pass in her hand. She lays it on her desk. It reads:
Erin-
Please meet me after 7th period so that we can discuss a few things. I have another proposition for you.
-VR
Erin's heart begins to race. She runs her fingers over the writing, studying the loops of the cursive and imagining Veronica's hand moving as she wrote this. She wonders what she was feeling, thinking, dreaming, when she wrote this note out. More importantly, she wonders what this exact proposition is. She knows what it pertains to, certainly, but she does not know Veronica's exact plan. The school day could not go by quickly enough. It is only first period---6 more periods to go.
II
After government class, Erin runs down the corridor to Veronica's office. Though, she does not want to seem too eager. She forces herself to stop, slow down, and catch her breath. Just before she gets to Veronica's door, she smoothes her skirt and takes a deep breath. She knocks.
"Yes?" Veronica questions.
"Hello, it's Erin."
"Oh! Why of course, Erin. One second, please." Erin can hear some things being moved around inside of the office, but is too nervous to really focus on the noise. After a moment or two, the door opens and Veronica steps out into the hallway. "I suppose you got my note. Do come in."
"Thanks." Erin walks into the office and sits down in a chair in the far corner, crossing her right leg over her left so that her skirt slides even farther up her leg. Veronica cannot help but smile at the overly innocent outfit, but forces herself to be cold and demanding. If not for her acting abilities and incredible willpower, she would be all over Erin, kissing every inch of her body.
"Now, I suppose you want to know why I called you in."
"Well, I can guess..."
"Silence! Do not say anything. Let me talk about this without any interruptions. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Your audition was good. Well, I told you that yesterday. You definitely have a lot of potential, and I am willing to work with you. Now, let me reiterate that this role will be very demanding. There will be a lot of mandatory rehearsals after school, and even, perhaps, during the school day. They may not be planned. You may just get a pass like you did today, in one of your classes, and you will report to me. The beauty of this is that I can get you out of any class that I want, and I can have you virtually whenever I want. Though, I need to know from you about your commitment. Are you willing to put in the time?"
"Of course."
"Alright, then this is a permanent arrangement. I should have you sign a contract or something, but I think we did a great alternative to that last night." She grinned. "Now that you have agreed, rehearsals must start right away."
"Oh? How soon?"
"They will start today, right after school. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"What class do you have next hour?"
"Right now I have lunch, and then I have Spanish."
"Are you doing anything important en la clase hoy?"
"No, can't say that I am."
"Well, do you mind missing a day of class?"
"No, can't say that I would."
"Alright, then consider it done. In return for my gracious excuse of your absence from that class, you are going to do me a favor in return. You will begin your rehearsals with me."
"What would you like me to do?"
"First..." She slowly walks toward Erin and places her hands on her shoulders. "First, tell me where you got this sexy outfit and how you knew to wear it."
"Pardon?"
"Oh, come on. You don't know about my enthrallment with you? So young, so innocent, so sexy...and they don't even know it. You look beautiful."
"Thanks." Erin blushes. "You do too."
'Damn' Veronica thinks to herself. 'Here I am trying to act cold and I am melting. Focus, focus.' "Enough of this little chit-chat. Now, I want you to take that sexy little outfit off for me."
"Sure." Erin begins to unbutton her skirt.
"Scratch that. No, stop, stop. I changed my mind."
"Hmm?"
"I want you to leave on your outfit, except for one article of clothing. I want you to take off your panties for me."
Erin reaches under her skirt for her panties. Her fingertips brush against the outside of her mound and she is already wet. She can feel the heat radiating from inside of her. She wishes she could just slide her finger inside her underwear. But, pleasing herself is not a priority at the moment, and she must comply with her mistress' commands. Before doing anything stupid, she pulls the panties quickly down her legs.
Veronica has to resist picking up Erin's underwear and licking the crotch where she can see wet stains. "Wonderful. Now, I am going to introduce you to the next phase of your assignment. I want you to sit on my desk." Veronica walks over to her desk and brushes everything to the ground. She pats the desk. "Right here. Put your sweet, tight behind right here."
Erin hops up onto the desk and looks intently at Veronica. Her legs dangle over the side and kick back and forth. Veronica can see her knees are bruised, and are very girlish looking. How she would like to just...oh....but all in time.
"Now, I want you to lay back onto my desk and bend your knees so that your feet are flat on the top of the desk." Erin turns and leans back so that she follows the orders. "Good girl." She can peek up her skirt and see her mound. But something is a bit different. She lifts the skirt up more so that she can see if what she really thinks she sees is a figment of her imagination or not. Once the skirt is up at her waist, she sees that her suspicions are true. The soft, bushy mound of yesterday is now completely bald.
"You shaved?"
Erin stammers. "Well...yes..." She had forgotten that when she got home that she had shaved off all of her hair. She had been so embarrassed the night before, when she had a full bush. There had been no need to shave it or trim it too much. Josh hadn't been down there for over a year.
"Why did you do this?"
"I just felt...embarrassed...I felt so immature. I was embarrassed that I was not prepared. Although, how could I have been, when what happened was completely spur of the moment? Once I got home, I rushed upstairs so that I could shave it off and..."
