Orgy in the locker room 2.
Jason Brickland wasn’t sure why his father had insisted on moving to
this small town. It was a definite step down from the city they’d
lived in before, and a _definite_ step down from the school his father
had coached at.
The football team wasn’t _bad_, not really, just a
bit…unprofessional, in Jason’s opinion. On the other hand, in a
small town like this, there was a limited pool of talent available —
and at least the cheerleaders were cute, in a distracting and somewhat
slutty way.
On the other hand, that was probably the result of the Program. His
previous school hadn’t participated, but he’d heard of it. He still
had a bit of a problem really _believing_ what he’d heard, though;
blowjobs in _class_? Walking through the school naked, and getting
fondled by girls?
If the rumors turned out to be true, he hoped he’d get a chance to be
in it. Not that he had any trouble getting laid; he was the starting
quarterback, and anyone who thought that he had the position because
of his father rather than ability lost the idea after the first
practice. His father was at least twice as hard on him as anyone
else, making it very clear that if there was any bias, it wasn’t in
Jason’s favor.
Still, he wasn’t expecting it when he was intercepted on his way to
his first class by a teacher and told to go to the principal’s
office. He didn’t _think_ he’d done anything wrong, at least not that
would get him in enough trouble for a visit to the principal. Maybe
there was a problem with his schedule?
When he got to the office, he found that he wasn’t the only one called
in. Sitting in one of the chairs in front of the principal’s desk was
a girl he vaguely recognized as being a sophomore, one of the brainy
set. She was in most of his classes, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever
heard her say anything; she sat at the back of the class and didn’t
draw attention to herself.
Now, though, she was clearly terrified; her face was drawn and pale,
and her hands were clasped tightly in her lap. He wondered what could
be that bad.
Jason looked at the principal as he pulled the door closed behind
him. “You wanted to see me?”
The principle smiled. “Come in, Mr. Brickland. Have a seat; you’re not
in trouble.” The smile widened. “Neither of you are. In fact, I hope
you’ll consider this _good_ news.”
Jason sat down, puzzled. “Oh?”
“You two are going to be one of our first Program teams this year,”
the principal said, beaming at them.
Jason blinked, looking even more puzzled, before suddenly
grinning. “Cool!”
The principal looked over at the girl as she made a strangled
sound. “Now, Miss Reed, this isn’t meant to be torture, you
know. You’ll be surprised at how easy it is. Your father was quite
enthused about it.”
The girl bit her lips, shaking. “I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t do
this. I just can’t. You’ll have to pick someone else.”
Principal Davis shook his head. “That’s not the way it works,
Kylie. You know that. Your father specifically requested you be a part
of the Program. He was quite concerned about you, and sincerely wanted
to help, and we believe this _will_ help you.”
Kylie’s fingers gripped each other so tightly they were white. “It
won’t. Really it won’t!” Her eyes were wide with fear. “And — and I
won’t! You can’t make me!”
The principal sighed. “Kylie, honey…we can. We won’t physically
force you, no. But if you do not comply, you will be expelled,
understand? And you will only be allowed to return to school when you
are ready to participate for two weeks. No make-up work will be
allowed.”
Kylie turned green. “But…my grades! I have to…you don’t
understand, I _have_ to get a scholarship. Please!”
Jason grinned at her. “Then no problem. Just take off your clothes.”
He winked. “It’s not like it looks like you’ve got anything to be
ashamed of.”
“It — it’s not that. I…I just _can’t_.”
The principal sighed. “It _is_ your choice, Miss Reed. But there are
only the two options.”
Kylie pulled her feet up and wrapped her arms around her knees, crying
silently. The principal looked at Jason with a sigh. “Perhaps if you
went first, it would help her to get over her nervousness a bit.”
Jason nodded and stood, quickly removing his clothing. “Uh…what do I
do with these?”
“Hold on to them. You can put them in your locker for the day.”
Jason nodded. “Okay.” He looked at Kylie, who turned red and looked
down at the floor, studying it intently. “Your turn.”
The principal waited for several seconds before saying, “Miss Reed?
You do need to make the choice, one way or the other.”
She shuddered convulsively, then nodded, eyes full of tears. “You have
no good reason to do this to me. I’ve never hurt you. I’ve never hurt
anyone. You all say that a person has the right to say what happens to
their own body. That right should not be disposable just because of
their age. Please, won’t you reconsider?”
He sighed again, and shook his head. “You must do what your parents
feel is right for you, Kylie. That’s what parents are for, to take
care of you, and that means sometimes making you do things you don’t
want to.”
Jason smiled at her encouragingly. “C’mon. It’s not that bad.”
Kylie glared at the principal, eyes
flashing. “Yeah. Right. Whatever. I’m trapped, anyway, and you know
it. You’ve got to think you’re right, or else you’re just a sadistic
bastard with _NO_ justification for this.” She stood and turned her
back to both of them, shaking visibly, missing the principal’s almost
invisible flinch at her words.
She kept her back turned, slowly unbuttoning her shirt and letting it
drop, then stepping out of her little skirt. She paused for a long
moment, hands shaking at her sides, before bringing her hands up to
her bra, unfastening it. She slid her panties to the floor, bending at
the knees and folding the white satin material inside her other
clothes before standing again.
There are some women who could play football; Kylie didn’t look like
she could survive even cheerleading without being snapped in two. She
appeared thin with her clothes on; with them off, she was even smaller
than she’d looked before. She wasn’t quite emaciated, just extremely
delicate looking, with nicely shaped body, all slender curves and
perfect white skin.
Jason whistled, unconsciously, as she turned and shook her hair
forward in one motion, letting it fall over her shoulders to her
hips. She sat quickly, holding her clothes in her lap, head bowed. The
small breasts peeking out from the mass of hair were firm and perfect,
with pert, up-thrust nipples.
Jason shook his head slowly. “I don’t know why you seem so
embarrassed.”
Kyle sat with her knees pressed tightly together, shivering. “I don’t
like being looked at. I don’t like being touched. I hate attention,
and like _this_ there’s no way to escape it.”
“That’s the point, dear,” the principal said. “You are a lovely young
woman, with no need to be so afraid of your own body. I’m sure this
will be a wonderful opportunity for you.”
Kylie shot him a hate-filled glare. “Whatever.”
“You’re going to be looked at,” Jason said. “That’s for
sure. You’re…you’re beautiful.” He blushed.
Kylie looked awkwardly at the floor, blushing, and the principal
cleared his throat. “Now, let’s go over the rules. You know the
standard ones…no clothes at school or any school function, no
refusing a reasonable request, and Jason, _do_ wear all protective
equipment during practice.”
Jason nodded. “Right.”
“Good. Now, you two are partnered. That means that you are to support
one another. One of the reasons you were chosen as a team is because
you have most of your classes together. We encourage you to get to
know each other. Your partner can be a strong source of moral
support. Compare your experiences and what they can teach you. One
other important thing: your partner has veto power over reasonable
requests.”
“What do you mean, exactly?” Jason asked.
“Sometimes it’s hard to define what might be reasonable, and the
person the request is being made of might hesitate to resist for fear
of violating the rules. So this is a safeguard; if someone asks Kylie
to do something that, in your opinion, is not reasonable within the
rules, then if she does not refuse, you have the right to refuse _for_
her, and vice versa in regards to you. Doing so too frequently will
require review by myself and the school counselor.”
Jason nodded. “Okay. That makes sense.”
“That’s basically it. Relax, enjoy yourselves.” The bell rang and the
principal looked up at the clock. “Alright, then, try not to be too
late for second period.”
Jason nodded again. “Where’s your locker, Kylie? Mine’s right over by
the classroom.”
Kylie swallowed hard, her face still white. “Right by the door here,
on the way.” Her voice was tight.
“Shall we?”
Kylie nodded shakily. “Oh god…” she whispered.