Charity found the latest task to be a relief. For one day, she could wear respectable, modest clothes again. Maybe the blackmailer was tiring of tormenting her, or perhaps he had grown a shred of human decency. Making Tanya her slave didn't appeal very much, but it seemed like it would be best to put in a bit of effort regardless to not ire the blackmailer.
The next day, Charity wore a modest blue dress and black jacket. She sat down at a lunch table with some of her friends and started doing the most embarrassing thing she could think of -- brazenly picking her nose and eating the snot.
Some of her friends noticed. Charity saw Tanya enter the cafeteria, re-crossed her legs and kept picking.
Tanya had slutted herself up the same way as yesterday. Her ass cheeks were showing from under her skirt and her top was tied around her boobs. She had put on knee-high socks, which somehow made her legs look even more naked.
Charity's friends noticed Tanya one by one. Some of the boys pulled out their cellphones and started recording.
Tanya strode up to the lunch counter in her stripper heels.
"I feel like mashed potatoes today," she said loudly. "Gimme some mashed potatoes, lunch lady."
The lunch lady gave her an eye and plopped some mashed potatoes on her plate.
"More."
Tanya spread her feet to shoulder width and got some more.
"More."
After another ladle-full, Tanya bent at the waist, showing off more of her ass-cheeks from under her skirt to the onlookers, stuck a finger in the mashed potatoes, and licked it.
"And gravy."
The lunch lady gave her an eviler eye and poured a half-jug of gravy on the plate. It overflowed onto the platter.
Tanya grabbed her lunch tray and swooped towards a table. Her hair was done up in pigtails, and they flew forward and plopped in the gravy.
"Oh, fuck," she exclaimed dramatically. She let go of the lunch tray on one side to pull her hair out of the gravy, and the lunch tray fell with a deafening clang.
The whole cafeteria was staring. More cellphones went up to document.
Tanya was off balance. Her teetering stripper heels entangled as she seemed to bend over to pick up the tray, and she fell face-first into the huge plate of mashed potatoes and gravy right in the middle of the cafeteria at lunch hour.
The potatoes exploded around her, splattering some of the onlookers.
Tanya's top had somehow come undone, and she was squirming face-down on the floor, almost wallowing in the disgusting muck.
"Oh, no, no, no," she screamed dramatically.
She tried to get up but then fell, landing boobs first in the plateful.
Finally she got up. Her top was hanging open, and the only thing covering her 18-year-old schoolgirl nipples was the gravy.
"Aaah!" she screamed and helplessly shook her arms. The gravy was running off her breasts and down her bare midriff to the skimpy micro-skirt. She hugged herself, managing to put her arms underneath her breasts and boosting the bare boobs up and out. She then turned 360*, seemingly inadvertently flashing every camera in the cafeteria.
After a minute, Tanya ran out of the cafeteria. She had solidly humiliated herself in front of the whole school.
Charity had forgotten what she was doing.
***
When Tanya got home, there was a message waiting from her blackmailer. |