Satisfied with the damage, Ashley led her group away from the scene of theirvictory as more and more people joined the crowd of students laughing at andtaunting their unfortunate victim as she crawled around on her hands and kneestrying to recover the pictures.

If they had stayed a little longer, they might have noticed Sharon Stevens, whohad watched the whole incident develop, walk up to the humiliated Karen andstart talking to her in a hushed voice.

Karen quickly stopped crying and began to listen intently.

Karen ran her fingers through her curly brown hair and looked around thebedroom, feeling useless and out of place with nothing to do. Neil and Garywere busily removing a shelf from the second, smaller closet while Sharonwandered about the room with a light meter, alternately taking readings andmaking adjustments on the video camera set up on a tripod in the main closet(no need to remove any shelves there). Even Stacy was hard at work, albeitreluctantly; she was taking, trip by trip, the small mountain of clothing whichhad previously filled the smaller closet and carrying it to a different room.She was quiet and sullen, but she did what she was told.

It was all so unbelievable! Even after Sharon had told her everything - evenafter they had showed her all of those pictures - Karen still found it hard tocredit the story. Stacy, the Princess of Greenwood, the perfect Ice-QueenBitch, being forced to fuck dozens of different guys at school in order to keepsecret the fact that she was cheating on exams! If Karen had read it in a story(and she had read a few stories of this type), she would still have found itdifficult to swallow. Really, though, it had been the pictures that had finallyconvinced her. After Sharon had talked to her that day in school when Ashleyand her friends had stuffed Karen’s locker with those magazine pictures, Garyhad shown her the set of photographs taken earlier in the week at a downtownstudio. There was no way that Stacy would do something like that willingly,particularly the last two outfits. The sight of Stacy in (and then out of) theblack leather mini-skirt and, later, in the pink latex dress had left Karendamp with excitement, despite the fact that Stacy wasn’t her type. No, not hertype at all. Karen preferred larger girls; particularly brunettes. Girls likeAshley.

When they had arrived at Stacy’s house that Saturday morning, the week afterNew Year’s, Karen had been expecting Stacy to slam the door in their faces.Even after all the proof she had been shown, she had still expected that. Ithadn’t happened, though. Stacy had opened the door and let them in without aword. She looked angry, and more than a little bit unhappy, but she let themin. Still, it wasn’t until Neil put his hand behind Stacy’s neck and drew herin for a long, protracted kiss that Karen at last fully accepted everythingthat she had been told. Stacy didn’t exactly co-operate, but she didn’t pullaway either. And from the way her mouth was working, she was definitelyreturning the kiss. Unbelievable! Yet it was happening. And if that washappening, perhaps Sharon’s plan for Ashley might work as well. Karen trembledas a small shiver of excitement shot through her pudgy body.

Her type. Girls like Ashley…

Neil removed the last screw and handed it to Gary who carefully put it in hispocket. The final shelf slid out neatly, leaving the bottom half of the closetcompletely open. (The shelves on the top half were more permanently affixed.)There was just enough space for one person if they sat down with their legscurled up. That was going to be Sharon’s post. Neil was thankful about that.There was no way he was going to spend several hours in that cramped space. Hewas going to be in the bigger closet with Gary and Karen. There was really noneed for him to be there, as Gary had pointed out, but he wanted to be part ofthings again.

He wanted to see Stacy in action…

Sharon looked critically through the camera’s viewfinder. The angle wasn’t thebest in the world - it wasn’t even as good as it had been in Neil’s bedroom -but it would have to do. As long as the light was OK, the pictures should turnout alright. >From where she would be sitting in the small closet, she couldget pictures of the bed and most of the bedroom, but she was a little low toget the best angle for any action on the bed. And the action on the bed, ofcourse, was the whole point of these arrangements. As well, she was forced totake the pictures through the slats in the closet door. It worked fairly wellas long as she kept the camera flush against the door, but it limited heroptions. It would also force her to lean forward uncomfortably when takingpictures.

It was, however, the best they could do, and there was still the video camerain the walk-in closet. Perhaps if Stacy’s parents had left the night before asplanned they would have had time to make further modifications to Stacy’sbedroom, but the parents had delayed their departure until mid-morning onSaturday. Hence, The three friends had only had a couple of hours Saturdaymorning until Ashley was to arrive. Not the best of circumstances in which toaccomplish so tricky an objective, but things weren’t going too badly.

Now, as long as nothing else went wrong…

Gary finished giving his final instructions to Stacy and gave her one finallook. She appeared quite stunning in her short skirt and pink blouse, herblonde hair combed in waves over one shoulder. Sharon had both chosen theoutfit and done up the hair, treating Stacy like some big barbie doll to bedressed and groomed at will. Stacy looked great and Gary approved; if thatdidn’t work, nothing would. A quick glance around the bedroom revealed nothingout of place. Sharon was safely out of sight in the small closet, and Neil andKaren were sitting side by side in the back of the walk-in. A quick check inthe upstairs bathroom reveal that Karen’s "props" were in place.

Everything was ready.

Right on cue, the doorbell rang downstairs. Gary looked Stacy in the eye.

"Showtime," he told her, smiling at the hint of panic in her eyes. "You knowwhat to do."

Stacy swallowed nervously, but nodded her agreement. She knew what to do; ithad been made very clear to her. Gary gestured for her to answer the door. Whenshe left the bedroom, he turned and squeezed past the video camera and into thecloset, pulling the door shut behind him…

Stacy stopped momentarily on her way down the stairs to answer the doorbell andtook a deep breath; she needed to steady her nerves. Of all the things they hadforced her to do in the last couple of months, this was quite possibly the mostdifficult. As first, she had absolutely refused. Even when Sharon had made allthe usual threats, Stacy would not go through with it. She had to draw the linesomewhere. But when Gary had offered her ten credits - ten less guys to fuck -she had wavered and finally given in. She would do what they wanted. Ten lessguys to fuck! That would be worth it. That would be worth almost anything.

And besides, what did she owe Ashley anyway?

Stacy was jarred from her thoughts by the sound of the doorbell being rung asecond and then a third time in quick succession.

"Coming," she cried, annoyed, as she quickly jumped down the remaining stairs.Despite her irritation and nervousness, she forced a welcoming smile onto herface as she pull open the door.

"Ashley," she greeted her friend from school. "Come in."

Ashley accepted the invitation, walking in through the doorway. She was wearinga pair of tight jeans and a pink sweater under an expensive leather jacket.(Her parents were rich, and she always had the best clothes.) Her long, darkhair was done up into a large bun on the back of her head. A large leatherpurse was slung over her shoulder. The two girls exchanged greetings as theywalked upstairs to Stacy’s room. Their meeting was ostensibly to put togethersome arrangements for a class project in the spring term, but neither expectedmuch work to be done. Particularly since Stacy’s parents were out of town forthe weekend and Ashley was staying the night.