Lisa awoke with a start. It was nearly 8pm. Even though she'd only managed to snatch a couple of hours sleep it had helped. A quick investigation with her fingers attested to the fact that although her pussy was still swollen and sore it was much better than it had been earlier. Thankfully the cream had worked it's magic whilst she'd slept. She swung her legs over the side of the bed glancing anxiously at the items of clothing that had been waiting for her when she'd returned from her evening meal. She had no choice. She knew that. Quite simply she was going to have to wear them.like it or not. After a moments hesitation she tried to reassure herself that whatever might happen tonight it couldn't be as bad as what she'd been forced to endure that afternoon. Resignedly she started to get dressed. Her face flushed with embarrassment when she saw her reflection in the mirror. The boys were in for another eyeful but there was nothing she could do about that. Her pussy tingled at the thought. She was shaking but her nervousness only seemed to intensify the throbbing between her legs. Noooooo! Why was she becoming such a little tart! She didn't seem to have any control over her reactions anymore. Thinking about being made to do things in front of the boys immediately made her slit grow sticky. She was such a slut! Ten minutes later she set off for the Prefect's common room. A student social couldn't be too awful, could it? The faint hope was all she had to cling to.



It went very quiet when she walked in. Her face burned as they all looked her up and down. Their smiles were wide and knowing. The sixth form "lounge" was in the oldest part of the School. Oak panelling and a small stone fireplace gave it a cosy feel. Besides a small snooker table there were lots of easy chairs and a TV. Music was coming from a portable hi-fi. Four of the boys were engrossed in a computer screen whilst the rest were spread around the room watching two of their classmates play pool. Lisa jumped as someone behind her suddenly spoke.

"What time do you call this? You're late." Turning around she found that Mr Barrow and Miss Cole had followed her into the room. She desperately began to mutter an apology but they ignored her. As usual simply looking into his eyes made her heart flutter. He was just so good looking.

"Tonight is a social event. I don't want to spoil things so we'll forget your lack of punctuality this once." He smiled slyly.

"I'm glad you dressed appropriately." Fiona Cole started to laugh. Lisa's face went a deeper shade of red.

"This is your last night." He looked directly into her blushing face.

"You're here to help your classmates have a good time. Make sure they do. If they want to play games or dance then you'll do it. Miss Cole and I are in the Staff Room across the hall if you need anything. You'll find snacks and soft drinks in the kitchen." He pointed to a door in the opposite corner of the room.

"You can get them something to drink to start with." Then they were gone leaving her standing self-consciously by the door. The realisation that she was now totally alone with the boys for the first time filled her with apprehension. Her mouth suddenly felt very dry.



Nobody said a word. They all just looked, their eyes roving excitedly all over her. Lisa found she was shaking. God she was going to have to serve them dressed like this! Considering how she was attired it was hardly surprising they were staring! The skirt was grey and the shortest thing she'd ever worn in her life. Only a few inches deep it ended just below her hips showing almost all of her thighs. Even worse the bulge of her pussy, tightly encased in a triangle of wispy black lace, protruded below the hem of the ridiculous strip of material. From behind she also knew that the lower curves of her bare bum were showing. The thin black strip that hugged the crease of her bottom did nothing to cover her rounded rear cheeks but then G-strings were designed to be revealing. She swallowed again. Her boobs were tightly contained in a cut-off white blouse that was obviously far too small for her. Its' buttons bulged under the strain but at least her hard nipples were hidden from view. Ending above her waist it left her belly button and several inches of pale soft flesh on show. High-heeled stilettos gave the muscles in her thighs and calves more definition and made her stick her chest out. To say she looked provocative was an understatement!



Filling the glasses gave her a chance to try and control her shaking. The kitchen was tiny but at least she was away from their eyes for a few moments. Gathering all of her courage she steeled herself for what was about to come and picked up the tray. They stopped talking as soon as she was through the door. The silence was unnerving but as she passed around the room offering each of them a drink their conversation gradually returned. By the time she'd given them the crisps and other snacks they were all chattering excitedly. Most of the conversation was in Italian so she had no idea what they were saying. But from the bursts of laughter and blatant looks it was obvious that the objects of their interest were her exposed bum and bulging pussy. Her face was scarlet with embarrassment by the time she'd finished handing round the bowls. Up until that point they'd only stared but then one of them spoke. Obviously he already knew her intimately! Antonio. He had dark brown eyes and an almost permanent grin on his face. About 19 and only a little shorter than herself, the knowledge that he'd pushed his fingers inside her holes and probably made her come that afternoon caused her face to burn even more fiercely. Apparently they wanted her to play pool. It was obvious why but she couldn't refuse.



Lisa tried her best not to bend over but it was hopeless. Whatever she did they got to see part of her. The outfit she'd been made to wear covered hardly anything as it was. Leaning over the pool table gave them the opportunity to see right up the back of the little skirt whilst her boobs bulged forwards and nearly fell out of the shirt. After only a few minutes of their constant attention her face was again burning horribly. She felt hot and dizzy. It was so humiliating to be dressed in next to nothing whilst being ogled by a group of teenage boys and even worse, not being able to do anything about it. Things suddenly became more serious when she felt a youthful hand quite blatantly stroke her bare bottom. She jerked upwards and spun around only to find the boy grinning and laughing. The others joined in. For some reason she suddenly felt very angry. Something inside her snapped. How dare he do that! Who the hell did he think he was! How dare he! She wasn't a fucking toy for them to play with! Maybe it was because she'd been forced to endure so much during the last 5 days or perhaps it was just a "normal" reaction surfacing, but before she knew quite what she was doing she'd taken a step forwards and slapped him across the face. It was a real beauty. The smile and it's surprised owner disappeared in a flash as the boy fell to the floor. There was a shocked hush. Absolute silence. Almost tangible. It filled the room and pressed insistently against its' walls. She hardly noticed as one of the boys slid quickly out through the door.