Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 11

"Well, if that's what you think is best." He shook his head as if he couldn't believe that.

"You get to choose... All the things you do you should be the one to decide, don't you think?" Sharon looked at him strangely, wondering why he was making that point. Of course that was true. "You'll still want to check back about the lab results... Our receptionist can call when they're back... That is," he seemed apologetic, "You gave a valid number?"

"Of course," Sharon tried not to sound too put out, "The address and phone are correct." Why had she added that, she wondered.

"That's refreshing," he said, "Usually we have to hope our patients will come back for results or any follow up." He paused, rubbing at his left shoulder again, "I'll get the nurse practitioner to come in counsel you about the IUD... We'll get it in in no time." Sharon thanked him, but Dr. Brian paused with his hand on the door. "Do you mind my asking you something?" Sharon hesitated, but shook her head. "I couldn't help but notice your earrings," he paused as her eyes went wide, a hand rising to clutch at the collar of her gown. "I'm sorry, I just wondered where you got them... it's an intriguing symbol."

"Oh," Sharon was obviously relieved, "I mean... It's a school thing... I'm... You've heard of 'Little Sisters'?" Dr. Brian nodded, as some pieces fell into place.

"I've heard of them," he answered, "So how did you choose a frat?" Sharon blushed.

"I guess they sort of chose me," she shrugged, "I met some frat members doing a project in my sociology class." Without thinking she went on, "You've heard of Beta Zeta?" The doctor's eyes narrowed momentarily.

"I've heard of them..." he didn't continue, "And you like being a... a Little Sister?" Sharon blushed, feeling as if the man knew just what being a ZB Sister meant.

"It's been fun... Sometimes it's work, and it's not what I thought I'd be doing.

"That's what prompted the..." he gestured at her crotch, "Decorative trimming?" Sharon nodded.

"They used a laser," she went on without thinking about it, "I've been amazed how long it's lasted..." She paused as the physician put a hand on the doorframe.

"Uhm, you didn't know that laser epilation is semi-permanent?" Sharon frowned.

"No, what does that mean?" The doctor sighed.

"It means most of the hairs they laze don't grow back... Sure, some will, but nothing like was there before... You're pretty much going to have that vee unless you have them... alter it more." He could tell from the authentic expression and gasp that the patient had had no idea. He put his hands out in front of him, "Hey, it's not my place to say anything, but maybe you need to step back and see if this is really what you want..." Sharon was shaking visibly, eyes unfocused. "Are you alright Ms. Guest."

"Sobel," Sharon answered instinctively, then, "I mean, yes... I just... Yes, I'm fine... and I thank you for your concern," She hopped up, reaching for her jeans, "I assume I can get dressed..." she tried to laugh. Dr. Brian shook his head, motioning for her to wait as he opened the door.

"Oh no, sorry... you might as well stay in that gown... We'll have to put a speculum in again to get access for the IUD." Sharon nodded, realizing she should have thought of that. She sat back on the table, not thinking that she'd just shown the physician her naked bottom and the ink decorating her back.

"I apologize if I was... if I was abrupt, Ms. Guest," his smile was somehow sad, Sharon thought, "I didn't mean to take out my issues on you." She waved away his apology.

"Oh, don't worry, I've had worse," she assured him, "I should be thanking you for your time and concern." Unsure what else to say or do, the physician stepped into the hall and closed the door. He made a mental note to keep tabs on his new patient; he knew just what damage the ZB could do...

Sharon waited uncertainly, and momentarily a harried older woman bustled into the room and introduced herself at one of the clinic's ARNP's. She reviewed the procedure mentioning a handful of risks before thrusting a form into Sharon's lap. Sharon started to read the small print, but realized nurse Toombs was anxious to get on with it. She figured she had already talked to Dr. Brian about it; he'd said it was safe. She scrawled her name, nearly forgetting to use her maiden name, then lay back at the woman's direction.

It was through in short order, and there was only a pinch when she pushed a guide through Sharon's cervix to deploy the device. Sharon asked how they would remove it if she wanted it out.

"Oh, there's a thin string... If you're worried, just... well, just put your fingers in and when you find the string you'll know you're ok."

"Will anyone... I mean will my husband... Well," Sharon could not believe she had to ask. "Will he notice the string?" The woman laughed and shook her head.

"Goodness, no... He'd have to have a tongue like a frog to get that far into you, and... let's just say the penis is sensitive but not THAT sensitive." She pushed back, patting Sharon's bare knee with her gloved hand. "There, we're all done. Nothing to, it, was there?" Sharon agreed. She accepted more pre-printed pages, including a prescription for 2 days' antibiotics and a handful of pain pills if she needed.

The nurse returned after Sharon had dressed, leading her into another room and drawing 3 test tubes of blood before Sharon knew what was happening. Keeping her arm bent to anchor the cotton ball, she followed the little woman out of the maze of halls to the reception desk where they had her sign her name again and again. Sharon acknowledged they could give her results through the cell number she had provided, and accepted the little business card upon which an impossibly young woman had scrawled the date they had scheduled for her 'annual exam' the next year.

It was well after lunch and Sharon was aware that she was hungry as she hurried out of the clinic for the Range Rover, glad to be getting out of there. She was only ½ way to her car, though, when a voice called after her.

"Sharon?" She paused, looking back to see an older black man had followed her out of the clinic. She looked around, wondering if she was about to be asked to perform some sex act there in the parking lot.

"Excuse me?" she said, "Was there a problem with the paperwork?" He didn't look like an employee, but who knew. He was amused by her question.

"Hell if I know," he chuckled, "It is you, innit?" Sharon stared at him, then shook her head.

"I'm sorry, but I'm really very busy..."

"I'll bet you are," the man leered at her, "Sharon S... hottest black cock whore in years." Sharon felt her face pale. She stared at the man, trying to place him.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," she stammered... he wasn't acting like a ZB Brother.

"Oh no," he wagged a finger at her, "I seen all your movies. I knew it was you the moment you came in." Sharon had stopped hearing him at the mention of 'all of her movies,' though. "I tol' my buddies you were working right here... some o' them are students at the university," he seemed proud of his deduction, "But they said it couldn't be... After all, you've done big ol' Rex Iron. Sharon shook her head. She was certain she had never met someone named Rex Iron.

"I'm afraid you're mistaken," she shook her head as if that would convince him.

"Oh no... you did a sexy striptease... several of 'em, actually... Then you and another hottie did the guys in your bedroom... Then it was a shower scene with the other younger chickie... Then you pretended you was on a beach... I was watching it the third or 4th time before I realized it wasn't really a beach," he offered a gap toothed grin, "But then, the background ain't what I was watching." Sharon listened in horror... She knew he'd just described--very loosely-- the events the night she had done the clothing test shots for Shaun. Somehow this man had seen her... But he'd said he'd seen her on video. She realized he hadn't stopped, "... that'd be the best I'd ever see of you, but that one you just did?" She just stared at him. "You know, that contest with the other girls? That was hot, I'm telling' you... I still imagine you're slurping at me and smoking a big ol' fattie..." the man got a faraway look in his eyes.

Sharon felt like the ground had been yanked out from under her. Surely this man couldn't know... She realized he was looking at her again... 'that' look that she'd gotten used to. She hated the way it made her feel... like she might do anything this scary stranger asked her to do.

"So how about it?" the man leered at her. Sharon leaned away from him.. Was he seriously asking her to do something with him? "I got me one of them fancy phones... it takes pictures. Can I take my picture with you?" Sharon managed a smile as she relaxed slightly.

"I guess that's fine," she managed, "Right here?" The old man nodded enthusiastically.

"Sure... It don't take too great a picture beyond a few feet anyway, but my buddies will know I ain't lying." Sharon let the man turn, putting his right shoulder against her left. He hesitantly draped his arm around her back, then smiled at his free hand as he held it out, pushing the button repeatedly. After a few seconds he pulled it back and looked at the screen intently.

"There, those'll do the trick!" he beamed at her, "Thank you very much." Sharon nodded.

"If it's not too much trouble..." the man hesitated. Sharon looked around, fresh concern he had ulterior motives springing to mind. "I, uh... I have a couple of your DVD's in my car.

"My... Oh, the movies you mentioned?" Sharon tried to sound casual; she was desperate to see what the old man had. "What about them?" The old man licked his lips nervously.

"Well... I know it's imposing, but if you'd maybe sign a couple of them?" Sharon waved her hand,

"Oh, it's no problem... You're a fan, after all, right?" The old man nodded.

"Girlie, you've got... Hell, you've got so many fans I'd bet you win some award come the next adult awards." Sharon had no idea what he was talking about, but followed him to a sagging Chevy Nova with a mismatched fender. He opened the driver's door and pushed the seat forward, rummaging in the back and talking to himself. A moment later he stood up, holding what looked like any DVD movie Sharon had ever bought at Best Buy. She waited with feigned patience as he rummaged through the front until he found a Sharpie with an unexplained sticky material on the barrel. He wiped it off on his threadbare slacks, then apologetically handed both items to her.

Sharon found herself staring down at a commercial quality DVD case advertising 'Housewife's Black Dream.' Below a list of names including Rex Iron ended with 'Introducing Sharon S.' The cover showed a bedroom, a classroom, and a beach, but there was nothing explicit.

She absently turned the case over, nearly groaning aloud at the still photos showing her in the shower kissing the other girl who'd been there that night. Sharon was embarrassed to realize she couldn't remember her name. She resisted the urge to check the front of the case. Her eyes were glued to the other images... the lesbian shower scene the 'tame' image on the case teaser. There was a picture as she wantonly stripped, most of both breasts visible, a tiny skirt akimbo on her hips, exposing the tight thong revealing her camel toe as she stared at the camera, licking her lips.

The third image was taken from slightly behind her, as someone was thrusting into her from behind, while her face was mostly buried in another man's groin. Mostly, because it'd been taken to show the side of her face as she slurped hungrily at a strange black cock. And at the bottom were two pictures showing her leaning back on the beach towel, looking up at the men surrounding her, one hand reaching up to cup another cock, while the slightly grainy image to the right was of her spread out on her back, a big black man lunging over her... into her. She stared at the image of her head, thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, her nails digging into the man's shoulders and back. She pressed her thighs together at the shiver of pleasure she felt, even as she was horrified at the reality: she was on the DVD having sex with several total strangers. There was no way anyone who saw it wouldn't know it was her.

"That's my favorite," the old man said, seemingly unaware of Sharon's reaction to the movie, "But you never disappoint."

"Thanks," she stammered, then considered signing over the most revealing part of the photo before she realized that it wouldn't matter-- the picture was beneath the plastic sleeve of the case. "How many have you seen?" She opted to open the case, signing the disc, which had a black and white image of her leaning down, being taken from behind by the man she assumed was Rex Iron. Though she wanted to deny it, just seeing the photo increased her body's arousal as she remembered how wonderful it'd felt as he'd pounded into her. She scrawled Sharon S over the disc, reminding herself to stop at the 'S,' then closed the case. She'd unconsciously taken the single sheet flyer on the inside of the case, which advertised 'others in the ZB series of fine films.'

"Dunno... I've got... four. But most are just a little with you... There're several 'ZB Party' discs that I hear you're on... I've ordered a couple but they haven't arrived yet." He paused, seeing what she had in her hand, "Hey, I might need that."

"Oh," Sharon looked down, "I'm sorry, I just thought..." She couldn't bring herself to put it back, "I just wondered what other movies they've got with me in them." The man offered a leering smile.

"Like within' yourself on TV, eh?" he slapped a thigh, "I knew it! A buddy insisted you didn't even know about the movies." Sharon managed a weak laugh, "Another claimed you ain't even married." She smiled absently, not wanting to pursue that issue. "Though I see you got that nice ring... you are married, ain't you." the man wasn't really asking, but Sharon nodded, anyway.

"Yes," she held up the sell sheet, "Can I keep this? You said you had others, so..." The man rubbed his chin.

"Well, it's got some pretty nice pictures, if you know what I mean.." Sharon glanced down to see graphic but not explicit photos suggesting what 'other offerings' showed. She was relieved she wasn't the 'star' of any of them. "Tell you what," the man was staring at her again, "If I get a little... you know, you give me a little show, and it's yours." Sharon shook her head.

"No, I can't do that," she started, "We have to be careful who we're with." The man managed to flush as he choked a laugh.

"Oh no, sweet cheeks," he smiled even more broadly, "I seen what you did to ol' Rex... You'd kill me, sure. But I'm thinking I'd have something to put in that case, see?" Sharon opened her mouth, surprised at what the man was suggesting.

"Show you... show myself to you? Right here?" The man shrugged.

"You don't have to strip nekkid or nothin' though that'd be jus' fine," he chuckled in a wheeze. Sharon stared at him. He sighed, "Tell you what... I like that piercing you got... you know, in the nipple? That's shit hot..." He moved back a step, "I promise I won't touch you," he looked around, maneuvering so he was between her and the clinic, "No one'll see... Just lift that top and show me a titty."

Sharon didn't want to. She looked around, horrified at the thought someone would see, and only partially mollified when there was no one else around and when she realized no one else in the area would know her, anyway. Besides, she reasoned, he'd already seen her... knowing about the piercing was proof of that. She needed to hang on to the sell sheet.

Biting her lip, Sharon caught the bottom of her sweatshirt and raised it, hooking the lower edge of her 'ZB Bitch' tank top as well, carefully exposing just the left breast. She'd looked down as she did it, and gasped in surprise when she looked up to see the old man pointing his camera phone at her. There was a 'click' noise, and he stepped back 3 steps, after which she heard the 'click' again.

"Hey!" she pulled her clothes back down. The man laughed happily.

"Can't blame me for wantin' to remember this... I ain't never met a porn star in the flesh before." Sharon wanted to argue that she wasn't a porn star, but the flyer she was clutching in her left hand argued otherwise. She waved at the man, who locked up his car and headed back toward the clinic as she returned to her SUV. She sat in the plush leather seat for several minutes, barely aware that she was shaking as she started down at the flyer she had flashed a stranger to retain.

She parked at the rental, walked to the campus, and tried unsuccessfully to study for an hour before wandering to the cafeteria. She bought coffee and a salad, but found she was not really hungry. The knowledge of the flyer selling her 'performances' nestled in her bag weighed heavily on her mind. After picking at her lunch for awhile, she took out her cell phone and called Kelly. The young woman answered after the second ring.

"Hey Shar'," she said.

"Kelly?" Sharon thought her friend sounded funny. There was something in the background she couldn't place. She heard the thump of music, but that wasn't it.

"Yeah..." There was a pause, "I'm... I'm a little occupied just now..." Abruptly Sharon understood: Kelly was having sex. She giggled, and heard Kelly's answering laugh shift to a low moan.

"Well, if you aren't too tired when you're done there I wondered," she paused, did she really want to do this? She decided she had to, and Kelly would be a great help. "Would you be interested in visiting home with me?"

"Sure..." Sharon found herself focusing on the sound of the bodies moving together. She pressed her thighs tight, wishing she was getting off like that. "I won't be too much longer," Kelly panted, and Sharon guessed her friend was doing some 'work' instead of having fun with one of the Brothers. "What should I bring?"

"Just yourself and a change of clothes..." Sharon paused, considering what clothes she and probably Kelly had available, "Forget that... We'll do some shopping when we get there; my treat!"

"OK." There was a long pause. Sharon heard a masculine groan, and the subtle noises stopped. Kelly was breathing hard in the phone. "God that's good... Thanks, sweetie," Bedsprings squeaked as someone rolled away from the other, "I don't mean to rush you, but I've got a date with a girlfriend... thanks." Her attention came back to the phone. "See, told you I'd be done soon. You wanna pick me up?" Sharon agreed, then packed up her things and returned home, aware of mixed anxiety and happiness at the thought of going home for a day.

She picked Kelly up, feeling a little jealous the younger woman had clothes that weren't limited to school mascots and ZB themes, but then they were going to do some shopping, she reminded herself. Kelly piled into the front seat of the Range Rover and they headed for the highway.

"So why the trip home?" Kelly asked after Sharon had merged with traffic.

"I haven't been home for weeks," Sharon shrugged, "I don't know if they'll even recognize me."

"And having me along..."

"Will help explain some of the... changes," Sharon admitted, "Thanks for coming."

"That's what being a BZ Sister is all about," Kelly pointed out.

"ZB Sister," Sharon corrected. Kelly laughed.

"I told you, they go both ways... mostly Dave says 'BZ' when he's talking." Sharon nodded.

"But the shirts..." Kelly shrugged. "And also this..." Sharon had tried to decide how to show Kelly what she'd learned, but there wasn't an easy way to say 'hey, by the way were you aware that we're porn stars, now?' so she simply held up the flyer. Kelly took it, and Sharon watched the younger woman's eyes go wide as she looked it over.