Starting from Scratch Ep. 030: PRISON BITCH

"Killer legs Miss Cherry." One of those smug jocks remarked. "No hoes, looks like you just shaved." She wanted to disagree, her being a Ho so to speak but again kept it civil.

"Why yes I did. I'm not a panty hose kind of gal. Well, unless it's black with garters, and I'm on a hot date. Thank you for noticing Mister...?"

"Gavin Ruley."

"I can see that." Like Angus, Gavin was a stud. "Ruley's made to be broken." She winks teasing him over his last name as he smirks with a glimmer of hidden respect. "Everyone take a seat please." It took a minute to comprehend her command for most of the gathering. Her knuckles waving for them to go on took three shots to even be noticed enough to sink in.

"Saving mine for you Miss Cherry." A 6'4 tall African American jock wiped his chin specifically to inspire her to sit on his face.

"Awww! That's sweet of you, how did you know I was a meet and taters type? I love a shit eating grin on my couch potatoes." The young man was large and had quite a girthy stomach, obviously he enjoyed food. Perfect teeth though.

"That's Calvin Knobbs." Angus Furlong saluted his fellow player.

"Calvin and Hobbs? The boy who likes an imaginary pussy?"

The group lost it as Piper decided to finally drop her legs to the floor in a single move that out ruled them seeing up her skirt. Sighs of disappointment filled the room as she stood up and went to the door. In her lengthy stride to reach it she resisted tugging her skirt down as a backup emotional rollercoaster. Lower butt cheeks were dancing from side to side. They might not have seen her lace panties but she offered a glimpse of her ass in small increments.

Their crude whispers heard were enough to satisfy her horniness. At the classroom door she felt a coolness coming through from the stairwell doors being open, and positioned her body into a giant X, all four limbs holding both side thresholds of the door frame. Heels touching the jams, as well as her hands, she hugged the breeze which gave her inner thighs a very tantalizing updraft. Closing her eyes at the brief chill she embraced the fact that she knew her detainees were biting their knuckles at her provocative stance. Having sat in the hot box for the last eighteen minutes she needed this...breather, her exposed flesh a thin gloss as if oil, was awe inspiring to even she. If it had that effect on Piper, she could only imagine what it was doing to them. Of course, they were sweating just as hard. Bullets even!

Eyes opening she looks both ways to see if there were any latecomers, really only one way to enter by but it was just natural to look both direction before crossing any lines. Even the crickets moved out of hearing range.

"Why don't they just move this class to the boiler room? We're right next to Hell as it is." Starting to leave the door open for ventilation, she hesitated, "Fuck it! Let's burn off lunch."

Door sealed she turned back toward her prisoners acting as if she took a key out of the door and slyly pretended to stash it in her invisible bra. She wasn't wearing any and they knew it, every step they jiggled about, only the flower pattern of her thin dress masked bullet sized nipple hard on. Bees collecting pollen she giggled to herself.

"Alrighty Gentlemen! Not going to bother with any roll call, seeing as I don't have a list of names. As most of you have asked around by now my name is Miss Cherry. I'll be your Prison Warden for the next hour of your miserable lives. Mine as well. I'm certain none of you want to be here."

"I do." Interrupted a boy laughing. He was joined by over a dozen others offering the likes of, "Me too.", and, "Kid in a candy store." She knew exactly what they meant.

"Well now! You certainly know how to make a lady welcome."

Snickers at her choice of words let it be known that they preferred their version of her remark, hearing, "You certainly know how to make a lady...well...cum." If she knew how to blush Piper Cherry would be beet red. Not her, the color scheme of her last name was in birth certificate alone. She rather enjoyed their playful banter.

"Seeing as I'm Horton-Dexter's new Counsellor let's take this hour to talk about whatever comes to mind. I'm a firm believer in open communication."

"Comes to mind. Open CUMmunication. You must like to cum a lot." Student Maynard Smooth chuckled in his Southern most drawl. An unexpected chill crossed the room at his over the top remark. Pale expressions of uncertainty struck 50% of the group, the remaining members smug and hoping for an equally attractive reply. They got what they wished for.

"One of my favorite things to do. But, let's not get sidetracked here." She fidgets a bit sweat wringing from her brow. "Fuck me! This room is sweltering." Her own fault for shutting the door.

The whispers instantly agreed, they would fuck her in a heartbeat, even though her vulgar words were not meant as an invitation. Even Piper knew that she needed to stop saying that line, but she just let it slip every time that distress reared its head in some fashion. It was her go too source of battling mental frustration. Technically her physical frustrations as well.

"Only going to get hotter Miss Cherry. We can blow on you if you need us too." Danny Wendt, a Linebacker offered. Others agreed laughing.

"I'll keep that in mind." She fanned herself with both hands aggravating a temporary breeze.

"She can blow on me." Calvin dared to grunt. Again the boys nodded their own hopes of such a thing.

"Back on track Boys, back on track." She rolled her eyes, "Angus here said that most of you here today are being punished for defending me. Is this true?"

"Hell yes it is." Darryl Priest spoke up, "Nobody puts down our fine ass bitch. Besides you did my brother...a solid, that day he hooked up your security system."

"Oh, I remember Anthony, he was a cutie. Took forever to get the job done but I can understand why." She razzed them with her tongue, fluttering fingers over the length of her body. "I do have a fine ass don't I?"

Tilting her gaze downward as she contorts slightly in order to examine her curvaceous bottom, Piper realized her skirt still offered some cheekage. Tugging it down the entire room rallied a saddened, "Awwww maaaaann!" Shaking her head with a thin scowl she turned toward her desk and found it in her to have sympathy, mostly because she was loving their attention.

Looking at her heels she literally bent over to touch her shoe, her skirt rose higher than it was before, now her panties shared a wink at them over a scrumptious clam. The guys held their breath, and their boners. Every crotch in the house was affected in just that reveal. Standing up straight she ignored the skirt's high note and took a seat on her desk, temporarily hiding her cheeks. Leaving her legs uncrossed her hemline offered very thin peeks upward along her thighs as she settled in.

"Do you like being a Counsellor Miss Cherry?" Angus although a big sturdy young man was taking point as a voice of reason. He needed to keep his boys in check, and conversation was really the only way.

"Don't know, never been one until yesterday. I guess I'm a pretty good listener. I like getting to the bottom of peoples problems."

"I'd like to get to your bottom." Calvin Knobbs chuckles, his belly bouncing at his jest.

"Winded afterwards I'm certain." Her assessment found the boys pausing in reaction, wondering if he might retaliate, "At least you're trying to climb out of your gutter Calvin." She riled laughter at his expense. He nodded with a pucker, flipping off his teammates and fellow detainees.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Watch those birdies." She wagged a middle finger of her own at him, only making it look as if she mistakenly used the wrong finger, switching it to her index while the boys busted a gut.

"You're too much Miss Cherry." Calvin complimented her.

"More than your piggy bank has in it I'm afraid, Big Bad Wolf." She parted her legs slightly teasing them with a better view of her lace panties, 90% of which was nearly transparent. These panties were far more revealing than those worn on the day of her interview with Carl, the day she let boys in the gym see them. Pretty much only her tightly snug labia was hidden away.

Looking at her feet fanning about she sighs, "Word to the wise, don't wear six inch heels to work." She lifts one foot at a time and removes her shoes, setting them on her desk top next to her left hip. Bare foot she lifts her right foot and massages it before their very attentive gazes. No whispers heard she lifts her eyes to peer over her brow at their stone cold expressions. Eyes were locked on her massaging hand. Rather than bantering further, their tongues were licking lips, or biting them at the very least.

"Need help?" Antoine Boss, a Running Back choked up.

"Would you?" She dared herself to open up a can of worms. Buried deep, 21 worms of varying sizes were trying hard to dig their way to the surface. Hearing gasps Antoine jumped at the chance and strutted toward her with a flirtatious grin, the group worried she might panic. As he stood in front of Piper she glared up at him with her own mischievous eyes, poising her right foot an inch away from contact, directly over his tented jeans. A very big tent indeed.

"Anything for you Miss Cherry." He stepped forward and let her toes touch and edge his beast upright from its tilted angst. Before she could even react he snatched up her foot and began squeezing it. Her eyes and expression shared an almost euphoric response. The boys that couldn't see her directly scooted over in a shuffle of screeching desk legs. Like the night Josie massaged her feet Piper became putty to the touch. It was just as she told Josie...massaged feet and the sucking of her toes was her kryptonite. No lie. Supergirl was in trouble.

"Ohhhhhhh! That feels incredible." She almost moans but sheepishly grins. Lifting her leg higher to compensate his 6'2 height he shifted her backwards slightly in posture. He could see her panties vividly, including a thin wet crease where it counted. Grinning like the devil Antoine leered over his shoulder, "There's another foot here."

She shook her head at her shameless acceptance in allowing yet another pair of hands take hold of her. In a blur three young men jumped and fought to claim her left foot. Fellow Linebacker Toby Mellon claimed his prize and immediately shared his strength over her nerve endings. "FUCK ME! You two can do this anytime you want. My cubicle is always open for a good foot rub."

"Maybe we'll get detention more often. I like these panties more than the ones you wore last week." Toby chuckled, he being one of the group sitting next to her on the bleachers the day of her interview, sadly, only one step higher than where poor Travis had been tied up to today.

"Bad boys get hard time. I'm glad my panties are up to your standards." She stuck her tongue out at them.

"Always hard around you Miss Cherry." Antoine stuck his own tongue out as a mimicked challenger.

"I can only imagine what a full body massage might be like. Not going there..." She wagged her fuck you finger again. The two somewhat gentle giants laughed. As their Romeo moments continued their eyes zeroed in on her panties. Thinking alike, Toby took the lead in reciting, "40 yard line. Right up the middle."

A ballsy move made the two boys took her by surprise and shuffled two steps to their sides. Carrying her legs wider so that the whole room could see her panties better the group sighed. In their separation tactic she slid off balance backwards, forced to plant her palms on her desk to hold herself aloft. The crowd grew intrigued the second they saw her divide.

"Easy now Boys! I'm not the goal post here." She didn't dissuade them other than that, mainly because she loved the foot massage. "Just...the goal." She panted at her luxurious masseuses.

"Those are some really nice panties Miss Cherry." Football Safety Finn Rice concurred with Toby and pointed at her thighs as if he were the first to notice.

"These old things?" She hissed trying to maintain a positive demeanor under duress. "Toby beat you to the compliment, but thank you anyway." He turned red at being a copycat.

"Want us to stop rubbing your feet?" Antoine at least sounded gallant even after going over the top without asking. It was nice to know she had an out should she want it. That offer meant a lot to her.

"Why?" She winced, "I'm obviously in good hands. At least I know you can hold a football." More chuckles accompanied her humor. Respect was definitely building, as were egos.

"Your feet are sweaty." Toby laughed.

"My whole body is wringing wet." She huffed looking out at the hungry eyes swallowing her panties as if edible. "This heat keeps up I might need to stash a bikini in my office desk to get through detentions."

"That would be awesome. Make it a Micro." Corey Samson envisioned it aloud. Of course, everyone agreed with a rally of hopeful whispers. He was over being blamed for Travis Herbert's gym ordeal.

"Don't get your hopes too high. I'd like to keep my new job at least awhile longer. By the way Corey, I apologize for Carl and I insinuating you might have been a part of that Travis Herbert thing. We did have to do our jobs and investigate it. Your name just came up."

"All good! I come up a lot around you. Travis is a punk but I'd never do something that ballsy." Like hell he wouldn't others hid their expressions. No one really knew who hijacked Travis Herbert, but loyalty among thieves they would likely keep their mouths' shut if they did. They were too busy watering anyway.

"Aren't you afraid Principal Manley might walk in?" Antoine glanced at the door, a small window pane could easily allow for viewers should they arrive unexpectedly.

"Naaaaa! I have the males here eating me out...I mean eating out of my hand." She jested on purpose. "No getting ideas." She laughed fanning herself with only one hand holding her up. "Someone fix the air conditioning already." Her head tilts back while growling her frustrations at the hotbox.

In a bold move planned earlier she unbuttons the top two buttons of her already low cut dress, revealing the flesh below her bulging breasts halfway down to her belly button. She knew the risk, but wanted to know just how far these jocks might go. Temptation setting the stage she continues fanning herself. Not even seeing Dakota McKellen with her shirt unbuttoned the last two days could deviate what their current thoughts were. Piper had much bigger tits and was a much hotter lady. Not even Josie McKellen could compete with Jenna Jameson's hotter sister here. Knowing what Josie had gotten away with Piper had to remind herself something through a question. Why let her new Bestie have all the fun?

"Nice!" Toby nodded checking out her chest.

"Aren't they? I'm proud of the girls."

"So are we." Antoine glances at Toby to encourage he join him in taking another two steps over. The agreed upon move downfield leads to Piper's legs being pried even wider. Her panties were now tightening up inside her labia under the outstretched maneuver.

"Don't break me." She laughs, "Come on guys." Oh, they wanted to. "I think it's time to call it a day. Thanks for the foot massage." She expressed sighing with a grin, her request not being very convincing.

Growling the boys paused to look back at the class full of punks. In seeing their reaction Piper noticed cell cameras recording her awkward position. Shaking her head she chuckles, "So now I'm a Pornstar. Go me!" As if she was camera shy. Just ask Carl Manley, a matter of fact he too called her one.

"You could be. You got the rockin' body for one." Calvin huffed.

Antoine didn't want to let go, instead he chose a new tactic. Lifting her leg even higher he placed her toes in his mouth and began sucking on them. Her reaction was priceless. Jaw wide she melted at his sudden Hail Mary and belted out her favorite vulgarity, "FUCK ME! Godammit boy!" The response brought Toby into play, joining Antoine in sucking upon her other set of toes. "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! You found my weakness."

She fell flat on her back and tilted her head over the backside of her desk. Breathing heavily her breasts rose and fell dramatically as she enjoyed their feasting. More fanning of her fingers became rapid, she was overheating fast. Seeing her while recording her every move boys began leaving their seats to encircle the desk. In seconds boys were jumping up and down to try and see past those in front of them. Desks were even moved in formation to stand on for a better view.

Moaning with her eyelids closed she caressed her sweaty tits at the center, "So fucking hot." She rambled over and over. Angus, the once voice of reason stood between her parted legs and smirked at the gathered ensemble. He was the ringleader all along. Like a Surgeon carefully reaching over her body he unbuttoned the remainder of her six buttons on the dress but left it closed other than it's own parted movements. As she wiggled a bit in her thrilled thoughts while her head was arching backwards they heard her mumble, "Fuck me!" The verse met a worthy band of whispers admitting that they would love to. Lost in sensation she hadn't so much as felt the releasing of her own imprisonment. Even their own desired words had escaped her reality.

As voices raise Angus silences them with a threatening fist, he didn't want anybody alerting her to their devious seduction. Murmurs became the norm. "Miss Cherry?" Angus coaxed her back toward reality by patting her upper thigh on the inside. Eyes formerly retreated into the back of her head return to focus. Realizing she was surrounded she tries to rise but Antoine and Toby literally lift her ass off the desk, a pool of sweat lay beneath her cheeks. In lifting Piper her dress parted for a thin full frontal reveal that made guys clench their fists in triumph. Sensing her dress undone she lifts her head and looks over the horizon of her vibrantly glossy flesh.

"FUCK ME! You little bastards."

"Is that what you want?" Angus now eased his hands in and yanks her dress wide open, her perfect 38's now exposed. Before she could reach up to resist, she found hands gripping her wrists, holding her arms prisoner behind her head.

"Let me go." She advised them without aggression on her part. She aimed for a softer approach hoping this wouldn't get any further out of hand. "You've had your fun, now let me up."

Looking around at cell cameras recording her she knew she was ruined if the videos were abused. Not that she cared all that much, her life was shit overall anyway, thanks to her reputation being formerly married to a murderer. Although, nobody knew that just yet. Starting from scratch meant clawing her way back to the top. She really did need to paint her nails, she could see her little toe escaping Toby's lips. It was amazing she would think about such a thing under the conditions.

"Relax! We're not going to hurt you. We're only helping you...cool off." Angus winked at her sweaty features, they were all shiny to a certain extent under the sweltering atmosphere of the classroom. "Here! We'll cool off with you." Angus whips his football jersey and t-shirt beneath it off to share in some pretty buff musculature. Four other boys joined him in going shirtless.

"Not helping Angus." She winces. Even more guys dare to take their shirts off. She couldn't resist looking, she was just as curious as they were. Boys even loitered over her from all angles and began blowing on her, their lips less than an inch from her skin. A double breeze directly over her nipples found them rising tighter than ever before. "FUCK ME! That feels good." She made it known, "Blow harder you pussies." Oh, it was on. Cool exhales pelted every visible inch of exposed flesh, she couldn't resist giggling. "DAMMIT!"