The Zip Files Bk. 01: Zip Unzips Ch. 09

Zip Unzips

Episode One of The Zip Files - the Saga of a Lesser Super-Villain

Recap: Zack "Zip" Zilch has discovered he has the mutant powers to control women's clothing and enlarge his penis. He has used these powers to seduce, blackmail, and subjugate his buxom biology teacher, Mrs. Denise Sablier. Now, after a weekend off on his own exploring his powers, Zip feels ready to start trying to use them in earnest on his mission: to fuck every hot rich girl in school. Starting with his mortal enemy. But first, he'll need a little help...

Notes: all characters depicted in this work are over the age of eighteen.

Also, *mild spoilers* this chapter features a self-professed lesbian getting off to being fingered by a dude (though not to anything more than that). I have no idea how 'realistic' that is, though I would imagine not very. I mean, sexuality is a spectrum after all so there are almost certainly some girls out there who fall into that set of boundaries, but perhaps not that many. Hopefully it's not enough to throw off anyone's suspension of disbelief, but wanted to call it out in advance just in case.

Chapter 9: Zip Tells Someone His Secret

On Monday, school was back in session and Molly was back from vacation.

They met up outside for lunch and sat at a picnic table. All around them other students swirled by. Some parked themselves on the grass, or at other tables. Sitting side by side, he looked around at passing hotties as he ate, while she mostly nibbled at her lunch as she scribbled in her notebook. But as he ogled, Zip felt a nervous inner turmoil raging inside him. It was similar to what he had felt before each of the few occasions, prior to the emergence of his powers, that he had worked up the courage to actually approach and proposition one of his classmates - all of which had at that time gone spectacularly poorly.

He had a strong urge to have someone he could talk about everything that was happening to him. If he didn't - if he bottled up everything inside without any outlet - he was worried he might go insane. And Molly was pretty much the only remotely suitable candidate. His mother was not reliable, even if he did want to discuss fucking ladies with her - which he didn't. Mrs. Sablier might be under his thumb, but she absolutely could not know the truth of what had happened to her. And besides those three, he didn't have anyone at all. But...

'Can I tell her?' Zip thought, as he ate. 'Can I not? It will only get harder, the longer I wait. But how will she react? She might be offended, and get mad at me. But if not her... then who? Fuck...'

Oblivious to the emotional maelstrom he was going through right beside her, Molly continued to scribble away as she took another bite.

Zip and Molly were a lot alike, in that each was deeply frustrated by the hostility of their fellow classmates towards their own desires. In Zip's case, this had mostly been sublimated into endless masturbation and pornography. Molly did her fair share of that too, but her primary outlet was art. She drew constantly, detailed images of what she wanted to do to and with her classmates. It was the theft of one of these drawings that had outed her to the school, before she had ever actually gotten around to making a move.

But oppression had not made a saint out of her, any more than it had him. Seneca said that slaves would be tyrants were the choice theirs, and Molly dreamt of tyranny just as much as Zip. While the actual drawing that had been stolen had been innocuous enough - just her kissing another girl - much of what filled her notebook were carefully detailed images of far darker fantasies than that. Among the images Zip most remembered was one of her whipping a team of eight cheerleaders forward, all yoked together like oxen, with bits in their teeth and blinders on their faces; and another of her sitting at a desk while Mrs. Sablier and another teacher she had the hots for competed to lick her feet.

Now curious, he leaned over to see what she was drawing now. Upon her paper she had a nearly complete picture of a deep pit. She was standing at the top, and at the bottom knelt five of the most publically pious hotties in the school. They were all naked. With speech bubbles extending from their lips, they appeared in the middle of desperately trying to out-bid each other to be the one she released... in exchange for higher and higher numbers of hours spent reverently lapping their tongues up between Molly's legs.

Sitting back, Zip stared ahead a second. 'Yeah,' he thought for a second as beside him his curvy companion carefully added a little more detail to one of her prisoners' faces. 'It's her or nobody. But how should I tell her?'

Then he got a sudden impulse for how to do it, and just went with it.

Taking another bite from his PB&J sandwich, Zip set it down and turned to her. Molly had just taken another bite from her container and was busily drawing.

"I fucked Mrs. Sablier," he told her.

"Right," Molly said. She continued to draw. "So did I. Twice."

"No, really," he repeated. "I fucked Mrs. Sablier."

She finally looked up, and turned to look at him. She took a bite, chewed it, and then swallowed, all still looking at him, before she bothered to reply.

"I heard you," she said. "Sure, yeah right. What's the joke? What are you going for here?"

"I told you, I fucked Mrs. Sablier," he said.

She shook her head. "No, you didn't," she said.

"Yes, I did," he said. He started to get out his phone.

"No, you really didn't."

"Yes, I did," he said and handed it to her.

"No, you fucking did not JESUS H. CHRIST!"

She gaped in shock at the video he had just handed her. She leaned in real close, to make sure it was really him, and not just a previously undiscovered porno from back in Denise's younger days he had discovered. Then she pulled her head back and shook it in disbelief. "You really did nail her..." she said, watching him go. Then her eyes went screwy, as she noticed something. "Holy balls man, what happened to your PENIS?!"

"Keep your voice down," he pleaded with her - glad they had picked a table far from anyone else. A few people did look up - but based on their smirks, they immediately assumed that anything unusual Molly had noticed about Zip's nethers involved weird growths or bits falling off rather than being mind-bogglingly oversized. Molly shook her head, still staring.

"It wasn't that long ago I gave you a handy-J, Zip," she said, handing his phone back. "If you had had that... thing... then, I'd have tired my arm out just getting in one stroke from the base to the tip. There is no way I could have closed my fingers around that fucking thing and... that's not how I remember things going to say the fucking least. What happened to you? You get some disease I've never heard of but that every guy presumably wants?"

Zip squirmed, and then looked at her. "I think I'm a mutant," he said.

She tilted her head back and forth, trying on the thought in much the same way she would try out a possible new toy. "Okay, sure," she said. She thought about it another second. "So my best friend turns out to be a guy with the mutant power of Penis... and I'm a lesbian. Man, God really does hate me doesn't he? Was a Girl with the Power of Tongue too much to ask for?"

"I don't think that's my primary power," he said. "I think that's a secondary."

"Then what is your primary?" she asked.

"Well... watch," he said.

He looked around, trying to spot a likely target. It wasn't hard to choose. Right in front of them about ten meters out onto a patch of grass, two beauties lay out on a blanket chatting and studying. It was a big part of why they had both chosen this particular table. They had their asses faced back to Zip and Molly. To the left, Aubrey Harrison was wearing jeans. She was one of the ones in the pit. But to the right, April Peterson was wearing a pleated skirt. She wasn't in the pit, but if Molly had had room on her paper for another couple more she probably would have been.

"Look there," he said, nodding towards April's ass. Molly didn't need much encouragement.

He reached out with his mind. Slowly, the skirt stirred. Slowly, it lifted upwards.

"What the..." Molly said. But, squirming, she continued to watch as a hint of bright pink appeared in the shadowy space between April's legs. Slowly, both as a bit of drama and to make sure the obliviously chatting beauty didn't feel it, he inched her skirt up and up until it was bunched up at the top of her ass. Sunning herself in the middle of the school yard, April Peterson lay with her entire ass exposed, wiggling back and forth in a skimpy pair of pink panties.

"Holy shit..." Molly said.

"Hold your applause until the end," Zip said. Leaving the skirt in place, he seized hold of April's panties. He saw Molly swallow as the panties stirred, and lifted up off the distant hotty's glorious bubble-butt. He peeled them up and over her butt and then tugged them down unnaturally into the space between her thighs. Her crotch pulled out of the way... and they were looking right at her pussy.

"Jesus Christ," Molly said. Reaching up, she groped her own breast, and took a deep breath.

"Yep," Zip said. As they watched, April squirmed a bit on her tummy. She must have been discussing some hot boy or something else arousing, because before their eyes a little moisture appeared to glisten between her exposed nether lips. Then, hastily, Zip slid her panties back up into place and pulled her skirt back down before anyone saw... but left just a little gap, showing off the lower cheeks of her ass and her once more panty-clad mound, for them to continue peeking through at their leisure.

"Uh... okay..." Molly said, swallowing, still staring up that inviting opening. "Okay yeah, that's... a little more relevant to my interests."

"Over there," he said, pointing. In another direction, very close to them, Stephanie Miller had just stood up from her table. She was stretching and had her eyes closed. No one else was looking. With just a quick raise of his fingers, Zip raised her shirt. Molly stared. He let the shirt lower, just in time for Stephanie to open her eyes, smile, and start picking up her books.

"Huh," Molly said. "Those were C-cups, at least. I didn't realize she had filled out that much."

"Any requests?" Zip asked.

"Hmmm..." Molly said. She turned her head and looked away.

"I said, any requests?" Zip repeated.

"I know, I know, I'm looking!" she snapped. Then she suddenly bounced up and down and spun back. "Ooh! Ohh! Kendra Gardner, in a skirt, ten o'clock," she hissed, eagerly.

Zack turned and looked casually in that direction. Kendra was indeed heading straight past them, along the path. She had her books held up near her chest, and two prominent golden cross earrings in her ears. She had been in the pit too - the second one Molly had drawn, after Tiffany Lord herself. Zack lifted his hand, readying himself. Then suddenly Molly's hand shot out and seized his.

"Wait," she said. She squirmed. "I'm getting second thoughts about this," she said. "I mean... is it really right? You're my friend, but you're a dude. I'm not sure I can let you do this to my fellow-"

"Ooooh!" Kendra said. Voluptuous hips sashaying showily, she smiled a predatory smile as she saw who was sitting at the table she was about to pass. She stopped and smirked down at them. "You are the last two I would expect to be holding hands!" she teased. Her smirk broadened. "Are you trying some pray-away-the-gay therapy?" she asked.

Molly took a sharp breath. Then she smiled. "No, but thanks," she said, releasing Zip's hand. She pointed at a spot just behind Kendra. "You dropped something, actually."

"Oh," Kendra said. Turning around she leaned over, studying the pavement.

Molly turned to Zip, and nodded towards Kendra's uplifted curvy ass.

"Fuck this bitch and every one like her," she hissed, eagerly.

Zip obliged. Kendra's skirt went flying up like someone had stuck an industrial fan under it, while she peered obliviously at the pavement.

"Woah..." Zip said, staring.

"Wow..." Molly gasped.

Face screwing up, Kendra stood back up. Her skirt fell back down around her thighs.

"Just because you're a blasphemer, doesn't give you license to play tricks like that!" she said primly. Then she strutted onwards.

Zip and Molly just stared after her as she left... the memory of Kendra's naked vulva, presented up right in front of them at a range of two feet, still dancing through both their heads.

"Guess... she was in a real hurry this morning..." Zip said.

"That's one explanation..." Molly said.

Suddenly, Zip's phone beeped. He drew it out, and looked at it.

"Oh, good" he said, grinning. "It's my daily tribute from Denise."

"Your what in the who now?" Molly asked, confused.

Craning her head up, she looked over his shoulder, curious. Seeing the picture initially load tiny, Zip flipped his phone sideways to match the intended orientation, and it expanded to fill the screen. Still it was dark enough, that for a second both blinked, staring at it. Then, Molly gasped softly.

"From under her desk," she said.

"Oh!" Zip said. "Of course!"

There were just enough details visible - the edge of her board, the edge of her seat, to work it out.

The buxom teacher - as Zip was eventually able to confirm when he saw her in person - was wearing a long, loose floral-print skirt. Her legs were spread wide, and the view looked directly up between them. Though the image was shadowy, once they oriented themselves it was clear what they were looking at.

"Guess Kendra wasn't the only one who decided to go commando today," Molly said, as she observed at the image of the second naked vulva they had seen in as many minutes.

Though in Denise's case, it wasn't much of a mystery why. At the edge of the frame, a couple of glistening, dripping fingers made it quite clear how she had been taking advantage of her underwear-free day, while sitting and eating by herself at her desk.

"Hmmm..." Molly said, and shook her head. "There are some benefits to having your own classroom, I guess. Lucky bitch!"

A little while later, after finishing their own lunch, they walked together side by side. At this point he had filled her in on everything - from his subjugation of Mrs. Sablier to his day out and his conversation with Isabel. Molly briefly appeared lost in thought.

"So... what are you planning exactly?" she asked him, finally.

"Well... uh..." Zip said. "I mean I guess I could get more ambitious, try to use my powers of making women's underwear fall down to bring about world peace or solve global warming or something but, really, to be honest... I'm just planning to fuck them."

"Fuck who?" she asked.

He thought about it for a second. "Everyone really," he said. "Every girl in San Caj. Except you. I suppose you're going to tell me that that's not really a very good use of-"

"Oh, fuck no, that's an awesome plan!" she said. Her eyes bored greedily into two pretty peers passing them in short skirts and thick sweaters, then turned back up to him. "The fireworks alone will make for an interesting show, at the very least. I'm sure as shit not going to stop you. I'll even help," she said. "On two conditions." Turning back, she held up two fingers.

"What are they?" he asked.

"One," she said. "I want pictures. Lots of pictures." She held up a second finger. "Two... if any of your sloppy seconds turn out to be open to, you know, some experimentation, then I have dibs. I mean, I know not actual dibs, but you fucking tell me right the fuck away. Got it?"

"Deal," he said. He stuck out his hand, and they shook on it.

"It's agreed then," she said, releasing his hand.

"What is?" he asked.

She looked up at him and cocked her head. "That I'm going to be your sidekick," she said. "Or like your Jeeves or Watson or whichever stupid bimbo is hanging out around the Doctor this season. That is what you were after, right? I assumed you were angling for something like that."

"Sure, if that's what you want?" he said.

She turned and looked up at him. "Zip, what I want is to have your power myself. But I also want a pony, and instead of waiting around to get either, I'll take what I can get while the getting is good."

"What would you do with a pony?" he asked.

"You know I'd never thought about that," she said. She pondered for a moment. "Barbecue it?"

"Welcome aboard," he said.

"Beats being just another loser," she said. "Now I'm on team Super Loser."

She looked around eagerly, at all the other passing classmates.

"So you've done Mrs. Sablier and some trailer park slut," she said. She studied the various passing hotties as if she was perusing a video game character selection screen and trying to figure out who she wanted to see wrecked first. "So... who are you going after next, and when?" she asked.

"I have someone in mind," he assured her, cryptically. "And soon. But I'm going to need your help, first, to prepare. Which is why I asked you today."

"Oh, sure," she said. She thought about it a second. "What do you want, some pointers on your tongue work? Because, to be honest, I don't really have much experience with that yet, either. Other than like, what I've read on websites and stuff."

"That would be great, but... look we covered roles and niches in nature, right? I'm a natural 'ambush' predator. I can take her by surprise in a way she won't expect. But I'm going to need to make that first strike count. So I need to know how to get a pussy going fast, just with touch. Through panties, and without. But that means I'm going to need a pussy to practice on."

He glanced down, then back up at her face.

"Can, uh... can I use yours?"

Molly's jaw dropped. "I, uh... don't think every girl's pussy is the same..." she said, cocking her head, by way of evading the initial question. "We like, like, different things? That's what I've read online at least..."

"Sure," he said. "But having a ton of practice on one will still put me way ahead of the curve."

Molly blinked, and then swallowed.

"So... what are you asking, exactly?" she asked, squirming.

"We don't have much homework yet, and I have nothing going on this weekend. So every night this week, and all through this weekend, I want to keep my hand down between your legs. I want to try from in front and behind, with you standing and you sitting, with panties and without. I want to keep practicing over and over until I can take you from zero to cumming as fast and as often as I can."

Molly stared at him, biting her lip, for several seconds, and gave him a very long look.

"Well, I mean... if you're going to twist my arm and everything..." she said.

~~~~~

So began a week of exploration on both their parts.

That evening, Molly came over to Zip's house and they got to it. The night, predictably enough, was very frustrating for them both. Molly lay back and did her best to pretend the fingers probing of their own accord inside her were simply a very advanced AI-controlled sex toy. A failed prototype, given how much ineffectual flailing was going on, leading to absolutely no moistening of her pussy. Despite his early luck with Mrs. Sablier and Isabel, Zip still had no idea what he was doing.

Gasping with displeasure, Molly repeatedly had to pull his hand aside and then attempt to show him what she actually liked, but he was very bad at replicating. He ended the night with cramped and sore fingers, and she ended the night feeling like a badly used piece of meat. But... she still came back the next night.

Tuesday night things got a bit better... but only a bit.