A few days later, and another conversation with Bill

The next week had flown by faster than Bree had though it would. The first couple days had been the worst, or best, depending on how she wanted to look at it at any given moment, as she'd adapted to not wearing panties. She couldn't bring herself to wear a skirt, which had meant wearing jeans (if only she hadn't of taken those flip-flops off!), which meant rough seams rubbing her ever-sensitive pussy and clit. The first two days at school had been **** for her, as she was aroused by both knowing she had no panties on, and the constant friction from her jeans. How she'd avoided visible wet spots was still something of a miracle to her.

That Thursday, in her last period, her teacher had finally noticed her bare feet, though. While she'd managed to play it off as a broken flip-flop, she knew that wasn't going to work again, and the gig was up, for the moment. In light of that, she'd decided that the next night, she'd have to go back down to the school, and pay Bill another visit. When she did, though, she was going to have a brief discussion with him, though, as she'd had an idea involving her little game...

On Friday night, she made her way back down to the school. Her outfit consisted of skinny jeans, a thin, tight white blouse, through which she could faintly make out her black bra, and socks and sneakers this night.

As she let herself in through one of the side doors, she decided to go find Bill straightaway. She wanted to make sure he knew she was there, and set some terms for her game with him, before the fun began. A faint warmth sprang to life in her loins as she thought about what she was about to do, clashing with the nervous energy coursing through her.

A few moments later, she found herself steeling her nerves before she quietly pushed the door to Bill's office open. He looked up from his movie as she slipped through the door, a faint smile cracking his face as he looked appreciatively at her outfit.

"I see you've come back again. Ready for another load of cum?" Bill punctuated his statement by standing and reaching for his fly, before stopping as Bree waved her hand in his direction, stammering, "Well, ye-, no, uh, not right now." Bill's face registered a brief note of confusion, then annoyance. "The terms were when-"

"Patience, Bill. I didn't get a chance to explain what I was doing here, and I think you'll find it rather intriguing." The words spilled rapidly out of her mouth, a nervous warble tinging them. She was going to bring Bill in on this, right?

As Bill cocked an eyebrow, and before he could slip a word in, she continued, "I was down here last week because I was playing a little game, you see? The reason you found me naked is because I hid my clothes around the school." Bill's eyebrows shot up at that, but she continued on, more steadily than she'd began, before he could say anything. "The game is rather simple. I stash my clothes around the school. Then, in the order I removed them, I recover them and put them back on. Anything I fail to recover, I can't wear ever again. If I have to remove something to put something back on, I pay a penalty."

Bill furrowed his brow as he processed what she had said, his dick stirring in his pants as he mulled over the possibilities. He offered an amused grunt, then asked, "So you're telling me you literally won't wear something you don't retrieve? And what's the deal with penalties?"

Bree grinned, happy that Bill seemed hooked on the idea. This would make things more challenging, more thrilling, than she had originally planned, and she found herself excited to potentially have a partner in her game. She popped the button of her jeans open, sliding the zip down just enough to show the top of her shaven mound. "You can see I don't have panties on. That's because I slingshotted them into the gym rafters last week. I can never wear panties again, unless I find a way to get that pair back first." Bill's prick abruptly hit full mast as he heard that, a sly grin touching his lips as Bree explained how her penalties for removing her flip-flops and shirt to redress had worked.

A slightly hungry look clouded his eyes as he looked into Bree's, as he bluntly stated, "And you want me to participate in this game." Bree grinned widely back at him. "Yes, yes I do. Any clothing of mine you find, you can either choose to keep, or make me pay a penalty to reclaim. Anytime I replace something out of order, you get to choose the penalty I pay, keeping in mind that I still get to wear that item, just modified somehow. If you catch me while I'm out there, well, you know what you get for that. I get a half hour head start, and let's say two hours after that to reclaim my things before the game ends." She smirked a bit as she saw Bill's face redden, knowing she had him hooked.

"Deal." Bill stuck his hand out, and Bree grasped it firmly. He glanced at the clock in his office, and stated, "It's 12:29 right now, Bree. I'll start looking for you at 1AM sharp." A faint, excited squeal passed through Bree's lips as she yanked the door open, tossing a sultry glance and breathy "Catch me if you can!" over her shoulder as the door shut behind her.