A show for him, then another for his buddies.

"What do you want from me," Julie said, "her voice shaking."

"Don't worry," he said, "I'm not going to touch you--I prefer girls with tits. I just want a little show."

"What kind of show?"

"First, put your hands behind your head and turn in a circle." Julie did as he asked.

"Good, now pinch your nipples. No, harder. Okay, real nice. Now turn around and touch your toes. Again, but this time put your feet further apart. No, even wider."

Julie tried not to imagine what Jim Cooper could see as she bent down in front of him with her feet spread two shoulder-widths apart like they were.

"Woah, are you getting wet right now?" He said, then suddenly she felt a finger run along her slit. She squealed and fell forward onto the floor.

"Eeep! I thought you said you wouldn't touch me!"

"Well, I had to make sure I was right! You're getting turned on by this! You're a kinky slut, aren't you!"

"I am not. Anyway, that's enough. Give me back my shirt."

"Yeah, she's right," Mary cut in, "that's far enough, Jim."

"Hey, you don't make the rules here. Either you keep doing what I say or I'll give you back your shirt in pieces."

"Fine. What now?"

"Come with me."

"What? I can't go anywhere like this?"

"No one will see you we're going behind the groundskeepers shed where all the smokers hang out. I want to show them what a kinky slut you are."