What's next?

Her infiltration really begins

A woman stood at the front of the room, and she was frankly gorgeous. Wavy blonde hair sat on her shoulders, she had bright red lips and dazzling blue eyes. Her knockout figure was poured into a skintight black suit.

"Good morning, everyone." She smiled at the assembled teenagers. "I think everyone is here now, so we can begin." Tintin was glad that the rest of the group sat down, so she could remain in her chair.

"This weekend is about seeing who really deserves the scholarship." The woman continued, "My name is Miss Debarge, I currently run the foundation and I will be making the decision along with the rest of the faculty who you will meet over the course of the process. Now, in a moment you will be put into your groups for the weekend, but first, is Miss Louisa Holmes-Bonney here?"

It took Tintin a moment to realise she was being called for, in her alias. Suddenly realising, she lifted her hand.

"Please come here and join me, Louisa."

Tintin gulped, wondering if somehow she had already been found out. She stood, ready to fight or flee if she was about to be exposed as a spy.

There was a snap and a flump and Tintin found herself exposed in a different way, as her trousers broke and dropped to the floor. The front of her panties was not as see-through as the back, but was just as bright and decorated with flowers.

"Oh, jeez!" Tintin looked down at herself, aghast, as the room erupted in laughter.

"I was just going to say," Miss Debarge stifled her own laughter, "that you're the first student from your school to make it here. Maybe this is a clue why."

"What school is it," one of the boys shouted out, "a clown college?"

Tintin blushed red and started to sink back into her chair, but suddenly Miss Debarge began calling out names for groups and the room was a bustle of activity, and she could not even see her trousers any more.

She had **** but to go along, shuffling off to her group wearing her blouse, tie, jacket and underwear.