Housekeeping/Cooking

All the students leave the room one by one.

This time Cassie is not worried that she will be late for the next lesson, as there is only a short 15-minute break.

But then she remembers that Chelsea still has her dress.

So Cassie grabs her bag and quickly heads to the front hall.

On the way, she scratches her itchy vagina a few times through her gown, but keeps it tightly closed.

She reaches the anteroom and... Neither Chelsea nor Vicky are there.

She goes back into the lab and neither are they! ("Fuck!") Cassie thinks to herself.

Now she has to walk around the school in this broken lab coat.

She goes back into the anteroom and is about to leave when she hears a voice.

"Stop!" Cassie stops and feels caught out.

"You can't just walk out of here with your smock, glasses and gloves!" Says the voice.

Cassie turns around.

There stands Olivia, another student. But not just a normal student.

She is something like the lab supervisor.

Cassie puts the glasses in the designated compartment and throws the gloves into a bucket where the used gloves are placed to be disinfected again.

Then she turns around again.

"Cassie, the gown!" Says Olivia.

"Yeah... I thought I could borrow it..." Says Cassie sheepishly.

"You know very well that there's so much stealing going on here that a chaperone has been chosen in every class. So you're definitely not going to 'borrow' anything, otherwise I'll have to report you for theft! And believe me, I'd love to do that!" Says Olivia seriously.

"Please, I'll bring it back later!" Cassie says pleadingly. But Olivia remains firm.

"No! Nothing is borrowed here! Put it back or I'll tell the teacher!" She says.

"Olivia, come here please, we have to search the warehouse. We're missing another Bunsen burner and it can't really be that it was stolen with the chain!" She hears the teacher calling from inside, but Cassie doesn't really understand what he's saying.

"I'll be right there." Olivia calls back.

"If it's not hanging there when I get back, then I know who's got it!" Olivia says to Cassie and goes back into the lab.

Cassie is now standing alone in the anteroom.

She really must leave the lab coat here, otherwise Olivia would tell on her and she might be expelled from school.

Cassie takes off the lab coat, hangs it on the hook provided and notices another tugging at her clitoris.

("Shit! I almost forgot about that part!") she thinks to herself.

She takes the burner out of her smock pocket and puts it in her bag.

The chain is so long that she has to wrap it around the burner a few times.

Then she scratches herself again.

This itch... At this point... the problem is that every time she scratches herself, she gets itchy. She stands still for a moment.

Should she really walk around the school naked now?

But Olivia takes this decision away from her by coming back and saying.

"Why the hell are you perverted naked?" and makes her storm out of the room.

"If I'd known, you could have had the gown!" Olivia says, but Cassie doesn't hear her anymore.

Panicked, she runs into the hallway.

When she realizes this, she hides and is glad that no one has seen her yet.

She needs to think... N

ext she has home economics lessons. And that involves cooking.

The cooking is not graded, but the participation is. So in theory, it doesn't matter whether you mess up a dish or not, as long as you do something, you're guaranteed a good grade.

She just has to manage to get into the kitchen, get one of the long aprons, tie it on and then get a table at the very back so that nobody can see from behind that she is naked.

As she crouches there in the corner, she doesn't notice how she is scratching herself again.

If anyone really saw her, they would definitely think she was a pervert.

The cooking class isn't very far away either.

She just has to go up the stairs and then into the second room....

Luckily for Cassie, most of the students are probably downstairs somewhere getting a snack or just a few minutes of fresh air.

Because when Cassie steps onto the stairs, she doesn't see anyone. She hears a lot of people, but she doesn't see anyone.

She runs up the stairs as fast as she can. And as if by a miracle, Cassie makes it to the cooking class with her heart beating extremely fast.

And luckily for her, no one else is there yet. She quickly grabs an apron that would come up to her chest.

But first she has to solve the problem with the burner and the chain.

She tries her vagina piercing ring one after the other.

But nothing can be done at this point. Without the right tool, she can't get the clasp open. The situation is different on the other side....

If she were to take the burner apart, she would surely be able to get the chain off.

So Cassie listens, quickly throws on a hat, stands in a corner of the room and continues to fiddle with the burner.

She screws it around, then back again, then the other one off, that didn't help... Then the part... and that itch! Then she turns it again and then it... But even after minutes, she can't get it to come apart.

"Cassie, please go to your seat." She suddenly hears a voice.

The teacher is already there. A younger woman, only a few years older than the pupils themselves.

Cassie looks up.

The whole class is there...

Even the tables at the back, where she actually wanted to sit, are occupied.

She looks around.

In this cooking class, teams of three are always formed and Vicky is already happily waving Cassie over.

Luckily, her table is also right at the back. Then Vicky sends Mike, a big strong guy from the football team, who Cassie knows too well from earlier on the bus, to fetch her. He takes her bag and grabs her hand.

"Come on, you're in our group." And leads her out of the corner, against her will, to the table.

Cassie is embarrassed all over again as she is dragged along with the Bunsen burner in her hand.

But luckily no one notices her embarrassing situation. Cassie wants to put the torch in her pocket, but it's not there.

The chain hangs down to the floor and she has to be careful not to accidentally step on it.

So she puts it on the table until she can put it back in her bag.

"I'm sorry I'm late, something was stolen from the lab again and we had to look for it, unfortunately without success." Says Olivia, who is now standing in the doorway.

Cassie quickly decides that hiding the burner in one of the drawers would be a better solution than keeping it open like this. If Olivia sees her with it, she'll be sure to report it.

So she opens a drawer, throws the burner in and closes the drawer again.

The teacher just nods, points to a table where there are only two students and starts her lesson.

Olivia glances briefly at Cassie, but then looks away again, her head red. She probably suspects that she isn't wearing anything under her cap now either.

The teacher distributes the tasks to the individual tables.

"Please make a pasta. Use the recipe on page 57. The ingredients are all in the pantry." When the teacher is at one of the other tables, Vicky leans over to Cassie.

"What's that for?" She asks with interest, following the chain with her hands and giving it a tug.

"Ahh." Cassie groans.

"Wait, you're not serious, are you?" Vicky asks, now feeling where the chain ends.

"You little perverted bitch!" She says delightedly. "You're completely wet!" She mentions the state of Cassie's vagina, which is constantly irritated by the itching.

Then she opens the drawer and wants to get the burner out.

But Cassie takes her hand and says.

"No! Olivia's looking for it! She'll report me!" And immediately curses herself after she says it, but this itch is driving her crazy, she can hardly think straight. She would love to scratch it now.

"Oh, then I guess it'd better stay our secret, you hear Mike?" Vicky says, puts the burner back and closes the drawer again.

"You can start." Says the teacher as she explains to all the tables which recipe they should make.

"I'll get the ingredients from the Warehouse." Vicky says and leaves.

Mike, who has heard and watched everything, stays with Cassie and looks at her greedily.

He stretches his arm behind Cassie and strokes her back, down to her bottom. He had suspected it, but now he has absolute certainty.

This perverted girl is standing next to him dressed only in a skirt.

Cassie can't do anything about it and feels completely at her mercy.

Vicky comes back with the ingredients and puts them on the table.

At first they also start cooking as normal, with Cassie struggling with the fact that she can't move very far from her position as the chain prevents her from doing so.

In between, she scratches herself through the apron from time to time, which unfortunately excites her more and more, and the fact that Mike keeps stroking her bare bottom as he walks past her doesn't make it any better.

"What's wrong with you? Are you that horny?" Vicky asks her in a whisper.

Cassie doesn't know why she blurts it out, but probably desperation makes her say it too.

"I got some of that itchy acid on my vagina and it's driving me crazy!"

"But the teacher said what helps with that," Vicky says.

"Yes... But I don't know what helps with jellyfish poison!" Says Cassie, suffering.

"Go ahead and scratch yourself. I've been looking on the internet for so long." Vicky now says surprisingly nicely.

"Oh yes, please do that!" Says Cassie and starts scratching under her apron.

It's like a weight has been lifted off Cassie as she starts scratching herself.

Vicky reads. [In the case of a source bite, it helps to rinse the area with plain clean water. Dumping bodily fluids such as spit, urine or similar on the affected area is a misconception].

"Body fluids are supposed to help." Lies Vicky.

"What?" Cassie asks, blushing.

"Something like spit, urine or well... your own juice." Says Vicky.

"You're not serious!" Whispers Cassie. Vicky shows Cassie the excerpt from the article that says

"Dumping bodily fluids, such as spit urine or the like on the affected area" Cassie reads half aloud so that Vicky can hear her, then Vicky pulls the phone away and finishes the sentence with.

"Recommended." It says.

"Fuck it, I'm going insane!" Says Cassie, spits on her hand and rubs her vagina with it.

And yes, it does bring some immediate relief, but it doesn't last long.

"It doesn't really help!" Cassie complains quietly.

"It needs a lot more and you need to rub it in harder!" Lies Vicky.