A new contender

An hour earlier...

Adam watches as Nathalie climbs in through the window of Miss Wilson's house and drops out of view. Dammit! He hadn't expected her to actually go through with it - he'd thought she'd have chickened out by now and he'd be tying her down to the bed. But it looks like she actually intends to do it!

He licks his lips nervously. The thought of being dominated and fucked by Nathalie with a strapon is strangely exciting, if he is honest with himself, but he knows she will brag about it for years to come.

Then he sees Miss Wilson coming home, looking super hot in a slinky grey dress and boots, accompanied by a good looking couple. He grins. Nathalie is caught! She would end up at his tender mercy before the night was out!

But after the trio have gone into the house it goes quiet again. Nathalie doesn't reappear, and there are no signs of police. He checks his watch. What's she doing? Hiding somewhere in the house?

He fiddles with his phone. How do I put her off, he thinks. I need to throw her game. Make her nervous. Get her caught. So he finds a picture of a red ball-gag and sends it to her, with a caption saying "ready to quit yet, little girl?"

He pictures her indignation and grins. Hopefully she might even have forgotten to put her phone on silent. You never know your luck!

He waits at the window for any sign of a change, and he's still crouching there when the door opens and Cassie's friend Jenny comes in to reclaim her hairbrush.

She freezes. He looks at her in horror.

Her eyes widen in delight.

She looks great, wearing a simple grey top and a pair of tight black leggings. She is quite short and slight, with an impish face and long dark hair, but curvey in all the right places and quite fit. She is a little younger than Adam, a little older than Cassie.

With the incredible speed of recovery and reaction common only to teenage girls with smartphones, she whips out her camera and snaps a picture of Adam in Nathalie's school uniform, and then pegs back down the corridor laughing.

"No!" Adam says in a strangled voice and chases after her.

Jenny disappears into Cassie's room and he hears the door lock. He bangs on it. "Jenny? Jenny! Come on! Give me that phone!"

He hears laughter, and bangs on the door again. "Come on, open up!" he shouts helplessly.

Eventually, the lock clicks and the door opens. Cassie's room is a thing of pink horrors, decorated with pictures of well groomed earnest young men with microphones. Jenny is standing primly in front of the computer desk, swinging the phone challengingly.

"I've uploaded the picture to the cloud," she says immediately. "So you can't do anything about it." She looks him up and down and smirks. "My, my, my.... If only Cassie knew what you two were getting up to! Do you think she'd like to see the photo?"

"Where is Cassie?"

"Out. She was letting me use her computer. She just texted me to get her hairbrush." Jenny grins. "I'm so glad. I wouldn't want to have missed this. Give me a twirl!"

"What? No!"

Jenny smiles slyly. "Oh really....?"

Dammit! Reluctantly, Adam spins slowly, Nathalie's plaid dress flapping around his knees.

"Nice socks!" Jenny giggles. "I always thought our uniform was nicer though. Is this a kinky thing? Maybe you could try it on later!"

"I lost a bet."

"Aw, and she made you wear a girl's school uniform? Brilliant! Well, I'm sure you deserved it." Jenny paces the room a little. "Where is Nathalie, anyway?"

"Out."

"I got that. Tell me where," Jenny says, a hint of threat in her voice.

What choice does he have? Adam tells her everything - about the original bet in Chapman Hall, the forfeit, and the bet that Nathalie is currently undertaking. Jenny's eyes widen.

"You pair of perverts," Jenny says finally, when the tale is told. She reflects for a moment. "You know, I never liked Nathalie Chapman. I think she needs to be brought down a peg or two, don't you? Follow me."

Jenny leads him back to his room, and they look out over the estate. Moments later, Nathalie emerges from Miss Wilson's house, looking a little red faced. I wonder if she managed to get the panties, Adam thinks.

They watch as she makes her way along the road, dodging the street gang, around to the back of Rocko's house. She finds an open window and, with a small guilty look around, climbs through.

"She's going to beat you, you know. Rocko's away on holiday." Jenny smirks. "Those panties are as good as claimed." She shrugs. "Well. Let's spice this up a bit for our poor heroine."

She picks up the phone and quickly dials a three digit code. "Hello, police? I'd like to report a burglary in progress."

She winks at Adam. "I want that posh girl tied up and blindfolded tonight," she whispers. "But don't think you the one that will get to enjoy it!"