Community Service with familar faces

The drive, and the precious privacy it provided Lauren was all to brief. In moments they were pulling up the school parking lot. Lauren's school. She was going to her own school in an bikini meant for a child! She cringed, feeling her leg's shaking before she even left the car.

She was **** to get out of the car, but her sister simply opened her door and hauled her to her feet. Holding Lauren by the bicep she hauled her forward. Lauren struggled to keep up, shuffling awkwardly to keep her undersized jelly sandals on. They approached around the side of the building, where Vanessa had been told to bring Lauren. There stood a man with a clipboard and two students at the college.

Lauren recognized them instantly. There was a guy in a leather jacket, with spiked short hair and a nose ring. Jason, total bad boy and total stud. Lauren normally went for the more clean cut guys, but Jason was such a smoldering hottie she'd often called out his name when she pleasured herself, thinking about him.

With him was Nancy. Nancy, white trash Ho Lauren had known since youth. Her and Nancy had actually been close friends when they were little. But, as they grew, their social standings went opposite ways. Lauren became debutante and local social queen. Nancy, living in a trailer park, became a rebellious, beer guzzling free spirit. Lauren had started the nick name 'Nasty Nancy' in high school, and could recall seeing Nancy, in her torn up Metallica shirt and cut off, tears welling in her eyes as Lauren and her friends chanted it.

Lauren froze in terror, but her sister pushed her forward. Three sets of eyes turned to her...