Inspire Brooke

That plotting and scheming came to an end when you noticed a certain chubby butt strutting around the cafeteria in search of a table. Brooke was looking like a snack in her bandit outfit. She was holding onto a lunch tray and nervously waddling up to tables to see if she could sit down. Everyone of course glares, and turns her away, for they've all heard the sorted rumors of The Bottomless Bandit.

She wanders with increasing desperation down the social hierarchy of tables, before even the chess club at long last rejects her. She sniffles and slunks away towards the bathroom.

Your chest hurts. "What's this feeling? It's as if my actions causing pain to another human, are somehow harming me."

Chad looks up at you from his nuggets. "Are you talking about guilt dude?"

You snap your fingers. "I think so, I've heard about that. How do I get rid of it?"

"You do something nice?"

"I see." You wave your hands in the air. "Hey Brooke! We have an open seat over here."

You see her freeze in the middle of the cafeteria. Curious students all look her way, as she grips her tray. She's obviously weighing the shame of eating in the bathroom with danger of eating with you. Eventually her mental arithmetic takes a surprising turn, and she turns around and plops her bare ass down on the plastic cafeteria seat. She's naked from the waist down because she's failed to steal even a single pair of panties thus far in her life of villiany.

"Happy Monday." You smile and set down an orange on her tray. "You know Chad."

"Chad."

"Bottomless bandit."

They exchange professional nods, and she starts to peel the orange with her french tipped nails. "Thanks for letting me sit with you."

She seems cautious but genuinely thankful. It must have been a tough week adjusting to her new role as the school's villain. "No problem. I saw how everyone was treating you, and my heart really went out for you. I want to fix the harm I've done."

She sits straight up. "Really? That's awesome. Because all I really did was tell you what a great job you were doing. And I still think you're doing such a good job at everything, you know it's just that maybe you got something wrong when you were dealing with me."

"Oh no doubt." You agree. "See I thought your pride in being clever, and shame from not wearing underwear would be enough to drive you into becoming some sort of cartoon villain, but I see now that I was wrong."

Brooke has a cautious look of concern and looks over to Chad who is taking notes. "Yeah, I just feel like stealing panties would have been more humiliating than going butt naked. Besides actually wearing other girls' underwear?"

You nod along. "Exactly, and you don't even get to keep them when you're done. Which is why I'm changing that rule for you. From now on you can keep the panties you steal as a trophy of your villainous intellect, but you don't get to wear them!"

"Are you kidding me?" She looks ready to chuck that orange at your head. "I thought you said you'd help me."

"I am helping." You say a little defensively. You look over to Chad who is taking notes, but looks a little confused as well. "I'm giving you the chance to look dreamily at the stolen treasures you've accumulated and remember past capers."

She growls with frustration and rather than say something she'll regret she takes a big bite out of the orange. Juice and pulp spray out from between her teeth, and she gnashes on it's flesh like a wolverine. You think she might be dreaming that it's your neck.

"Now." You move the conversation forward. "From now on I want you to take a more active role in your villainy. It's been a week and I'm the only person in this school who's de-pantied a girl. That's your job Brooke. I need for you to take this seriously. The role as the school villain is a very important position that I need you to get behind." You'd considered making a rule concerning school villains to mold her behavior, but you though institutionalizing villainy was a bad idea best left to the government, so you're going to have to do this manually.

"But I don't want to!" She whines. "Give it to someone else, I'm not cut out for this."

You gasp, and clutch your metaphorical pearls. "Don't ever say that Brooke, you know you're the only person for this job. The only person smart enough to come up with the plots we need. The only woman confident enough to proudly stride around the school bare assed, or in another person's panties. You know you're the only girl in school who can pull off that bandit outfit."

She blushes. "Well, you did have a pretty good eye for that."

"Exactly." You smile, you knew she had the ego for the job! "You don't wont to see some other girl wearing this costume do you? Insulting your memory?"

"I guess not..." She really was petty.

"Besides who else in school is evil enough for this position? Besides me of course. Who else but you gets that heartfelt glee when plotting the robbery of some innocent civilian's precious garments? No one but you gets the thrill and joy of the robbery! And as long as we're being honest you know no one is school has a bigger fetish for women's underwear. Only you truly appreciate them, and I think we both know you're the only person who deserves to have them. Not to mention a flair for the dramatic."

You let these ideas sink in, and finish off the rest of your meal. Brooke just nods and eats her lunch quietly as well. Her face carries the same look of inner warfare Lucy did this morning. Of course unlike Lucy you knew your implanted ideas would win the day. All you were doing to Brooke was giving her a fetish. All the pride and villainy, and cruel intent was already there. You were just directing it towards the skirts of her fellow classmates.

Eventually the bell rings and if back to class. Before you get up Brooke touches your shoulder. "If it's okay with you, maybe I could stay on as the bandit for a few more days. I feel like I should at least try a robbery before I give up on it."

You nod, understanding as a priest during confession. "Of course. If that's what you want."

"It is." She looks so sure of that now. As if this had always been her dream. To your surprise she hugs you. "Thanks for talking some sense into me." She disengages and jumps onto the table. Giving your a fantastic look at her cooch. "And keep on eye out for the shadows, because the Bottomless bandit is on the loose! Hahahaha!" And with that she runs away laughing jumping from table to table.

You laugh nervously and look over to chad who looks horrified. "I've created a monster."