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Chapter 7 by Caramel_Cream Caramel_Cream

Does Erica keep practicing?

She doesn't get to, not before Amanda and her friends walk in on her.

"Ooh Erica, you're looking awfully bored, what happened?" I suddenly heard Amanda's voice coming from the door, and sure enough, there she stood with Cameron and Jennifer, giggling at the sight of me with an open blouse.

"G-girls, how long have you been standing there!?" I yelped and pulled the blouse shut, blushing furiously, this only got more laughs from the girls who walked into the empty classroom and sat down in front of me.

"Our cheerleading practice was canceled, so we were here to grab our stuff to go home... And found you." Amanda showed the bag hanging at the side of one of the desks "So care to explain yourself, Erica?"

Amanda had long since abandoned calling me Miss, I suppose it was her way of telling me that she was in control, after all, she's stripped me naked and **** me to humiliate myself multiple times, she even got me to have sex with two guys in front of her, as far as she was concerned, I had no authority over her.

"Oh um... I have a speech coming up, and the blouse was a bit tight..." I felt so embarrassed explaining this to them, the girls laughed in response "And um... I felt like it would help me relax to stand here and recite it..."

"A speech? On what?" Jennifer asked me with a raised eyebrow.

"I... It's about the basketball team winning, I guess... I really wanted to practice it though." I tried explaining myself "It's the principal's request that I give a speech at the pep rally next week, I have a written speech ready, but I haven't practiced giving it."

"Well, if undoing your blouse helped, maybe taking it all the way off will do more?" Amanda grinned, she was basically ordering me to strip, and I had **** but to obey.

The girls watched as I pulled the ends of the blouse from my skirt, I blushed as they watched, knowing what they were thinking, but I kept going and pushed the blouse down my shoulders, until it fell to the floor at my feet.

"Good, now go on and give us the speech." Jennifer clapped, giving me the go ahead to do just that.

I stood there in just my cream white bra and navy skirt, my blouse on the floor, the girls urging me to continue.

Does Erica get better?

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