The end; For Now...

"Alright Renee, a deal's a deal, we will keep our photos of you for a rainy day."

"I'll be using them tonight for sure, right before bed." Tim laughed as he kept his nose buried in his new issue of Superman.

"Can I please have something to wear?"

"Sure dollface.Maybe we'll let you stay clothed for a bit too! Would be nice knowing you won't wind up nakie at our beloved school."

Jacob quickly pressed a few buttons and in a few seconds conjured a sheer, pink microbikini onto Renee's body. It fit snuggly on her areolas and not much else.

"Better than nothing." She muttered continuously glancing at Jacob's watch, pondering a small thought to herself.

As Renee turned down the long stretch of road to their school, she hatched an idea that would if executed, work in her favor.

"Hey, if I give you a little rubdown, would you keep that promise of letting me be clothed in school for say, a month?"

Jacob looked back at Tim who was still busy reading how Superman was going to best Luthor this time. He hadn't heard Renee's proposal.

"W..what do you mean?" Jacob stuttered as Renee pulled into an empty parking spot, and looked towards the need. She had already won. She extended her arm onto his shoulder, slowly rubbing into the pressure he had built up. Jacob melted like butter in her hand. She made her way down his arm, tapped on his hand, and went for the final play. Renee reached for Jacob's thigh slowly kneading at it. He could only close his eyes to prevent a feeling in his pants from erupting. She quickly took the chance to relieve him of the watch like device and slip it within the crack of her pert cheeks.

"OK bye boys." She seductively said as Tim finally looked up to see his friend getting a little more than him. Jacob quickly left the car before he could explode and Tim followed after. Renee quickly drove away from the lot, retrieving the watch from her rear.

"Oh...you nerds are gonna pay…" she smirked to herself as Renee looked at the stoplight which turned green. It felt good, finally not having to walk home naked for once. But more importantly, with schemes of her own formulating on the way to her house. She began chuckling to herself as she reached her driveway. Seeing no one out, she quickly ran inside, ripped off the microbikini from her body, threw on her Fox kigujammies, and began to analyze the strange device that had caused her senior year to be a hell.