Turning the Tables

Hey Humilia. I lost a bet!

Humilia Tron grinned broadly as she read the DM. Her eyes lit up with mischief as the scene unfolded before her.

Me and my boyfriend loooooove your videos especially since im PRETTY SURE we live in the same city. Anyway we included you in a bet we made. Well like I said I lost!! My penalty is I have to do a personal request that you prank my favorite teacher. Her name is Elizabeth Glass. DM back for more details. I dont know if I want u to right back or not!!
Your fan,
Delilah164

Humilia shot over to Google. A search for elizabeth glass professor sealed the deal.

The wheels were already turning as she replied to Delilah164.

Challenge accepted! Send me everything u know!

Unfortunately, Delilah164 didn't have much helpful information about her English professor. She was a great teacher blah blah blah, she really supported her students, especially the girls blah blah blah, she taught at the state university that was a ten minute drive from Humilia Tron's apartment... bingo! She'd never pulled off a prank that would require so much planning, but the thought of a college professor, with knockout tits no less, filled Humilia with longing and lust.

The challenge came at just the right time, too. Humilia loved tormenting the local college kids, but she was starting to get bored with stealing coeds' gym clothes and squirting braless girls with water guns on the quad. Those posts always got tons of views, but the hot teacher everyone fantasized about.... Now that was a prize!

Over the next few days, Humilia started surreptitiously tailing the professor to find a good opportunity to embarrass her. Delilah164 was starting to get on her nerves, though. Yeah she gave up some good information like the teacher's class schedule and office location, but every day she kept nagging Humilia for updates. But loitering outside her office and trying to eavesdrop on her sidewalk conversations hadn't given Humilia too much to go on, and she was getting annoyed at the constant reminders of her lack of success.

Finally, though, she got a lead! And a juicy one at that. Humilia walked right behind Professor Glass as she talked on her cell phone, loudly sharing some rather ... personal information.

"Yes, I'm really excited about it!" the professor said loudly. "It's called Copacabana Spa, and I got the full service package." She paused on the line while Humilia's heart raced. "Yes," she said crisply. "I'm going there tomorrow at 2:00!"

Humilia couldn't focus on anything else the young teacher said. She immediately pulled out her phone and learned that Copacabana Spa was a very chic, European-style Brazilian spa. It boasted saunas, massages, and Brazilian waxes, and the pictures on the website may as well have been porn. This was going to be an expensive prank, but it was totally worth it! Humilia tapped away at her phone, booking herself a 1:00 appointment, completely unaware of anything else that was going on around her.

At 1:45 the next afternoon, still tingling from her full-body massage, Humilia eagerly entered the women's locker room. The place was practically empty--this being the middle of a weekday afternoon--with only one young woman in there. If I weren't busy, I'd totally prank her, Humilia thought as she leered at the young 20-something in her underwear. The blond girl caught her eye and said, "What are you staring at?" Humilia didn't say anything, opting simply to grin a lecherous grin. "Bitch," the girl said. "You're disgusting."

You have no idea....

Humilia scoped out the scene. Showers, sauna, toilets with bidets... This place had it all!

By now, the blonde was wearing a white towel, her C-cup tits firmly tucked away and her long, smooth legs plunging deliciously to the tiled floor as she walked briskly into the sauna.

With that beautiful woman just yards away, Humilia's plan started to evolve. What if she got a two-for-one? If the teacher headed into the spa with that girl, she could pull one of her favorite pranks, the old "SAY CHEESE!" She'd sneak her phone into the sauna and take a picture of the astonished and embarrassed naked women before running out.

She'd have to act fast. She hadn't originally planned to actually go into the sauna, but now that she was alone, she started to strip. She pulled off her form-fitting camisole and slid her tight yoga pants down her legs and off her ankles. Nervous that the teacher would walk in now, Humilia quickly pulled off her bra. She shoved her clothes and her silicone bra-stuffers into a locker, eager to wrap herself up before someone saw. As much as she loved humiliating other people, she hated being seen naked, so she had to act fast.

She pulled a towel around herself just as the locker room door opened. In walked a goddess in the form of an English professor. The teacher was still dressed in her work clothes, an oddly titillating sight since Humilia herself was almost completely naked. Humilia held the towel closed with one hand while her other hand held her phone, and she was startled when the woman--whose voice was now so familiar--spoke to her.

"Hi there! I'm Liz, what's your name?"

Caught completely off guard, Humilia just stammered.

"What, did you forget your own name?"

She almost had forgotten her own name. She identified so strongly as Humilia and was so used to adopting aliases that she found it difficult to summon the name her parents had given her.

"Um, Amy," she lied. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too!" the professor said. She was moving over to a locker but, to Humilia's consternation, wasn't making as though she was going to take off her clothes. "Do you come here much?"

"Um, it's my first time," she said.

"Oh I love it here!" Liz chirped. "I'm sure you're having a great time." Humilia stood stock still. "So, are you headed to the sauna?" the teacher prompted.

"Um, yeah," Humilia said. What choice did she have?

"Great, you're going to love it," Liz said. "But you won't be able to take your phone in there, silly. Put it down."

The way she said put it down with that sense of calm finality almost compelled Humilia to comply. Unsure how precisely to proceed, she _did _put her phone in her locker and made her way to the sauna. At least maybe I'll see some skin, she thought, though mostly she felt dismay that her plan was unraveling before her eyes.

Humilia's heart dropped when she walked into the sauna. That girl was in there all right, but she had kept her towel on. She was sitting near the entrance on a wooden bench, eyes wide open, almost as if she were waiting for someone.

"Hey there, creeper," she said.

"What?" Humilia said, confused.

"What's your name?" the blonde pressed.

"What the fuck? Why does everyone want to know my name?"

"Well, you already know mine," she said. Humilia was stunned. "It's Delilah."

In a flash, the girl had sprung up and grabbed Humlia's towel. Humilia cried out as she felt a push from behind; she staggered forward, though her towel stayed in the young girl's hand. As she heard two laughing voices, Humilia realized that she was the one on display. Her arms flew across her flat chest, her tiny Asian body seeming to shrink to an even smaller size.

"Oh don't bother," the girl said. "Do you even call those tits? That's hilarious! She's got great tits in her pictures; she must be totally faking!" Standing triumphantly with Humilia's towel in her hands was "Delilah." As though piercing through a fog, the truth started to dawn on the prankster. She'd been owned.

The professor was standing next to her. "Don't be shy, dear," she said. "We all know how much you love to show off." Humilia couldn't stand being ogled by the two beauties. Her cheeks reddened and her breath came in short gasps.

Liz turned to "Delilah" and said, "She looks terrible. It looks like she's feeling immense distress. I can only imagine that's how you felt as well."

"It is," she said flatly, and the full **** of the situation landed on Humilia. This girl must be someone that Humilia had pranked. She got her teacher somehow to join her plot to turn the tables on Humilia ... and the plan worked like a charm.

But they weren't finished.

"Well, as I promised," Professor Glass said, "she's going to feel worse than you." Like lightning, the fully-dressed professional darted forward and grasped Humilia's panties. She was so busy trying to hide her non-existent tits, and so shocked by the whole situation, that she couldn't even resist as the teacher pulled her panties to her ankles. She tugged, and Humilia fell backward, landing hard on her sweaty, slippery, and still very flat ass.

"Holy shit, professor," the girl said. "It looks like she won't be needing a wax!"

Humilia couldn't believe that they were staring at her completely bald pussy, which was fully on display with her legs splayed out in front of her.

"Please..." Humilia said.

"Oh, not yet," Liz chuckled as she pulled out her phone. She started snapping pictures, and as Humilia stood up, "Delilah" ran around behind her to lock the tiny Asian in a firm grip. With her arms held behind her back, Humilia could only whimper as Elizabeth Glass took pictures of her smooth pussy, her flat chest, the pricks that sufficed for her nipples and, perhaps worst of all, her dejected and horrified face.

"Well, that ought to do it," Liz said after a couple minutes. "That should be enough."

The blonde, still fully in control even in her white towel, laughed and released Humilia. Her towel lay on the ground, and Humilia grabbed for it. Liz kicked it out of the way, forcing Humilia to crawl, showing the two women her pitiful "ass" before finally picking up her towel and covering herself.

"I hope you've learned your lesson," the professor said. "You need to stop humiliating innocent people."

All Humilia could summon was a weak, "Okay..."

The two women stood shoulder-to-shoulder over the dejected girl. Then the blonde spoke up.

"And if you want us to keep these pictures to ourselves, there's one more thing we need from you."