heather's further tribulations

"Geez, woman!" said the man. "I just worked a double! I'm tired! Go whore yourself to some frat!"

"OK!" said Heather. She started to get dressed in her street clothes.

"Nah, wear the uniform. You'll make more!"

"OK!" said Heather. She couldn't find her bloomers among the pile of his clothes and the bedspread, so she just put on the skirt and top. She left and went to her car. On the way to fraternity row, her new Juke cellphone rang. She answered. It was Danni.

"Heather, you weren't at practice. Are you OK?"

"I'm fine. Very horny, but fine," said Heather.

"OH no!" said Danni, "what did you do?"

Heather explained everything.

"Look, I didn't mean for this to go that far. Listen to me. Come straight to campus. Head for the student center. I'm there now. Do not stop or talk to anyone. Just come to the second floor restroom. Do it and bring your purse!"

"OK," said Heather who was disappointed she was not going whoring at a frat house.

She reached campus and parked her car. Leaving everything but her purse in the car, she headed to the student center and was on the steps leading up to it when she heard someone call her name. She did not stop, but just kept going.

"Heather, stop! Come here this instant!"

Heather stopped, turned and headed towards the voice. It was coach Henderson. "Heather, you know you are NOT to wear the uniform outside of official functions. Too many things can happen and the squad doesn't need negative publicity. Now take it off now!" Coach Henderson meant "now" figuratively as in "when it's reasonable to," but Heather took it literally. Coach Henderson turned and stormed off not noticing that Heather's arms were already moving behind her back to unbutton her skirt.