Bring Cathy back to her room.

“Calm down, okay? Its going to be alright. I promise.” You say reassuringly to Ellen despite your own doubts as to how your going to get yourself out of this. Nodding, Ellen sniffs, and reaches over to grab a tissue from a box on her desk and softly blows her nose and drops the tissue into a wastepaper basket on the floor.

“I don’t really want to try to **** her. I’m not that type of person,” she shakes her head, and then heaves her shoulders I despair, “I just don’t know.” Looking down at her **** tormentor, Ellen brushes the back of her hand over Cathy’s hair, spilled out over the bed beside Ellen. She looks thoughtful, and you can see her calm herself as she traces her fingers through the R.A.’s bottle blonde hair.

Looking back up to you, she asks what you had in mind with the camera, and when you suggest taking some quick pictures of Cathy naked, and with her face between Ellen’s legs or yours or simulated fucking her face darkens and she shakes her head negatively.

“I don’t want to do that. She’d do something like that.”

Cathy moves slightly and moans, “Janey?” before falling still once more. Ellen, her eyes filled with terror, lifts herself off of the bed, and moves to your side.

“We have to get her out of here.” she whispers into your ear, as she looks over at Cathy, lying still on her bed. Her feet hang limply off of the edge.

“We could take those picture in a way that no one would every know it was you or me, I’d make sure our faces were kept out. I don‘t know what else to do.”

Ellen shakes her head slowly, and strand of wheat colored hair fall in front of her face. “I wonder how she found out you were here.” Walking back to the end of the bed, Ellen bends over and picks Cathy’s clunky, mary jane heels off of the floor.

Then, you have a possible solution pop into your head. “We could pour a little vodka or something on her, and maybe take off her clothes, or at least strip her down to her underwear, and then leave the door to her room open, like she’s passed out from drinking,” thinking a moment longer, you add “I think we should leave a bottle with her. Do you have one that’s almost empty in the room?”

“Yes,” Ellen says, as she moves over to Amy’s dresser, and lays down on the floor in front of it, in order to reach underneath. Stretching her arm under the dresser, she pulls out a flask of clear liquid. “Vodka.” Ellen says, one hand grasping the flask as she stands, and the other Cathy’s shoes.

“Let’s do that. I don’t like it. But if other girls see her like that, she’ll have more important things to worry about than you and me.”

“Okay. You keep lookout as I take her back to her room. We’ll have to work fast. Maybe take off her shirt, bra and skirt and stuff her hand down her panties or something.” Crouching over the bed, you slide your arms under Cathy, and ease her gently over your shoulder. Her body feels warm and soft against yours.

Pushing the door open, Ellen sticks her head out into the hallway, and then looking back over her shoulder, signals for you to follow. As you step out into the corridor, Ellen is sprinting down the hall to Cathy’s door. Moving as fast as you can, you’re three quarters of the way there when Ellen pushes open the door to Cathy’s room. Her eyes wide and alert for any movement, Ellen hold the door as you step into the slumbering girl’s room.

Once the door closes behind the three of you, you delicately ease Cathy onto her bed, which is covered by a puffy, white comforter. Behind you Ellen drops Cathy’s shoes to the floor, and as you begin to unbutton her blouse, Ellen moves beside you, and undoes her skirt. Lifting her slightly, you pull off the cotton blouse, and toss it on the floor. A moment later, Ellen tugs the skirt out from under Cathy’s ass, and throws it onto the nearby desk chair.

Cathy moves her head slightly, and her eyes flutter open and close. Her flesh is pale, soft, and blemish free. Her bra is a plain white design, but just sheer enough for you to make out her round, pink areolas and stiffening nipples beneath. Her panties are equally transparent, and it’s quite evident to you that Cathy is not a natural blonde. In addition, a few random strands of dark, curly pubic hairs poke out from the edge over her underwear.

As Ellen collects herself, and begins to dab vodka over Cathy’s body, you open the top drawer of Cathy’s dresser. “I think we should lay this beside her along with the bottle,” in your hand is a 12 inch, black rubber dildo. Its thick, and veins run down the side making the otherwise artificial sex toy look more realistic. Knowing you really don’t have much time you push the drawer shut, and help Ellen lay Cathy on the floor, in front of her door, which you plan to leave wide open for all to see.

“I hope she doesn’t remember hitting her head.” Ellen says as she smears a vodka soaked tissue over Cathy’s thigh, and the shift the **** girl’s leg of at an angle, exposing her cotton covered mons.

“Should she be naked, or not? We could just take off her bra.”

Ellen took the dildo from you and placed it in Cathy’s hand, wrapping her fingers around it. Then she dropped the flask on the floor next to Cathy’s body. Some of the clear, aromatic liquid spilled onto the carpet. Ellen steps back considering your question, as she looks down at Cathy.