Meet up with your fan club

There's a group on campus called the Daisy Chain, an exclusive club of students with a particular appreciation for the academy's resident naked dark elf. They started off as a collection of troubled underachievers, until you took them under your wing. Every "A" they brought you would earn them a choice of kissing you, spanking you, or honking your breasts. Their performance turned around almost immediately.

"Daisy!" they shout as they intercept you in the hall. "We got our finals back, and we all aced them!"

"What?" you say, hands on hips. "I'm fuckin' proud of you guys. Bring it in and hug the naked elf chick!"

You get a nice, big group hug with a lot of squeezing.

"Okay, let's celebrate!" you say. "Today, you each get me on your lap for a photo session. If you ever wanted something to hang on your wall that shows the world that you know how to handle a naked girl, here's your chance!"

You break out the magic picture box and get started. There are five guys in the Daisy Chain: Two of them want you bent over their knees, looking back in alarm while they spank you. One wants to motorboat you while you perform a lap dance. The big one holds you in a bridal carry and makes out with you. The last one gets creative and furnishes a bikini; your photo shoot tells a story of him taking the bikini off of you and teasing you with it. Everyone's favorite photo ends up being you perched up on his lap, reaching desperately for your bikini and accidentally shoving both breasts into his face.

"Okay, Lolly, you're up!" you say, slapping a high-five to the last guy.

Lolly is the one girl in the Daisy Chain. She's a slender lesbian with short, dyed-purple hair, modest breasts, and a cute face that kind of fights the general "butch" aesthetic she's clearly trying for. She grins, sits down, and pulls you in to straddle her lap.

"I love you, Daisy," she says.

"I love ya, too, sport!" you say.

"I really love you!" she says, seizing your breasts.

You've always been straight, but you know how to put on a show for the girl. When she starts kissing you, you kiss her back just as hungrily. When she smacks you in the ass, you gasp and arch your back. She breathes your name, you scream hers. You decide to crank things up a notch and yank her shirt off. Her bra doesn't survive long afterward, allowing her knobby little b-cups to take refuge deep inside your honkers. You then roll her over and get her on top so that you can peel off her shorts and panties, revealing her tight little ass to the world.

The rest of the Daisy Chain is loving it. Lolly only became old enough to be featured in Raider's "Lesbian Day" last month, so this is the first time a couple of them have seen their girlish friend naked.

The guy manning the picture box gets a great snap of the money shot when Lolly arches her back and cries out one final time.

"Whoops!" says Lolly, suddenly remembering where she is. She pulls you back into her lap to cover herself, looking around for a sign of where her clothes might have ended up.

The guys applaud. You give her bright-red cheek a last kiss, and a boop in the nipple.

"You did great, kiddo," you say. "Now, what else are we doing today? I seem to remember that, if you all passed, I promised I'd take you girl-stripping."