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Chapter 10
by Eruco91
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Passed the demo.
Cindi immediately began stripping, a rosey blush soon framed both upper and lower lips as the coed stood completely naked before the four staff members.
Erin grabbed her by the elbow simply saying "walk" as they made theirnway out of the secluded classroom. Erin in her school branded polo and khaki pants, marching Cindi who was adorned in nothing but a collar with I.D. charm, black school loafers and the lace topped high ankle socks that marked her as in her freshman of the program. and her blinder goggles with earbuds. The 3 male lab techs in dark slacks collared shirts and lab coats trailing a few steps behind.
Erin stopped the naked girl in the center of the hanger. lifted her arms out to chest height and placed two different, bikini swimsuits into her hands one after the other. One quite a bit skimpier than the other.
"So Cindi dear" came the voice in here ear "Time to pick. Which one do -you- think would be more approproate for your first adventure out into the city. Don't worry it doesn't really matter you won't be wearing it very much."
Cindi hesitated a few seconds in her decision, feeling her neck charm begin to vibrate which she knew from the slidesshow she was approaching the limit of time she had to fulfill an order she relied.
"The small one" Replied Cindi begrudgeingly. Finding it surprisingly offputting she had no way of knowing where Erin was in relation to her. Once her adviser let go of her arm she was in her own world.
"And why is that?" the voice asked.
"Because my body is a thing of beauty that should be enjoyed to the fullest and not something to be ashamed of" Came the rehearsed reply straight from the literature of the school.
"Very good" came the slightly surprised reply "Keep that up and you might even get to keep the bikini on a while."
Hands which Cindi assumed to be Erins guided her feet into the bottoms and spent a good deal of time adjusting her breasts just so in the top. It was a bright blue half bottomed bikini of the schools make, a 4 inch wide triangle narrowed to an inch at the base of the bottoms. with medium sized triangles that did a fair job of covering her breasts.
"Hemm I like it but we need to do something about the shoes"
The hands were back this time Cindi felt her socks and shoes being removed and her feet guided into a strappy high heeled sandal of some kind. Cindi felt oddly comforted by the familiar arch in her foot. She had missed heels.
"Perfect!" came the voice in the earpiece. "Now spin around once...Good" "Pat your head with your left arm...Good" "Drop your bottoms to your knees"
Without even thinking Cindi did as she was told, knowing the best thing to do was to play along for now, worried of angering Erin in her vunerable state.
"Oh my very good, now lift the top and put your palms on your lower back"
Cindi did as she was told once more. Thankful to know she was just in the semi-private hanger but knowing that comfort was short lived.
Erin let the exposed 19 year old stand there for a few minutes without saying a word. Testing to see if she would speak up without given permission to speak.
Cindi passed the test, and from her heart rate and signs of arrousal she still wasn't used to any level of prolonged exposure.
Erin grinned to herself, remembering dealing with her own bullies in highschool. She had a full day planned for the little princess here.
Finally telling her to readjust herself and get covered Erin lead the bikini clad coed out into the parking lot. Noting the increase in Cindi's heartrate when the 2pm sun and breeze hit her skin.
Her head was guided down as she sat in the passanger seat of a vehicle of some kinda. Cindi assumed car rather than SUV from the seat level. She felt a total of four low *whomps* to the vehicle as all four doors closed in turn, indicating that the lab techs and Erin were also in with her.
The white noise in her ear trasitioned into the sounds of busy traffic. As in actuality the group pulled out the main drive and onto a comparatively quite side street. Before turning towards the city itself.
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Madam Warwicks Academy for Troubled Youth.
Warwicks is a very selective reform school in upstate New York. School officials (and special guests) can set the girls clothing to fail at the push of a button.
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