Finale - Queen of the Dance

I was now at center stage behind the curtains. There was a chair in the middle of the stage. Liana led me to it. On the other side of the curtains was the dance, where everybody was still mingling.

Liana sat me down, but there was only one thing on my mind.

"Liana, please let me cum," I managed to mumble.

"Just a few more seconds, Erica," she said with a huge grin. She crouched down in front of me, using scissors to cut the straps of the high heels off of my feet.

I could hear a voice speaking on a microphone, but I could't make out what they were saying.

Liana took my high heels in one hand and stood up in front of me. She fixed my mask tighter and then she rubbed my clit lightly with two fingers, making me moan. "Ok Erica, now play with that clit for me like a good girl."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I was so worked up by that point that my body was practically pulsating, begging to cum. My hand found my clit and started rubbing it, picking up from where Liana left off. My other hand grabbed a full tit and I started rubbing my long nipple at the end of it. I was moaning, lost in pleasure. I was so close already. My whole body was on fire.

The voice outside continued talking as I rubbed myself silly. I couldn't hear what they were saying until I heard, "...Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... The Masked Streaker!" The curtains started raising up.

Soon, the curtain was completely up. I was fingers deep in my pussy, back arched, masturbating in the chair, and looking at the dance.

There was no music playing, everyone was looking at me. Alicia on stage with a microphone. People were gasping in surprise.

I was pumping my pussy with my fingers and I couldn't stop, everyone seeing all of me, with nothing to hide, was sending me over the edge. My muscles all tensed up in a final, back-arching movement.

"OOOOOAAAAAAAAAWNNNNNNNNNNN..." With a loud screech, I came, hard. My hips bucked and my body spasmed over and over.

My juices gushed onto the stage, I heard laughter and clapping. It was certainly a show for the boys... I saw the flashes of cameras taking pictures, and a loud banging on the doors (I didn't know what that was about). No members of the faculty were around, it was just me, giving an obscene show to my classmates.

People kept screaming as I just sat there, spread, oozing out of my pussy, spent.

"And now for the King and Queen of the Sadie Hawkins Dance..." Alicia said into the microphone, interrupted by the chanting of the students.

"MASKED STREAKER! MASKED STREAKER! MASKED STREAKER!"

"I guess I don't need to need to read the votes..." Alicia said smiling. "I give you the Queen of the Dance, THE MASKED STREAKER!"

Liana showed up on my left, holding a crown and a scepter. She put the scepter in my hand and the crown on my head.

I was still completely spent on the chair, legs spread, almost lying down on it. I couldn't make much sense of what was happening. Liana helped me stand and motioned me forward.

"Thank you subjects, Queen. Don't forget to smile!" Liana said, holding my arm up.

I waved my hand with a weak smile as more people cheered louder and continued taking pictures.

And then a final *BANG* on the door brought me back to reality, as an entrance door burst open. Members of the faculty started pouring in. Mr. Gibbons, standing at the front started yelling.

"STAY RIGHT THERE, YOUNG LADY!"

Everyone started chanting, "RUN HOME! RUN HOME!" They seemed to stand their ground, making it harder for Mr. Gibbons to get to me.

Liana shook my shoulders. "Snap out of it Erica! RUN!"

It finally came back to me, what was happening. I realized I was free of the heels and I started running. Alicia, who was no longer on stage, was holding a side door open. She motioned me to come towards her.

Still holding the scepter had and a crown and a mask on my face, I ran, completely naked, through the dance, crossed through the door, and into the parking lot. Some people were outside and they cheered as I ran past them.

I was about to run home when I saw a limo. It was not the one we took to the dance, but the engine was running, it was facing the road, the door was open, and Henry (with a bruised face) was motioning for me to get in.

I jumped inside, dropping the scepter in the process. As I jumped in, Henry took my mask off and threw it out the window.

I laid down on Henry and John's laps (John was also in the limo), and tried to catch my breath. The boys both laughed and high-fived each other.

I was so humiliated, I could DIE! I was crying with my hands over my face, Henry and John could see all of me, including my nipples (which were still hard) and my engorged clit. The worse part was that I knew I just wanted to go home to bring myself to orgasm over and over again.