Working For You Part 1

We arrived shortly after. "Mack some b.tches." Terry joked, waving to me. "Promised." We pinky swore, laughing at it. She drove off. I was staring at a building. A big one, to be exact. I ran up ahead but a girl stopped me. "Where are you going?" She asked. Her hips curved, and her lips we're coated with pink lipgloss. She was wearing a short skirt, tight and all. She had a tie on, too. Her black shirt poofed out a bit. "Um.." I stared at her b00bz. She came a little closer. "Where?" She demanded. "To this all girls school?" I questioned. "Not without a slip." She insisted. I thought fast, digging through my bag. "I can't... find..." I pulled out a yellow slip and handed it to her. "This it?" I asked. "Not unless your taking me to the Bravo Show tonight, it is." She flipped it over. "Bravo Night; Starring Sammy Arck and Jenny Lish." I read, laughing. "Maybe. Huh, that sound's like a good idea, don't it?" I smiled. "Totally. Screw the pass, hun. That slip can make up for it. Got a second one? We can go together." She smiled as I said no. "It's a double." I laughed. "2 Seats way up high, no one watching and it's perfect." I smiled. She leaned it and kissed me on the cheek. "Be there at 7:00." She demanded. She stormed off in her black high-heels. Do I have a date?!? Whatever. I walked into the school. I went supreme turned on. And horney too. All the girls we're dressed normaly. But thats not what turned me on. Two girls, softly kissing eachother, naked. "Break it up. Swimming class." Someone yelled at them. They stormed off to the bathroom. A girl went over to me. "Heard your new... this is an all lesbain school." She reminded me. I froze. "I'm not a lesbian." I told her, worried. "You will be... I came here because my friend sent me here. She knew it would change me... just to get me to date her... realized some things... she's my enemy." She walked away, but called back to me. "Mm... bathrooms over here." She smiled. I walked with her. She opened the stall door and I almost fainted. No stalls; toilets out in the open, sinks lined against the walls. Girls we're slipping on sl*tty bikini's. "There's no stalls?" I look worried. "Nope." She pushed me inside. I opened my suitcase and took out my one peice. "Ew! No way your wearing that." She led me to a changing room. Not to change, I realized. In the changing room was skimpy bikinis. She scanned the bikinis. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Skimpiest outfit..." She muttered. "What? Oh nothing, choosing a good bathing suit." She smiled at me. She chose the sl_ttiest one EVER. A thong bikini. The top was barely covering my b00bz. "Try this." We went over to the main bathroom, and girls gasped at me. "What?" I asked. "That was... woah... that's way too.." She stared at me. Then at the bathing suit. She walked over and put a hand on my shoulder. "Need help... uh putting it on?" She asked. I turned to Amy [the girl; she told me her name earlier.] "Yea, she likes you." She whispered. "Okay." I whispered back. "Sure. Whats your name?" I turned to her. "Beebe. Call me anything you desire. So, what shall I do to help you put on that bikini?" Her eyes twinkled. "Anything." I smiled, but I knew I wasn't a lesbian. Yet... hopefully. She began to slowly take off my shirt. She placed it on the ground when it was off. Then, she took off my shorts. I had lace panties on. I kicked my flipflops off. "Um thats all?" She frowned. "No, it's not." She said, before I got a chance. She ran to the other side of me. I heard a "click" and my b00bz were bare. But I didn't mind. Girls gasped. "I should help her, too." They rushed over to help. Soon I was naked. Girls played monkey-in-the-middle with my skimp outfit to keep it away. Something brushed against my back. It giggled. I spun around, and a girl with short hair giggled some more. "Why, hello." I smiled. "Sexy." She said, kissing me on my cheek. "I'm not a les-" You think to yourself. "So are you." You compliment her.
Girls turn. "Shut up, Emma! She's mine." She brushes your hair with her fingers. "GIRLS! 3 Minutes until class-- I need you down there." A coach [swim coach] yelled at us. Girls ran out. Emma stayed. So did I. She picked up my bathing suit that a girl dropped running out. "Here you go." She took a step closer, brushing against me. She handed me my outfit. "Thanks." I said, changing into it. "Well... wanna swim together?" She asks. "Sure." You walk together to the swimming pool.