The Blinds - Update 9/19/24 - Caught Naked

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Emma knew he did that on purpose to mess with her, she stayed completely still waiting to hear someone shout that she was naked. When she didn’t hear anyone, she slowly crawled backwards to her row and stood up as they were pulling into their stop. Emma gave Claire a pleading look, and Claire obliged as Emma scurried into her seat to hide. “You’ve disappointed me so many times today,” she said as the other students got off the bus. When they were the only two left on the bus, Claire got up and slowly walked down the aisle and off the bus.

Emma didn’t understand. Her dress was nowhere to be seen. “Claire must have forgotten she has my dress,” Emma thought. She moved to the other side of the bus, not considering that other students walking away from the bus could see her now. When she looked out, she saw Claire reach into her bag, grab Emma’s dress, and throw it in the bus stop trash can. Emma couldn’t believe what she just saw, Claire didn’t accidentally take her dress, she did it on purpose.

The bus driver yelled, “Hey naked girl, I don’t have all day. Get off the bus now!” Emma grabbed her backpack, holding it in front of her and did the walk of shame to the front of the bus. She stood naked next to the middle aged bus driver, while staring at the trashcan across the sidewalk. She’d have to leave the bus in broad daylight without a stitch and then run to the trash can, fish out her dress, all in open air where anyone can and will see her. “Girl, there is a car waiting, you need to leave now.”

Emma didn’t run. She was in too much of a daze. She stepped off the bus, which took off immediately, and just stood on the sidewalk completely naked, unable to move, frozen. That was until a car honked, causing her to jump, and someone yelled, “Hey lady, you know you’re naked?” laughter from the car followed as it sped off. This woke Emma up as she ran to the trash can, grabbed her dress, and put it on as fast as she could and sprinted down the sidewalk ignoring the stares of the few people who saw her.

Emma whoever permitted you to remove the dress from the trashcan, you can now expect another punishment for not getting permission to retrieve the dress I tossed away after you gave it to me to do with as I saw fit.

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Emma whoever permitted you to remove the dress from the trashcan, you can now expect another punishment for not getting permission to retrieve the dress I tossed away after you gave it to me to do with as I saw fit.

Hahaha. Good point! In this circumstance, Claire expected her to get the dress back from the trashcan instead of running all the way home naked. But Emma’s punishment comes up next chapter!

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I'm not normally into stories where the main character gets blackmailed, at least when they didn't do anything wrong. But I am enjoying this since Emma does seem to be into it, at least her body does, lol. I do hope though that, whatever it entails, the story ends with her winning.

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I really, really enjoy this story, but the last update was quite a while ago. Hopefully we get an update very soon.

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Emma whoever permitted you to remove the dress from the trashcan, you can now expect another punishment for not getting permission to retrieve the dress I tossed away after you gave it to me to do with as I saw fit.

Hahaha. Good point! In this circumstance, Claire expected her to get the dress back from the trashcan instead of running all the way home naked. But Emma’s punishment comes up next chapter!

Can't wait to see what the punishment is going to be in the next chapter

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Bumping this in hopes to get a new chapter soon. Love this story!

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Bumping this in hopes to get a new chapter soon. Love this story!

yeah we all can't wait to see what her punishment is in the next chapter.

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Chapter 9

Emma groggily walked to the bus stop on Tuesday morning, having not slept well the previous night. All she could do was think about what was in store for her during Study Hall. She sped up her lackadaisical walk, as the bus pulled up to her stop, and got in line to get on. She climbed the steps and made mortifyingly awkward eye contact with the bus driver, before quickly looking away, and walking to her seat in the back. After placing her bag down, she robotically pulled her dress up to her neck, without even a look towards Claire, defeated.

“Look at you, all ready to go, without any instructions,” Claire said happily, “Hurry up and hand me your dress though.”

Emma’s face dropped, “But we agreed that in the mornings I could keep it on, in case someone walked back here?”

“Agreed? Let’s be clear, I make the rules. We don’t need to agree. And after yesterday, you clearly need to relearn who is in charge,” said Claire, “Now hand it over.”

Emma didn’t bother wasting time or arguing, she ducked behind the seat and pulled the dress over her head, then tossed it across the aisle to Claire. Even though no one had ever ventured to the back of the bus to this point, she was terrified of what would happen if they did. There might not be time for Claire to get her the dress and even if there was, they notice a dress being passed across the aisle.

After a few stops, she became a bit more comfortable, or as comfortable as you can be in this situation. She began the morning orgasm routine, which was always more stressful than the afternoons, especially now without cover. In the mornings she always had to keep her body pressed up against the seat in front of her, because everyone walking onto the bus could potentially see her otherwise. She assumed her usual position, with her chin on top of the seat and eyes darting around, scanning for movement, while her fingers worked between her legs. As she was on the verge of orgasm, she went white, and stopped masturbating. Looking down the aisle to the front of the bus, Emma spotted Rachel boarding the bus. Her eyes widened in surprise and panic. She wondered what Rachel was doing here, she didn’t normally ride the bus! Emma’s mind raced, a jolt of panic surging through her. She tried desperately to avert her gaze, to avoid any chance of Rachel seeing her. But it was too late.

“Emma?!” Rachel yelled, waving at her.

Emma looked over at Claire, who shrugged, offering no help. Desperate to save herself from unimaginable embarrassment, Emma quickly raised her arm and waved back at Rachel. She strategically used this moment to place her arm on top of the seat, crossing her arms and resting her chin on them, just as she had done the week prior when the boy lost his water bottle.

Rachel, only a few rows away, said, “I didn’t know you rode the bus!”

“I sure do! Every day.” Emma replied, forcing herself to sound cheerful and happy to see her. “Since when do you ride the bus?”

Rachel continued moving closer, now only a row away. Emma gestured for her to sit in the seat in front of her, hoping to remain hidden from her friend. Rachel fully lay down on the seat with her back against the window, while Emma remained as still as a statue, propping herself up by her armpits.

“I don’t normally ride the bus, but my sister needed the car this morning for tutoring,” Rachel said cheerfully. “I was annoyed at first, but that was before I knew you would be here! It works out perfectly too, because you might be able to help me with the math homework for first period. Did you do it?”

“Wha—What? Oh. Yes. Yes, I did the homework,” Emma said, distracted.

“Can I see it?” Rachel asked.

“Um, sure,” Emma replied, hesitantly looking down at her bag. She slowly lowered herself toward her backpack, trying to keep her body flat against the seat. As she did this, Rachel leaned forward, making a move to use the top of the seat where Emma had just been as a table. Emma shot back up, empty-handed, to reclaim her spot, startling Rachel.

“Before I show you my homework, why don’t I help you out with a few problems so you know how to do it?” Emma said quickly.

“That would be great!” Rachel exclaimed, shifting to sit facing forward while Emma looked over her shoulder. Emma spent the next few minutes explaining how to do the math homework, all while completely naked, just a few inches from her friend. In her squatting position, her thighs were soaked with her juices and sweat dripping down her legs. She looked over at Claire who made a gesture that told Emma she still needed to complete her task. Emma’s eyes bulged and gave Claire a pleading look, but to no avail.

Emma moved her left arm from the top of the seat and placed her hand between her legs. She held all of her weight awkwardly on her right armpit as she was still showing Rachel what to do with the homework. After a few minutes of masturbating, she came to an orgasm right as Rachel asked her a question. “Um, what, uh. What did you say?” Emma asked while in the throws of her orgasm.

Rachel looked up at Emma and asked, “Are you okay? Your face is all red.”

“Yes!” Emma said a bit too loud, “I-I’m fine, it’s just so hot on the bus.”

“Hmm. I guess it’s a bit warm. Anyways, did I do this right?”

“Work on the next one and I’ll get my copy to compare,” Emma said ducking down, while her orgasm subsided. She reached for a towel in her bag that she now kept with her at all times, cleaned herself off quickly, and grabbed her homework. She looked over at Claire, who started to pull the dress out of her bag. Relieved, Emma leaned over the seat and handed Rachel the homework just as Claire put the dress next to Emma on the seat.

For the next few minutes, every time Emma tried to make a move for the dress, Rachel would reel her back in to ask about something else. As Emma was in the middle of explaining a problem, she looked out the window and saw they were already on the school campus. She had never been naked this deep into the ride before. There were students all around, getting off their buses, driving by in their cars, walking towards the bus to school. All they had to do was look up and see a topless girl.

“Quick, try and finish that one while I pack up my stuff,” Emma said dropping down.

“But I still need help!” Rachel complained.

Emma froze hearing Rachel shift in her seat and shot right back up, “Come on you can do it!” turning Rachel back around in the process. Emma went back down again, while Rachel was still talking. She had to take the risk, it was now or never, and threw the dress over her head and quickly shimmied it down her body, just as Rachel poked her head over the seat.

“I think I got it!” Rachel exclaimed, looking down at Emma.

“Th-That’s great!” Emma said, in disbelief that she managed to get away with it.

Rachel looked at her confused, then asked, “Weren’t you wearing a strapless dress a minute ago?”

“Oh! I…just…had the straps down,” Emma said slowly, stalling to come up with something, “Just because it was so hot!”

“Oh, ok. I guess. Let’s get to class.”

As they walked off the bus, heading towards first period, Emma tried to excuse herself to freshen up in the bathroom, but Rachel came with her. Emma was thrilled when the handicap stall was available. She rushed in and quickly stripped off her dress, standing naked in the stall. She opened her bag and took what she now referred to as her, “Hobo bath.” She soaked some paper towels with water from the sink and used soap she brought from home to clean herself up, wiping down her vagina, thighs, and armpits and reapplying her deodorant. She was still standing naked when Rachel yelled, “What is taking you so long, we’re gonna be late!” She quickly put on her bra and dress and went to class.

After the experience on the bus, she was exhausted. Between the earlier events and the dread of what's to come in Study Hall, Emma didn’t hear a word in her first two classes. Once in Study Hall, she took her regular seat and watched Claire take hers on the side of the classroom. Emma hoped Claire would forget about whatever her plans were. However, once the attendant called roll, Claire walked over and spoke with her, pointing at Emma, causing her to blush. After a minute or two of talking, she nodded her head in the affirmative. Claire walked over to Emma and said, “Come on, she said we could work on a project for Film Studies.”

Emma didn’t understand, “But I’m not in Film Studies.”

“Yeah, well, I am and said I needed your help, so hurry up,” Claire said impatiently. Emma grabbed her stuff and hesitantly followed her out of class.

“Where are we going?” Emma asked as they walked up the stairs to the second floor.

“I’ll explain when we get there.”

Their school was set up in a quad, each side identical to the others. Each corner had a set of open air concrete steps, taking you to the second floor. At the top of the stairs was an outside area of vending machines and water fountains that looked out to either the sports fields or parking lots. On the left and right are two glass double doors leading to the inside hallway of classrooms. On the right is hallway 1 and the left is hallway 4. When you walk all the way through hallway 1 and out the double doors, it’ll lead you to an identical outside atrium between hallways 1 and 2, then 2 and 3, 3 and 4, leading back to the original spot. At the beginning of every hallway is the women’s bathroom, and at the end is the men’s. Every hallway had an identical lay out. Between the bathrooms are the classroom doors with small vertical windows, and various sets of lockers take up the rest of the space.

As they walked up the stairs, they turned right towards hallway 1, opened the double doors and walked into the women’s bathroom. Claire checked every stall to make sure they were alone and said, “Okay, we don’t have much time,” she held open her back pack, “put your clothes in here, quick.”

Emma didn’t move, she just stared at Claire for a beat. “Someone can come in at any second and see me!” Emma said, panicked.

“Yes they can, so hurry up,” Claire demanded.

Emma slowly moved her hands to the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head and put it in Claire’s bag. After unhooking her bra, she was wearing nothing but her shoes and a watch, in the common area of the bathroom, in the middle of 3rd period class. Making matters worse was seeing her reflection in the bathroom mirror, confirming this was real. She reflexively moved her arms over her breasts and crossed her legs, staring at the bathroom door, while Claire finished zipping up her bag.

“Okay, listen close, because I’m only going to say this once,” Claire explained, “You’re gonna go into one of these stalls and set a timer on your watch for five minutes. When that timer goes off, the task begins. Your clothes will be waiting for you in one of the stalls of a different women’s bathroom.” Emma gasped.

“I have to streak naked through the hallway in the middle of class?!” Emma cried.

“Would you rather wait until class was out?” Claire said mockingly. “Because I’m a nice person,” Claire continued, using her hands to tell Emma to settle down, “I’ll tell you now, that they will not be in the furthest 3rd hallway bathroom. So it's either the bathroom on the left or the right.”

“Wait… So if I go to the wrong bathroom... Then I’ll be on the total opposite side of the school from my clothes!”

“Well that’s the pessimistic outlook. Or you can choose correctly and only have to streak one section instead of three!” Claire said with excitement.

“It is impossible to not be seen by someone, you’re going to ruin my life!” Emma said through tears. “How will I explain this to my parents?!”

“You’ll find a way to be safe! But if you do get stuck with no options and need an emergency escape plan, run behind the dumpsters and i’ll meet you there. If you can’t get there, run straight for the woods.”

“This is crazy, I can't do this!” Just then they heard a noise and Emma leapt into an open stall as someone walked in the bathroom. She heard Claire turn on the water at the sink, as the girl entered the stall to Emma’s right. When she was done, she washed her hands and left without anyone saying a word.

“She’s gone,” Claire called out. Emma opened the stall door to see Claire doing her makeup, probably to give her something to do so the other girl wasn’t wondering why she was standing there. “Here you go,” Claire said as she tossed Emma something. Emma caught it and saw it was a black ski mask.

“I wear this to what? Hide my identity like a naked vigilante?” Emma scoffed.

“Fine, I’ll take it back!”

“No!” Emma shrieked, “I’ll wear it, I’ll wear it!” She quickly tied her hair up and put on the mask.

“Take this too,” Claire said as she tied something to Emma’s wrist.

“A key?” Emma questioned.

“Yeah, we don’t want someone going through the bag if they find it first do we?”

“I guess not,” Emma said, barely taking that in.

“Set your timer! Good luck!” And just like that Claire left her alone and naked in the bathroom without any options, but to play her games.

Five minutes later when the timer went off, Emma took a deep steadying breath and opened her stall door. It was alarming to be greeted to the sight of your own naked reflection from the bathroom mirrors again. She took tiny steps to the bathroom door and cracked it open. She looked out and saw no one down the hallway. She then poked her head around the open door to look out the glass double doors to check there. From her vantage point it looked like the coast was clear. For now. She had already made up her mind while waiting in the stall, to go left down the hallway, instead of going through the double doors first. This way she can at least see down the whole hallway and make the last ditch effort through the doors at the end.

She took another deep breath and left the relative safety of the bathroom. The feeling of being completely naked (sans mask) in the hallway of her school, in the middle of class, was indescribable. Even her body looked different to her when she glanced down, seeing fluorescent lights shine on her breasts. She was keenly aware a door could open, at any time. She started making her way down the hallway slowly in a crouched position, avoiding the small classroom windows. After passing a few classrooms, she stepped to the side of a set of lockers, so her back was covered. This was part of her plan in case someone came through the back way. She peaked her head around the lockers to see if there was any movement behind her then scurried to the next set of lockers.

Emma made it three quarters of the way to the end of the hallway before she heard anything. Behind her a door opened and she quickly jumped behind a set of lockers. She heard feet shuffling behind her, but couldn’t tell which way they were going. She pleaded for them to go to the women’s bathroom. Sitting there waiting to be caught, she heard the classroom door close and the footsteps getting more faint. When she heard the next door open, she peaked around and saw the women’s bathroom door closing. Thankful and relieved, she moved on. When she got to the last set of lockers, she was only a couple of feet from the Men’s bathroom and stared out the double doors. Anyone outside would see her crouching naked if they were on the outside looking in.

Just then, she heard another door open, far down the hall, and footsteps coming towards her. She was hoping it was the same girl returning from the bathroom. When she heard a second door open, she was flooded with relief, looking back to see no one there, she bolted through the double doors.

Now out in the open air, she was in the worst spot possible. She could be seen down both hallways, up the stairs, and from the parking lot. She didn’t waste any time and went through the next set of doors to hallway 2. Without wasting a second,she jumped into the women’s bathroom. She went straight to the first stall, empty. To the second stall, empty. Just when she thought she couldn’t panic any more, the third and final door was locked. Emma gasped when she heard a voice say, “Someone’s in here!”

“Oh, sorry!” Emma squealed out, covering herself up. She turned around not knowing what to do and then jumped back, nearly screaming when she saw someone behind her, only to realize it was her masked naked reflection in the mirror. She wondered if she should wait in another stall until they were done, but time wasn’t on her side.

She had an idea. She called out to the person in the stall, “Um, excuse me? Sorry. But do you know if I left my bag there by any chance?”

“No, sorry I don’t see anything,” the girl said.

Emma stood there defeated. “Oh, ok thanks.” Then she heard the toilet flush and darted into one of the stalls.

The girl opened her stall, washed her hands, and left. Emma ran to her stall, hoping she just missed the bag, but of course, saw it was empty. She sighed, then waited a minute for the girl to get to her class before peeking out of the bathroom. She was now on the exact opposite side of the school. She had two options: 1) Run down the concrete stairs and sprint across the quad to get there faster, or 2) Go down two hallways the same way she did to get here. She chose the latter, the quad was too open, she reasoned that someone would probably see her through the first floor windows. After determining it was clear, she went back through the double doors and began walking back the way she came.

Knowing her time was becoming more and more limited. She was crouching while running as best she could. She got all the way back to the original girls bathroom when the door started to open. Without any hesitation, she leapt behind the opening door. The girl exited the bathroom and went through the double doors, having no idea how close she came to being face to face (mask) with a streaker. Emma held the door in front of her, waiting for what felt like an eternity, hoping the girl made it back to her classroom. Emma peaked behind the door, seeing no one, and looked through the glass door. Determining it was clear, she walked into the open air yet again, headed towards hallway 4 this time.

Entering the air conditioned hallway, she moved past the men’s bathroom and crouched in front of the first set of lockers, when the door in front of her opened. Time froze for Emma, there was nowhere for her to go. A boy walked out through the open door and stood in front of her as the door closed behind him. She knew her face was covered, but there was no hiding that she was naked, crouched down with her knees up and spread apart, right in front of him. She put her hand between her legs and covered her breasts, while hanging her head in shame and he walked over to her without saying a word. When she looked back up, she saw he was walking right past her, staring at his phone. She couldn’t believe it. He never looked down! He was too busy staring at his phone to notice a naked girl two feet away and Emma wasn’t gonna let him find out on his way back. She held her breath and ran as fast as she could down the hallway, hoping she would just be a blur of movement and dove into the women’s bathroom.

She went to the back stall first and immediately saw the bag. Emma closed the door behind her relieved. She made it. Somehow she made it. She unlocked the bag quickly and pulled on the dress as fast as she could. She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed as she was still wearing the mask and then realized she wasn’t wearing the same dress as before. Why would Claire give her a different dress?

Emma looked down at the bag and saw there was a note, “If you think someone saw you, wear this dress so no one can identify you, if no one saw you, wear your original dress.” Emma shook her head, bemused at how Claire thought about this ahead of time, and picked up her dress at the bottom of the bag.

Just then, Emma jumped, when she heard the main door open and heard someone call out, “Come on out naked girl, I can’t wait to meet you! I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw you through the doors. Come out now, don’t be shy.”

Emma froze. Someone had seen her. But she was dressed now, in relative safety, and still wearing the mask. She would just have to get out of here and change back into her other dress.

“What are you doing in there naked girl,” she heard a condescending voice say. “You can’t stay in there forever.”

Emma was ready to sprint, she unlatched her door, pulled it open to be greeted immediately by a girl filming her with her phone. To the girl’s horror, Emma ran right at her pushing her into the sinks, making her drop the phone. “What the fuck!” said the girl, and grabbed Emma’s arm as she was trying to leave, pulling Emma towards her. Now face to face (mask), Emma saw that the girl holding her arm was…Rebekah.

“No you’re not going anywhere. I saw you. You were naked in the hallway and I’m going to get it on camera if I have to force you naked again!”

“Let go of me!” Emma said disguising her voice.

“NO! Everyone won’t stop talking about ME getting stripped in the hallway, this will shut them up forever!” Rebekah said, attempting to pull Emma’s dress up.

“Get off of me,” Emma said, pulling free and running out of the bathroom, down the hall. Rebekah chased after her, but when she got close, Emma turned around suddenly and slapped her in the face. Rebekah stopped moving, completely shell shocked.

“What the fuck was that!?” Rebekah yelled loudly.

“I-I don’t know!” Emma admitted. But while Rebekah was stunned, she did something even crazier, she grabbed Rebekah’s tube top and pulled it down to her hips in one quick motion, uncovering her breasts.

Rebekah looked at her bewildered and said, “I. Will. Kill you Bitch!” Running towards Emma, bare breasts bouncing about. Just then, in a world of perfect timing, the classroom door to Emma’s left opened, just as Rebekah lunged at her. Emma instinctively pushed Rebekah away from her and into the person exiting the classroom. Emma heard the collective gasps from the students in the classroom as she ran away. Rebekah’s scream was followed by a cacophony of laughter from the class.

Sprinting down the hallway she muttered to herself, “It has not been a great week for Rebekah,” as she headed to a downstairs bathroom to change.

All anyone could talk about for the rest of the week was Rebekah walking topless into a classroom, only a day after being bottomless in the hallway. There were already gif’s going around the school mashing up videos of both days into one fully nude Rebekah. Emma couldn’t believe her luck. If you’d told her that she would be streaking naked through the school and no one would be talking about it, she wouldn’t believe it. When she relayed what happened to Rebekah to Claire on the bus ride home, she was so overjoyed she gave Emma clothing privileges for the time being. But they would not last long…

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Chapter 10

Two weeks after the bathroom streak, the school was still a buzz from Rebekah’s incident. Not a day went by without receiving multiple memes and gifs of it. But two weeks must have been long enough for Claire, as she dragged Emma back to the bathroom during 3rd period to try again.

As Emma sat naked in the stall, she realized she was even more nervous and scared than the previous time. At least then, it was mostly shock and adrenaline. Now she has the knowledge that she should have been caught by a boy right outside of a classroom full of students and she WAS caught by Rebekah without even realizing it. Not to mention she knows now that if she does get caught, she’ll be meme’d forever and people will never let it go.

When the timer went off, she decided to take the same path as last time, hoping Claire switched bathrooms. She knew it was 50-50, either way. Right as she walked out of the stall, someone walked in. Emma bolted back into the stall as she heard a couple of girls talking to each other. From the sound of it, there were three of them that came in together. Emma breathed a huge sigh of relief, if the timer had gone off just a minute earlier she’d have been caught by a group of girls. Emma continued sitting quietly in the stall as the girls chatted away, looking at her watch every few seconds. They came in here to get away from whatever class they were in. After over five minutes of chatting, Emma was starting to get nervous, she obviously needed to get her clothes before the next class started. The idea of hoping these girls would leave so that she could run naked through the school was an odd one to her.

Finally, to Emma’s relief, one of the girls said, “Okay we should probably get back now, let's go.”

Another girl responded, “Just one more minute.”

“Oh my God Jessica, your boobs look fine.”

“But I want them to look better than fine!”

The third girl said, “Well we could push you naked into one of these classrooms, that’ll get people talking about your boobs.”

They all laughed. “Right? I can’t even imagine being that Rebekah girl, I honestly can’t think of anything worse.” They continued laughing as they walked out of the bathroom, while Emma hung her head in shame looking down at her naked body.

After waiting a full five minutes after they left, in case they were loitering at the vending machines, as they certainly didn’t seem in a hurry to go anywhere, Emma made her move. She followed the same route as the previous time and made it all the way to the Men’s bathroom without incident. As she was nearing her move to run through the double doors, she saw movement towards the outside stairs. Not wanting to be caught, she took the only option she could. She went into the Men’s bathroom. Seeing that there were only two stalls, she ran into the nearest one. Once she locked the door and put her feet up, she heard the door open and waited to see if he would use the urinal or the stall. When she heard him lock the stall door and unzip his pants, she quickly unlatched her stall and ran to the door to look out. Seeing no one, she ran through both double doors and into the Women’s Bathroom in hallway 2.

She went to the far stall first and the bag wasn’t there, the next stall empty too, when she checked the last stall door it was locked. Without hesitating this time Emma asked the same question she had previously asked, “Hi, sorry, but do you know if I left my bag in there by any chance?”

As she was finishing the last word, the stall door opened and a girl walked out, standing face to face (mask) with Emma. When she saw a naked Emma in front of her, her jaw dropped. Emma froze, bearing her body unobstructed to the girl.

The girl, equally stunned, stared openly at Emma’s breasts, speechless, Emma finally reached up with both hands to cover her boobs, in the most awkward way she could, by cupping each boob with a hand. This caused the girl to look down between her legs.

“Ahh” Emma managed to get out as she scrambled to cover between her legs and breasts. “I’m sorry!” she exclaimed.

“Wha-What are you doing?” The girl said, sounding scared. “Are you going to take my clothes and throw me into a classroom?!” She started to cry.

Emma was further stunned, but then remembered she was wearing a mask like a robber. Based on her size, Emma guessed she was a freshman, probably terrified of what she heard about Rebekah. “No no no!” Emma finally said, “It’s not like that! I, uh, just, is there a bag in there?”

The girl shook her head. “Fuck!” Emma said, dropping her hands, causing the freshman to look away. Emma didn’t really care at that moment that she was freely showing her naked body to a stranger. She looked at the girl and said, “Look, I’m not going to take your clothes. Someone is making me do this. I do need a favor though.” The girl gave a slight scared nod, relieved at hearing that. “I need you to go to the Women’s bathroom in hallway 4 and grab a bag that has my clothes in it and bring it back here to me. Can you do that? Please. Otherwise I have to run there completely naked!”

The girl stared at her wide eyed and quietly said, “You’re saying someone made you get naked and run around the school?”

“Yes, but w—” Before Emma could get the next word out, the girl reached for a key chain in her back pocket and then pointed it at her. Emma put her hands up, like she was being arrested. The girl was holding a little keychain of mace. “Whoa whoa whoa, what the heck? Please don’t spray me!” Emma pleaded, “I just need your help!” as she backed away.

“I’m really sorry this happened to you, but I can’t help you,” the girl said, walking out of the stall and moving towards the main door.

“But why not? It’ll only take a couple of minutes.”

“Yeah, but what if by helping you, the person who did this to you, does it to me?!” she reasoned. “I’m really sorry, but if I was naked in the school like you, I’d never be able to show my face again. Even if I was wearing a mask.” She backed away from Emma towards the door.

Emma was seething. “Hey!” she called out. The girl hesitated but looked back at her. “I just want you to know one thing. You don’t know who I am, but I know who you are.” Emma knew she sounded evil right now, but felt she had no choice. “If you tell anyone what you saw here, I promise you that you won’t have to guess what it feels like to be naked at school, you’ll know exactly what it is like.” The girl gulped, nodded her head and walked out the door. Emma wondered if she took that too far.

A second later the door opened back up and the girl said, “Hey the coast is clear FYI,” then she was gone again.

Emma steeled herself up for a minute, then opened the door and quickly made her way down the hallway. The girl was halfway down and about to open her door when she stopped, signaling Emma to run first. Emma ran past her and said, “Thanks,” before heading straight to the original bathroom. She crouched in the alcove for a minute, catching her breath. When she saw no movement through the doors, she rushed through them, but halfway to the other doors, she heard movement on the steps. She stood still for a moment in the worst place she could be. Out in the open of both hallways, the stairs, and anyone looking from the outside. She quickly weighed her options and realized she wouldn’t make it to either door in time, so she sprinted past the vending machines and squeezed herself between the side of the machine and the half wall. There wasn’t enough room to crouch down, so she stood front facing the open air to the athletic fields, facing dozens of students on the track. She prayed no one looked in this direction, but they were the least of her worries at the moment, as the footsteps sounded like they were coming towards her.
The footsteps stopped in front of the other vending machine. As relieved as she was, she needed them to hurry up, because the students on the track were beginning to walk towards her, probably headed to the locker rooms before class ended to dress out. A minute went by and the students were getting closer, she tried her best to hide, but they were getting to a range where they would unmistakably see a naked girl. She already saw people looking at her, but they seemed unsure of what they were looking at yet. Finally she heard the drink drop in the vending machine and the person reach in and walk away, but she had to wait until they were gone to leave and now people were pointing at her. When she heard, “Am I crazy or is she naked?” Emma took off towards the doors not waiting for a response. She didn’t even think this time, she just fully sprinted down the hall as fast as she could.

She got to the bathroom without any interruptions this time, out of breath, but worth the risk. She ran into stall one and two and saw no bag, but when she got to stall three, it was locked. She cursed, this time making sure to cover up in case they walked out. She was running out of time. Once again she called out, “Excuse me, sorry, but do you know if I left my bag in there by any chance?”

The voice said, “Um excuse me, but do you like it when someone talks to you while you’re taking a shit?”

Emma was caught off guard, “Sorry, I just really need my bag,” Emma said. “Is it in there?”

“Is it in there?” They responded in a mocking voice.

Emma walked into stall 2 and locked the door in case someone walked in. “Ok, not sure what your problem is, but I’ll wait.”

“Damn right you will.”

“I just don’t understand why you can’t tell me if it is in there.”

“For fuck sake, there is no bag here. Go away,” the girl said.

“I don’t believe you,” Emma said. “It has to be in there.”

“Jesus Christ, I just want to take a shit in peace. You can either believe me, or you can wait and be disappointed later.”

Emma looked at her watch, she only had a few minutes. She had no choice. Emma walked out of her stall and pretended to open the door to the hallway, then she did something appalling. She quietly got on the ground of the bathroom and looked under the divider of the other girl's stall. A huge invasion of privacy, but desperate times call for desperate measures. If anyone were to walk in now, they would see a naked girl wearing a mask, laying down on the bathroom floor trying to look into someone's stall, she’d probably get arrested. But then she saw it. Under the sink of the handicap stall, was the bag.

Emma was relieved to see the bag, but frustrated at the girl lying to her for no reason. She decided to go sit in the stall and wait it out, but then thought what if the girl takes her bag. The girl already lied to her, what's stopping her from taking the bag? Then she would be stranded naked, Emma couldn’t let that happen. Not when she was this close to being safe.

Emma couldn’t believe what she was doing, she army crawled under stall 1, into stall 2, and then did the unthinkable and slid herself into the girls stall.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” the girl cried trying to cover herself up.

The girl was kicking her as Emma tried to stand up to get to the sink. “I’m-I’m sorry but I need my bag!” As she stood up, Emma's foot caught on the girl's shorts around her ankles, causing her to trip.

“What the hell?! Why are you naked!” The girl said, staring at Emma’s butt. “Oh my god it’s you! Do you know what you put me through?!”

Emma, not bothering to cover up, looked at the girl. It was Rebekah. Again. How is it always Rebekah? And why was she sitting on the toilet completely naked. There were two girls in one bathroom stall not wearing a stitch, staring at each other. “I’m so sorry! It was an accident!” Emma squealed.

“An accident?! You pushed me into a classroom topless!” Rebeckah said, putting an arm over her tits.

“Wait, why are you naked right now?” Emma asked, confused.

“Bitch, because my romper is attached to your foot, I’m not a sick pervert like you.”

Sure enough Emma looked down and saw Rebekah’s romper and panties caught on her ankle. “Well I’m sorry about that. But hey, nothing of yours I haven’t seen before right?” Emma’s joke was not well received. “Anyways, I’ll get out of your hair, I just needed my bag,” as she walked over to the sink.

“Bitch, are you deaf?! Your bag is not here, that is my bag! Don’t you dare touch it.” Rebekah demanded.

She wasn’t lying, Emma looked at the bag and saw it wasn’t hers. What was she supposed to do now? Claire said in an emergency to run to the dumpsters or the woods, she quickly looked at her watch. She’d never make it. The bell was about to ring. There was only one option, and it was going to send her straight to hell.

“Get out of my stall!” Rebekah yelled.

Emma replied, “Sorry, sorry! I’m leaving,” and tried to make it look like an accident when she kicked Rebekah’s romper as she walked, sending it to the other side. “Whoops! Sorry I’ll get it!”

“No shit you’ll get it, you pervert.”

Emma opened and closed the stall door and then did the worst thing she’s ever done. She grabbed the romper and put it on. She stood there now fully clothed, contemplating her next move, when Rebekah yelled out, “Any day now!”

Emma walked over to her stall and said, “Ok listen, so this is how—” but she was interrupted when fully naked Rebekah burst out of her stall.

Rebekah’s eyes bulged and she yelled, “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING MY CLOTHES, TAKE THEM OFF!”

“Listen, listen,” Emma said pleadingly, backing away as Rebekah closed in on her. “I will be right back. Just wait here in the stall and I’ll come back with your clothes.” Emma continued her way to the door as Rebekah was trying to close the distance. “Someone took my bag of clothes, I just need to go get clothes from my gym locker and then I’ll come right back, I swear!”

“How is that my problem? You did this to yourself. Give. It. Back. Now.” Rebekah said as she lunged forward. Emma jumped backward into the bathroom door and pushed herself through. Rebekah stumbled into the hallway as her lunge missed.

Emma, now fully clothed, was staring at Rebekah, naked in the hallway besides her flip flops. “Please, just go back to the bathroom. I swear I’ll be right back and no one will know.”Rebekah lunged at Emma again, in a blind rage, but Emma dodged and ran to the middle of the hallway. Rebekah wasn’t thinking as she chased after Emma, but right then the worst thing that could have happened, happened. The bell rang. Everyone flooded out of their classrooms at once and saw Rebekah standing there, fully naked, without a stitch. No one even noticed Emma wearing a ski mask.

As the flood of students registered what was happening, Emma didn’t hesitate, walking the other direction with her head down, pulling off the mask inconspicuously as she hurried down the hallway. She heard a sound behind her that could only be described as a wolf howl, when she heard Rebekah’s loud, “NOOOOOOOOOO.”

Emma headed straight for the dumpster and for ten minutes just stayed out of anyone's sight, when she saw Claire approach. “Thank god you’re here! The bag was gone!” Emma said frantically.

“I know!” Claire said. “Someone turned it into lost and found. I just got it back!”

Emma grabbed and unlocked the bag, stripped naked, and put on her clothes. When Emma relayed the story, Claire was on the ground laughing as hard as she could. “You just ruined that girl's life!” Claire said through bouts of laughter. “Again!”

“I know! What do I do now, she’ll get expelled!” Emma cried.

“From what I hear, that girl deserves it,” Claire said, “but you’re right.” She grabbed a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper and pinned it to the dress with a bobby pin from her hair. “Come on, let's go find her.”

They kept the dress hidden in the bag as they walked. It wasn’t hard to find Rebekah with all the commotion. A teacher was pulling her naked by the arm through the middle of the quad. Between students not going to class, to watch this display, and fourth period being the start of lunch, the quad was packed. A countless number of cellphones were recording her naked walk of shame. Emma and Claire were standing in front of the Admin office and Rebekah was headed right for them. They walked into the office and heard the receptionist say from the backroom, “Be with you in one second!” Claire took the opportunity to throw Rebekah’s romper onto the receptionist's desk and they exited out a side door, just as Rebekah was paraded through the main entrance.

The school was buzzing about Rebekah all day, the various videos were shared with everyone. As terrible as Rebekah had always treated people, Emma felt awful that she was the direct cause of her humiliation. After lunch, classes were suspended as everyone crowded into the gym for the principal to give an impromptu speech about bullying. The good news is the school believed Rebekah to be a victim of harassment, which Emma realized, she certainly was.

After the school day ended, Emma spent the bus ride, fully clothed, telling Claire the full tale in excruciating detail. From threatening the freshman, to crawling on the bathroom floor, to stealing the romper. Claire couldn’t get enough, Emma had never seen her happier. She took the opportunity to try and convince Claire to stop their escapades around school. Claire laughed and said, “We will pause for now, because the school will be on high alert. But as soon as it dies down, we have more adventures to attend to my pet.”

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Holy shit is it good to have you back, and two chapters!? Amazing!

I enjoyed both chapters. It was just nice to spend time in Emma's world again and the expense of her dignity that is. I've missed her and this story. I will say, I would very much liked to have seen significantly more from the scene where Emma has to continue playing with herself in front of Rachel though. You know, a lot more of Emma trying to act normal and despite her best efforts, she's failing miserably, yet by some miracle, Rachel doesn't notice. Lip biting, erratic breathing, inability to concentrate etc.

I also wished that Rebekah got her revenge in the latest chapter instead of being the one naked again.. I'm not actually a huge fan of Rebekah getting stripped in general if I'm honest.

Still, I love this story, and I'm so glad it's back! Thanks for the double feature chapters back to back!