Lara The Cheer Captain (Chapter 5 posted 11/11)

[hofforlow]

Good story. And I'm happy you returned, because your previous story was one of the best posted here.

[hamjilly]

Best story by far!

[Mariax]

I was supposed to post chapter 4 today but I don't have access to my computer. I should be able to post tomorrow. Sorry for the slight delay...

[Mariax]

Lara allowed Shana to lead her to the home economics classroom. Luckily it seemed to be empty at the moment, and since both Lara and Shana were on their lunch break, they had nearly an hour to figure out the skirt situation. Shana closed the door behind them as Lara awkwardly set her bag down on the nearest table.

“All right, give me the skirt”, said Shana as she held her hand out to Lara.

Caught off guard by the request, Lara gripped the torn skirt harder and took a step back. “Shana, I can’t give you this, I don’t have anything on under it.”

Shana gave Lara a stern look and gestured towards Lara’s legs, “I can’t fix it while it’s on your body. Best I could do is take some scissors and cut the rest, so it hopefully looks like it’s supposed to be that length.” Shana stifled the smile threatening to break out on her face at the position she was forcing Lara into.

Lara had a look of pure terror on her face as she tried to consider her options. If she didn’t take the skirt off, they would have to cut it, and she would be wearing a very short skirt for the rest of the day with no panties on to protect her modesty. However, if she were to allow Shana to properly work on the skirt on one of the sewing machines, she would be stuck completely bottomless in this classroom until Shana was done. It was a no-win situation. As always, when stuck in a high-pressure situation, Lara froze up. She did what she always did and let Shana decide. She looked Shana in the eye and Shana just shook her open hand in Lara’s direction, silently asking for the skirt again.

Using every bit of her willpower, Lara slipped one hand into the waistband of her ruined skirt and cupped her womanhood, trying to cover as much as she possibly could. She then began rolling the skirt down bit by bit with her remaining hand. It was a lot more work removing a skirt with one hand than she expected. It took her an entire minute before it finally fell and bunched at her ankles. Lara quickly threw her other hand over her crotch and moved behind the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom. She crouched down to keep her crotch below the counter level.

Shana watched Lara carefully move across the room and behind the desk. She laughed and picked up Lara’s skirt. This was too much fun. Much to Lara’s dismay she took the skirt clear to the other side of the room to begin working on it, where Lara couldn’t see anything.

“Sorry Lara, this is my normal workstation, it’s just where I feel most comfortable.” The truth was that she didn’t want Lara to see what she was doing, and she liked the idea of keeping the bottomless girl as far away from her clothes as she could.

Lara was stewing in pure humiliation as she crouched behind the teacher’s desk in this unfamiliar part of her high school. She could not stop thinking about what would happen if someone walked in. They might see her in this embarrassing position, they might think she was some kind of pervert. She cupped her private area with more force as if someone was trying to get a peak. She could not believe that what had started as such a normal day had spiraled into this disaster. Some pervert had stolen her underwear, then she had torn her skirt so badly it was probably ruined forever, and now that had turned into her huddling in the corner of a classroom totally naked from the waist down. She had never been so humiliated in her life!

Sensing something odd, Lara lifted her left hand, the first hand she had covered herself with while lowering her skirt. She tightened her right hand to make up for the loss of cover of her privates. Confused, Lara saw that the palm of her hand was wet. After quickly making sure Shana was far away and not looking, she briefly removed both hands from her crotch and looked between her legs. Clear as day she could see that her blonde pubic patch was unquestionably moist. A new wave of humiliation washed over her at the thought that her body was somehow being stimulated by this horrible situation.

Lara brought both hands back over her shame and blurted out to Shana, “Are you nearly finished?”

Shana smirked at the desperate sound of her friend’s voice on the other side of the room. “Not if you want it to actually look like a real skirt again. It will be another 30 minutes before anyone comes to this classroom, hold your horses.”

Shana was almost finished, but she wanted to keep Lara on edge as much as possible. She was getting a power trip from this and could not get enough.

Lara felt her shoulders sag at the negative response from Shana. Her legs were starting to hurt from her awkward squatting position. She allowed her bare bottom to hit the ground and brought her knees up in front of her. If someone were to walk through the front door, they would not even be able to see her behind the teacher’s desk, but she still felt more exposed and vulnerable than she ever had in her life.

Fifteen more minutes passed with Lara awkwardly fidgeting behind the desk before Shana finally spoke up.

“It’s all finished. Come get your skirt!”

Shana purposely stayed on the opposite side of the room from Lara, who tried to peak her head out from behind the desk without showing anything below her neck.

“Can you throw it over to me, please?” Lara asked shyly.

Shana did her best to act like Lara was being ridiculous. “Lara I am the only one here and we change next to each other in the locker room every single day. You need to get over this ridiculous shyness and I’m going to help you, starting right now. Get your butt over here and put on your skirt that I skipped lunch to fix for you!”

Never one to stand up to a challenge, and not wanting to seem ungrateful for Shana’s hard work, Lara slowly stood up while keeping her pubic region as covered as she possibly could. She very slowly began inching her way towards Shana while constantly watching the door.

“Thank you for your help…” Lara muttered.

Shana smiled as Lara approached, she was just now starting to realize how much leverage she had over the poor girl. When Lara finally reached her Shana pulled the skirt out of her reach before Lara could grab it.

“You’re way too shy Lara… Just this morning I stood in front of you totally naked. We’re friends, it’s no big deal, see?” Shana raised her t-shirt and flashed her perky little breasts to Lara. Lara gasped and Shana let her shirt fall again.

“It is a big deal to me. Can I please have my skirt back?” Lara stuck her hand out waiting for Shana to hand it to her.

Shana acted like she was about to hand the skirt over, and then stopped and took a step back. “I’ll tell you what Lara, now is the perfect time to work on your shyness. Put your hands behind your head and I’ll give you the skirt.”

Lara was shocked beyond words and took a full step away from Shana, unconsciously trying to protect herself. “Shana, no! That’s way too much! Just give me my clothes!”

“I will leave the room right now and you can explain to the art class why you’re half naked.” Shana began walking towards the door and laughing, “maybe they’ll think you’re a nude model.”

“Please, don’t leave! I’ll do it!” Lara stamped her foot at Shana not seeing any other option.

Without saying a word Shana just moved back in front of Lara and waited with her arms crossed. Lara stood silently for second after second. She could not muster up the courage to expose herself like this, even to her closest friend.

“Lara the next class will get here soon, lunch is over in less than 5 minutes.”

“FINE!”

Not giving herself time to consider her actions, Lara threw both hands behind her head and squeezed her eyes shut, willing this to all be a bad dream. Not missing a beat, Shana pulled out her phone and quickly snapped a photograph from the top of Lara’s head to her feet. Her blonde bush effectively covered her entire labia, but it was still extremely erotic. Shana couldn’t wait to touch herself to this photo later. She quickly pushed her phone back into her pocket and knelt right in front of Lara, she thought she saw a bit of moisture and detected just a tiny scent of arousal while kneeling near Lara’s crotch. She made a mental note of this, it looked like Lara was enjoying this, regardless of the act she was putting on.

Shana broke the spell of the moment by speaking, “Okay lift your right foot.”

Lara nearly jumped out of her skin when Shana spoke. She saw what Shana intended to do, she considered fighting it, but the fight had left her. All she felt was humiliation. She lifted her right foot a few inches off the ground and Shana pulled the skirt under it.

“Now the other leg.”

Lara still had her hands behind her head. She sniffled back a single tear and lifted her other leg. Shana pulled the skirt on and pulled it up to Lara’s waist. Shana did a circle around Lara making sure it was on properly before noticing Lara’s hands were still where she was ordered to place them.

“Good job, you can put your hands down.”

Lara dropped her hands and finally began collecting herself after those hyper-emotional few minutes. Shana was admiring her work with the skirt when Lara saw what she had done.

“Shana there’s barely any skirt left! I thought you were fixing it?” Lara was shocked.

The skirt now only went down as far as the tear had been. Half of Lara’s skirt was just gone. Her once modest skirt that went below her knees now only went maybe two inches below her butt. This is shorter than Lara was comfortable with, but she could live with it if she had panties on. With nothing below the skirt, her chances of flashing someone her butt (or something worse) were way too high.

“I did what I could, it was totally ruined below that point.”

Shana was halfway telling the truth. She would not have been able to save the skirt below the rip, but she didn’t tell Lara she took nearly another half inch off above that. She had turned Lara’s once modest dress into a microskirt you might see at a dance club. Lara was messing with the skirt trying to get maximum coverage. She ended up pulling it so low on her waist that a large band of naked skin was visible between her blouse and skirt, and Shana was pretty sure she could see a tiny bit of pubic hair poking out the top. This did get her enough length down below that it was unlikely she would flash any lucky guys, Shana noted with annoyance.

While Lara was still trying to make herself decent, the first students for the upcoming home economics class came in from the hallway. Lara nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise. The two girls that entered gave Lara a look like they had just run into a prostitute in their school.

“Sorry, girls, we had a little wardrobe malfunction and needed the machines. We’ll get out of your hair.” Said Shana as she grabbed Lara’s hand and began leading her out into the hallway.

Lara silently allowed Shana to lead her through the halls to her next class. She was too ashamed to do anything but look at the floor.

“The day is halfway over, Lara, and no one will even notice how you’re dressed. I’ll see you in a few hours and we can go home. See ya.”

With that Shana left Lara on her own outside of her Calculus class. Lara knew it was a lie that no one would notice how she was dressed. As she slowly came back to her senses, she saw nearly every student walking near her in the hall looking at her legs. She was tempted to just run out of the school and go home, but her grades were just too important to her. If she wanted to get a good scholarship needed straight As and every extra-curricular activity she could get. Realizing she was still the center of attention in the hallway she quickly made her way into her 5th period Calculus class and grabbed a seat in the very back. All she needed to do was get through three periods and she could go home and put on something decent.

[emobat]

Can't wait for next chapter!

[mikewozere]

What Lara doesn't need is to get into a catfight with another girl - just saying

[Casanova]

Will Shana also take part in some of the exposure or will she just be living vicariously through Lara and training her all the way to utter humiliation?

[Mariax]

Greg Pelter was exactly what you would imagine a High School Calculus teacher to be. He was balding, skinny, wore thick glasses, and he was incredibly awkward with women. He had once been a very promising mathematician, but one tiny little incident had him threatened with a sexual harassment suit, and he was forced to step down from his position at a prestigious university. He now found himself wasting his days teaching basic mathematical principles to a bunch of uninterested high school students at an uninteresting backwater high school.

He remembered it like it was yesterday. Just three years ago, his teaching assistant, a beautiful young math major named Tiffany, kept showing up to his office in the shortest little skirts. She would lean over his desk asking him about his theorems and stick her cute little butt up. He was certain she was trying to seduce him. After weeks of this he had decided to man-up and make his move. The next time she bent over his desk like that in her tiny little skirt he placed his hand very low on her lower back and allowed his pinky to slightly dip into the top of her skirt.

It turned out she had not been trying to seduce him, and the red handprint had still not disappeared from his cheek by the time he was called into the Dean’s office. He had been asked to leave with as little attention as possible. Just quietly hand in his resignation and be gone from the university by the following day. If he did that there would be no report made and no charges filed. Having no real choice in the matter, he did exactly that. Within two hours he had gone from being a promising future tenured Professor at a prestigious university to being unemployed and unemployable in any proper university. No official charges had been filed, but word travels fast in those circles. No one would hire a pervert and liability like Greg Pelter.

Four months later he began his dead-end career as a high school math teacher at East Hill High School. Not a day went by that he did not wish he could put that flirty bitch that cost him his future in her place. Why dress like that and act so sexy towards a man if you are not interested? His actions were logical, at least they seemed that way at the time. He had always been a perfect gentleman up to that point.

Mr. Pelter was pulled back to reality by the ringing of the bell. It was time to teach another bunch of high school idiots some simple equations. He noticed it was quieter than normal and the students all seemed to keep looking towards the back of the class when they thought they could do it casually. That’s when he noticed the girl in the tiny skirt in the back. Mr. Pelter hardly ever bothered learning the names of any of his students. This girl was dressed just like that bitch, Tiffany. She looked a little like her too. To be fair this girl had bigger tits than Tiffany. He decided to take attendance and figure out what this girl’s name was.

He ran through name after name of students he didn’t care about until she finally raised her hand. Lara Kinshaw. Lara. He would remember that name. Who did this Lara think she was? Coming to his class looking like a cheap slut. Looking like that cheap slut Tiffany… He quickly ran through the rest of the attendance sheet, barely bothering to even mark the absences. Maybe he had no way of ever getting back at Tiffany, but clearly this Lara slut is the same type of person. Maybe he could take her down a peg. Maybe that would make him feel a little better.


Lara tried her best to become invisible in the back of her math class. It was apparently not working. Every single student in the class kept looking at her and the inappropriate amount of leg she was showing. Several of the students were nudging each other and pointing out her protruding nipples as well.

Mr. Pelter seemed undisturbed by the murmuring going on throughout his entire class, and Lara even felt that he checked out her legs several times as well. Surely, she was imagining things, Mr. Pelter was not the type of person to act so indecently. Lara just made sure to keep her knees pressed tightly together and attempted to pay attention to the lesson. The fact that she could feel the cold plastic of the chair directly touching the lower part of her butt cheeks, where the newly shortened skirt no longer covered them, kept her on edge. As did the constant looks and smirks from her classmates. Several times she thought she saw someone pointing their phone at her. She hoped they were not taking pictures, but there was not really anything she could do about it.

The most humiliating part of this situation was that Lara could feel her vagina moistening with every glance. She hated being looked at in this way, but her body could not help but slowly heat up every time it felt lecherous eyes digging into it.

Mr. Pelter closed his book and dropped it onto his desk, drawing everyone’s eyes to the front of the room. Even Lara was brought back to the real world by the sudden noise.

“All right, I hope everyone has been paying attention. To make sure everyone is following me I am going to pick one of you at random and have you come solve a problem on the blackboard.” Mr. Pelter pretended to pick up his attendance sheet and pick a name at random, “Lara Kinshaw, come to the front of the class.”

Lara felt like a deer in headlights. Of all days, why did she have to get called up to solve a stupid math problem today? She very slowly moved her legs to the side of her desk, making sure not to split her knees by even a centimeter. With the short length of her skirt, and her lack of panties, she was in constant danger of flashing her entire class. She managed to safely extricate herself from the desk and began making her way to the front of the class. Every pair of eyes in the room were taking in her bare legs or her clearly unrestrained breasts.

Mr. Pelter had to clear his throat to properly speak. The lewd girl in front of him was making it hard to concentrate. “All right, using the methods discussed in today’s lecture, solve the problem on the board, and make sure to properly show your work.” He gestured towards an equation written on the top right of the blackboard.

Lara audibly gulped as she noticed how high up the equation was written. She knew she was expected to use the step stool provided to reach the top of the board. This would raise her at least two feet off the ground and put her barely covered bottom at eye level with the entire class. You could hear a pin drop as she approached the stool and looked back at Mr. pelter, begging him with her eyes to not make her do this.

“We don’t have all day, Miss Kinshaw. Please solve the equation and return to your desk.” He crossed his arms dismissively.

Seeing no other option Lara stepped onto the first step. Even though she was a somewhat tall girl, at 5’9”, she still did not have enough height to reach the portion of the board she needed. She took a deep breath and climbed another step. A single whistle, in appreciation of Lara, sounded from somewhere in the classroom. The entire room began laughing. The humiliated Lara looked to Mr. Pelter and saw him laughing too. Realizing there was no sympathy to be found here she reached up and found she could just barely reach the math problem, if she stretched. This also had the effect of expanding the skin she was showing around her waist, and made her legs appear even longer and more statuesque. Several students got pictures of the humiliated girl that they would treasure for years to come.

Lara had finally managed to reach the equation, but now that she was looking at it… She had no idea how to solve it. She had been too distracted by her outfit during the entire lecture to absorb any of the information. She began writing and then erasing her clearly incorrect work several times before Mr. Pelter finally stopped her.

“Stop, Lara. It’s clear you either were not paying attention to my lecture, or you have no business being in a mathematics class of this level.”

The class laughed at the humiliated girl once again as she slowly made her way back down the step stool without showing anything inappropriate.

“Maybe you should spend less time trying to show the boys your legs and more time studying.”

Lara had never been more ashamed in her life. None of this was her fault. She was about to try to explain this to Mr. Pelter when he stopped her and spoke over her.

“We only have about five minutes left in class. Everyone else is free to study their notes for the rest of class.” He looked back at Lara, “You, you need to clean my blackboard off completely and then write ‘I will stop trying to distract the class by dressing inappropriately’ ten times. You can’t leave until only that statement is on my board, all ten times. Hopefully this will be a lesson to you to pay attention in class next time.”

Mr. Pelter sat at his desk and began looking through his lesson plans while the entire class giggled at Lara. She could not believe the nerve of this man. Anger and humiliation fought for dominance in her mind as she took the eraser and began cleaning the board. She had to climb the stool again to clean several parts of the board, and white chalky powder was getting on her hands, on her blouse, and in her hair. The bell rang and the class slowly started shuffling out right as she began writing her phrase out for the first time. She had just finished writing it out for the second time when she decided to stop and speak to Mr. Pelter, now that the other students were gone.

“E…Excuse me, Mr. Pelter?” Lara could not believe how difficult she was finding it to speak. She was always shy and reserved, but in these humiliating situations it was like she lost every bit of self-confidence she usually had.

“Yes, Miss Kinshaw?” Mr. Pelter looked up from his notes and was both aroused and surprised by the sight in front of him. The girl was a mess. She had chalk all over her shirt and hands, and she had a layer of sweat around her from both the exertion of cleaning the large and dirty blackboard, and certainly the emotionally charged situation she was in. It caused her already borderline inappropriate blouse to stick to her skin and make her impressive nipples even more prominent. Mr. Pelter licked his lips as he gave her a once over, before catching himself and remembering to act like a professional.

Lara found herself putting her hands behind her back and looking at the floor in front of Mr. Pelter instead of looking him in the eye. She felt like a caricature of a guilty schoolgirl, except she truly was not guilty of anything! She just did not have the confidence to look anyone in the eye dressed as she was.

“I wanted to… to let you know I… I didn’t…”

If Greg Pelter wasn’t hypnotized by her breasts gently swaying as she nervously twisted her shoulders back and forth, he would have been annoyed with her stammering. As it was, she could stammer in front of him all day. He would just sit there and think about how it would feel to squeeze those things.

Lara stopped and caught her breath. She looked Mr. Pelter in the eyes ready to tell him everything that had happened to her that day and that none of this was her fault. As soon as she looked at his face, she saw he was staring at bullets at her chest. All the fight left her body and all she wanted was to get away from him as quickly as she could.

“Never mind, Sir.” Lara blurted out as she turned away and picked the chalk stick up.

Mr. Pelter never bothered picking his notes back up. He watched Lara’s every move as she wrote the eight remaining statements about not distracting her classmates by dressing inappropriately. When she finished, she quickly picked her bag up from her desk and rushed towards the door.

“Stop, Lara.”

With trepidation Lara stopped and turned to face Mr. Pelter, who was smiling at her.

“I will need this board in my next class. Thank you for writing all of this, but now that you’re done you can erase it.”

Lara’s shoulders slumped as she returned to the board and did as the teacher ordered. Mr. Pelter adjusted his now quite erect penis underneath his desk, where Lara could not see. He was getting such a rush from ordering around this little slut. He figured she brought it on herself by showing off that lewd body the way she did. No decent girl would dress like that or go without a bra in such a thin blouse. He watched her leave the classroom and began imagining all the fun he could have with Lara Kinshaw this year. School had just started, after all. Maybe being “just a high school teacher” would not be so bad.

[mikewozere]

I'm surprised the other cheerleaders haven't bullied her into revealing herself by now! There's still time, though

[SixPathsKeyblader]

I'm looking forward to seeing where this story goes. Also, Shana is a terrible friend.