The real Chrissie wouldn't have dreamed of invading a men's room, but the real Chrissie was on vacation for the night. This was a blue-haired slut in a skintight sheath dress, with no underwear and four-inch spikes. She strutted toward him, her ass swaying. Something told her she was ready for anything.

He put his hands on her waist and pulled her close. He was six-three and he towered over Chrissie. She could smell the rum on his chest from the drink she'd tossed at him, and it mixed with the smell of his sweat, of his natural male funk. She laid her cheek...

"You'd be surprised how a nice swim will put a different complexion on things," he insisted, reaching for her buttons.

"Mr. Sheen " Judith exclaimed, gripping his wrists.

Did he know how desperately she needed the money?

"All - all right," she agreed reluctantly, easing her grip on his powerful wrists.

"I thought you'd see things my way," he said confidently. His strong fingers deftly freed her buttons.

Judith hung her head in shame and let him strip her blouse off...

The harness was black, strong and extremely tight. It consisted primarily of a leather belt encircling Selina's waist, the foundation, from which silver metal rings linked thick ropes to the various parts of her body.

Two ropes strapped under her knees, holding her creamy white thighs up almost to her shoulders. Another two ropes ran completely around her kneecaps, separating them into the spread-eagle position, revealing everything.

The rest of her body - her arms, elbows, shoulders, even her feet, so she couldn't kick - was bound as well....

Jennifer looked around, saying, "Wh-where's Mrs. Johanson?"

"She couldn't make it today. There's somebody waiting in my office who wants to meet you. Remember, baby. You're to do exactly as you're told at all times. Now, let's go in.

Jennifer went in and saw the football coach sitting in a chair in front of the vice-principal's desk. Coach Dave O'Reilly sat there grinning at her with a lustful leer. He was short, stocky and muscular. His brown hair was short. His brown eyes gleamed out at her, making her knees tremble as her heart...