Author: Spunk N. Wagnels
Title: (SNW) Not With My Daughter! 39
Part: 39
Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga
Summary: Marnie does what it takes to help daughter 
Brenda get into a special boarding school designed to 
help her become an educated model.
Keywords: blackmail, humiliation, exhibitionism, 
voyeurism, forced nudity, tickling. posture pictures

The following is adult fiction intended for legally 
mature adults to view at their discretion where and 
when it is legal to do so.  Similarity to persons,
living or dead is coincidence.  The author reserves 
all rights.  Permission is granted to archive in places 
where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as 
long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer.


This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" 
& "Not With My Daughter! Parts 2-38", which can be found 
free at "Spunk's Place" (See at bottom) 


Not With My Daughter!  Part 39
By Spunk N. Wagnels

"Hi Mom." Brenda said bounding into the kitchen. 

"Hi Sweetie." Marnie responded. "How are things going?'

"Okay, I guess." Brenda said.

"That's good." Marnie said going about making breakfast. 
"Can I fix you anything?"

"No thanks.  I'll get my own." Brenda said. "Mom, are 
you trying to turn Dad on or something your nightie is so 
see-through. What if you had to answer the door,  and I 
hadn't come down yet?"

"I just felt a little naughty this morning I guess." Marnie 
confessed.  "I'll go up and get a robe." 

"No need on my account, Lady. You still look fine at your 
age." Brenda said in a hubba hubba fashion.

"I hope you aren't buttering me up for something."  
Marnie said with suspicion.

"Ah, no.  Well ..." Brenda hemmed and hawed.

"What is it?" Marnie demanded.

"Mom, I hate my school."  Brenda unloaded.

"Honey, what's the matter?"

"I just don't fit in anymore there.  Everybody thinks I'm a 
lesbian, the boys want me to prove to them I'm not and the 
girls are threatened by the possibility, except of course the 
ones that want me to be one. But I really don't like them  
anyways." Brenda explained.

"Brenda, you're doing so well there.  I thought you were 
popular and that you  were liked that."

"Yeah, well now I'm popular for something I'm not and 
I'm sick of it." Brenda asserted. "Mom, I was on the 
Internet and I found just the school I'd like to go to."

"Are you talking about Jefferson High?  That is quite a 
commute."  Marnie said.

"No."  Brenda said looking for the right time. "Ah, I was 
thinking about a boarding school."

"A boarding school!? What on earth gave you that idea?"

"Well you see, there is this boarding school that a lot of 
the top models have gone to called Wycleft Academy.  It 
started out as a finishing school with some academics to 
make their graduates good conversationalists, and now 
they are more academically oriented.  If I could go there, 
I'd have my best shot at becoming a professional model."

"I don't know ... A boarding school?"

"You've been wanting me to stay away from the Larchers.  
This would give me all the help I would need to become a 
model and I wouldn't need Walter's help any more."  
Brenda said bright eyed and hopeful.

Marnie thought, as she sat down at the table.  "But, a 
boarding school?"

"I would write you every day."  Brenda said heading off 
the "I'd miss you" excuse.

"But how much would it cost?" Marnie asked.

"I'd be able to pay you back once I was modeling."  
Brenda offered.

"You really want to do this don't you?"  Marnie conceded.

"Well, they haven't accepted me, but if they did I would 
really want to go.  I hate my school here.  I need a new 
start and Wycleft Academy is in just the right direction I 
want to go."

"Well, we'll have to talk to your father."

"I know."

"When would you go?"

"As soon as they accept me, if that is okay."

"Wow, Honey.  This is so sudden."

"Mom, I could visit this weekend they said, if you could 
take me there."

"Honey, I was planning..." Marnie started to say, then 
thought, "She'd be away from Larcher and I wouldn't 
have to worry about him with her gone ..."

"Okay, let's see what this place is all about."  Marnie 
agreed.

  * * * * *

"Sally?  Hi, it's me.  We've got to postpone the 'coming 
out' party for Larcher." ... "something has come up with 
Brenda and I've got to fly her to see a school this 
weekend." ... "Oh you wouldn't believe it. ..."

  * * * * * * 

"Oh, thank you Mom." Brenda said hugging her mother's 
arm and laying  her head on her moother's shoulders as 
they were about to board the plane.  "Have you got the 
tickets?"

"Right here."

"Can I hold mine?"

"Sure Honey, here."

"Ah, Ma'am, I'm gonna have to ask you to step behind 
that screen over there for a random search." A young 
burly guard said to Marnie as she was being handed back 
her boarding pass.

"I'll be right with you Brenda."  She called out. "You go 
ahead and board the plane."

"Right this way Ma'am." The guard said, holding out his 
hand.

"Why me?" Marnie asked.

"It's strictly random."  The guard assured her.  "I'm just 
going to pat you down, will that be okay with you?"

"I guess." Marnie agreed reluctantly not wanting to 
create a scene.

She almost moaned aloud as the guard frisked her sides, 
back and front, paying particular attention to anything 
that might be hidden in her bra.  Marnie blushed and got 
hot, as he worked his way up her legs and brushed his 
thumb along her labia while searching her inner thighs 
and panties.

"Now, would you please open your bag?"  He took a 
sample of clothes out and held them up to her.  "I'm going 
to have to ask you to change into these for a moment so I 
can be sure that this bag belongs to you."

"But it does.  Those are my things." Marnie protested.

"Your flight will be leaving soon, Miss.  The sooner you 
prove to me that this is your bag, the sooner you can board 
the plane."

Marnie unbuttoned her dress with embarrassment, as the 
guard looked on, his legs spread and arms akimbo.  His 
eyes widened when her sheer bra came into view.  To her 
mortification, her nipples were still stiff from the 
treatment they'd received moments earlier. She quickly 
reached for the jersey knit pullover he was holding that 
she packed to sleep in, but he handed her another bra 
instead.  "Here, this first." He said.

"But ..."

"Most of the passengers are already on the plane Ma'am."

Marnie padded in place in her pantyhose, panties and 
heels while she undid her bra and let the cups drop down 
her arms in front of her, leaving her bare tits anxiously 
awaiting their next covering.  The man delayed handing 
her the other bra to gawk a moment, putting Marnie 
awash in humiliation and prompting her to conceal her 
ample tits as best she could from his view. 

Just as he was about to hand her the bra, a female airline 
employee barged in on them. "Gerald!"  She said 
forcefully, then grabbed the things he was holding and 
quickly crammed them into Marnie's bag.  "Oh here, put 
this on quickly.  They've closed the gate to the gangway.  
I'll have to open it for you."

Marnie pulled the jersey pullover on over her bare tits in 
a panic and grabbed the her bag from the lady as the 
employee put in her code to open the gate.  Marnie ran 
down the gangway, her breasts banging painfully up and 
down on her torso, hearing the woman say, "Gerald, you'd 
better watch out with this stuff or you'll ..." 

Her nipples rubbing against the back of the pullover gave 
her shivers as she stepped onto the plane.  Her humiliation 
was complete as she  faced the entire plane full of curious 
passengers in a pullover jersey that ended just below her 
crotch.  The impromptu outfit highlighted her athletic legs 
and her movement revealed to others that she was 
probably braless.

It was everything she could do to negotiate the aisle with 
her purse and weekend bag while trying to keep from 
exposing any more of her legs than what was absolutely 
necessary.  When she reached her row, Brenda was 
waiting for her anxiously in the window seat and looked at 
her aghast, "What happened?!"

"I'll tell you in a minute." Marnie replied reaching up to 
open the overhead bin. Then, realizing that it pulled the 
jersey up enough to give the passengers behind her a view 
of her cheek bottoms, she decided not to fight for room 
with the bags already stowed. Instead, she resigned herself 
to sit with it at her feet. She did a straight-legged bend 
over the aisle-seated passenger to drop the bag on the 
floor. The man behind her was blushing and perspiring 
when she stood up, turned, and noticed him. "That's the 
last free show you get buddy." She thought to herself, 
fighting off the embarrassment. 

The little old lady in the aisle seat appeared to be disabled, 
so Marnie did not trouble her to get up out of her way and 
instead took a long unsteady step over her feet.  The lady, 
trying to be helpful, put her hands on Marnie's butt, lifting 
her pullover in the process.  When Marnie was finally able 
to sit, her pullover was bunched up in back.

"I'll need you to put your seatbelt on Ma'am." The 
steward said, glancing in surprise at the panty covered 
crotch briefly exposed.  Brenda and Marnie teamed up to 
get Marnie buckled and to pull her pullover tail down to 
cover what they could as far as it would go between her 
legs now raised up by the carryon bag beneath her feet.

Marnie needed a minute to calm her body and emotions 
down. She did not begin to explain to Brenda the 
circumstances around the traumatic occurrence at the 
terminal gate until they were well into the flight and the 
lady on her left had taken a pill and was getting drowsy. 
"Oh Mom, how terrible." Brenda said wrapping her arms 
around Marnie's arm and hugging it. "Thank you so much 
for taking me to see the school." Then she adjusted herself 
for comfort and closed her eyes to sleep up against 
Marnie's arm.

Marnie was taken back to a time when Brenda as a small 
child cozying up and hugging her in moments of security 
and happiness.  Then she became conscious of the 
previously white knuckled lady now lightly gripping 
Marmie's upper thigh.  Then the lady dreamily readjusted 
her position and rested her head on her other hand, which 
was now on Marnie's other arm just below the shoulder.  
Marnie couldn't shake the lady without breaking the 
physical bond she was experiencing with her daughter or 
bumping the lady off of her with a shoulder check that 
might hurt her.

She was having trouble keeping her knees together as the 
only position of her feet wide apart was starting to grow 
uncomfortable.  She needed to readjust them bringing her 
feet together, whifch caused her knees to fall open at just 
the time the hand on her thigh began to throb and jerk, 
indicating signs of a disturbing dream.  With her left arm 
pinned by the sleeping lady, all she could do with her free 
hand was to cover her exposed crotch. She was starting to 
get excited being pinned down and having the fingers of a 
stranger gently squeezing her upper leg just an inch or 
two from her pleasure zone.  "I'm going to have to try to 
wake up this drugged lady." She thought.  The lady's other 
hand started to slip out from under her resting head and 
slid down Marnie's front to where her breasts just started 
to swell forward.  "Please wake up lady." She shouted in 
her head. Moments later the hand slid some more down 
onto the top of her breast.  "Oh god, tell me this isn't 
happening." She thought.  She could feel the wetness 
developing under her fingers and wondered if anyone else 
could smell her excitement like she was beginning to.  She 
looked over the aisle at the man in the opposite seat and 
caught him closing the gap in his fingers he was looking 
through while pretending to be asleep.  The woman's hand 
slid down a little more to where her little finger hung 
down to just below her nipple.  "That's it, I've got to wake 
this lady!" She decided, but the little finger started to 
unconsciously stroke up and down over the nipple that was 
growing to its maximum turgidity.

Marnie couldn't rally the energy to wake her now.  She 
needed every ounce of concentration and effort to deal 
with the rising sensations in a managed way so no one 
would be the wiser of what was happening to her.  She was 
too far-gone not to get some relief from the tension that 
began in the airport and now was ruling her as she sat 
restricted in her seat. She needed to look over at the man 
often enough to make him look away and she needed to be 
still whenever someone was walking down the aisle past 
her seat.  Her red pullover hid her red-faced flush of 
excitement somewhat, but now guys would stop and try to 
make conversation with her if she gave them any eye 
contact when they passed. 

When she could, she stroked her pussy with her fingers.  
The  unconscious nipple flicking was growing more 
consistent and perspiration was forming on her brow.  The 
fingers of her left hand were not as adept as her right, and 
it was as if someone else was stroking her.  She muffled a 
whimper, looked across the aisle embarrassed as she 
involuntarily bucked up and jackknifed forward in her 
seat as she tried to squeeze down hard on her fingers.  This 
woke Brenda and jostled the lady to semi-consciousness, so 
she pretended she needed to find 
something in her bag while she tried to hide the potential 
orgasm that was about to happen.

"Oh what a bother."  She said covering up her labored 
breathing.  "I'll just have to check when we land."

"What is it Mom?" Brenda asked.

"Oh nothing Honey.  I'll take care of it later." Marnie 
said hornier now than ever, gripping the ends of her 
armrests tightly.

"At least they aren't clinging on me." She thought as 
Brenda turned to go to sleep against the window and the 
woman sat with her hands clasped across her stomach.  
"Okay lady," she thought, you can put your hand between 
my legs again, I won't stop you." She thought pleadingly.  
"You too, mister. Come over and stick your face up close 
and get a real good look, then stick that tongue out and 
finish me off.  You'll have the best seat in the house."  She 
continued to think in frustration as her knees opened and 
closed like a butterfly drying its wings in the sun.   "I've 
got to get a grip here."  She realized as she looked down at 
her nipples poking through the material of the jersey 
pullover.  Finally, she realized that she would not get any 
relief at this point and tried to close her eyes and get some 
sleep.

Aside from somebody copping a feel of her left butt cheek 
when they were deplaning, things were relatively 
uneventful until she was able to change back into her 
original clothes in the restroom.  In the airport and on the 
way to the school, Brenda was too focused on the 
experience ahead of her to notice what a flirt her mother 
was with people they came in contact with resulting from 
her  pent up sexual frustration.

"Mom, there it is."  Brenda said excitedly as they 
approached the school. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes, it certainly looks like it has a long tradition." 
Marnie agreed.

When they walked into the main building, an 
announcement board welcomed them specifically by 
name.  They were directed down a long hall to the 
admissions offices and briefly interviewed separately by 
Wilson Trainer, the admissions director.

When Brenda was finished with her interview Marnie 
noticed how genuinely Brenda beamed.  Then Marnie was 
questioned about her desire to send her daughter to the 
school.  She explained that it was all her daughter's idea 
and was open-minded about her going at the present time.  
They were given a physical tour of the facilities and 
interviewed more extensively.  In her second interview, the 
director explained that a new term was starting in two 
weeks and that it appeared that Brenda had the right 
attitude to be considered for an opening and would 
Marnie support her in enrolling right away.

Marnie tentatively agreed.  The director said that Brenda 
would go through some orientation activities, that the 
other students had already done at the beginning of the 
year, and attend some classes for the rest of the day.  Then 
he offered that Marnie stay at his house with his wife as 
their guest while Brenda spent the night in the dorm so she 
could be sure that she really wanted to attend.  Marnie 
agreed, wished her daughter well at the end of the 
interviews  and then waited in the waiting area for the 
director to finish up his work before they went off for 
lunch together in the school cafeteria.

Brenda was led to the gymnasium and to a room off of the 
athletic director's office and told to stand on a spot in 
front of a wall with a tan sheet draped floor to ceiling.  
"And first we'll start with Posture Pictures." She said. 
"Just stand with your hands at your side the way you 
normally stand and look directly into the camera with no 
particular emotion at all."

Brenda complied as if this was her first of many modeling 
assignments following the director's instructions to the 
tee.  FLASH  The camera took its first shot straight on. 

"Okay, good. Now I need you to take off all of your clothes 
and stand in the same spot in the same way." She directed 
matter-of-factly.

"My clothes?  Off?  Was the only protest Brenda was 
willing to make since she wasn't yet accepted and she was 
told that everyone had posture pictures taken. Then she 
proceeded to take her clothes off looking questioningly at 
the athletic director for where to put her things and then 
again for confirmation that she was to remove her 
undergarments too.

She stood on her spot, trying to look as confident as 
possible while completely nude in front of a total stranger. 
"Now, no expression.  That's it." FLASH "Now face to 
your right." FLASH "Now face the wall." FLASH "Now 
to the left." FLASH "Now you can face front again." She 
directed while she changed the lens to take a closer shot 
above Brenda's knees. "You see," the director explained, 
"we use these pictures as a baseline for your posture when 
you come in so your teachers can use them to work with 
you to improve your posture by the time you leave here." 
FLASH ...

When the pictures were done, she showed Brenda a card 
series of pictures of another student to demonstrate how 
they would be filed. "Now I have to give you a swimming 
test."

"A swimming test!?" Brenda replied surprised.

"Yes, we here at Wycleft Academy believe that every 
graduate be able to swim at a certain proficiency to be 
safer in the world out there.  Follow me."

"What about my clothes?" Brenda asked.

"There is no need for them right now.  This is an all girls 
school you know." She said.

Brenda knew, so she followed the director down a hall 
covering her breasts and pubic area, hoping nobody would 
pop out and see her in all her naked glory.  She peeked 
through windows in doors in passing and saw classes in 
dance, aerobics, and light weights going on before they 
reached the pool.  There she had to swim laps, retrieve a 
twenty-pound weight from the bottom of the deep end and 
tread water for ten minutes.  It proved very refreshing and 
made her nipples protrude like hardened bullets as she 
walked back to the director's office to retrieve her clothes.

"I have a note here that you are assigned to Julie whom 
you will shadow for the rest of the day."  The director said 
as Brenda got dressed.  "I'll call for her now."

"Hi Brenda, I'm Julie." 

"Hi Julie glad to meet you."  Brenda replied. Then they 
headed off to the Food Commons for lunch.

Julie introduced Brenda around to all of her friends.  
When Brenda saw her mom eating with the admissions 
director, she waved and smiled.  Marnie saw the pleasure 
in her daughter's eyes and vowed to help her get in.

Brenda found out Julie was a cheerleader, and Brenda 
gleefully said that she was one too.  "Who do you 
cheerlead for?" Brenda asked.

"We go to the varsity games at Woodland Academy and 
cheer for them." Julie explained, "And, we will cheer at 
our varsity basketball team games too.  They are pretty 
good."

"Is there a game tomorrow?" Brenda asked.

"No, tomorrow we have our annual car wash."

"A car wash!?"

"Yeah, it isn't really about washing cars though, it is 
about raising money so we can do things off campus. The 
school doesn't sponsor us in activities off campus that 
aren't part of the curriculum, so we have to find ways to 
raise the cash ourselves.  You'll see."  Julie said.  "When 
you're through with that, we'll go to my Women Studies 
class."

"I'm through."

"Welcome Brenda.  This is a class about history, but more 
importantly, it is about women with strength, poise, grace, 
and common sense." The teacher explained. "Many of our 
students are planning to become models, actors, or 
performers of one kind or another, so we act out many of 
the situations we discuss in class.  I find it enhances the 
experience of learning what it was like at various times in 
our history.  Now Jules, Natasha, Taylor, and Brie you 
were scheduled for today.  Brenda, since you are Jules' 
guest, you can participate right along with her if you like."

Brenda, wanting to fit right in said, "Yes Ma'am, I'd be 
happy to."

"That's the spirit.  You know where to go ladies."

Brenda followed Julie and the others into an attached 
room that was filled with costumes hanging up along two 
sides.  The other three picked out togas, headgear and 
capes, while Julie picked out a short tunic for herself and 
Brenda.  "Here, these are for us."  She said. "I'm glad you 
decided to do this with me.  I wasn't looking forward to 
doing it alone."  Brenda gave her a nervous smile of 
acknowledgement.  She followed Julie one step behind her 
in taking off all of her clothes and then putting on the 
tunic.

Brenda felt naughty in the sexy garment and asked, "What 
part of history ...?"

"Here we go."  Julie said leading Brenda out by the hand. 
"Keep your head bowed down like this." 

Brenda put her head down and looked ahead and around 
the room from out the top of her eyes.  Julie lead Brenda 
onto the foot high carpeted platform next to the podium at 
the head of the class.  The teacher began, "What do I hear 
for these virginal maidens?"

Natasha, who had painted whiskers on, approached and 
said, "I would like to have a closer look at the 
merchandise before I agree to bid." 

The teacher nodded.  Then Natasha and the other slave 
traders approached the two slave girls.  Then they 
prodded, pulled, and turned them around.  Natasha had 
Brenda turn away from the class and bend over at the 
waist.  Then she smiled at her classmates as she 
mischievously flipped the tail of Brenda's garment up onto 
her back and gave her buttocks a smack. "Oh!" Brenda 
exclaimed lurching and reaching back to rub her behind. 
"Nice firm stock." Natasha declared. "Could bear many 
fine children."

Brie turned Julie around and bent her at the waist only to 
squeeze her butt cheeks apart.  "Would have to work this 
one out some more to tighten things up." Julie looked back 
at her and leered back with an "I'll get you next time" 
look.

"Any other interested parties?" The teacher asked still 
role-playing.

"I think we should see all the goods."  Someone 
anonymously called out from the classroom.

Taylor and Brie approached the two slaves and untied the 
closures at each shoulder letting the tunics fall to the 
ground.  Julie and Brenda squeezed their knees together, 
put an arm across their breasts and covered their pubic 
areas with the other in genuine humiliation and 
embarrassment.  Brenda's breasts were larger and she had 
a tougher time covering them from the classroom of 
strangers with one hand and arm.

"Outstanding." Declared Taylor. "Now put these down. 
Slaves should not cover their assets unless told to do so."  
The three girls guided Julie and Brenda's reluctant arms 
down to their sides.  Then Taylor said, "Open wide."  
Then she acted as if she was examining Brenda's mouth.  
"Now you." She said to Julie holding onto her chin. "Good 
stock."  Next, she hefted Julie's breast.  Julie slapped her 
hand away now more irritated with her. "Now, now, I 
think it would be within my rights to give you a whipping 
for that, but I'll let it go this time so I don't damage the 
merchandise." Brie proclaimed, then she hefted Brenda's 
breast, looked at her classmates and "hummmmmed" with 
a smile to let them know she liked what she felt.  Brenda 
made one step back and padded in place for a moment, but 
did not make a scene.

"Okay."  The teacher said.  The three buyers stepped to 
the side while Julie and Brenda stayed on the auction 
block. "You are a women in those days and you are in a 
situation like this in a market place where people are 
milling about looking at the proceedings.  It went on for 
hundreds of years and thousands and thousands of times.  
How do you manage? How do you keep any semblance of 
dignity?  How do you make the best of a bad situation?"  
She asked rhetorically. "Brenda, you are totally new to 
this. How do you feel right now?"

"Embarrassed." Was her only reply.

"Why are you embarrassed?  You are simply stunning 
standing there." The teacher asked.

"I'm naked and people are looking at me." Brenda 
replied.

"What do you want to do with your life?"

"I want to be a model."

"Perfect.  You've chosen a career where you want people 
to look at you, yet you are embarrassed to stand in front of 
peers who will become your friends shortly. How 
interesting."  The teacher posed. "In those days there 
were cultural pressures, political swings, class structures, 
that would all add to the humiliation of being sold into 
slavery.  You may have been in the top echelon of society 
one day and the next conquered and sold into slavery as a 
spoil of war into an alien culture.  What does it take to 
survive that kind of humiliation in the most dignified way 
possible?"

Brenda just looked back at her in rapt attention, 
forgetting for the moment that she was still one of the two 
naked girls in a room of fully clothed people.

"You strike a bargain between being proud of who you are 
and humble to your circumstances. Yes Ginny."

"What do you mean?" The student asked.

"If you are too proud and fight the system, you get beaten 
into submission, so that is a 'no-win' situation.  If you are 
too humble and completely fold you go for lower money 
and end up in poorer conditions. With low self esteem, you 
project a low worth, go for a low price, to someone who 
will value you less, treat you poorly, and probably not be 
able to provide for your needs as well." The teacher 
postulated. Then walking around Julie and Brenda, 
straightening their postures, feeling their hips, breasts and 
chins, she went on, "If you project a sense of self worth, 
you look more valuable. Don't they class?" The classmates 
mildly applauded. "You fetch a higher price, chances are 
you get sold to someone who will value you more, treat you 
better, provide nicer things, and generally wind up in a 
finer situation. Yes Ginny."

"Miss Stewart, I understand where you are going with all 
of this, but why do we study the plight of an anonymous 
slave girl instead someone famous like Joan of Arc or 
something?"

"We study Joan of Arc and the plight of the slave girl both 
because they can each be heroines in how they live their 
lives with what is dealt them.  As you grow older, think 
about which one you feel more like the one that makes the 
most of what is thrown at her or the one on a mission given 
to her by the voice of god...."

Back in the dressing area Brenda said, "Wow, she is a 
great teacher."

"Yeah, class can really be fun sometimes.  I just hope I get 
Brie naked in a skit before the end of the school year.  I 
owe her one."  Julie remarked.

"Where to next? ..."

  * * * * *

"I think I'm through here for the day, would you like to 
come back with me now and meet the wife?" The director 
offered.

"What about Brenda?  Can I, am I going to see her?"  
Marnie asked.

Looking in a book he said, "She's in a class now, then 
she'll watch the cheer squad practice and then they have 
dinner.  You'll probably see her then. ..."

"Well this is our home."

"It's lovely, so old and well built."

"Thank you.  Sherry? Sherry dear, we have company." He 
called.

A striking blonde woman entered the hall and greeted 
Marnie with a warm smile and handshake.  They sat and 
chatted and got to know each other, while all Marnie 
could think about was getting her pussy under a bathtub 
faucet, get her fingers to work, or even sit on a bed post.  
Her pussy ached from the events of her travels and she had 
been frantic for relief ever since. Even Wilson was looking 
good to her, but she wouldn't dare.  Wilson and Sherry 
excused themselves, leaving Marnie to walk around the 
room looking at the pictures and items on display. Sherry 
came back and sat with Marnie.

"So your daughter wants special enrollment in Wycleft 
starting this next term." Sherry remarked.

"Yes, she seems firmly set on going." Marnie 
acknowledged.

"This is a very exclusive school you know.  It is rare that 
we would even have an opening this time of year for 
anyone."  Sherry explained. Parents are usually willing to 
give their eye teeth to have their darlings considered for 
enrollment, even if they can well afford the tuition." 
Marnie nodded and was growing uneasy with the direction 
the conversation was going. "How badly do you want her 
to go here?"

"I love my daughter and she wants to go here very badly, 
so I guess I support that and would do what I could to help 
her get in." Marnie clarified.

"Would you be willing to do me a favor if I could 
guarantee that my husband would see that she gets in?" 
Sherry asked.

"I, ah, ... I ah, don't know."  Marnie said.

"Well, I put it out there, because I have a feeling about 
you.  I don't put it out there for just anyone." Sherry said.

"Thank you, I think." Marnie said.

"I am offering you a deal, a deal with a guaranteed 
outcome that you say you want.  All you have to do is 
cooperate with what I ask of you for the balance of this 
weekend up until the time you need to leave for the 
airport." Sherry added.

"Okay, I said I'll do whatever I can to help my daughter, 
so what would you have me do?" Marnie asked.

"I need you to get my husband excited enough to give me a 
couple of good hard fucks this weekend." Sherry said 
frankly, while Marnie went into shock.  "I know that 
sounds strange, but a beautiful woman like you can get 
him real hot and bothered and then he takes it out on me.  
I need a couple of those, and I need them real bad."

"Well, I ..."

"I'm just asking you to compete with me over him, and 
then at the last minute, you let me win." Sherry explained.

"You want me to flirt with your husband?" Marnie asked 
wanting clarification.

"You can do anything you want except allow him to cum.  
I want him to do that with me." 

"I see." Marnie thought.

"Well, while you are thinking about it, let me show you to 
your room."

Marnie followed her hostess up the stairs looking at her as 
potential competition. 

"Here is your room. You can put that there.  And, in here 
you will find all sorts of outfits you are welcome to use in 
our contest as it were." Sherry said first opening the 
closet, and then the bottom two drawers of the dresser.  
"Take off that dress for a second."

"What?"

"Just for a second.  I want you to try on this little number 
for example." Sherry said holding a silky black number 
draped over a hanger.  Marnie complied, still off guard 
with her hostess since the proposal moments before. "You 
could wear this without the bra for real competition." She 
said going around Marnie and undoing her bra for her. 
"May I touch my competition?" She asked putting her 
hands on Marnie's breasts before Marnie could answer. 
"Oh my.  I'm going to get it good from Wilson tonight." 
Then looking at how Marnie's panties were appearing 
under her pantyhose she said, "I think you should take off 
the panties, or their outline with show in this little 
number." 

Marnie, still somewhat dazed at the task she had 
impulsively agreed to, sat on the edge of the bed, took off 
her heels, and peeled down her pantyhose and panties, 
embarrassed to willingly become naked before this total 
stranger. "Oh my." Sherry exclaimed again. "I'm going to 
do that too, or you'll have an unfair advantage." She said 
looking at Marnie's shaved pussy.  "That looks exquisite. 
May I feel it?" Again, she just went ahead and stroked 
Marnie's denuded labia, causing Marnie's head to roll 
back, and then to sink down to her chest when the fingers 
left her hot zone. When Marnie regained her composure, 
Sherry was standing before her holding up the slinky dress 
that looked like little more than a full slip.

Marnie took the dress, pulled it on over her head, and 
shimmied it down her sexed up body.  Sherry closed the 
closet door so Marnie could look at herself in the 
full-length mirror attached on the back. Marnie vamped 
in the dress to see how her womanly features were 
revealed from beneath the silky hugging fabric. "There, 
you see?  This outfit will turn any man's head." Sherry 
said.

"Oh yeah, and the women too." Marnie said 
absentmindedly and immediately blushed. 

Sherry looked at her with a strange smile then rummaged 
through the drawers and held up a smoke bodysuit and 
yellow wraparound mini for Marnie to look at, "This 
works on men and women as well." She said with a 
knowing smile. "Well, I'll leave you to get organized, and 
let the games begin, shall we?" She said walking to the 
door. "Wilson and I will be waiting for you downstairs for 
cocktails."

Marnie plopped down onto the bed.  "Get him hot so she 
gets fucked. That's fucked!" Marnie said to herself.  "I 
need a piece of that.  Well, maybe I won't let her win." She 
brooded. "Egad, I'll have to stand and sit up real straight 
in this thing or anyone could see my breasts."  She noticed, 
as she looked at the small triangular material slacking at 
her breasts.  She put her hose and heels back on, found a 
scarf she could use as a shawl and headed down to meet up 
with her hosts.  Marnie walked in front the two who were 
looking out at the sunset and stood with her legs apart to 
give them a hint of the full length of her legs from the 
candlelighting of the sun shining through her dress.  
Wilson looked but tried not to be too obvious; Sherry 
smiled and nodded a "nice job on that one" look.

After a couple of drinks and a few attempts on Marnie's 
part at monopolizing Wilson's attention, they headed out 
to dinner.  Marnie asked if she could stop in at the 
cafeteria to see if she could find Brenda.  She walked 
through the doors, stood and scanned the room.

"Hey Brenda, could that be your mom?" A future 
classmate asked.

"Ah, yes."  Brenda said, standing up to join her.

"Well, I see where you got your looks." Another said.

"Thank you." Brenda acknowledged blushing as she went 
up to Marnie.

"Hey Honey, how is everything going?"

"Mom, what are you all dolled up for? Where did...?"

"Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Trainer are taking me out to dinner 
and then to a movie.  Are you okay? Are you going to be 
alright?"

"Oh yeah!  This place is great! I can't wait to go here for 
real.  It is better than I could have hoped for." Brenda 
gushed.  "Let me see what you are wearing under that 
coat."  Marnie tried to give her a private peek.  "Gosh 
Mom.  Where did you get that dress?"

"Mrs. Trainer gave it to me to wear.  It must be the style 
out here."  Marnie said trying to divert Brenda's reaction 
to it.

"If you were going to walk the streets maybe.  I'd keep 
that jacket on as much as possible."  Brenda cautioned.

"I will Honey.  Now what are you doing?"

"Well I'm not sure about tonight, but tomorrow I'm going 
to help with a fundraiser for the cheer squad and 
tomorrow night I've been invited to a party. Will that be 
okay with you?"  Brenda asked.

"Sure Honey.  You go and have a good time.  I'll manage 
with the Trainers."

At dinner, Marnie and Sherry sat on the right and left 
sides of Wilson. Marnie let her shawl slip down her left 
shoulder to give him a better view of her left breast just 
barely covered by the flimsy dress top.  Sherry unbuttoned 
and removed her sweater to reveal that she had come 
loaded for bear too.  Although her blouse had long sleeves 
and buttoned around her neck, it was sheer enough that 
Marnie could see the dark area of her nipples through the 
blouse and the sheer bra beneath. "Her breasts are just as 
nice as mine." Marnie realized. "I'm going to have to put 
this up a notch."

Marnie began flagrantly flattering Wilson about anything 
she could think of. Then, once she had more or less 
monopolized the conversation with him, she slipped off her 
shoe and worked her toes up under Wilson's pant-leg.  She 
was embarrassed to do it, but Sherry had laid down the 
gauntlet and the contest was on. Wilson looked at his wife 
and gave her a smile of surprise.  She looked back at him 
and met his smile with one of her own. It dawned on him 
whose foot it was when he felt two feet, one on each side, 
playing with his shins under the cuff of his pants.  He 
broke into a sweat when Marnie's foot started to wiggle up 
between his legs from under his right thigh.  The waiter 
came by, "Too spicy for you Sir?"

"No, it's just fine, very good." He replied, looking at his 
wife and the brazen Marnie, whom he barely knew.  Then 
he slid forward in his chair so the intruding toes might be 
able to touch his favorite parts.

Marnie turned her toes in to find that she could make 
contact with the head of his rocket and the leading edge of 
his fuel cells. "Mmmmmmm." She thought as she teased 
his sexual center with her toes.  "I could really use some of 
this right now." 

Wilson pulled back into his seat as if he had been touching 
a flame.  He looked at his wife who was pretending not to 
notice.  Marnie looked at Sherry and Sherry gave her 
back a half smile of acknowledgement. Wilson finished his 
dinner with few words and now was being less coy about 
ogling Marnie's left breast whose hard nipple was poking 
out through the soft material.

At the movie Marnie lied and said that she preferred to sit 
in the back because it gave her a headache to watch the 
screen too closely.  The Trainers accommodated her and 
followed her into the last row.  Shortly after the lights 
went down, Marnie let her shawl slide down her back and 
the ends hang down on the sides.  She didn't have a plan, 
but she wanted to get her daughter into Wycleft and if she 
could get her horns clipped in the process, everybody 
would win. 

Wilson had his arm hogging the armrest so she picked up 
his hand and clasped her fingers through his with one 
hand while caressing the backside of his hand with her 
other.  Then she pulled his hand closer to her while 
hooking her thumb in the hem of her dress to bring it up. 
She unclasped his hand and laid it on her thigh. Then with 
her free hand she slowly reached into his lap, but felt 
Sherry's hand already there and quickly retracted it.

Wilson slowly stroked the top and inside of her thigh in 
short strokes, while she guided her right spaghetti strap 
down her arm exposing her right breast. Then she leaned 
forward with her elbows on her knees giving him easy 
access to her naked breast.  Wilson took the bait and 
began to manhandle her breast. Marnie put up with the 
clumsiness until he started to refine his touch and focus 
more on her nipple. Then she started to squirm.  When he 
got her juices flowing, she sat back, spread her knees a 
little, and slouched down into her seat causing the hem of 
her dress to ride up.  Wilson reached in between her legs 
and nested his hand in the warm moistness of her 
pantyhose covered crotch, just like she hoped he would.  
She grabbed his wrist to prevent any escape and tried to 
buck her pussy into his fingers to urge him on. "Oh god. 
Please stroke me there." She screamed in her head. 
Finally, Wilson stroked his fingers across her labia, 
causing Marnie to melt and open herself more.  He 
brought her close to completion with her clitoris having 
worked its way out to the nylon barrier of her hose. She 
was at the gates of heaven when Wilson started to shudder 
from Sherry's manipulations on him, took his hand back, 
sat up straighter in his seat, and pretended to watch the 
movie, leaving Marnie to somehow collect herself and 
regain her dignity on her own.  She thought about 
finishing the job right there, by herself, but got in touch 
with the better part of herself and instead surfed her 
sexual frustration until they all got up to leave.

It was difficult now to look Wilson in the eye, so she 
walked behind him to the parking lot and sat behind him 
in the car.  When they got back to the house, she cornered 
Sherry to get a progress report.  "So far you are doing a 
good job, keep it up." Sherry said, excusing herself to 
change.

"Well, if she is going to change, then so should I." Marnie 
thought.  She looked through the outfits stocked in the 
room and decided upon sexy bedclothes, since it was 
getting late anyway.  When she had her dress and 
pantyhose off, she stood in front of the mirror holding a 
breast and her pussy thinking she would get herself off 
quickly before she joined her hosts downstairs. Then she 
decided to give her situation one more chance to get off in 
a more romantic way.  She put on a full-length satin 
nightgown with a transparent swatch that spiraled up 
from the middle back hem, around her left leg, across her 
thighs in front, around her ass checks, across her stomach 
and up across the top part of her right breast to the right 
shoulder.  The parts that were opaque clung to her every 
curve giving the voyeur a teasing view of her womanly 
body.  Around that she wrapped a slinky robe that did 
little to hide her curves, slipped into some raised heeled 
mules, and headed down to meet up with her hosts.

Wilson was facing the bar fixing a drink wearing casual 
flannel plaid pants that almost looked like pajama bottoms 
and a tee shirt.  Marnie noticed that he had a decent 
physique as she approached him from behind.  Then 
embarrassed to interact with him, she turned for the 
couch.  Sherry walked into the room wearing a short silky 
robe with what Marnie could only imagine on 
underneath.  It came to a little above mid-thigh and the 
nicely toned proportions of her legs took Marnie as she 
entered.  "Would you like to join us in a drink, My Dear?" 
She offered.

"Yes please.  Whatever you all are having."  Marnie 
replied.

Wilson passed out the drinks and sat between Marnie and 
Sherry on the couch. Marnie noticed a tenting in his pants. 
Marnie felt weird by the fact that her hosts were 
entertaining her in their sexy private clothes, with her in a 
nightgown, and not a word about the dinner or the movie.  
"It is nice to have you staying with us while your daughter 
checks out the school."  Shelly said. "Honey, what do you 
think of Brenda's chances of getting in?" Sherry asked her 
husband.

"I've been very impressed with her so far." He replied 
looking Marnie's way.

"Maybe Marnie could fill you in more about her, or 
answer any questions you may have." Sherry offered.

Marnie curled up sideways to Wilson on the couch 
propping her head off the back of the couch with elbow 
and fist.  The top of her robe was loose enough to open and 
reveal the transparent swatch showing the cleft between 
her breasts and the swell of her right one.

"So, your daughter wants to become a model."  He 
remarked alternating looks to her face and chest.

"Yes, I've resigned myself to the fact that modeling is the 
number one goal in her life."  Marnie replied untying her 
robe and pulling the left front aside.

"You don't sound very pleased with her goal." He said 
looking at the skin revealed by the transparent swatch.

"No, it's just that I had higher hopes for a longer term 
professional goal from her."  Marnie said removing the 
robe from her shoulders.

"Well, Wycleft will prepare her for higher learning if she 
chooses to do that along with modeling." He pointed out, 
watching her chest move as she breathed.

"She is probably following in her mother's footsteps.  You 
were a model once yourself weren't you?" Sherry asked 
slyly.

"Ah, no. Not really." Marnie said now shifting her legs to 
sit cross-legged letting the top fall away from her breasts 
as she leaned forward.

"Not really? What does that mean?" Sherry pried.

"Well, I did some modeling with Brenda to support her 
goal." Marnie confessed.

"Really. Like what?" Sherry pushed.

"Well, I was a figure model for this strange painter for one 
thing." She said sitting back straighter.

"Strange?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah, he had the students touch our bodies.  He called it 
'Kino-mapping' as a way of using a secondary sense to add 
to the drawing experience." Marnie said experiencing 
quick shudder from the memory.

"Oh really, show us." Sherry insisted.

"Ah, well, ah, ... okay, I guess." Marnie said and stood up.  
"We would stand there and the students would close their 
eyes and touch us from head to toe." She said touching 
herself in the way she was touched back in the studio.

"Can we try it?" Sherry asked pulling her husband to his 
feet.

"Ah, okay."

"Like this?" Sherry asked touching Marnie's face and 
neck, with Wilson stroking the curve of her shoulder.

"Well, yes, but they would have their eyes closed." Marnie 
clarified.

"And, you'd be naked." Sherry clarified back.

"Ah, yes." Marnie acknowledged.

"Well?" Sherry challenged.

Marnie pulled the shoulder straps down her shoulders and 
shimmied out of the nightgown anticipating that her 
frustration was about to end.  Then four hands started to 
caress her body. "Like this?"  Sherry asked.

Marnie's eyes were closed, so she couldn't comment on the 
fact that Wilson and Sherry were ogling and smiling at 
each other as they danced their fingers over Marnie's 
supersensitive skin.  When they started to work her 
nipples, Marnie bent at the waist reflexively pulling away 
from the intensity of the sensation in them, but the hands 
followed her. They worked on her arms and lifted them, 
placing her hands behind her head.  Marnie knit her 
fingers together and held her hands together behind her 
head hypnotically as the groping continued down her body 
to her legs.  The hands groped her up and down her legs, 
coaxing her to stand with her feet spread wider and wider 
apart until she was finally open and available for whatever 
they intended for her. Then it finally happened.  A couple 
of merciful fingers touched her swollen nether lips, 
sending an electrical shock to her brain causing her to 
quiver and begin to move her hips involuntarily forward 
and back against them to create the necessary friction to 
achieve that breaking of her sexual logjam.

Wilson just held out his two fingers steady and watched 
amused with his wife as Marnie moved her cunt along 
them in a form of lewd dance to bring herself off. And 
come she eventually did in a wild screaming convulsing 
way that had the Trainers staring at her in amazement, 
hoping the neighbors wouldn't hear.

"Well," Sherry said, "I'm ready for bed. How about you 
Dear?"

"I'm up for that.  Let's go." Wilson said.

"Goodnight Marnie." Sherry said, then leaned it to 
whisper, "Thank you."

Marnie stood bowlegged, her arms hanging down in front 
of her.  She was glistening from perspiration and she was 
catching up with her breathing. "Well," she thought, "I 
finally got that relief I'd been looking for." She said to 
herself trying to mask the humiliation of just what went 
on. "At least we are well on the way to Brenda getting in 
here and away from Larcher." She justified.


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