Chapter 40

"Come on sleepy head, wake up." Nikki said. "Julie will be here to get you soon."

"Wha... ? Oh, thank you Nikki." Brenda said sitting up on the edge of the bed rubbing her eyes to be able to see her temporary roommate. "I can't believe I slept so well."

"I can, Girl." Nikki said. "You took that initiation thing real well, Sister."

"Really? I don't even remember it." Brenda confessed.

"You don't?"

"The last thing I remember is Amber talking about hypnosis, but she could never do that to me. I don't believe anyone can hypnotize me." Brenda insisted.

"Oh they can, Girl, and she did." Nikki said emphatically. "You want to see the video?"

"Ah, sure." Brenda said with her curiosity now peaked.

She did not bother to put anything on over her long tee shirt and followed Nikki down the hall to the dorm's study. Nikki put in the videocassette and they plopped down on a couch to watch. First, they saw some of the girls looking into and camping it up for the camera at close range after it was turned on. Then, when they bored of it, they pulled back and allowed the camera to focus on Brenda sitting in a chair with her head bowed, and with Amber rubbing and touching the back of Brenda's hand. Then it showed Brenda standing up. Next, she opened her eyes, looked around the room, and then started to dance. "There is something wrong with the sound on that old camera." Nikki explained. "Look Girl, you can really shake it for a white girl." Nikki complimented.

"I don't remember that." Brenda said, concerned with her lack of memory.

"Here is where it gets good." Nikki explained.

Brenda watched herself start a slow sexy striptease, looking directly into the camera. She blushed increasingly as she watched herself remove each piece of clothing. She watched transfixed between wanting the video turned off and wanting to fast forward through it to see how it would all turn out. She saw herself naked with her hands snaking above her head. She was dancing with her feet more than shoulder width apart, and when the person holding the camera got as low as she could go, she pointed the lens up for the lewdest of lewd shots. Then to Brenda's horror, someone produced what looked to be a peewee t-ball stand with a bundle of fluffy feathers attached to the top. Brenda listened to Amber talking into her right ear and then began to dance over the feathers, occasionally squatting to test her ability to tolerate the tickle of the feathery tips. The other girls were clapping in unison as Brenda moved her hips frantically in all directions across the feather tips, with her hands interlocked behind her head.

Watching this, Brenda unconsciously held her hands over her own crotch. She felt hot and as if her head was going to explode from the tickles she was experiencing in her groin now watching the tormented image of herself on the screen. The video record of the frustration, with trying to get enough friction to cum on the screen, was like a selective sensory memory she could not control now between her legs. And while she couldn't remember doing it, she could not escape the frustration and need to cum right now watching herself frantically dancing over the feather tips on camera.

"Now do you see why you slept so well?" Nikki asked amused at Brenda's current state.

Brenda did not answer. She watched as if she were in another trance.

Nikki got up and walked over to the VCR to turn it off, "And it goes on like that for a pretty long time. It is really tough to get past a certain point with the 'Tickle Tree'." Nikki explained.

Brenda woke from her trance when the image was gone. "No, wait, what happens next?"

"You keep on dancing over the Tickle Tree until you are so exhausted you nearly collapse. It happens to all of us. It has a strange effect on you, you can't get enough, and then you can't take what you get."

"But..." Brenda asked still confused.

"Oh, we go about partying, and eventually Amber lets you up from the tickle torture and gives you the opportunity to finish yourself off in anyway you choose from the 'Treasure Chest.'"

"The 'Treasure Chest?'"

"Yeah, it is a box of goodies that graduating seniors have donated for the ongoing pleasure of the rest of us when they left school." Nikki explained.

"You mean like... toys?" Brenda asked.

"Yeah, dildos, vibrators, you name it." Nikki revealed.

"So I picked something, and everybody watched?" Brenda asked embarrassed.

"Sure. We all have. It was rougher in the past though, before we had someone who could hypnotize us. Now you're one of us. Nothing can be more humiliating or embarrassing than being sexually stimulated in public and then cumming in a personal way in front of the rest of us, Babe. When there are no secrets, there are no problems. That is why this is such a friendly place."

Brenda was in shock but now frustrated between her legs beyond belief. "Where is that treasure chest now." Brenda lamented to herself, flushed with the desire to finish herself off right there on the spot.

"There you are." Julie said standing in the doorway. "Catching up with last night?"

"Ah, yes... Were you there?"

"Of course silly, I brought you, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm having trouble with my memory." Brenda confessed.

"That's because you were hypnotized." Julie explained. "You did great."

"I did?"

"Yeah. Nobody does anything they wouldn't be willing to do at some level when they are under hypnosis I'm told, and you proved to us that you are a natural performer just like most of the rest of us." Brenda smiled a sickly smile. "You'll fit right in nicely." Julie said putting her arm around Brenda's shoulder and pulling her in tight causing Brenda's smile to widen more. "Now let's find you something to wear for the Freedom Car Wash."

Marnie woke to a series of light taps on her door. "Are you going to join us for breakfast?" Sherry asked as she opened the door slowly.

"Ah, sure." Marnie accepted, looking at her hostess dressed in nothing but a gentleman's shirt. "Nice legs you got there, woman." She thought to herself. "I'll be right there. Oh, before you go, are we all... you know, are we... ?"

"You mean done with our little contest?" Sherry replied.

"Ah, yes." Marnie confirmed hopefully.

"No, I'll need another one as good as last night, and your Brenda is as good as in." Sherry smiled, then backed out and closed the door.

"Oh gawd." Marnie thought, collapsing back onto the bed. "I've got to go through that again?"

"Okay. What to wear?" She thought, looking through the available outfits. "Oh, this thing." She thought, recognizing the bodysuit and mini-skirt outfit Sherry held up the day before. "Let's see how this works."

Marnie quickly showered, applied her makeup, and slinked into the bodysuit. When she looked in the mirror, she could tell that where it stretched the most, it revealed her more, as her areolas and nipples showed through the smoke colored material. "I guess it would look a little tacky to wear a bra under this. I'll just wear this blouse over it unbuttoned." She decided.

When Marnie walked into the kitchen, Sherry smiled an acknowledgement indicating that Marnie was again her formidable competition. Wilson had his head buried in the newspaper, but put it down, smiled, and replied appreciatively when Marnie said "Good morning," to him. Sherry set down plates of pancakes and bacon, pitchers of juice and coffee, and a tray of syrup, jellies, and butter. Marnie kept Wilson's eyes out of the newspaper by making a big production of reaching for things and placing them on his and her plates, giving him varying glimpses of her breasts under the open blouse as she moved. They ate breakfast and talked about their plans for the day. Wilson needed to make an appearance at several venues around the campus, but would be able to join them by 2:30-3:00. So, Sherry and Marnie vowed they would find something fun to do until then.

Marnie got up and took her and Wilson's dishes to the counter by the sink. "I'll get that." Sherry implored.

"No, you folks are going way out of your way to be such good hosts, I insist that I clean up after this delicious breakfast." Marnie said taking Sherry's plate and juice glass from her hands. Marnie turned on the water and started to spray the dish she was holding, when the sprayer slipped in her greasy hand and sprayed her shirt. She could hear Sherry's chair slide back in preparation to get up and take over, but Marnie headed her off insisting, "Ah, it was just an accident. I know how to work it. You just sit back and relax." She took off her dampened shirt and started to rinse the dishes, glasses, and flatware before putting them in the dishwasher.

Sherry and Wilson sat and talked to Marnie as she rinsed the tableware. They delighted in watching the muscles of her feminine body work and wriggle under the bodysuit. Then they enjoyed the rear peek from behind her under the wraparound mini-skirt and the full swell of her breasts from the side as she bent at the waist and turned to place the dishes in the bottom rack of the dishwasher. Marnie felt kind of strange, putting on this little show for her hosts, but after the night before, she thought, how unusual could it really be.

When Marnie was through, she picked up her blouse, held it over her shoulder with her index finger, leaned back against the counter, and faced her audience. Sherry had a smile on her face and Wilson was attentive with both his big and little heads, as evidenced by the tent in his trousers. "Okay, another day, another contest to be won." Marnie thought as she looked back at them and smiled.

Wilson left to get dressed and Marnie agreed to let Sherry show her around the town. Sherry cautioned her to be as sexy as she dared, because they were likely to cross paths with Wilson at some point in the day. Based on that, Marnie picked out a mid-thigh length black skirt with a slit up the left leg almost to the waistband and a silky-shinny dark gray long-sleeved blouse that she could wear smoke colored hose and black heels with. Since she would be wearing a jacket outside, she decided to go braless for that moment she may need it. She felt overdressed when she saw that Sherry was merely wearing black heels, black tights, and a beige sweater that hugged in down to an inch or two below her butt cheeks.

"Let me see you." Sherry said, pulling back the flaps of Marnie's coat. Marnie watched as Sherry shook her head with mild disappointment. "I thought you were going to go out in what you dressed in this morning. You look like you are going to a business meeting, compared to me. Are you sure you want to wear this?"

"Ah, I'll go change." Marnie replied, appreciating the second chance to stay in the game.

Marnie went upstairs and brooded over how to trump Sherry. She milled through the items of clothing and lingerie in the guestroom and decided upon black heels, black tights, and a loose fitting, translucent, white pullover, which she tied at her waste with a red sash. It gathered at the low neckline and had sleeves like a peasant shirt, but had loose tails below the sash that stopped right at her crotch. If you were to focus on the top, you could tell she was braless, as there were hints from the darkness of her areolas showing through. "This should do it." She said to her reflection in the mirror, as she turned posing to the right and then to the left.

"Do you want to see where I go to get myself worked up for Wilson's big nights?" Sherry asked as they drove.

"Sure." Marnie replied now intensely curious.

"Here, you can wear this." Julie said handing Brenda a white string bikini.

Brenda took it and looked at it. "I can't wear this. It's so small and it's not lined, you can see right through it."

"Where have you been? This is what we're wearing these days." Julie explained.

"Oh."

"Besides, it is not so bad unless you go in swimming, then it is almost like being nude. It is just enough that we can lay out on a regular beach, get an all over tan, and not get busted by the cops." Julie explained.

"But it is cold out. We can't wear these outside." Brenda asserted.

"Of course not. That's why we have the car wash at the 'Barn' by the road." Julie explained.

"The Barn?"

"Yeah," Julie said helping Brenda fit the bikini in place. "Wycleft Academy was started on property donated by a wealthy gentleman farmer named Wycleft. The Barn is a stable for horses. We have the cars drive in one end and out the other. There, you look fine. You need honey not vinegar to attract wealthy flies. Time for me to get mine on." She said donning a yellow bikini similarly constructed of the same material. "Don't worry, The Barn is heated."

Brenda looked at herself in a mirror from each side concerned that more of her breasts were visible from the sides of the small rectangles of translucent material than she was comfortable with. Then she was alarmed at the view the bikini bottom gave of her shaved slit. "I don't think..."

"Not to worry. Here, put this on." Julie said, handing her a short, wraparound, terrycloth skirt, which was nothing more than a towel with a Velcro closure.

They joined the rest of the squad in a studio at the Arts building. Car wash signs were already painted and squad members were attaching them to poles. All the girls were similarly dressed in see through bikinis of different colors and some with designs, and micro-mini terrycloth skirts. They each grabbed something and headed out and down a road to The Barn.

Julie volunteered herself and Brenda to stand by the roadside for the first shift. Their coats kept their upper bodies warm, but did little to warm or hide their naked legs. "Geez, it's cold out here." Brenda said shivering.

"You've gotta move a lot, watch me." Julie suggested. Brenda watched as Julie jumped and waved at every car that drove by. Her pale white legs were the major focus and just about every male driver slowed down, at least, to take a longer look. Brenda was sure that many turned in toward the barn that did not intend to get their cars washed that Saturday.

Brenda started to jump excitedly when cars passed to get their attention and to wave them in. Her jacket felt like a silk lined cylinder that her body was pistoning up and down in, causing her unexpected sexual excitement and hardening nipples. She scissored her legs together to generate as much friction in her crotch as possible without blatantly reaching under her jacket and rubbing it. The cold air enveloping her legs and nipping at her pussy, kept her on her toes to stay warm in the rest of her body. Julie and Brenda were like frisky fillies joyfully waving in a large percentage of the few cars that came along the road for about an hour until they were spelled by another pair of girls.

"Okay, here it is." Sherry announced.

"What's this?" Marnie asked confused by the cars parked at a windowless tavern.

"This will be our little secret, okay?" Sherry said looking in Marnie's eyes for confirmation. "We call this place, 'Inferno' but it is really called 'Suzy Q's.'" Marnie was now more curious and confused. "It has male dancers during the day and female dancers at night. It is outside of the town's jurisdiction, and the county doesn't seem to care. It makes this out-of-the-way place bearable, as far as I'm concerned. And, it keeps most of the marriages around here happening." Marnie's anticipation now peaked, "We women come during the day and get horned up for our men when they come home from work. Then the men who need to, come home late from here horned up to satisfy us."

"Oh my!" Marnie replied rather flushed.

"Hi Ladies." Sherry said as they sat down. "This is my friend Marnie."

After introductions and a couple of drinks, "Sirius," by The Alan Parsons Project started to crescendo on the loudspeakers and some hunks pranced onto the stage. Marnie gawked at them while some of Sherry's friends were still trying to small talk with her. The men walked around the edge of the stage pointing and smiling at the patrons as if they were acknowledging the regulars.

The men danced individually as they disrobed for tips. Then the ensemble danced at the edges of the stage gesturing as if calling any one of the patrons up. Sherry leaned in to Marnie and explained, "This is where we usually volunteer one of us gals to go up on stage to provide the rest of us with some heated vicarious action. But, don't worry, they strictly follow the rule that no genitals directly touch the customers."

Marnie nodded her understanding and then looked around to see Sherry's index finger pointing down on top of Marnie's head from behind. The next thing she realized, two mostly naked, well-muscled men stepped down and took her hands to lead her onto the stage. She found herself surrounded by rippling flesh and no escape except with a struggle.

Sherry smiled at Marnie, while the audience screamed and applauded to encourage the upcoming performance. Soon hands were touching her body in sensuous caresses, driving her nearly to faint. First her sash was undone, threaded between her legs, and pulled up taught into her crotch to keep her in place. She put her arms around two strong shoulders to keep from falling, then hands snaked up under her top and tested the size, shape, and weight of her tits. Marnie fell back limply into the arms of a strong man who held her up, as the menacing sash moved her hips around while her breasts and nipples were being molested beneath her top. Marnie was in a dreamlike state as she tried to reach out and put her hands on the bulging pouches she kept seeing, but they each managed to evade her attempts. Eventually, the thonged pouches were pulled to the sides or completely off to reveal a nice array of semi-hard cocks and balls. This distracted her from the fact that her top was being pulled up and then whisked off over her head, leaving her in just heels and hose.

Now, all she could think about was having one or more of those virile schlongs ravaging away her rising sexual urges. Then, the sash was pulled slowly along her crotch sending uncontrollable shivers through her body, and pulling the holder of it in front closer and seemingly more accessible as she reflexively stood up and bent forward. She reached forward for balance, or maybe to touch him, but as he let go of the sash he grabbed her outstretched hands and held them to his naked hips. The man holding the sash in back dropped it and put his hands on her hips with his fingers curled around her upper thigh pulling her back. This bent over position kept Marnie looking ahead at a now stiff cock that she could not quite touch.

Hands roamed her body with special attention paid to her naked hanging breasts. Marnie was humiliated at being molested in front of an audience of strangers, and embarrassed that her sexual needs were quelling any fight she may have to correct the situation. She wanted that cock in front of her. She needed that cock in front of her. The audience be damned. The man holding her hands to his hip ground his pelvis forward, plunging his cockhead toward her face, in mock fornication teasing her cruelly, and the man behind her was mockingly humping her rear end teasing the audience mercilessly. She could not take it and looked down to avoid the image of the tempting gristle poking at her face, only to find the other strippers were doing the Limbo under her. Their stiff cocks and full balls bobbed and weaved between their outstretched knees as they approached the center of the audience from under her.

The women were beside themselves with passion for the scene unfolding before them. Tits were coming out from their coverings, hands were grabbing for their cunts, and moans joined the screams and hoots for the action on stage.

Marnie was sweating and breathing hard when the music died down and the male strippers stole their way backstage and out of sight. There was a generalized commotion as just about everyone in the establishment straightened their clothes and composed themselves enough to return to small talk and make a hasty exit to their own homes. "Com'on Marnie dear," Sherry directed, waving her down off the stage, "we've got fish to fry."

Marnie's top was now more transparent from her perspiration than normal and clung to her in a more revealing way. Her faced was red with passion unfulfilled and she kept looking back in the hopes that one of the strippers would return and finish with her what they started. "What do you suppose those guys do with those hardons when they are off stage?" She asked.

"I'm not sure, but there are stories, com'on, let's get outta here." Sherry replied.

"Take off your jacket." Julie told Brenda. "We're up now."

Brenda took off her jacket and hung it on a hook at the edge of the riding ring. The Barn was a complete stable and ring used year round for those hot humid days of summer and icy cold days in the winter. The oval riding ring had gates at the two ends. Some stadium seats were located in the middle of stalls that ran along the long runs of the space on opposite sides taking up the space of about one and a half stalls. The cars pulled into the ring from one end and drove out the other.

Brenda adjusted her top as best she could and looked concerned at her hard nipples poking through the stretchy material in the nippy air. Then she approached the car Julie was standing by and noticed Julie being friendly with three college guys. "Over here," she motioned, "this will be our first car." Julie doused the car with water from a hose. "Can you start with the windows." She said rhetorically.

Brenda took a soapy sponge from a bucket and tried to reach across the SUV, getting her top wet in the process. The passengers of the car could not completely hide their excitement at her nipples now clearly showing through. She was not able to reach all the way, so the driver got out and offered to give her a lift. Brenda reluctantly agreed and stepped on the step he made by his knit fingers and open palms. With one arm extended across the windshield and the other across her tits, she lifted her other leg for balance in an arabesque, giving the driver a view under her terry cloth skirt worth smiling enthusiastically to his friends about. Brenda proceeded to wash all of the windows around the vehicle while Julie and another cheerleader washed the body and tires. When it was all soaped up, they stood back and watched while Julie rinsed it off.

"That'll be five bucks please." Julie announced with her hand out.

"What about the water spots?" the driver countered.

"We advertised a 'wash' not a 'dry.'" Julie explained.

"I've heard that we're supposed to ask specially for a dry." He re-asked.

"That costs twenty-five bucks more." Julie said with a smile.

The driver looked at his buddies and pony'd up the cash. "Okay, here, a wash and a dry."

"Well gals, time to dry." Julie announced to Brenda and the other cheerleader. Then she took Brenda by surprise by pulling off her skirt and handing it to her. She and the other squad member then took off their terrycloth skirts, and started to dry off the vehicle by example to demonstrate for Brenda what they were intended for. The boys got out of their car and watched the nubile bodies work at wiping the surface of the vehicle.

With all attempts at further modesty gone, Brenda joined in the fun of teasing the boys with her body as her future teammates were attempting to do. Her shaved pussy drew the most attention however, since her cleft was identifiable through the translucent nylon where the others had nondescript dark patches. They said they were finished, but the boys kept drawing their attention to wet spots in lower reaches of the car to prolong their view the tight athletic behinds working away on the car.

"Okay." Julie said. "That is your twenty-five dollars worth. Time to move on boys."

"No, wait." The driver pleaded. "I hear if we pay some more, that we can have one of you Ride the Geyser."

"I don't think you have enough money for that, Big Boy." Julie said seductively.

"How much for that one?" He said pointing to Brenda.

"Oh, she can't Ride the Geyser, she isn't even enrolled here yet." Julie stated.

"Sure she can, how much?"

Julie looked at Brenda who was clueless to the ramifications of what they were negotiating on her behalf. "It's two hundred bucks." Julie decided.

The boys huddled and pooled every cent they had, "We only have a hundred and eighty bucks. That should be enough." He said.

Julie looked at him and then at the money in his hand and acted unimpressed, but finally relented, took the money, and declared it a deal.

"Okay Brenda," she said huddling with her enthusiastically, "are you one of us?" Brenda nodded. "Good. Then for the sake of the squad and the value of washing thirty-six cars, we need you to Ride the Geyser."

"Do what?"

"Ride the Geyser. You'll like it, really." Julie said. "You climb up on a couple of ladders and the rest is done by others.

Brenda blushed, but did not know why. She wanted into this special school and wanted to get along with everyone on the squad, so against her gut feeling, she agreed. Julie distracted her with unrelated talk while two stepladders were set up next to the car and hoses reconfigured to reach from the other two stations. Then when the other two cars were finished and the gates shut behind their exit, Brenda approached one of the ladders and then told to climb to the top. She was mortified when she learned she was to straddle the parallel two-by-fours C-clamped to the tops. Now she was too committed to back down, money had changed hands, the other bikini-clad cheerleaders had gathered and the Car Wash had come to a halt for the moment.

Two girls stood on the bottom rungs of the two ladders as the three boys each garnered a hose. Two ran tepid water from utility sinks from either side of the barn and the other ran cold tap water from a regular spigot. "Okay Brenda," Julie coached her, "hold on tight."

"Oh god." Brenda muttered and griped the boards in front of her, now less concerned about her pussy stretched open by sitting as she was on the boards than from the possibility of falling.

"Okay, now you know you have to stop the first time she cums after she surrenders her top." Julie reminded the three. "Okay, ready, go."

The three nozzles opened and they aimed them immediately at Brenda's snatch. Brenda lost her breath upon the impact, as it shocked her as much as it hurt. The squad-mates had to hide their giggles at the enthusiastic way the boys were aiming the jets at Brenda's pussy. However, they ended up grabbing at the nozzles from them when it was apparent that the streams were too strong to accomplish a goal of making her squirm with pleasure.

When the boys were finished with the on-the-job training from the cheerleaders, they worked at getting the more desirable reaction from Brenda. At first, she wanted to escape the humiliation, the embarrassment, and the discomfort of the water streams, but eventually she transitioned into wanting the relief the water torture could provide her.

The driver of the SUV, who had the cold-water hose, tried to regulate Brenda's response while also trying to tease her into to shifting positions from grabbing the boards in front of her to grabbing them from behind her. He accomplished this by shooting the stream up at her breasts and at her face, but returned to her sensitive clitoris when she was leaning back in all her glory.

When Brenda was about to cum, she shifted back to the front grabbing position and tried protecting her pussy with one hand. The driver went back to work on her tits and face with the cold water until she relented. It was obvious she was close to cumming by most of those who were in tune with her, including the driver, who tried to distract her by hitting the bottoms of her feet with the cold-water stream. Eventually, no amount of distraction could prevent a screaming, foot-flailing, tit-shaking orgasm from occurring. For a moment, Brenda was oblivious to the streams still hitting her and giving her mini aftergasms. Soon it got to the point that she could take no more and pleaded with her last ounce of energy for them to stop hitting her with the water.

"Lose the top." Julie called to her.

"Please, please, I can't take any more of this." Brenda pleaded.

"Lose the top." The girls started to scream. "Lose the top!"

Brenda was at the point of surrender, so she pulled the top up over her head, tossed it, and held back on so she wouldn't fall in her weakened state. The driver cooled her pussy off with a gentle cool stream of water. It gave Brenda a chance to catch her breath and realize that she was in an elevated position, topless and her pussy exposed to all through the transparent material of her bikini bottom. Humiliation and embarrassment overwhelmed her. Her weakened state made it impossible to work herself off the boards, even if she tried, and just when she thought the worst was over, the tepid streams started up again.

"No! No!" She implored them until they all discovered the effect that jumping on the hoses had on her reluctance.