Episode 36: DuRESS CODE

Wednesday morning ... Dress Code Omission Day ... WOOHOO!!

Yawning even after her morning shower, and second cup of coffee, Piper Cherry paraded about her home in only her G-string. With zero curtains on any window, she was the highlight of Hooter’s Crossing. Exploring her huge walk-in closet for clothes that might fit what both the Principal of Horton-Dexter High School, and her entourage of horny students would find appealing she set aside multiple choices. Strung out over her bedding trying to decide she hears a whine behind her.

“What? Too much material? I could just wear only a collar like you.”

Hands on her hips she looks down at her faithful pooch Rotten staring up at her from the bedroom doorway. A huffed “Woof!” let her know he had to go potty, that and the leash laying at his paws, dropped when he spoke.

“Fuck Me! Why can’t you learn to walk yourself? Dammit! Go wake up Mace. Naaa! He always gets stuck walking you, doesn’t he? Gimme a minute.” She finds herself tempted to call the McKellen twins to come walk Rotten when she saw the time, “The sun is barely up they’re still cozy in their beds. Fine! Let’s do this.” She bends down retrieving his leash and hooks it to his collar. The second she started to stand the dog turned and yanked her off balance. Dancing in step to keep up she followed him to the front door.

“Hey! I might need a robe Shithead.” He jumped on the door barking. “I hope the neighborhood watch has their binoculars ready.” Opening the door Rotten barely gives her time to keep up. Barefoot in only her navy-blue G-string she finds herself out in the middle of her front yard. Shivering at the faint breeze stimulating her nipples she watches Rotten sniff around for just the perfect spot to ... stand there.

“Really? Are we like just going to pose for everyone? There are a few neighbors that aren’t pervs like the McKellen’s, Knox, and Travis.” A car pulling out of its garage three houses down on the opposite side of the street makes Piper edgy. “You’re lucky Rotten. It’s a guy.” Driving by slowly the man in his Nissan Pathfinder spotted her in all of her glory and came to a halt in the middle of Epicenter Court. Rolling his window down he chuckled, “Must be the morning chill. My dog hates the dew, he can never take a leak.” The man was probably 45 in age with a car salesman vibe, peppered grey hair over a once lush brown.

“If he doesn’t hurry up, I might beat him to the punch. I just realized I need to tinkle myself.”

“Never know it might give him a hint. You know what they say about Alpha’s, follow the leader.”

“You just want to see if I pull my panties down and squat.” She points at him playfully.

“Gotta say, that would put a smile on my face the rest of the day.”

“Uh huh! What’s your name Pathfinder?”

“Kieron Daniels, you might know me from the commercials on TV. I own K. Dan’s Sedans.” He jests. “Car dealership over on Lemon Avenue.” Boy did she know how to predict a person’s career.

“Oh, that just makes me want to shop for a new car. Lemon Avenue, seriously?”

“I know, I know! Trust me I’m legit. Family-owned car lot, Me and my dad started it. God rest his soul. He passed away last year from testicular cancer. Anyway, I stand by my sales. Mind if I ask ... do you always walk your dog naked?”

“I’m not naked.” She snaps her G-string band a little too hard and it separates from the rest of it on one side, “Shit! I loved this G-string. Okay, almost naked.” Spinning it she chuckles singing, “HEY BIG SPENDER!” Kieron had to laugh. Dropping the string her panties sag on one side revealing more of her bikini area. “Will you go already.”

“I guess I better.” He chuckled.

“Not you K.Dan. I’m talking to my garden gnome there. Oh, I’m Piper by the way.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Piper. I hope to see more of you.”

“Easy enough.” She just peels what was left of her panties off and tosses it at Rotten. “Here use this to pick up your shit, I forgot to bring a baggie.”

“That’s funny. Should I offer a wolf call, or will your pup attack my car?”

“Call of the Mild. Whistle away K. Dan.” She poses seductively laughing at herself before growling, “ROTTEN! Dammit Boy!” The dog just sits down and looks at her, timidly sniffing the air.

“Are you always this open?”

“Well, K. Dan, as the saying goes, UNLIKE MY DOG...” She emphasizes toward Rotten trying to coax him into going, “Open to interpretation. What you see is what some men get.”

“Damn! That’s hot. I think you saw what house I pulled out of, drop over some evening, I’ll mix some martinis.”

“Will do ... well maybe do.” She sticks her tongue out at him. She loved making guys think they stood a chance. Kieron wasn’t a hottie, but he wasn’t a cube melting in the sun either. Grinning at her he whistled one last time and nodded his hopefulness before driving off. As she fluttered her fingers back at him and shifted in poses for his amusement, she felt the leash pull in her hand. Rotten had walked over to her discarded panties and began sniffing. “Ohhhhhh, no you didn’t.”

She marched right over to him and bent down snatching them up. Scolding him with her fingertip tapping his nose she recited, “Not for puppy. Not for puppy.” It was then he squatted and took a healthy shit. Wincing at the odor Piper rolled her eyes. “Now he gives a shit.” Grimacing at using her favorite panties to pick up his crap she headed back inside. One last tug on her she halted halfway to her front door, hiking his leg to take a leak on her front yard lamp post. “Uggggggggh!” After taking Rotten back inside she disposed of her doggy bag along with her panties by double bagging them and taking them back outside to her garbage can.

“I need to get a move on. It looks like Josie is getting ready to leave for work.” She hears the McKellen’s garage door opening up. “Henry must be taking the girls to school again today. If she’s heading out this early, she’s probably meeting Roman.” She was dead wrong this time. Josie had plans to meet Reese and a few of his fellow basketball players, but you knew that. There was no end to her besties sexual rendezvouses. “I really hope for Henry’s sake he can keep coping with their sex drive. Maybe I should take Roman for a spin myself and see what all the hoopla is. If she’s not in love with the guy he must have a hidden talent. Ah well, that’s between them.” Shrugging she heads back in and washes her hands thoroughly.

Returning to her bedroom she finds Rotten laying on his padded bed on the floor near her dresser. “That’s right, you just have yourself a tension free day.” Looking over her selection of dresses on her mattress she holds them up in front of her with indecision, “Orange sleeveless halter dress with no back, or wine-colored version with deeper cleavage. Hemline Heaven on either one. Help me pick one Rotten. Left, or right?” She poses both dresses with eagle wide arms to see which he looked at as a tie breaker. He chose to glance at the orange. “Good choice. Dreamsicle it is.”

Hanging her other selections up in her closet she slips the orange dress on, tying it around her neck albeit loosely, and admires herself in her vanity mirror. “No hiding the laser pointers that’s for sure.” She closely admired her bullet casing nipples, then twists in step to inspect the backside. “I hope Carl can cope with my back showing an awful lot of spine, this dress borders butt crack alley. If it bites me in the ass, I’ll just...” Her back checked out better in an actual mirror the snug fit sharing her butt crease vibrantly proved easily she had no panties on. “ ... ask for another nibble. Damn! That’s one sexy ass.” It wasn’t ego, it was fact.

Exploring her front in the mirror she frowns, “Cleavage is open but the wine dress had a deeper cut. Plenty of side boob swell too. Melon Collie!” Hearing Rotten whine she frowned, “Wrong kind of Collie! Get your head out of your lASSie!” Returning to her reflection inspection she puckered at her ass cheeks peeping out. Impressed she fluffed her breasts to test her cleavage for a vibrant jostle.

“Regardless all eyes are going to check the ladies out before even saying good morning to me. Shoes...” She heads back into her closet and peruses her options, “Did my nails last night in canary yellow so I’m good with the orange not clashing with them. Yellow heels? Not feeling them, maybe white ... yep.” She selected a pair of six-inch heels with no toes to highlight her nails, the white thin bands attached to them wound around her lower calves to accent her well-toned legs for a whirlwind effect.

“Well, Counsellor, I’m thinking your patients are going to have need of therapy after seeing me in this. My entire back is open clear down to my ass. Another half inch lower it’s plumber’s crack. Should I wear panties at least?” Caressing her bottom and lower abdomen she frowns, “Naaaa! It’s time I honored Josie and my pact of no panties. Carl knows I go without. Cameras have caught me way too many times, so why bother. Let’s give my fans what they ask for. Hell let’s give my Detainees what they’re begging for. This day just could be the sexiest day yet.”

Time running out she fed and watered Rotten in the kitchen and nurtured a bit more coffee before grabbing her cell from its charging dock and her purse. “Mace must be worn out from all the cheerleaders last night. Poor kid!” If she only knew what her squad of whores had done behind her back, she would have scolded Mace. Truthfully it wasn’t his fault he had a monster cock and the cheerleaders found creative ways to get it. Who was he to deny so many hot pieces of ass? Heading out to her own garage to start her SUV Piper triggered the garage door remote. To her surprise she found two young ladies outside waiting, holding their book bags. Rolling her window down Piper stuck her head out, “Hitchhiking?”

“Mom left texts and told us to bum a ride. Daddy is busy on his game, and on the phone with his co-designer Tessa.” Sable covered for her father still drunk and sleeping on the basement sofa. Dakota was busy texting her friend Andrea Beckett comparing notes on what they were wearing, it being Wednesday and Principal Manley allowing the students to dress more openly. With only one day a week to feel the freedom Andrea wanted to make it count.

“Ah! The infamous co-worker. Henry and she have been working pretty hard on his ... ummm ... war game.”

“Frisky isn’t a war game Piper.” Dakota revealed. She still called Frisque as Frisky. “Daddy finally told us what he’s designing. He even let us watch a few clips. Sexy stuff.” LIE! A bluff on her part, he had done no such thing. They had overheard he and their mother discussing the game while trapped under their bed forced to listen to them having hardcore sex.

“Wow! I thought he didn’t want you girls to think badly of him.”

“We ... talked him into it.” Dakota sheepishly grinned at her already blushing sister. Sable also withheld the truth fearing trouble.

“My ears are burning. Get your asses in before we’re late.” Piper unlocks the other doors and Sable calls shotgun climbing in the front seat, while Dakota sat in back. Once buckled in the girls instantly noted Piper’s very revealing dress.

“Y-you’re wearing ... that to school?” Sable flared her eyes in awe.

“I am. Are you wearing that?” She points at Dakota’s own dress with lots of boobage and the hemline equally as short as Piper’s. Being a button-down dress she was already boasting a vivid cleavage, just as she had in wearing shirts almost wide open the last two days. “Relax I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicinal. You look gorgeous. You both do.” Dakota in a white dress with tiny red blossoms on it, Sable in a lengthier button-down dress to her kneecaps in burgundy, modest cleavage.

“Gosh! Mister Manley might send us all home to change.” Sable giggled.

“Somehow I doubt that.” Piper backs out of her garage and uses her programmed remote to seal her garage door down. Curious, Dakota unfastens her seatbelt and lifts toward the center console to check out Piper’s dress.

“Whoa! I want one of those.” She points at the opened back. “I think Mom has something similar.”

“We need to raid her closet again.” Sable grins changing her mind, wanting to fit in with her sister. At least Sable seemed less down this morning, even if Travis Herbert still hadn’t texted her back. Piper didn’t want to bring up the whole cheerleading sideshow. She knew Sable was out of her league, but it wasn’t going to stop Piper from trying. She could skip the football game on Friday unless she chose to go on her own. Pondering the girl getting her braces out on Friday she hoped that might add to her spark. Time would tell.

“We just went shopping, why do you guys need to do that?”

“Ours aren’t as...” Sable fidgets.

“Slutty?” Piper lowered her sunglasses with a grin, “I can live with that.”

“Mom was dressing ... a little more revealing than usual too the last few days. I’m not even sure what she wore this morning she was gone before we got up. She didn’t get home until almost 8:00 last night. Went straight to bed.” She frowned at her mom’s seemingly immature routine. The twins aware of Roman now but not acknowledging it only added to their opinion of Josie. They loved and adored their mother, but it was challenging at times. Changing the topic of her thoughts Dakota pepped up with, “If you two can get away with it why can’t the students? I want to dress even sexier.” Dakota pleads her case. As if she wasn’t sexy now.

“This is Wednesday Dakota. I asked Carl to change the dress code and he did. That’s why you’re wearing those dresses. Why are you bitching? You had your shirt unbuttoned to your navel Monday and Tuesday both. You got a head start on everybody.” Piper grins looking away, knowing that Carl had seen Dakota both days and hadn’t said a word to the girl. She merely wanted the girls to put their principal on the spot at some point over it, so she could laugh at his awkwardness.

“I know.” Dakota broke out into a brilliant smile, “It was awesome, but scary.” Dakota shivered and knew right then that she would defend the other students’ rights going forward. Sable agreed with a sideways seated position, she too having had an unbuttoned shirt for a short while just to be a part of the crowd.

“Chilly too I bet.” Piper chuckled. “You two know I unbuttoned your shirts in front of your mother for a reason, right? It’s because I’m on your side. No more kiddy clothes for you beautiful young women.”

“You should take us shopping again Piper.” Sable chuckled. “So, we can buy dresses like you’re wearing.”

“You said that four minutes ago. Geez Louise! I told you I can do that. Ask your mom for a boost in your allowances and you might be able to afford to share a dress like mine.” Piper had to rub it in how expensive her wardrobe was.

“We don’t even get allowances; our parents usually just buy what we ask for.” Sable scowled, “I don’t think mom would want to buy us ... clothes like that.”

“Daddy might.” Dakota pepped up, then changed expression to that of, “Oh shit!” She did not want Piper to know how the girls were getting closer to their father on a secret level. A bit ... too close in some cases. Like last night sneaking up on Henry while masturbating to Tessa and her roommate Svetlana. In his drunken state Dakota got away with murder seated right next to him as he climaxed. She even got her second facial without him even aware of either. He was just too drunk and wore out to discover her mischief. Thankfully, Tessa like Piper was on their side. Even their father was becoming a shade more exhibitionist in front of them. Of course, they, especially Dakota returned the flavor as often as possible. She still couldn’t believe he sat on her bed as she played with herself, even giving her lower tummy raspberries. Alcohol was Henry’s enemy, Dakota’s friend. Sable? Still on the fence but getting there.

Knowing that their dad’s co-worker Tessa was trying to get him to incorporate versions of the twins into his porn RPG game, their imaginations were all over the charts. To make matters worse Tessa Harper had even hinted that they should tease their father even more, that day at Piper’s cookout. Dakota at least. Her thoughts that Henry might be persuaded to add the girls’ actions to his game and stop stressing over the morality of it all. They still hadn’t quite figured out the names Montana and Bunny though.

“Changing the subject...” Piper sighed with a worried glint in her eyes, “How’s the new boyfriend?”

“Travis is...” Sable freezes, “Oh, you meant Dakota’s boyfriend Angus.”

“Hold the phone. You and Pervy Travis?” She put Sable on the spot. As if she hadn’t already guessed but found it charming.

“Not really. He asked me out for pizza, but I haven’t talked to mom and dad about it yet. Well, I hinted it to dad. We just flirt. After yesterday though I’m not sure where we stand. He isn’t texting me.”

“Maybe Travis just needs time to cope. I’m sure he’s worried about those YouBoob videos the students circulated online. Not just because he was caught naked, but you were in a compromising position too.”

“I’ll never live that down.” Sable pouted, “Why am I going to school? I’ll be ridiculed all day.”

“The cheerleaders didn’t ridicule you much lastnight did they?”

“I guess not. It’s early though.”

“Worry about it as it happens Kiddo. If it gets bad just come find me, I’ll nip it in the butt ... wait! That’s bud, isn’t it? Just roll with the pinches.”

“Punches.” Sable corrected her shaking her head.

“Says you! I bet they pinch harder.” Piper razzes her with her tongue, “What about AngASS?” Piper peered into her rearview at Dakota.

“We’re not girlfriend/ boyfriend. He’s still dating Robin Banks, but she did say last night that they broke up. I’m not sure until he and I talk. I feel like she’s lying. It felt so weird being around her during your cheerleading practice last night. He has asked me out though, a couple times now.” The whole Robin Banks being his current girlfriend was preempting their dating. Dakota was trying hard to be smart about it. Of course, Robin did warn her about Angus, yet she was smart enough to know an old girlfriend would always trash talk their past lovers. Angus could speak for himself.

“But you want him to be right?”

“YESSSSSSSSSSSS!” Dakota grew giddy, then silenced just as quickly, “I think so. I just need to be sure of what I’m getting into. Is he trustworthy?”

Piper clenched her teeth looking out the driver’s door, “Hell no! I can’t tell her he and his crew stripped me at Detention yesterday. I’m shocked the girls haven’t heard about my crowd surfing naked or Angus eating me out on the bleachers. That would crush her. Bad enough they caught a ride with me yesterday five minutes after I got dressed. That could have been a blow to both of us. I love these girls, I just ... can’t ignore my own needs. Being undressed and touched by 21 guys was ... amazing. A 21 Cum salute was intoxicating too. Hand jobs ... I really should have stopped before I started that. One they will expect that every time, and two they took advantage and a few nutted on me. Now look at me, I packed my dildo Bodzilla in my purse in case today’s detention goes my way. I did promise them I’d use a toy in front of them. If they keep their words, which even I know is iffy I intend to do more of that. All those magnificent cocks jerking off in front of me ... a couple over me ... no way am I not experiencing more of that. Fingers crossed I don’t destroy friendships here.”

“Piper?” Dakota found her neighbor withdrawn. “Should I let Angus ask me out again?”

“When you’re sure what you want ask him out, Sade Hawkins style.” Blending the singer Sade for her soulful seductive music, and the reverse psychology of girls asking guys. Even though Piper was dealing with Angus in Detention finding him sexy hot herself she was supportive of Dakota’s hopefulness. Shameless as Piper was, it did scare her that letting Angus play with her in Detention would come back to haunt her. Hurting Dakota was not what she wanted, but her hormones were just too high to deny.

“I can do that?” She pondered the idea. “When the time is right.”

“Nuff said.” Piper switched back to Sable, “Back to you Shotgun Sally ... Travis asked you out so, why haven’t you ran it by your parents?”

“I’m not ready just yet. Travis ... can be childish. I want a real man.” Her tune was changing fast.

“Ohhh! A real man? That’s ... interesting. So, Travis is a no go?”

“I never said that. I’m just keeping my options open. Tawny told me Corey Samson was looking at me, I like him better. He’s a football player.”

“Even though he tossed Travis in a trash bin. I know Corey. He was in Detention yesterday. A bad boy type. Travis is better for you I think.”

“I like Corey though. I mean ... what he did was wrong but ... don’t confuse me.” Sable swats at Piper pouting.

“Why hasn’t Corey asked you out then?”

“I’m not sure. He told me yesterday I wasn’t his type. I think it’s my braces. He doesn’t want anyone to make fun of him. Although, he did say he wore braces once too. I’m lost.”

“You worry about those braces too much Sable.” Dakota chimed in, “They’re coming out Friday.”

“I know. Maybe he will ask me out once he sees me not wearing them anymore. I really hope he was lying about not being my type.”

“Well then, “Piper pondered aloud, “If he’s having a hard time getting up the courage to ask you again, put him on the spot, then you should help him relax by showing him you’re worth his effort.”

“She already did that.” Dakota snorts recalling their day a week earlier by Piper’s pool when they rescued Travis from drowning. Sable had gotten over her nerves and assisted Travis in ... let’s just say ... relaxing after overtaxing. Mostly on his part. She did watch. So, did Dakota to a point. “Oh! I thought you meant Travis. My bad!”

“My ears are still on fire.” Piper chuckled. She was afraid to know the reality behind Dakota’s comment. Sable beside Piper fidgeted, rocking back and forth while biting her lip.

“I almost gave Travis a hand job.” She blurted out. “He finished.”

“Oh, Christ! My ears just melted off. Please don’t go into detail.” Piper just knew it was going to be a messy story.

“A LOT!” Sable emphasized leaning toward Piper grinning devilishly. “More than he did on the bleachers yesterday.”

“About Angus ... you never answered my question.” Piper tuned out Sable letting her pout.

Looking up from her cell after buckling her seatbelt back up Dakota shrugged, “What question? I told you I’m biding my time because of Robin. I haven’t lost my virginity since then.” She chuckled.

“Oh! Well, that’s certainly good.”

“Maybe this weekend.”

“What?” Even Sable had to join that word with her own version. “What?”

“I’m joking! Gawwwwwwd! You guys are so naïve.”

“Is he who you’d want to lose it too?” Piper grew curiously nervous.

“I don’t know. There’s someone I have in mind for that, but I don’t think he’s ... thinking like I do.” Dakota smirks then shares a sheepish grin with her sister, “Don’t tell mom.”

“My lips are sealed. So are my eyes. Shit I can’t drive with my eyes closed.” The girls laughed as Piper turned on her stereo and programmed a song list on Spotify. Seconds later they were rocking out to Five Finger Depth Punch, as Piper called them, the mental vision of being fisted made her giggle, not that she wanted that kind of high five. The remainder of the ride was tuning out the world. Sable however contemplated asking out Corey Samson, as well as that notion of losing her own virginity. Travis was on her thoughts too. Mace three! So was a certain much older man at least in watching him rub one off. They were both growing up waaaaay too fast.

Auntie Piper felt dead set in the crosshairs.

“Okay, I had an idea yesterday.” Henry McKellen spoke to Tessa Harper via skype, now that he was awake. He certainly remembered skyping with she and Svetlana last night before he knocked out. Waking up alone and nude he was glade no one found him like this. Cum stains on his sofa needed cleaned. His first instinct was to text Tessa and get her back on the laptop.

This early in the morning the busty blond beauty wore a nightshirt boasting this time Star Trek instead of Star Wars. Unlike many other sci-fi fans, she was equal opportunity. Her hair a mess from sleeping and not caring if Henry saw her made him smirk, but he certainly didn’t put her down. Even at her worst the kid was drop dead gorgeous. He was actually becoming quite fond of her. Having a hot sexy Russian roommate didn’t hurt her chances one bit. Having fucked both young women in his very own kitchen his imaginations were on warp factor seven without the assist of Mr. Sulu.

Everything of late increased his storytelling abilities toward his RPG game Frisque. From his new neighbor’s scalding hot everything, to his wife’s ravenous sexual appetite, to Kelly Herbert’s slave dedication, episode after episode of the game was coming together, in a very delicious way. Having Cheerleaders practicing next door at Piper’s was the topping on one hell of a layer cake.

“Decide on the daughter incest?” Tessa interrupted his idea, stretching vividly in front of him in her Trekkie almost nekkie shirt. Her beautiful breasts poising as if to say “Lookie at us.” Henry couldn’t resist, pausing in thought to watch her. Before she could return her posture to normal her roomie Svetty entered the monitor moving behind Tessa and placing her chin on the girl’s shoulder. Tessa’s hands loitered in the buxom blond’s hair while Svetlana reached around devilishly and squeezed her roommate’s bulging breasts.

“Breakfast served.Ostrich eggs over easy.” Svetty winked at Henry across the server and pulled Tessa’s t-shirt up to show him her tits. Wrinkled up over her chest while Svetty teased her flesh Tessa melted and the two girls began kissing right in front of him. This was just as juicy as watching them last night. Henry casually sat back and enjoyed the show. He totally forgot what he intended to tell her about Kelly and the dominance topic. For the next ten minutes he just observed them making out and taking it to the bed behind Tessa’s computer desk. “Gotta love bisexuals. From Russia with Lust!”

In studying their sexual ravishing, he heard both girls mumbling, “Oh Daddy. Watch us. Play with us Daddy.” He knew damn well this was staged to antagonize his thoughts on putting his daughters into Frisque. While he had been mulling it over the idea of actually using his real daughters as template models just seemed too out there. Making matters harder was the fact he overheard Dakota moaning just like Svetty and Tessa concerning the term, Daddy. He was already struggling inside that Dakota might have a daddy crush on him. While it felt wrong, it also made him smile. He loved his daughter very much. Deciding this ordeal was not getting much work done he just shut his laptop down and went upstairs to grab a shower.

Let the kids play.

Pulling into the Horton-Dexter faculty parking Piper shut her music down. Turning to the twins she had to ask. “Alright Munchkin’s. Aunt Piper has to ask ... underwear on?” She looked straight back at Dakota knowing if anyone was breaking the law it would be her. “I know there’s no bra up North, but what about South Dakota?”

“Are you wearing any AUNT Piper?” Dakota resisted showing her, her knees clenched tightly side by side. Although not their real aunt the girls rather liked the adoption idea.

“Just checking. No, I’m not. But I just don’t want any boys getting too intimate with you guys.”

“Jealous?” Dakota flipped her tongue out at Piper.

Smirking at her Piper added fuel to the debate, “Sweetie! Miss Cherry could get any man or woman in this burg.”

“Got that right.” Sable chuckled feeling better in her imbalance of emotions since yesterday. “I’m wearing a thong. No bra though.”

“Good. Listen ladies, I’m not telling either of you what or what not to do. You’re old enough to make your own decisions. I’m just...” She frowns at herself, “So not Mother Hen. Go peck. Just not pecker.”

The girls giggled as Piper rolled her eyes, “I don’t know why I felt as if I needed to give you two any peck talk. Just be careful out there. Although you’re both foxes, the henhouse is bound to be invaded today. Take a look out there.” She pointed at a dozen girls walking from the parking lots, all but one had a short dress like Piper’s. Dakota’s while short still rode lower than theirs.

“For the record?” Dakota spoke up, “I was wearing panties.” She lifts her ass from her seat reaching up under her skirt to yank her own thong down, then peeled it from her pumps. Into her book bag they went. Piper had to pinch the bridge of her nose.