Chapter 1

Hello,

My name is Samantha. I am naked in school and my life is over. You can imagine my shock when I heard my name called over the loud speakers. Not that having your name called over the loud speakers before school even starts isn't a shock, because it is. It's even more of a shock though when you know you haven't done anything wrong. It's even worse first thing Monday morning. Everyone knows what that means; The Program. I thought my mom had excluded me, so when my name was called I was completely shocked, and as people started pointing at cheering, laughing, and me. I felt this sense of dread come over me.

As I numbly walked to the principal's office, cheers and jeers echoing in me ears, I knew I was doomed. I knew I was going to get egged. It stands for Every Girl Gets Done. That's what they say about female program participants. They get egged. Those that aren't end up hospitalized because being in the program is too much for them. I've read enough accounts to know it's true. I know that sometime this week I'm going to get fucked. I'm either going to lose my virginity in some mindless sexual encounter or I'm going to end up in the mental ward. Either way I'm getting fucked.

What makes it even worse is the cheering and jeering. It's not that I'm popular. I'm far from it. It's more about my mom and what they imagine about me personally. You see my mom is a whore. I don't mean that in a bad way or anything. Being a whore isn't who she is. It's just what she does. You might think that I'd be embarrassed and ashamed that my mom's a whore but I'm not. I'm proud of her really. Not only is she good at what she does, but she's always done her best to take care of me, and to be there for me when I needed her.

Besides, it's not as if she works a street corner for a pimp or anything. Not that there's anything wrong with that, if that's what you want to do. Most are forced into that though, and that's a bad thing. Not mom though, she chose her profession. She's what they call a high-class call girl. She works out of Madam Chang's. She doesn't work for her; she just rents a couple rooms from her. Sometimes she'll come down and work the room, but mostly she has a lot of regular high profile clients or referrals. And no, I won't tell you who they are. Well, I suppose I have to name a couple, since I know it's going to come up but I won't use their real names. It'd hurt my mom's reputation if I did. That's why I'm not saying what school I go to, or what town I live in. I won't even say what state we live in. You'll just have to guess. And I'm not telling if you're right or not either.

Even though I am proud of my mom, her occupation has made life more difficult for me. When I was little, parents didn't want me playing with their children. I guess they felt I'd corrupt them if I did. Although I'm sure, more than one parent also didn't want me to accidentally say anything about them being clients. When I got older, my classmates figured that since my mom was a whore, then I must be one too. I learned quickly not to be alone with any boys. They would ether try something or the girls would think I was trying to seduce their boyfriends. Not that I would.

I also learned not to be alone with the girls either, not that any wanted to be around me and get a bad reputation. Still I avoided them also as, more often than not, they'd try something. Usually a cruel prank, but sometimes a beating, if they thought I was trying anything with the boys. By the time I got to high school, the only friends I had were the whores at Madam Chang's, a few of their kids, and a couple clients. No, we didn't do anything. I'm a virgin remember? We just talked or played games while they waited for my mom to get ready. Some would even help me with homework.

Anyway, that's what all the cheering was for. They all figured the daughter of a whore must be a whore herself. It doesn't matter that I'm the Pictionary definition of Plain Jane, shy wallflower, and librarian bookworm. It also doesn't matter that I'm never been with anyone, because everyone knows someone who's paid to sleep with me. Now I'm in the program and they'll all get to have me for free. They also figure that since I'm a whore, I know all about sex. That means I can give them a wild fuck and they all planned to enjoy it.

[I've been told I should describe myself more, as if the previous description wasn't enough. So here goes, I'm average height, have average straight brown hair, average body, pretty much average everything. The only thing about me that isn't so average is my green eyes not that anyone sees them past my glasses] (Mother's note. Despite Samantha's efforts to the contrary, she is hardly average or plain. She is actually a very pretty girl. She could be a knockout if she put her mind to it and I hope that after this week she will have the self-esteem to believe that.)[Daughter's note; AS IF!]

I can't argue too much with that bit about knowing a lot about sex, as it's hard not to learn about sex growing up in a whorehouse. You see and hear things, even though you're not supposed to. Plus my mom has always been very open and honest with me. Long before I ever had Sex Ed in junior high, I knew the names of all the parts and what they did. I've learned more from her than we've covered in class so far this year, even though I know my mom helped with this year's curriculum. Yeah, my Mom helped with the curriculum. She's even taught the class. Our principal, Mrs. Fairchild, asked Mom to substitute for a week last year when Ms. Markham had her baby. Young, unattached Sex Ed teacher gets pregnant, go figure. Still Mom blew everyone's mind when she taught the class. It wasn't just what she taught, but how she handled the class. From all accounts she as amazing! Since then Ms. Markham consults with my mom once a week. So does Mrs. Fairchild, although not at the same time, mind you.

The thing is just because I've seen and read a lot doesn't mean I know a lot. Again, I'm a virgin. So while I may know about sex, my practical knowledge on the subject of sex is ZERO, although that is slowly changing, and not by choice. L

As I made my way to the office, the comments got cruder and cruder. I had my head down, shoulders hunched, binder clutched tight to my chest, trying unsuccessfully not to cry as I made my way to the office. Because of that I wasn't paying attention to what was in front of me and I walked in a wall. I bounced back with a startled "Oop!" I looked up to see Travis Whitworth leering down at me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I had your mom and now I'm finally going to have you."

Travis Whitworth is one of our school's star football players and total pond scum. The only reason he's "had" mom is because his dad took him to her for his sixteenth birthday. His dad is one of mom's regulars, and unlike Travis, is a total gentleman. Ever since Mom popped his cherry, Travis has wanted to see if I'm as good a lay as mom. Um, do guys have a cherry to pop? I know as soon as word gets out, and it will, he's going to be after mine.

I shuddered when he said that. He gives me the creeps and doesn't take no for answer, at least not from me. He's tried several times, but fortunately, I've always managed to get away. Now though he's going to "rule three" me and I'm going to be forced to let him use me. I muffled a sob and ran around him into the office.

The office was filled with the other programees and our guardians. Like other schools, our program is done with partners. We also have guardian knights and guardian angels to keep an eye on us and make sure we're safe. That way, between the partner and the guardians, the participant is rarely alone. At the most, they're only a classroom away.

I'd just sat down when Mrs. Fairchild's door opened. She escorted one girl out, who looked like how I felt, saying it would be OK. Once the girl was seated Mrs. Fairchild looked around and spotting me said, "Samantha could I see you in my office for a minute?"

I got up and went into her office.

I still remember the first time I was in her office. It's kind of hard to forget. It was the morning after I caught her leaving Mom's rooms. It was girl's night for us and I'd gone to pick her up. I was waiting on a window seat doing my history homework when Mom's door opened and Mrs. Fairchild walked out. Her hair was mussed, her clothes slightly rumpled, her face glowing and she had a dazed WOW look about her. I was in shock.

Then Mom's voice called out, "Angeline, you forgot your purse." She came out, wearing a silk robe that left nothing to the imagination, and handed it to her. Then she saw me and said, "Hi honey. How was your day?"

That's when Mrs. Fairchild saw me and a panic-stricken look crossed her face. Mom patted her arm and said,"Don't worry Angeline. We know the value of discretion. What happens here, stays here. Isn't that right, dear?" she said to me with a hint of an edge to her voice.

I swallowed hard and nodded.

Mrs. Fairchild looked like she was going to protest but Mom said, "Trust us Angeline. I wouldn't be here if we didn't know how to be discrete."

Mrs. Fairchild, still pale, nodded.

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Y-yes g-goodnight," and Mrs. Fairchild quickly left.

Mom and I had a good girls' night but she wouldn't tell me everything that happened. She never does. I usually don't ask, but then again, I usually don't know her clients either. She did tell me that Mrs. Fairchild asked her to cover for Ms. Markham though. The next day Mom became a substitute teacher and I ended up here. When I made it clear that I wouldn't say anything, Mrs. Fairchild became much more relaxed.

As she gazed out the window she said, "Your mother's really something." She blushed and quickly continued on. "I really didn't go there for what it appeared. I just went to ask if she'd mind filling in for Liz but she can be very uh,,, "

"Persuasive?" I suggested and Mrs. Fairchild's lips twitched in a smile.

"That's a good word for it."

I smiled. Mom's very good at being very "persuasive". It's part of the job.

Mrs. Fairchild looked pensive and then asked. "You don't mind do you?"

I shook my head. If I minded what my Mom did, she wouldn't do it.

She gave me a grateful smile and then more sternly said, "I hope this doesn't change things between us. I'm still your principal."

"No ma'am. Yes ma'am." I replied.

She smiled more. "Go to class," waving me out of her office. Since then every Wednesday afternoon she visits mom. I've seen her a couple times coming out but we never talk about it. We'd make small talk sometimes but that's it.

I was remembering that when she offered me a seat. I sat and she had to call my name a couple times before I would look up. She gave me a kind smile. "Samantha I know you're surprised by being included in the program, but your Mother has been worried about you. Quite frankly so have I. I know you're not the only shy student here, but you are the most withdrawn and alone. Even the loners have at least one person they hang out with. You on the other hand don't seem to have anyone. That isn't healthy."

It wasn't strictly true but it was true enough where school was concerned. Here I was alone.

"And you're hoping throwing me to the wolves will get me out of my shell?" I couldn't help how bitter it sounded. Mrs. Fairchild winced.

"Hopefully it won't be that bad."

I just looked at her. Finally, I said, "They all expect me to put out this week. One person has already told me they're looking forward to having me."

Mrs. Fairchild frowned. Non-consensual acts are very frowned upon. Aside from being in the program and all it entails, that is. Fortunately, it's not as bad as it used to be. There were a lot of problems when the program first started here. Since then though, safety for the participants has gotten much better and penalties for abuse much harsher.

"I'm alone because everyone thinks I'm a slut. Worse than a slut really, they think I charge for it!"

Mrs. Fairchild sighed. "We thought that might be the case." She was silent for a moment and then said, "If I may ask, why haven't you ever asked your mom to quit? It would make your life easier."

I shook my head. "Not really. Then they'd think I'm the daughter of a washed up whore. Besides, I'm not ashamed of what she does. She provides a valuable service. I just wish people wouldn't mistake what she does for who we are."

"I quite agree."

I looked up surprised.

"I never thought I'd be one to associate with someone in your mother's profession much less use their services." Mrs. Fairchild's face reddened, but she continued on. "However, what your mother, and others like her, provide is a valuable service and it beats some of the alternatives. I've learned a lot since I started seeing your mother. I consider the money well spent. And you are quite right. You're mother's occupation is not what she or you are."

I looked at her in shock. I pretty much knew, but I never expected her to come right out and say she was one of mom's clients. I looked at her and she looked almost defying me to say something bad about her. All I could say was "Wow. Mom would consider that a big compliment."

Mrs. Fairchild smiled. "I've learned a lot Samantha. I hope you and the other students will as well. Will you try?"

My heart started racing and it got hard to breathe.

"You will have lots of people watching out for you, and if it gets to be too much, I'll pull you out. So will you try for me?"

Somehow, I found myself nodding as tears ran down my cheeks. I was scared! Still I was glad that Mrs. Fairchild could pull students out if it looked like being in the program was going to cause them psychological harm. I hoped by that point I wasn't too fucked up though.

Mrs. Fairchild got up and gave me a hug. "Good girl. Let's go see the others shall we?" She dried my tears with a tissue and she led me out of her office. A sea of faces looked up at us when we emerged. "Okay, everyone follow me," she said and led us into the changing room.

The changing room is a glass room built onto the outside of the office, right next to the main entrance. This is where those in the program dress and undress. They built it so we'd have a place to change out of the weather and also so we wouldn't clog the main entrance. Gawkers sometimes still clog the drive to the teachers' parking lot though.

The neat thing, if you can call it that, is that a switch can make the windows opaque so the room can be used as an auxiliary meeting room. I think that's how she got it through the board. Before that, they'd meet in the cafeteria. Mrs. Fairchild flicked the switch and told everyone to find a seat. Someone had brought in folding chairs. We all sat and Mrs. Fairchild got started.

"Okay, you know why you're all here. Either you're in the program or you're a guardian. Here are your pamphlets. I know you've read them before, but read them over again to refresh what's allowed and what isn't." She gave the stack to someone at the first row and continued while they passed the pamphlets down.

"As you all know by now, this is where you will all meet and where those of you in the program will undress upon arrive and dress again later after school. I'm going to call the program participants up in pairs. When you're all up, you will undress and place your clothes in the lockers. There are plenty of sandals in the box next to the lockers so you won't have any trouble finding a pair in your size. After you've undressed, I'll introduce you to your guardians. They're the visual sign that someone is watching over you and the first response in case you need help. I say visual because there are more guardians who haven't been assigned to anyone but are always watching. Okay now, let's start with the seniors. Mark, Beth, you two will be partners this week."

I kind of faded out staring at the pamphlet in my hands then and jolted when someone shook me as Mrs. Fairchild called my name again. I looked up and she said, "Come on Samantha. This is your partner, Amy."

Blushing at being caught not paying attention and knowing I was soon to be naked in front of everyone I stood on shaky legs and walked over to Amy. I was surprised that I had a female partner. Partners are usually the opposite sex unless someone requests a different partner ahead of time when filling out the forms. I have to wonder what I put on that form. Not that I objected to being partnered with another girl. I objected to being in the program. It still makes me wonder though.

I was also surprised that Amy didn't seem to mind being partnered with me. I would have thought she would have objected. I could hear others commenting about how glad they were not to be partnered with me. Amy though just gave me a smile and whispered, "Nervous?"

I nodded.

"Me too, but I'm hoping this will be fun."

I was surprised again by the fact that she didn't object to being my partner. I had my doubts about the fun part.

When all of us programees were up in front, Mrs. Fairchild said, "now that you're all up here you can get undressed."

A couple of the younger girls were crying and some of the guys looked pale. Some didn't seem to have a problem though. The seniors were already half naked and I hadn't even taken off my sweater. I looked over at Amy. She was blushing but she'd already pulled her top off. Nervously I slowly pulled off my sweater and then tried to unbutton my blouse. I couldn't get my fingers to work though, so it took longer than normal.

"Would you like some help?" I looked up to see that Amy was already undressed. She had a slim athletic body. She has small, cone-shaped breasts, a flat toned tummy, and her pubic hair was completely shaved off. I thought she looked nice, not that she didn't clothed of course.

Numbly, I nodded and she helped me finish unbuttoning my blouse. Then she knelt in front of me and pulled my shoes and socks off while I slipped out of my blouse. I unbuttoned my jeans and together we got them down my legs and off.

I shivered as I realized I was standing in front of a bunch of strangers in just my bra and panties.

"Almost there Samantha," Mrs. Fairchild said. "You're doing well."

I blushed and glanced around. There were a few others still reluctantly in their underwear. I didn't think I could bear to be the last one dressed and have everyone's eyes on me, so I nervously reached back, unhooked my bra and let it slip down my arms. Amy took it from me and added it to the bundle of clothes in her arms. I took a deep, shaky breath and pushed my panties down. Amy gave me a steadying hand while I stepped out of them. I gave her a shy smile to thank her and then blushed as I realized I was now naked in front of everyone. My arms started to move instinctively to cover myself, and then remembering covering wasn't allowed, I lowered them. I still want to know what I was supposed to do with them. It's not as if I can put my hands in my pockets. I didn't have any!

Amy looked me over and said, "You look great. No one would have guessed under your clothes. You should show it off more often."

I blushed, mumbled "Thanks so do you," and wished I'd shaved. I usually only shave my legs and underarms to keep from getting teased while changing for gym. I only trim my pubic hair during the summer sometimes, if I'm going swimming. It's not like I need to impress anyone. Now though, I was wishing I'd at least trimmed. At least my period was last week. That's one thing to be thankful for, if one can be thankful for that. The girl who'd come out of Mrs. Fairchild's office before me was crying and refusing to remove her panties because it was that time for her.

Mrs. Fairchild and her guardians were talking to her and telling her there was nothing to be ashamed of and that she should enjoy her body, no matter what time of month it was.