Chapter 17

I took my seat in Mrs Jessop's composition class as near as I could to Angela Chang; sadly I wasn't quite quick enough, she was already surrounded by leering boys. I couldn't complain really, they only had the same idea as me.

Today, Angela had chosen pink as her 'colour de jour' and she looked absolutely stunning; she even had pink braids woven in to her long, silky black hair.

Where on earth was I going to get a wig like that?

I looked around the room for likely candidates; what I needed really, was a list of 'Ruth's girls' to make my life easier' it would take a lot of the guesswork out of it and save an awful lot of time. I didn't even see Katie the Goth in the class; that would have been something at least. Unfortunately, none of the girls present made it obvious to me that they fancied me. The itch between my legs was getting worse; I fidgeted in my seat, trying to put some pressure on my clit to massage it a bit; and it still felt a little sore. I got through the composition class without incident, Angela Chang remained unmolested. And even on leaving the room, I still couldn't get near to her for a sly grope; the boys were around her like bees to a honeypot.

We had a fifteen-minute break before the next class, which was a part of my Art and Design module. Normally, I didn't bother with going to the canteen; I'd just sit in the class with a packet of crisps and a Diet Coke from the machine in the corridor.

Today, I decided to sit with some of the others over coffee and scope out the potential. I spied Katie Goth-face over the far side of the room, talking to a member of staff. I thought I recognised the woman as a teacher of Phys. Ed. But I didn't know her name. Katie looked in need of a bit of Phys. Ed. her being as fat as she was!

Art and Design was taught by a dreary old fart named Mr Jackson. Computers were making big inroads in design in 1997 and poor Mr Jackson was struggling with the new technology. A new assortment of faces accompanied me in this class and I began to wonder which of these fine young women would be worth a shot at. There were a couple of real lookers, but going by how they were interacting with the boys, it was clear that they were straight. What I needed to do was to ask Katie which ones I should go for; surely she would know.

When Mr Jackson finally let us go, having managed to get to grips with the work of James Faure Walker, I made a bee line for the canteen, where I was sure I'd find Katie stuffing her face. Sure enough, she was already in the queue for lunch.

I sidled up alongside her; aware of the hostile stare I got from a bloke who thought I was pushing in. I gave him a friendly smile and stuck out my boobs, he smiled back; putty in my hands.

I whispered in Katie's studded ear. "I need some names Katie."

She looked at me. "Names, what names?"

It was awkward with the guy so close, leering at my tits. I whispered again, "Y'know, Ruth's girls."

A broad smile spread over her dark painted face. "Oh I see. Wait for me. I'll come over." I left her and leering Larry to it and headed off to the snack machine in the far corner. Armed with a large packet of cheese and onion crisps and a Diet Coke, I sat down alone, to wait for her. Eventually, after she had piled enough food on to her tray, she weaved her way through the tables to the secluded one where I sat.

She plonked the tray down, spilling her large mug of coffee. I helped mop it up with the tissues.

"So, are you going to tell me Katie?" She munched on a slice of pizza.