The Teaching Assistant, Part 51

Claire and Summer were sisters? Amelia definitely didn’t see that coming.

Even if they both had the same hair color, she probably wouldn’t have jumped to that conclusion. Putting aside the blonde/brunette contrast, there was also the fact that Claire was a prefect and Summer was a manipulative student . . . Then again, Claire being an authority figure at Westridge didn’t necessarily mean anything, considering how she was fully on board for Ashley’s ongoing prank at Amelia’s expense. In retrospect, Summer did have a similar skin tone to her older sister’s, though it’s not like Amelia would notice that amidst all the more pressing things that were perpetually on her mind.

Regardless, Amelia’s latest idea was completely useless. These girls weren’t going to be intimidated by Ashley; for all Amelia knew, ‘prefect’ could trump ‘admin assistant’ when it came to the perspective of the girls before her. This latest revelation also explained why Summer could get away with so much–not only did she have power in numbers when it came to her word vs. someone else’s, but she also had an older sister who no doubt protected her when possible. It probably wouldn’t require much eyelash batting, either, if both sisters were more on the devious side.

When Amelia didn’t say anything right away, Summer took the initiative herself. “Where were we, Millie? Oh, right. Your shorts.” It was clear she was under the impression that the Ashley matter was settled; Amelia’s last ditch effort had fallen flat, and now they were back to the task at hand.

Amelia glanced towards Irene, but found no mercy there. It wasn’t as if she expected the other ringleader girl to change her mind at the last minute, but still. Amelia was mostly just fishing for a miracle as she stood there half topless and not that far away from matching her current state of undress below her waist as well. She was a college graduate, a young adult. Why did she feel so powerless against a group of students? “Can’t I just-” she tried to negotiate, but the two lead girls were definitely out of patience at this point.

Summer and Irene said “No” at the exact same time, giving each other a glance of approval for the unintentionally simultaneous way they cut Amelia off. Since Summer was the one who had the ability to enforce things where her own clique was involved, she went on and insisted, “Millie, strip; right now. Unless you need some assistance, after all?”

She was officially out of options. Amelia was in way too deep to make more excuses or talk her way out of the punishment for being bad at a game she hadn’t been enthusiastic about playing in the first place; running was even less of a possibility than before, as everyone was staring at her and would notice her intentions almost immediately. And though it was a Saturday, no one else was using the track.

Just when Amelia was starting to accept her fate, especially since doing the deed herself had more dignity than someone else doing it for her, Irene spoke up. “She is a transfer student. Maybe she’s just scared of getting in trouble.”

The following glance from Summer looked far less appreciative. At the same time, she didn’t immediately counter with anything.

Going on, Irene said, “How about this, Millie? If you strip right now and stop stalling, we’ll let you run to the edge of the school grounds instead of taking laps around the track. Fair, Summer?”

Summer mentally tossed the idea around for a second or two, then nodded. “Fine by me. But only if she loses the shorts now.”

In truth, Amelia was stalling for a number of reasons. While it was true that avoiding trouble had been part of why she went with Summer and company in the first place, as well as her ongoing hope that she’d get a burner phone sooner rather than later, her current reservations had less to do with getting caught and more to do with the fact that being undressed both outside and in public was a daunting thought.

And yet, she found herself gripping the waistband of the borrowed shorts and reluctantly pulling them down. She still didn’t want Summer to take matters into her own hands, and Amelia was also somewhat partial to Irene’s suggestion. The farther Amelia got from where they were currently standing, as she was nervous enough that someone might turn the corner and see her in the embarrassing training bra, the less risk there was of this snowballing into even more of an ordeal.

Definitely blushing as her plain panties came into view, Amelia could feel her cheeks further darken in response to the giggles and hushed comments of the small crowd of girls around her as she lowered the shorts inch by inch. She knew that if she stopped, even for a moment, she might lose my resolve. So she kept the slow momentum up until her underwear was fully exposed, only managing to increase the pace once there was nothing more to hide.

Of course, the damage wasn’t truly done until the shorts were off entirely. Once gravity dropped them down to Amelia’s ankles, Summer was quick to demand that she take them off all the way. And, the second Amelia slipped her second foot out of the garment and started to stand back up, Summer seemingly materialized right next to her and snatched it out of her hand. “See? Nothing to it,” she said, stepping back and tossing the shorts to the closest girl in her group, “Almost like you could have done it five minutes ago and been closer to being done with all this." Instead, Amelia ended up standing around without a shirt for longer than necessary, only to be stuck with the penalty for causing her team to lose anyway. “Okay, your bra is next. Take it off, Millie.”

That was- Amelia couldn’t do that!! She had heard the words earlier, of course, but she had temporarily forgotten how she had been singled out to truly streak in exchange for her teammates getting off the hook. Things were bad enough as they were. She was still processing the fact that she was down to nothing but her bra and underwear; if the various reactions of the girls around her weren’t enough, the faint warmth of the sun that contrasted the chilly air made her more keenly aware of her inappropriate exposure. As for removing more . . . She wasn’t sure she had the ability to do that, and had no idea how she might react if one of the girls tried to do it for her.

“How about this?” Irene suggested, “Millie can keep her panties, but only if she climbs over the fence and comes back with one of those purple flowers on the other side.”

“But only if she loses her bra right now?” Summer clarified, using more or less the same tactic as she had done with the shorts.

Irene nodded. “Uh huh. Otherwise, it’ll be everything, and back to laps around the track.”

‘Wait!’ The word was on the tip of Amelia’s tongue. She could barely keep up with a girl like Summer, and now there were two of them.

This time around, she didn’t even argue. With trembling hands, she faced away from the girls and reached back to undo the clasps. It wouldn’t take long to figure out if she had what it took.