Nick’s fourth period went by without incident. However, Michelle wasn’t there right away to greet him at the door, and he wondered why. He was also, frankly, a bit leery of stepping out into the halls on his own. At barely four and a quarter feet tall, he still couldn’t get over how much shorter he was than everyone, with even the shortest girls looming head and shoulders over him. And if he had learned anything that day, it was that he was utterly defenseless around any of them – big or small – without Michelle around. He knew he was in charge of things with her around, but until then …
Thankfully, though, after loitering timidly near the door for a couple minutes, Michelle finally showed up and took his bag with a very pleased-looking smirk. He wanted to ask what had made her late but he didn’t bother. But by the time they were nearing the cafeteria, a low buzz seemed to be going through the student body around them – people were beginning to whisper and point towards Michelle; the name “Cindy” seemed to be on everyone’s lips – and he thought he even heard something about broken bones …
Michelle sped up just in front of the cafeteria to hold the door open for him, looking down at him with a wonderful smile.
Nick paused for a moment, looking up at her almost nervously. “M-Michelle … did something happen with … with Cindy?”
Michelle’s smile widened slightly as she blushed and gave a little shrug. “I told you she wouldn’t be bothering you again, didn’t I?” She brought her left arm down and rested her huge hand on the back of his neck and shoulders, gently guiding him into the cafeteria. “No one messes with my man …” she added in a low voice, her hand unconsciously tightening as she guided him into the cafeteria.
Nick shuddered as he felt the power in her fingers. Boy, was he glad she was on his side …
Once inside, Michelle squeezed him gently on the shoulder and stepped forward, saying, “I’ll get us some food.” He watched her walk up to the line and cut right in front of some guy halfway down the line without getting a single word of protest from him. Nick, meanwhile, approached his usual table, where Kyle and a couple others were already sitting.
They eyed him with only mild disdain, seeming to see him as less of a threat and more of a small annoyance now. They didn’t make room for him to sit … but Nick was willing to wait smugly for Michelle to return and set them straight.
But then he heard two pairs of heels approach him loudly from behind. “Little boy … are you lost??” a voice called out. Nick whirled around to find … oh no. Tracy and Hillary had arrived.
The two of them burst out laughing. Recent memories flashed before Nick’s eyes, sending a chill down his spine. He turned his head anxiously to look for Michelle, but she was nowhere in sight.
His face was wrenched forward again by the powerful hand of Hillary. She squeezed his cheeks together, contorting his mouth painfully as she said in baby-talk, “Aww … how’s my wittle elementary-schooler?? Make any good finger paintings today??”
Nick ripped her hand off him furiously. “SHUT UP!!”
“Uh-oh … somebody’s cranky …”
He swung at her, but she easily caught his wrist and held on, giggling as he tried to break free. Meanwhile, the rest of the group was enjoying the show. “Dude …” Kyle asked between snorts, “What gives, Hillary?”
Hillary, still holding him in place without effort, looked up at Kyle and raised her eyebrows. “Oh! You haven’t seen, have you …??” Still holding his wrist, she spun him around and twisted his arm behind his back, immobilizing him and ignoring his cry of pain as she presented him to her friends. “Look at his shirt!!” She pointed to the Angry Birds logo with her free hand, and the rest of them leaned in to get a closer look.
Kyle gave a snort, Steph giggled, and the whole table soon began to burst out in open, mocking laughter. Nick writhed under their humiliating stares, unable to turn away due to the immobilizing pressure imposed on his arm.
He fought back tears. “Oh yeah!?” he spat immaturely. “Just wait until Michelle gets here, and—“
“Ohmygosh, Michelle is gonna LOVE this!!” Hillary exclaimed. “Where is she now?” She looked around the cafeteria.
Nick, writhing in pain, shouted defensively, “You’re wrong!! She thinks it’s sexy!!”
There was a pause … and then, all at once, the table erupted in delirious laughter, laughter that just didn’t seem to quit. Hillary, for her part, laughed so hard she had to let go of Nick’s arm, and he seized his opportunity immediately, dashing off and wiping the beginnings of tears from his eyes. He could still hear them laughing as he crossed the cafeteria and found the last empty table, drawing countless stares from those around him.
Miserable, he watched like a hawk for Michelle to emerge from the line. And she eventually did, holding two trays and walking calmly towards her friends’ table.
She looked around, then asked them a question. Nick saw a couple of them point in his direction, and Michelle’s eyes followed, finding Nick sitting by himself at a faraway table. He had since managed to wipe his tears away, and stared back at her with what he hoped was a confident, hard gaze.
She gestured to the table of her friends, inviting Nick to join them. He knew she could persuade them to let him sit there … but there was no way in hell he was going to. He gestured for her to come to him instead, pointing insistently at the empty seat across from his. If she really was interested in him – if she wasn’t just pretending – she would obey.
Michelle seemed uncertain for a moment, looking back and forth between the two tables. He saw her friends say something to her, no doubt encouraging her to just sit with them and forget about little old Nick.
But Nick beckoned once more, and, to his delight – no, amazement – she left their table to strut confidently across the cafeteria in his direction. A deathly silence fell over the room as everyone realized what was happening. The looks on her friends’ faces were especially priceless. But she didn’t flinch; she strode onward to his table with a straight face, finally sitting down across from him and handing him his tray without a word being exchanged between them. She glanced over at him, giving a brief, knowing smirk before looking off into the distance and eating her food in silence.
Nick was absolutely floored. It was the most public display of her subservience that he could imagine – leaving the most popular kids in school to sit with Nick at his beck and call – AS THE WHOLE SCHOOL WATCHED. He had never felt such a high, such an incredible rush of energy and excitement … He stared openly at Michelle in amazement, even awe, seeing how calmly and quietly she sat with him, looking off idly, her posture perfect, her shoulders pulled back, nimbly eating her fries and knowing that conversation wasn’t needed – her mere presence before him was enough of a statement. She was his trophy, proudly displayed for all to see, making them all jealous of what they couldn’t have -- because she belonged to Nick!
And, just like that, Nick felt himself instantly elevated from the bottom of the social totem pole to the very top, the object of envy and awe, scorn and admiration. He was back, and better off than ever.
Nick observed her as he ate, starting with a few casual sidelong glances but soon finding his eyes drawn to her more and more, eventually neglecting his plate altogether as he admired his prize. ‘The biggest trophy in the whole school…’ he thought with a chuckle, admiring her upper half despite it being sheathed in so modest a blouse. He wished she would just let her hair down, maybe unbutton a bit of her shirt … Well, just for THEIR benefit, to make THEM more jealous, of course …
She hardly glanced his way at all, almost seeming to invite him to stare even more … and stare he did. He had no shame – and why should he? She belonged to HIM … he could stare all he damned well pleased.
About midway through lunch, though, she reached into her breast pocket – stretched tightly just on the outward slope of her bosom. He could just barely detect the back-and-forth sway of the heavy flesh underneath her shirt as she did so …
“These are for you,” she said plainly.
Nick’s eyes almost bugged out of their sockets – until he looked away from her chest and realized she wasn’t talking about THOSE. She was just pulling out some small slips of paper from the pocket. God, he was stupid. He blushed, but she made no indication whether she had noticed his reaction or not.
Flustered, he took the papers and flipped through them. There were six of them, all similar to the note to Ms. Jones, except each was addressed to a different one of his teachers and had slightly different wording. Nick also noted that the handwriting seemed to gradually degrade, becoming more jagged, erratic, and hastily scribbled with each successive note.
She explained sheepishly, “I, um … made Principal Wilson fill out one of these for each of your classes. So you shouldn’t have any more problems with teachers from now on.”
Nick blinked. That was awfully nice of her … but was it a bit TOO nice?? “Um … when did you get him to do all this??” he asked cautiously.
“Oh, don’t worry!” Michelle explained. “This was all during the same visit to the principal during second period. I’ve stopped seeing him since, like you told me.”
That was reassuring, at least. But, looking through all six individually-written slips of paper, Nick wondered what it might have taken to get the principal to write all six of them – or even one of them, for that matter. After all, any one of these could potentially be enough for the principal to lose his job!
“Michelle …”
“Yes, Nick?” she asked lightly.
“Um … how long were you in Principal Wilson’s office, anyway??”
“Oh …” Michelle blushed. “I told you, I went right after our text messages.”
“And then …?”
Michelle frowned. “Hmm … how long was I in there?” she said, thinking aloud. “Wow … I must have really lost track of time in there … When did I leave? I remember there was some sort of interruption just as I was about to tell Colin to …” Her voice trailed off in mid-sentence, staring off with a wistful, faraway look in her eyes. Then, suddenly, she came back with, “Ah, yes … it was the bell. It rang, and then I came right over to see you!” She smiled pleasantly at Nick, then returned to her meal, staring off into the distance with a faint smile lingering on her lips.
Nick’s mind was racing. What time did they stop texting?? He surreptitiously pulled out his phone. Michelle was still looking off into the distance, but Nick suspected that she noticed. It couldn’t be helped, though. He just HAD to check.
He searched through his received messages, and … sure enough, there had still been almost 30 minutes between the time he received her last message and the time the bell rang.
Thirty minutes. Dear god … what could she possibly have been doing with the principal for HALF A FREAKING HOUR??
He tried to keep his cool; he tried not to think about it. But the images just kept popping into his head, images of Michelle entering his office … locking the door … unbuttoning her blouse … approaching the principal … and then doing god knows what with him …
Nick was becoming almost feverish, looking into Michelle’s eyes for any sign of what she might have done, what she might have said to the big, tough principal to get him to sign off on these papers.
But she just looked off at nothing in particular, expressionless, eating her food in silence. Did she … use her strength to overpower him, to FORCE him to write those notes out of fear of what she could do to him – just like, so many days ago now, when Michelle had Nick pinned to the cold floor of her basement, violating him … God, she was so strong, even then … so terrifying …
Nick shuddered. He didn’t want to think about that ever again. It brought up too many painful memories … and he had to believe that the new Michelle was no longer capable of that kind of horrible cruelty …
Was she?
He thumbed through the slips of paper again, searching for the story behind the words – and then he found a seventh slip of paper at the bottom of the pile, one he hadn’t noticed until now. It was folded neatly and carefully, and showed no signs of wrinkling, unlike the others.
Nick unfolded it with great curiosity, and found that it was actually a full page, mostly filled with Principal Wilson’s handwriting. But this time the handwriting was pristine, nothing like the increasingly frantic scribbles of the others. The note began similarly to the others:
‘To all teachers and students … From this moment forward, Michelle Newman is exempt from all rules applying to normal students. She has the right to act as she pleases…’
Nick’s heart was already pounding as the tone of the writing changed: ‘…I will not try to tell Michelle what to do anymore. I will not argue with her. I will only obey. She has full control over me; she is my goddess and—‘
Before he could finish, Michelle’s long fingers reached out and tugged the paper out of Nick’s trembling hands. “You weren’t supposed to see that one …” she told him in a low, almost … displeased voice. Nick’s eyes shot up at her in panic, fearing what she would do to him … Dear god, what was that look in her eye …
But her inexplicable expression quickly cleared up and gave way to a playful, knowing smirk. “It’s OK, Nicky. I just wasn’t expecting you to see it, that’s all.” She painstakingly folded it up and tucked it safely back in her breast pocket.
Nick was too shocked, too enthralled not to be curious. “How did you … I mean … you really forced the principal to write all that …??”
Michelle blushed. She replied with a demure smile and a glint in her eye, “Actually, it was kind of an impulsive thing … I didn’t even have to ask him to, he just kinda picked up the pen and …” Her voice trailed off as she lowered her eyes bashfully, her cheeks flush.
Nick felt himself stiffening. She hadn’t used brutal force – she hadn’t NEEDED to. Somehow, she had managed to persuade Principal Wilson to actually WANT to give in to her, to submit to her … Oh, god … if only he could have been there, to see what Michelle had done to make this happen …
He was nearly panting with arousal now. Michelle raised her eyes and looked at him – did she notice the effect this was having on him??
“Isn’t this great, Nick?” she said with an intimate smile. “We can get away with anything now, you and I. Doesn’t it feel so liberating?” She added coyly, “I did it all for you, of course …” She batted her eyes at him in a friendly manner and then took to eating and staring off in calm silence once more.
Nick, meanwhile, was anything but calm. Of course he was glad to have freedom around school now – yet why was it that all he could think about was Michelle with Principal Wilson, alone in his office, for that whole half hour …
He wanted to know so badly – what it possibly could have been like to have been tantalized by this towering vixen sitting before Nick now, tantalized and seduced to the point of relinquishing his authority and prostrating himself before her …
His erection was throbbing in his shorts, his mind churning ceaselessly with wavering thoughts and images, abstract simulacra, not real … He could do no better than merely IMAGINE himself in the principal’s shoes; he suddenly felt a burning jealousy that he, Principal Wilson, had been allowed the privilege of experiencing this first-hand, while Nick had been sitting idly in class, only daydreaming about Michelle.
He stared feverishly over at her now, a new level of yearning in his eyes. She sat there so pristine and perfect – to the point of being prim and proper, overmodest, reserved; her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, her plain blouse covering as much of her torso as possible. Was there really such lustful energy, such indomitable command hidden beneath her restrained exterior, waiting to be unleashed at a moment’s notice?? She had mentioned letting her hair down and unbuttoning the top of her blouse on her first visit to Principal Wilson – god, if she even did that much for Nick right now he’d have a conniption – but to think how much farther even than that she might have gone on the second visit to the principal …
Nick began to picture it in his mind: her stripping down, removing her outer garb and revealing black lingerie underneath: a black, lacy bra and panties … fishnet stockings down to her toes … shiny black heels … And her long hair would let down, draped on either side of her shoulders; her face done up in dark makeup, her lips glistening, her eyes starkly beautiful and severe …
… She was standing – no, TOWERING – over him now, legs apart, heels planted on either side of him. Her hands on her hips, she glared down at him, defeating his will with her penetrating stare. “KNEEL,” she commanded. But he remained frozen. “OBEY!!” she boomed deafeningly, pointing sternly to the floor.
“Yes, Michelle!” Nick blurted out without another moment’s hesitation, bending his knees to lower himself down before her. But he couldn’t. The middle of his chest smacked into something hard, keeping him from his act of submission.
It was the cafeteria table.
Nick was jarred back into the real world, his head spinning as he found his bearings. Michelle, with her hair pulled back and her plaid shirt buttoned like it always had been, cocked her head in surprise and raised her eyebrows as she watched his peculiar behavior calmly and bemusedly from across the table.
Flustered, and trying his damnedest to hide any hint of his ignominious daydream from Michelle’s curious eyes, he sat up, gulped, and explained, “I, uh … was just starting to slide off the seat … you know, with my short legs and all. Uh … haha …” His forced laugh didn’t help. She continued to watch him intently as he fell into an uncomfortable silence, fidgeting guiltily under her gaze.
He moved his eyes down to his plate and started eating the first bits of his lunch. But he could almost feel her eyes upon him.
Twenty seconds passed.
“Nick … ??”
He paused, his fork hovering just below his mouth. “Y-Yeah??” he replied, trying to sound casual.
She paused, as if unsure whether to proceed. But then: “Um, just wondering … What did you mean, exactly?”
“M-Mean by what?” His grip on the fork tightened.
“You know … those words you said ...”
Words?? What wor—
OH GOD. Nick had spoken those words aloud – those words of obedience, of submission: ‘Yes, Michelle!’ He had blurted them aloud! And she had heard them clearly – perhaps also hearing the strained inflection of his voice, the submissive overtones …
“I-I d-don’t know what you’re …” He couldn’t complete his sentence, his body fraught with distress, his shaking hand spilling his food indiscriminately onto the tray below.
Bringing his hand down to lay on the table, he dared to look up, to see if she had bought it. His eyes met hers, and found them staring back at him curiously, almost … knowingly?
But no, surely he must have been mistaken, as her expression cleared and formed into a thoughtful frown. “Huh … I must just be hearing things. Maybe someone at a different table.” She shrugged lightly, apparently thinking no more of it as she popped a couple more fries into her mouth and looked off.
Whew. Nick knew he had dodged a major bullet. Dear god, if she had found out what had really been going through his mind just now … Wow, he realized that everything he had been working towards, his entire plan to assume control of Michelle, to make her dependent on him – it would all have crumbled away in an instant if she had found out. Jesus … where had those submissive thoughts come from??
He just had to put Michelle’s little stunt with the principal behind him. At least she wouldn’t be paying him any more visits from now on, not after Nick had told her not to. He told himself everything was OK – he was still in control.
He slowly started picking at his meal again, feeling more relaxed and confident by the minute. He didn’t need to worry about a thing; he was back on top, with the hottest chick the school had ever seen sitting across from him, who was now …
… fiddling with the top button of her blouse. Slowly … idly … probably not even realizing she was doing it, as she continued to stare off blankly into the distance …
… And then Button number 1 came undone …
Nick watched with widening eyes, his body actually beginning to tremble, all his thoughts of control and confidence dissipating away as her hand slowly, idly inched its way down. And then, sure enough …
… Button number 2 was off! Her shirt opened to reveal the tiniest fraction of her ample cleavage, just the tip of the iceberg. The view was wonderful, but not enough … Her hand began working on Button number 3 …
Come on, Button 3, Come on …
But her hand … it fell slowly to the table – leaving the job unfinished! Nick practically lurched forward, to … to what – undo the rest himself? Implore her to continue?? Oh god, he had to get a hold of himself …
He sat back in his seat, visibly frustrated. He wondered if this was what Principal Wilson had felt – the anticipation, the tension, the unfulfilled yearning …
Nick scowled in bitter dismay. No, of course the principal hadn’t – HE, that lucky bastard, had gotten to see FAR more than Nick was able to right now. He was at least thankful that Michelle had absentmindedly unbuttoned what she had, but … all he could do now was play a game of ‘What If.’ What if she had kept going, unbuttoning her shirt all the way … what if she removed her shirt altogether, granting him the privilege of seeing her topless except for that lacy bra he imagined her wearing … And then, what if …
He began to pant. What if her hand then reached behind her back and began to … unfasten …
But his eyes settled again on the well-covered outline of her breasts, concealed behind too much clothing, only the mere beginning of her cleavage revealed as a teaser for the limitless potential hidden beneath … If only he could ask her – beg her, if needed – to just show a little more … Please, Michelle, keep going … “... keep going …please Michelle, just a little more …” … Oh, he’d do anything for this …
Michelle jerked her head. Nick glanced up, only to find her staring DIRECTLY at him, a surprised, shy, coquettish, and … flattered smile, on her lips?? He watched her bat her eyes coyly, her hand moving to her mouth in both surprise and – Nick was certain – excitement as well. Nick’s heart skipped a beat. Could she possibly know what he had been thinking?? … How??
Her eyes moved away from his, making him think he had been imagining things. And yet … that same excited smile remained on her lips … and her hand, it returned to her blouse … Oh god, could it be …??
She paused momentarily, then bit her lower lip and decided to proceed …
Button 3 came off, under her quick, steady fingers. Button 4, a moment later. Button 5 … Button 6 … all of them popping open, allowing her shirt to spread apart under the tension from her bosom …
Nick gasped. She wasn’t wearing a black lacy bra – at least, not that he could see. But what she actually wore was possibly even better … A black tank top, worn as an undershirt, extremely tight-fitting and low-cut, providing extra support for her chest … squeezing her bosom together, thrusting them inwards and upwards, creating the most sublime, eye-popping display of cleavage known to man …
It was well that she continued to look off into the distance, with just a sly smile on her lips, because that way she couldn’t quite see the look of astonished arousal on his face, his eyes greedily taking in every inch of her exposed flesh, unable to look away. She seemed content to let him stare – in fact, her smile seemed to even invite him to do so, telling him she actually enjoyed the attention from him, and letting him know that his eyes were free to roam onto her body anytime he pleased.
How had she known …?? Oh no … he hadn’t said anything aloud again without realizing it – had he??
His eyes grew heavy with shame, even as they continued to stare at her in arousal. There was no other explanation … He remembered her jerking her head forward suddenly then smiling – that must have been when he said it – but god … what had he said??
How could he have been so careless, so stupid … Wasn’t she supposed to be the one who was unable to hide her lust for him – not the other way around!!
And yet, it wasn’t all bad, was it? After all, she had only reacted positively to his admission. Maybe she had assumed he was just being direct and taking charge, telling her what he wanted; and maybe that’s why it excited her to hear him say it – she enjoyed him taking charge.
Yes, that was definitely it, it had to be. She knew he was nothing like the principal, didn’t she? He would never have begged her like that … he wasn’t that desperate for her – she knew that, right??
He continued to stare at her as she continued to look off idly into the distance, only making eye contact with him now and then, always shooting him a devilishly sexy smile before looking away again. She caught him staring at her chest each time, her wonderful cleavage – but she seemed happy that he was looking. She was just being submissive, being like a perfect girlfriend should be – right??
He began to wonder what else she might be willing to do for him, if only he dared to ask …
But he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He sat on the edge of his seat, quivering and breathing shallowly, too afraid to ask her for anything more. Besides … this was already plenty.
The bell rang ten minutes later, and he had still hardly touched his food. He watched her casually scoop up the six slips of paper and slide them into her breast pocket again. He kinda thought she had given them to him to hold onto, but he wasn’t about to argue – not now. It kinda made sense for her to hold on to them, anyway.
He grunted audibly as she leaned forward briefly to stand up. And good god, she was huge. He slid out of his seat and stood up next to her, trying to adjust himself subtly to conceal his lingering erection – god, how long had he been hard now?
He had seen her this size all day long, yet he still couldn’t help but gawk a bit as he found his eyes barely even with her belly button. Even her breasts were almost too high to reach now. Jesus …
Composing himself, he led the way to his fifth period classroom. But he was more than a bit disappointed when she just lowered his backpack into his waiting arms without bending over – he still couldn’t see any cleavage from where he was. He was already a bit sad to see her go even before flashed him an intimate smile and walked away. For one thing, though, he was kind of glad they hadn’t spoken since the unbuttoning, since he might have had trouble forming words.
To be honest, he still felt uneasy about the whole thing, how he so easily lost control of his wits and allowed his arousal to show. Now that she was out of sight, he resolved to make sure to keep his cool around her from now on. He knew he could do it. Although … now that his secret was out – or had it even been a secret to her? – he wouldn’t mind reaping some of the benefits in the meantime.