Status Adjustment
Part 3
A sobbing and rumpled Bonnie snuck her way into the house, showering and
cleaning herself up before daring to come down for dinner. That night she cried
herself to sleep thinking over her options. The only way to really solve the
problem would be to move away but her parents wouldn't do that without knowing
the reason why, then they would go to the principal with the story and the
little pip squeak was right, the other students would crucify her, being afraid
of the skinny little girl she had teased and tormented over the years. On the
other hand, if she doesn't do what Tina asks of her, whatever the hell that
might be, Tina will surely humiliate her in front of the whole school. Bonnie
realized she was caught in a catch 22, she certainly doesn't want the whole
school to know that she is scared shitless of nerdy Tina and she sure doesn't
want to be beat up forcefully stripped naked in front of her friends.
At one minute before seven Tina spotted Bonnie through the window coming up the
walkway, she was wearing a short blue denim skirt, a pink, fairly loose fitting
tee shirt and white Reeboks with pink shoelaces. The door was already open and
Tina was waiting when Bonnie reached the front porch.
"Punctuality. I like that in a person, I also like your outfit, you look hot but
of course you already know that, silly me."
Bonnie ignored the trivialities.
"What am I doing here?"
Tina opened the door to the rear bedroom.
"Patience Bonnie, please go in."
Timmie Watson was laying on the bed tossing a tennis ball against the wall and
catching it in return.
"What the hell is he"...........
Bonnie stopped in mid sentence with the uneasiness of the door closing behind
her.
"What the hell is he doing here?"
"Timmie is a friend of mine and a great admirer of yours, from afar that is,
you've been going to school with him for about ten years now and I bet you've
never even spoken a word to him." "Say hello to Timmie, Bonnie."
Bonnie shrugged her shoulders. "Hi Timmie."
The young boy kept bouncing the ball against the wall.
"Hello Bonnie, it's nice to finally hear your voice."
"Here Bonnie", Tina ordered. "Stand right in the middle of the room so that we
can see you better."
Bonnie complied but hated taking orders from a girl that she has always looked
down upon with contempt. Timmie was now standing next to Tina watching Bonnie
shift her weight nervously from one foot to the other while under the scrutiny
of two geeks.
"A while back your two football flunkies flew Timmie's pants from the school
flag pole."
Bonnie's voice was unsympathetic. "That was him?"
"Yeah that was him" , Tina replied, "now I want you to give Timmie your
panties."
Bonnie had feared the worst before she arrived but Tina's demand still came as a
shock.
"You're crazy, I'm not going to give him my panties."
Tina smiled. "Very well but I wouldn't show up at school tomorrow if I were
you."
The uneasy blonde stood silent for a moment before speaking.
"What else are you going to do to me?"
God, those words sounded good to Tina's ears, The majestic Bonnie Clarke asking
the lowly Tina Lewis, what she was going to do to her. She smiled, knowing full
well that she had her now.
"Shuck the panties Bonnie and hand them to Timmie boy."
Bonnie pulled up the hem of her skirt until it was at mid thigh, reached under,
careful not to expose herself to the two perverts, then slid her panties down
her legs before stepping out of them one foot at a time.
"My, I didn't realize she was so modest", Timmie chirped.
"She's not", Tina shot."Your just not her type Timmie my boy, if you were a big
handsome stud, she'd flash that pussy for you all night long." "Now Bonnie, hand
Timmie your panties and thank him for taking them."
Bonnie didn't hesitate, handing Timmie a wisp of material that was a pair of
pink thong panties.
"Thank you Timmie for taking my panties from me."
Tina laughed. "I would say that it was Timmie who was appreciative based on the
bulge in the crotch of his jeans."
The blonde's eyes instinctively riveted on Timmie's crotch area.
"I'm not having sex with him", Bonnie fairly shouted.
Tina quieted her down. "Nobody said anything about having sex, admittedly Timmie
is a little worked up but I'm sure that we can work out a compromise of sorts
that will give Timmie some sort of gratification."
Bonnie wasn't totalling buying what Tina was selling, still not convinced that
she wasn't about to be raped.
"What do you mean gratification?, I don't want him to fuck me."
"Trust me Bonnie, Timmie won't fuck you, now remove your tee shirt for us."
Bonnie's voice trembled, filled with panic. "Don't do this to me, please."
" I said your not going to get fucked, now get rid of the tee shirt.
The beautiful blonde fought back a sob as she drew the tee shirt over her head
and dropped it to the floor, her breasts swelling over the top of a pale pink
cotton bra, a shade or two lighter than her shirt. She stood there for several
seconds before Tina spoke.
"Lose the bra."
Bonnie reached both hands behind her, then slid the straps off her shoulders and
it too fell to the floor, then suddenly the legendary Bonnie Clarke stood before
them, naked above the waist, presenting the finest pair of tits either of them
had ever imagined, they were flawless, perfect in both size and shape. Both
girls were aware of the obvious, even larger bulge at the front of Timmie's
jeans as he just stood there in awe of the sight before him. Tina spoke to him,
breaking his trance.
"Don't just stand there, you've fantasied about Bonnie Clarke most of your life,
reach out and touch those babies."
