College girl auctions off her uniform and her mode

CHAPTER ONE: Lilly’s Audition
“I can’t believe you’re going to do this!” Juliette Bancroft said.
“Neither can I,” Lilly Xo replied, nervous.
“Can I ask you a question? Why?”
“Why?” Lilly didn’t want to say the first thing that came to her head, that she wanted to do this audition because she wanted to do the audition. That would make her sound like a slut. Instead, she said: “I need to get into a good college, and I don’t have a trust fund like you and your brother. You know my folks can’t send me anywhere but Community College. I want more than that, and the Miller Pharmaceutical Work Study is how I can get it.”
“If money’s an issue, I can help! We can go to school together.”
Lilly loved Juliette, her best friend in all the world, but she didn’t want mess that up with money. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, and besides…”
“Besides what?”
Telling Juliette how much she wanted to do this felt now felt less painful than telling her she didn’t want charity.
“I want to do this, Juliette. Doesn’t give you a thrill, the thought of everyone looking at you, wanting you, making you do things…”
“I never thought you were the type.”
“I never let it out before.”
They heard the last strains of one of their high school’s rock bands waft up from the stage in the center of the carnival.
“That’s me!” Lilly said, grabbing her bag. “Wish me luck!”
“You won’t need it. Edmund and I will be in the audience, cheering you on!”
Walking through the crowd, Lilly already stood out because she still wore their school uniform; grey blazer, blue-plaid skirt, white shirt, penny loafers. Since the dress code didn’t apply at this year-end carnival, all of her classmates wore light tee shirts and shorts as they played the ring-toss games and ate cotton candy. She felt a momentary jealousy at how cool and relaxed they felt, but as soon as she felt it, she realized soon she wouldn’t feel over-dressed at all. She greeted her friends and classmates, smiling warmly and asking them to the main stage for her “show”.
“What kind of show?” Nate, one of her fellow seniors, asked.
“I’m auctioning off something.”
“What?”
She’d walked past him and turned around to walk backwards. She knew that she needed to say something flirty, something that would draw him in, but she couldn’t think of anything, so she grabbed the front of her skirt and flipped it up. She’d wanted to show him her lace panties, but she’d never tried that before. She only barely got the skirt to mid-thigh. It still had the desired effect, pulling Nate behind her like a magnet pulls a iron filing.
She climbed onto the stage at the center of the carnival to find their headmaster, Dr. Warner, standing there, smiling. Her classmates and teachers, looking up at her, formed an indistinct lake of faces below her. She realized that she didn’t want to concentrate on them enough to make them out of people, for fear of losing her nerve. She could see clearly the three drones, though. The Miller Pharmaceutical firm had sent those, and they flew at a discrete distance, filming her audition. MilPharm hadn’t sent anything else, just the drones and a vague set of goals. Everything else she’d come up with to impress them, make them want her in the work-study rather than any of the tens of thousands of other girls across the country.
Dr. Warner had insisted on making an introduction for her. “Alright, listen up. Lilly Xo is going to come up here and do a little auction, and I expect you to act civilized. She’s applying for that program you’ve heard about, and whatever you’ve heard, it’s true and then some. Now, this isn’t a license to abuse her or anything like that: you can cheer, you can laugh, you can taunt, but don’t touch her in any she doesn’t ask to be touched. If you do, the police are right over there to take you away.”
That put a bit of a wet blanket over the proceedings. As Dr. Warner turned back to her, he turned off his microphone and asked “Are you sure you want to do this? You can get a scholarship…”
Lilly put down her bag and kissed him on the cheek. “Yes, I want to do this, Doc. Trust me!”
As Lilly stepped forward all the confidence drained from her, washing down from her body, like she had a hole in her foot. She looked that mass of faces, people she’d gone to school with for four years, teachers she’d respected, boys, girls, men, women, all of them waiting to see what she would do next. She’d committed herself, though, and she couldn’t back out now.
“Hey, guys!” She said, the mic she’d put over her ear amplifying her words. “You having a good carnival?”
A few cheers.
“Come on, guys! Let’s make some noise! I want to auction some things off!”
A little more enthusiasm, but not much.
“Now some of you might be wondering why I’m wearing my school uniform, since the dress code doesn’t apply today! Well, I decided now that I’m graduating and won’t need it again, that I’m going to sell my uniform off, with the proceeds going to the Juvenile Brain Cancer foundation!”
Instead of cheers, that bought a confused murmur. She put up an easel with a piece of thick cardstock on it. It had nine strips of tape over it; Lilly pulled of the top one, revealing the word ‘JACKET’.
“So, I’m going to start with my jacket. Is anyone willing to give me one ticket? One ticket to own this nice used jacket?”
The tickets cost one dollar, but no one really felt that anxious to see Lilly without her jacket. Finally, Ms. Jones, her English teacher, who’d encouraged her to try for the work study ever since the news of it came out, held up one of the red tickets. Ms. Jones came to the stage, and Lilly took off the jacket. She handed it down to her teacher, bending at the waist with her legs straight and her butt pointing away from the audience.
“Thank you, Ms. Jones!”
“Good luck, dearie! I hope you go far!”
Lilly winked – she suspected that her teacher just wanted to see her naked – and stood again. “What do you think I’m going to sell off next?”
Someone shouted “Your shoes!”, but Lilly said, “No, I think I’ll leave those on.” She’d put lifts in her shoes so they acted a little like high heels, giving her butt a little lift. She pulled away the second strip of tape, revealing the word “SKIRT”.
When the crowd saw that, they got a little excited. Nothing special in seeing a girl without a jacket, but a girl without a skirt? That meant something, both in what she’d expose, and what she might expose later. “I’m asking for 3 tickets for my skirt. Anyone? Anyone?”
Lilly had decided to start with one ticket and then triple the price of each subsequent level. She’d thought about it; she really, really didn’t want to do all the more expensive things, but she had to at least get her boobs out to stand any chance at the work-study. She hoped she’d chosen well.
Nate, the heavyweight guy she’d gone to class with for four years, came up with the tickets. She stood over him on the stage, legs a little spread, her crotch lost in the shade of her skirt. “You ready?”
He nodded.
She unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall, feeling the sunlight and cool air on her already-damp panties. Nate smiled up at her crotch, lace over pubic hair. She stepped out of the discarded garment and bent at the hips to pick it up, her ass again pointing away from the audience and towards Dr. Warner. She gave the skirt to Nate. “Enjoy!”
“You too! I think you’re getting in to this, Lilly! I can smell it!”
She blushed. Nate said crude stuff like that, but he spoke the truth this time. She stood, hoping her mic hadn’t caught Nate’s word.
She pulled the tape from the sign to reveal ‘SHIRT’. “Not a big surprise there,” she said. “I want nine tickets for my shirt. Any takers? C’mon, I know at least one of you has wanted to see me in my underwear at some time in the past four years!”
Most of the people had already spent their tickets, so they had a little trouble pulling together nine tickets, but soon a junior guy came up with a small stack. She took them, put them in her bag, and stood facing away from him and the rest of the audience. She unbuttoned the shirt from the bottom, slowly. Once she had it open, she lifted it off her shoulders and let it drop into a pool around her feet. She faced away for a while, letting them admire her butt and legs and back. She’d started working out when she first heard of the work-study, before she even realized she’d try to get into it, so she looked good, better than she ever had before. Her waist was narrow, her ass round, and legs strong and curvy. Even better, she wore a thong, the lace of the material embracing the tops of the globes of her derriere.
Arms out, she turned around, letting them look at her front. She hoped the black lace would conceal her hard nipples and wet crotch. She let her classmates admire her in silence for a little while then kicked the shirt to the junior. “Shall we see what you can have me take off next? Anyone curious?”
That seemed break the spell and everyone cheered. She pulled off the next slip of tape, and it said ‘BRA OR PANTIES’. “Oooh! I like this one. The buyer gets to decide. Whoever gets together 27 tickets can choose whether I take off my bra next or my panties. Anyone? Anyone?”
To her surprise, Juliette came up with a stack of tickets fresh from the roll. “I wanted to get in early! You are going to have so much fun today!”
Lilly was already having a great time, so she asked her best friend, “Which is it? Tops of bottoms?”
“Bottoms! Take those panties off!”
Oh, god, Lilly thought. I really have to do this now. Like I practiced!
She’d thought they’d have her take off her bra first, but it didn’t matter. She faced away from the crowd and put her thumbs in the waistband of her thong. She bent at the hips, like she had before, only this time dragging her underwear down and away from her ass, the crotch gusset sticking to her lips as she did so. When she’d bent fully over, she stayed like that for a few moments, looking back at the crowd up, side down, through her legs. She laughed at their concentration on her genitals. She stood up and turned around so they could see her neatly-trimmed pubes splitting the curve of her hips.
“Here you go, Juliette! Thank you for taking them.”
As she took the underwear, she brought them up, and then said, loudly enough for the mic and therefore everyone to hear, “Wow! These are so wet! Are you getting turned on, Lilly”
Lilly blushed but couldn’t think of any answer. She turned back to the board and pulled free the tape. ‘BRA/PANTIES’ it read.
“Alright! Whoever can give me 81 tickets gets to have me take my bra off and get me completely naked. C’mon, guys! I want to get these clothes sold before I go to college! Anyone?”
She had planned to flirt with the crowd, one hand cupping a breast, the other pushing up against a nipple. Now, though, she had to do her flirting bottomless, which changed everything. She put one hand over her crotch, and she probably had more coverage that way than if she’d taken off her bra first, but standing up she felt too far away. When she crouched, though, she could feel her sex open up, and that made her nervous so she pulled her hand in tighter, and that meant she rubbed her clitoris accidentally. The public exposure turned her on, but the accidental masturbation did even more, her juices starting to run down her thighs. In the bright afternoon daylight, she knew that everyone could see she was wet and red and ready to be mounted like a bitch in heat.
The flirting seemed to work, though. It only took ten minutes for a consortium of upper-class girls to get the 81 tickets. Angelica, the head cheerleader, handed them over with a laugh. “You know everyone is filming you? You’re going to go viral tonight! Everyone’s going to see what a slut you are!”
Angelica’s dad owned three car dealership. She’d could go anywhere she wanted for college without even studying. “I hope I do go viral! That’d get me into the work-study for sure!”
Squatting in front of Angelica, Lilly pulled her hand away from her crotch, revealing her red lips in their bed of matted pubic hair. She reached behind herself and snapped off her bra, letting her tits free in the outside air for the first time ever. She dangled the bra in front on Angelica, who took it slowly. “Like what you see? Like my nipples? If you want, you could suck them, if you ever get out to Eli college, assuming I get into the program.”
Lilly turned away from the crowd, letting them see her ass for a little while. She’d never been naked outside, never even been completely naked with her boyfriends. The feeling almost drove her crazy, all those eyes on her like tongues. She stood, revealed, before her classmates and teachers and everyone on earth with an Internet connection. She wanted to do this so bad! Even if she didn’t get the work study she though she might never put clothes on again.
“Alright, guys, get your tickets together, because I’m not sure if I can do this next one. Are your ready?”
Everyone cheered, now wanting to know how far she’d go. She pulled away the tape and for a moment the crowd held still and then burst out in a babble of noise. She had revealed the word SPANKING.
“Here’s how this is going to work. If you get 243 tickets together, whoever gives me the tickets gets to spank me ten times, and then…” She swallowed, imagining what her classmates must think of her, imagine the Miller Pharmaceutical people judging her against the rest of the girls applying for the Work Study, imagined boys in their basements touching themselves to her image. “…and then, anyone who wants… I’ll stay there for fifteen minutes and anyone who wants can come up and give me a swat. One hit each, please. So. Two hundred and forty three tickets, please? Anyone?”
“Is this tax deductible?”
Lilly looked in the front row. Juliette’s big brother Edmund stood there, smiling at her. He and Juliette had lost their parents in Lilly’s and Juliette’s freshman year, leaving them a huge trust fund, and now Edmund had turned twenty five, so he had access to the money. Lilly, standing naked on stage, now realized that might present a problem for her.
“Um… Yes. Fully tax deductible.”
“And each of the lower levels is three times the previous?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you take checks?”
That stunned Lilly. She could just say no, but then he could just go get the tickets. Even worse, that sort of hesitation might make her lose all the ground she’s gained with her audition stunt. They’d already approved what she planned to do, so if she backed out or changed the terms, they’d know. The Miller Pharmaceutical people wanted to see her enthusiastic, eager to do this sort of thing. “Of course I take checks!”
“Great! Here’s a check for nine thousand, seven hundred twenty dollars. Should I come up and get started?”
He did just that. Dr. Warner got a folding chair, and Edmund placed it so his right hand would face towards the audience. She didn’t understand why he’d done that until he sat on the chair and positioned her over his lap so he could spank her with his right hand. Her ass faced the audience!
Edmund started slow, just caressing her butt, pulling the flesh, enjoying the feel of a young girl’s ass. One of her boyfriends had held her down and playfully spanked her once, and while she’d screamed and fought back, she’d gotten so turned on that she almost went all the way with him, which she’d promised she wouldn’t. Now, though, with her best friend’s big brother rubbing her, feeling her wetness, she felt like she almost couldn’t control herself. Her breathing got ragged, echoing through the microphone and the PA system.
The first blow made her scream, a hard strike on her left cheek. Edmund started rubbing again. When she saw the video later — the Work Study people made them study each girl’s audition tape so they’d know what the did right and what they could do better when it came to turning people on — she saw that Edmund spread her apart as he rubbed her, revealing her wet pink inside to her classmates, like an invitation to fuck.
His second blow, seconds later on her right cheek, got another scream, and now she started to moan as he rubbed her, whether in pain or in pleasure, she didn’t know. His hand, reaching across her body, rubbed her sex in addition to her ass, and that light masturbation almost made her cry. She didn’t want to come, and she could tell Dr. Warner and he’d stop it, but she didn’t want to wimp out in front of the cameras for the Work Study people. And she didn’t want him to stop touching her.
He alternated like that, left cheek then right cheek, pulling her apart to reveal the inside of her sex and rubbing the outside. Lilly couldn’t control her voice, moaning, begging, crying. His hands drove her closer to coming, and she tried to push the feelings to down to stop it. She managed to hold herself off until he’d finished his ten hits, and when she stood she saw that Edmund’s cock had stretched down his leg so she could see the head out the bottom of the shorts, a little bit of his own wetness at the. She’d turned him on almost as much as he’d done to her. She now felt a wonderful power at what her naked body could do to men.
Edmund stood, facing away from the audience so he could rearrange himself, while Lilly rubbed her ass, unconcerned at how much of her body everyone in school could see. Cock more comfortable but still hard, Edmund took charge. He turned the chair so it faced away from the audience, and then guided her so that she bent over the back. He had her grab the front corners of the seat with her hands and put her feet outside the feet of the chair. Innocent, she didn’t quite realize why he wanted her like this until MilPharm showed her the tapes. Everyone could see her sex and even her butt-hole between her legs, and people got a good view as they filed up to give her her one swat each. Edmund had taken his time but she still had ten minutes, swat after swat. Nate either got careless or creative and hit her on the pussy, and that made her scream and stand up, but then, dutiful to what she agreed to do, she bent back over, ready.
At last, the spanking ended. Luckily for her, Dr. Warner had started a timer even though she didn’t ask. Lilly had spent so long right on the ragged edge of orgasm that she felt dizzy, even had a little headache. Edmund stayed on stage next to Dr. Warner, until she felt ready to continue.
“Alright,” Lilly said. “I’m just going to pull off the next three strips of tape at once. She did, revealing:”

NAKED DAY
PUBLIC ORGASM
NAKED GRADUATION

She’d almost forgotten everyone could see everything. She didn’t bother covering herself up because she knew it didn’t make a difference anymore. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to spend the rest of the day with Edmund and I’m going to do it naked. He can have me pose, let people…” Oh god, am I really doing this?“…let people touch me a little. At six o’clock, when the carnival’s over, I’m going to have to… I’m going to masturbate myself until I come. And you all can watch me. And then…”
“Go on, Lilly,” Dr. Warner said. She’d cleared all this with him because she needed his permission.
“And then I’m going to stay naked until graduation day. Naked except for shoes. I’m not going to wear any clothes ever. Until I graduate, and I’m going to do that naked, too. I’ll work in my parent’s restaurant naked, too, so come by if you want to see me there.” She couldn’t believe her mom had agreed to that. Her mom had even told her to say that if it got this far!
“And?” Dr. Warner said.
“And I’m going to masturbate during my free periods!” Why did I say I’d do that? She knew the reason, though. The idea turned her on beyond belief. The very thought of using one of the spare classrooms to play with her pussy as anyone who wanted to watched her! “And if you want me to pose, want to take my picture, please just ask!”
Of course Lilly got in; she practically became the public face of the Work Study. Decades later, she found her grandson furiously masturbating to an image of her masturbating in the middle of the school’s lawn, sawing a purple dildo in and out of her cunt, her classmates chanting “Go! Go! Go!” in time with the thrusts. She had made herself into an Internet phenomenon. She found she really didn’t care.
She worked at her family’s restaurant as a hostess, and they made her do that naked. When she showed the people the table, she had to ask them if they wanted to feel her body, and once a woman with clever hands made her orgasm right there while they waited. Her parents seemed not to mind using her body to bring in more business to the restaurant. Lilly didn’t quite know how that made her feel, especially after they started making her masturbate for people who left big tips, her pussy gripping that purple dildo like fist.
Finally, though, graduation day came and she put on the mortar board, the one thing she wore apart from the heels her mother bought her. She walked up naked, took the diploma, and went on to the rest of her life, a life of fame and comfort.
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