Perfect Streak by Lexington Manheim Read Free Book Online

impassioned
attempts to restore order to the Assembly Hall seemed to be an
exercise in futility. Passing an open Assembly Hall door, Hildy
heard the provost’s pleas of “Everyone remain seated!” going
unheeded as dozens left the room in short order. All Dr. Zabrinski
had to offer was a boring awards ceremony that almost no one
enjoyed sitting through. Outside the Hall were four naked girls. It
was only too obvious which won the hearts and minds of the
crowd.
    The people in the hallway
began to shout and applaud the moment they saw the naked girl being
carried toward them. Their shouts alerted the people still inside
the Assembly Hall that more fun awaited them outside, and in an
instant a throng began to push its way into the corridor to see
what they assumed was the streak show’s second act.
    Hildy’s jaw dropped so low
that she actually heard it click. Her eyes sprang open so wide that
she imagined they must have resembled two pennies resting squarely
in the middle of two white poker chips. She flushed bright crimson
all the way down to her bare toes. Directly before her was a sight
so astounding even the movies could not have topped it. Pouring
into the corridor were hundreds upon hundreds of her fellow
classmates. The corridor outside the front of the Assembly Hall was
built extra large to serve as a lobby and box office area during
public performances, so it accommodated the growing crowd
reasonably if not comfortably. It was the same crowd she had
beckoned with glee earlier to look at her tits and cunt. However,
this time she appeared without the key ingredient that made the
prior performance an exhilarating hoot. She was without her paper
bag. Now her friends, classmates, crushes, and enemies were seeing
her naked tits, naked ass, and naked pussy, with her naked face ! And this time
the cell phone cameras were out.
    Click! Click!
Click-click-click-click-click-click!
    A few of the girls who
carried small digital cameras in their purses had those out,
shooting with flash for what would be good quality images that
could later be reproduced on computers and on the
Internet.
    Flash! Flash!
Flash-flash-flash-flash!
    And there were videos
being recorded. Not the video that was shot from a distance in the
back of the Assembly Hall, but cell phone videos that could zoom in
so close you could practically see right up her cunt. And, of
course, this time they all had her face in them. Captured for all
posterity—Hildy Bowlers naked from every angle.
    The last of the crowd from
the Assembly Hall pushed its way into the corridor. Now everyone
had a viewing of Hildy’s live, unintended, non-anonymous nudie
show. She was hoisted higher for everyone to get a better look. As
a result of the sexual stimulation, she could see her tits were
enlarged, her nipples stood out like bullets, and her pussy was so
swollen that her cunt lips almost resembled two small pancakes
spreading out from a gaping chasm of dark pink.
    Hildy saw delight in every
witness’s face. To her surprise, even the straight girls seemed to
be into it. She’d expect the lesbians to be happy with the sight of
a pretty, naked girl displayed spread eagle before them. But the
hetero girls’ faces showed what seemed to be the same unmitigated
jubilation. They weren’t sexually turned on by the sight of a naked
female. Still, being schoolgirls, they delighted in the
humiliation—the self-made, self-imposed humiliation of one of their
own. Hildy knew exactly what they were thinking.
    Here was a girl who
thought she was such a sight to see that she exposed her nude body
to everyone. Then to have it all blow up on her and have to endure
a public parading in all her embarrassing naked glory! Oh my God! How embarrassing for her! How utterly,
unbelievably embarrassing!
    And—oh!—Hildy could only
imagine the expression that must have been on her own face! She was
giving the live nudie show to end all live nudie
shows!— reluctantlyagainst her
will!
    Hildy could