Un-Toweled · Part 1

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Tiffany was the typical spoiled little rich bitch. A senior in school and daughter of a big city stockbroker who owned his own firm, she got everything she ever wanted and had the ‘I’m entitled’ attitude down to a tee. She hung out with the ‘popular’ kids and called them her friends but the others didn’t see her that way. More that once she had backstabbed several of them in various ways and had put down many others in the school. It was only because she was the ‘A # 1 popular’, head cheerleader and could network and socialize well, that the others would hang with her.

Her boyfriend Brian was a more recent development. A senior also, he was local kid that became quarterback of the football team. Brian was a good kid and was always very respectful and polite, but he developed some negative changes in his demeanor since he became popular and had been hanging out with the ‘popular’ kids.

He had dated a girl named Cindy for a couple of years. She was also a local girl, very pretty but was not in the ‘popular’ crowd. They broke up a short time after Brian started running with the ‘popular’ kids. They started fighting more and more and Cindy became jealous because she heard that he had been cheating on her. He hadn’t, but Tiffany had sowed those seeds to help break them up. She wanted Brian for herself and would stop at nothing to get him.

They lived in a small town about 30 minutes outside of a big city. It was set in a very picturesque area that’s close to some farming but most of the area is rolling hills and trees. About 15 years ago a big city developer came in, bought a bunch of land and built huge houses for the affluent city dwellers, who wanted to get away from the crime and smog.

Jim Bailey was the maintenance man at the local high school. Part of his duties were janitorial, picking up and taking out the trash, sweeping the floors and cleaning up the locker rooms, but at least he didn’t have to scrub the sinks and toilets. That was a job for the regular janitorial crew. He was also in charge of security, not like they had much of a problem in that area, here at this small town school.

One good thing about the big city folks moving in, they pumped a lot of money into the community and schools. That allowed the school to afford a high tech video camera system. It consisted of two portable mini cams that came with long life rechargeable batteries, clips and magnetic bases and powerful transmitters that could transmit up to 1500 feet or about a quarter mile. Jim kept the base unit in the maintenance barn hooked up to his computer. That way he could email a video of troubled students activities to their parents so they couldn’t deny that their child was causing trouble, which the more affluent parents frequently did! “My child wouldn’t do that sort of thing!” was often heard from those particular parents. He was however not allowed to put the cams in the bathrooms or locker rooms and would just move them around to various locations in the hallways.

About four years ago, a stray dog showed up at the school. It was still a bit of a puppy back then, female, part yellow lab and part u-take-a-guess, but the most loving and friendly dog you’d ever seen. She loved everybody! Well, Jim’s poor kindhearted soul took pity on the starving dog and started feeding it. Of course it stayed at the school so the students took up a collection and got her spayed and all her shots and she became the school dog. Some even referred to her as the school mascot. She was always in front of the school in the morning greeting the students, many of which would give her a pat on the head as they passed by on their way to class. She loved the attention. At one assembly the students voted on a name for her. They decided to call her Shasta!

Jim always made sure Shasta was well fed and she followed him everywhere when he was at work. The only stipulation was that the dog was not allowed in the main building when classes were in session. So she stayed outside most of the time, though Jim did install a doggie door on the maintenance barn so she could get in out of the bad weather.

It was Friday evening and Jim had to stay late to lock up and clean the girl’s locker room. There was going to be a big game Saturday afternoon and the opposing team was going to use it to change before and after the game. Most of the games were played on Friday night but this team was coming from a long distance off so they made it for Saturday.

The football players and cheerleaders stayed late after school for practice which was over at about 6PM. All the guys has showered, dressed and left by about 6:30 but the girls stayed much later. They had all got ready to go but they just stayed and kept talking about all the things teenage girls are into. Jim wrapped on the door and said, “Come-on girls, lets go! I need to lock up!” He heard one reply, “Alright! Whatever!” in a loud and annoyed tone. Then he heard a quieter voice saying, “Don’t get your panties in a wad!” after which he heard them all giggle.

While waiting for the girls to leave he stepped outside and was greeted by Shasta. Squatting down and petting her while looking around at the football field, Jim noticed Brian and Tiffany sitting on one of the benches talking or more like arguing. They were still in their uniforms and he thought to himself, ‘I hope I don’t have to wait till they get changed too.’

At about 7:20 the girls finally started leaving so he went back inside and got the janitorial cart out of the closet in the hallway and pushed it into the girl’s locker room. The guys were usually pretty good at picking up after themselves, putting the dirty towels in the hamper, because their coach could jump their ass and get away with it. The girls however had to be treated with kid-gloves so their room was often a lot messier. Most of the cheerleaders were the ‘popular students’ from the wealthier families and they thought it was someone else’s job to pick up after them. Someone else just happened to be Jim!

After inspecting the room for what needed to be done, he pushed one of the towel hampers into the showers and picked up the all the dirty towels that the girls left on the floor. Then after pushing the hamper back out into the locker room he grabbed the mop to give the floor a quick going over.

About that time Tiffany came strolling in, all in a thither, because he was in the room. Without politely addressing him or asking, she demanded that he leave the room because she just had to get ready and go to this certain party and didn’t want to show up late.

He stood there thinking ‘oh yeah, it’s more important for her rich little ass to go to a party than for me to earn a living.’

Impatiently waiting for an answer she blurted out, “Well?”

He angrily replied, “Ah hell, alright! I’ll just clean this up in the morning!” He knew that it would have been more trouble than it was worth arguing with her and he didn’t want to wait around another hour for her to get her ass out of there.

Pushing the cart back out in the hallway, he turned back and said, “I’m locking this outside door, so make sure you pull it shut when you leave. It sticks slightly open sometimes!”

She sarcastically replied, “Whatever!”

That of course just pissed Jim off because she was just blowing him off, besides being totally disrespectful. After locking the back door, he pushed the cart back into the closet and checked the boys’ locker room. ‘Brian must have gone home’ he thought, as he shut off the lights and headed down the hall towards the front of the school and the offices.

Still stewing over what Tiffany said, he was thinking of how he could get back at her and teach her a lesson. He stopped dead in his tracks when a thought came to him and he turned back glancing down the hallway. Remembering something that happened on a sit-com of how a girl got back at another girl, he wondered if he could pull it off. He thought, ‘The schools deserted, she thinks I’ve gone home, nobody will be here until tomorrow, I’ve got all the supplies, I think I can get away with it!’

Instead of leaving, he quickly went into the offices and pulled Tiffany’s file out and checked her age. ‘18, Perfect’ he thought to himself. ‘At least I won’t get into trouble for molesting a minor.’

Jim hurriedly went back down the hall stopping in front of the locker room and listened for the shower to come on. Hearing nothing he proceeded to the maintenance barn for supplies. Grabbing some ¼ inch cotton clothesline and one of the mini cams, he also folded and doused a rag with chloroform then headed back to the locker room. Shasta followed him from the barn back into the school. Soon as she hit the door she was off running down the hall. He let her go because all the doors were closed and she would be right back as soon as she was done investigating.

Listening at the door again he could hear the shower running and he thought it’s now or never so he proceeded into the locker room. Quietly he placed the cam in a locker and then waited behind a short wall protrusion by the passageway out of the shower. If he leaned over a bit he could see the upper part of Tiffany’s back reflected in a mirror that was over a sink opposite of the showers. Hearing the water shut off, he leaned back so she would not see his reflection, and anxiously waited for her to come out.

There was always a stack of clean towels in the shower room and she grabbed one to dry off. After she was finished, she dropped that one on the floor and wrapped a fresh one around her body, tucking it in to stay up. The girls coach taught them to wrap a towel around themselves just in case a male faculty member were to walk in, although they were supposed to knock first. Tiffany then proceeded out of the shower.

Soon as she stepped out, Jim grabbed her, one arm around her arms and body and the other quickly applying the chloroformed rag over her face. Startled, she started to fight but he quickly started dragging her over towards the lockers, so instead of fighting him she was too busy trying to regain her footing. That worked like a charm because she quickly succumbed to the effects of the chloroform and was out like a light.

Her towel had come loose during the struggle and it fell off as he was laying her down on the floor. Tiffany had one hot little body, petite yet curvy and a nicely trimmed strip of pubic hair curving around her mound. He stared at her for a few seconds and then knelt down beside her and groped her tight little body. He thought, ‘I should take advantage of her now because I probably would never get another chance again.’

Regaining his composure, he stood up and got back to business. In the room were lockers all around three walls and several locker islands that were five lockers wide and three lockers tall. He cut two pieces of clothesline about five feet long and tied them to the upper locker handles on each side of one of the locker islands. Then picking up Tiffany, he held her up against the lockers as he tied her wrists to each side. Though it was difficult holding a limp body, it wasn’t too hard as light as she was. After hanging her up, he then retied her wrists so it wouldn’t cut off her circulation but would make it inescapable.

Then he took the bundle of line and wrapped one end around one of her ankles, fed it around the locker island and after spreading her legs apart tied the other ankle, then cut the remainder free. He took one last grope of her body thinking, ‘She’s not going anywhere now!’

Picking up the towel he rewrapped it around her body and tucked it in so it wouldn’t fall off but he left a little tail sticking out. He then cut a fifteen-foot piece of cord and tied one end to the tail of the towel. For a final touch, he took her panties and wadded them up into a ball, slid them down to the middle of one of her stockings, stuffed the balled up spot into her mouth and then wrapped the stocking around her head stretching it long enough to pull it around and cross it over her mouth and then bring it back around to tie it behind her head. He thought, ‘She might gag talk but she’s not pushing that out of her mouth.’

Moving over to the lockers across from her, he proceeded to set up the cam. He pried one of the louvers slightly open, attached the cam with the magnet to the locker door and then using the hand held monitor, he opened and shut the door, adjusting the cam for the best picture. Then he put the monitor back in the locker, turned on the transmitter and locked the door.

After surveying the scene to make sure everything was ready, Jim went to the hall door and opened it to whistle for Shasta, but she was already sitting there staring up at him wagging her tail. He said, “Come on girl’ and she bolted into the locker room and ran over to Tiffany. She sat in front of her with the same desire for attention she greeted Jim with, but with no response. Jim walked over and petted her and then tied the other end of that rope that was tied to Tiffany’s towel, to Shasta’s collar. Everything was ready now!

Jim commanded Shasta to lie down and stay, placing her just in front of Tiffany. Shasta was well trained by now and would obey that command until several hours passed or until she heard some loud noise or something dramatic happened that would get her riled up. He patted her on the head again and said, Good girl!” Then he turned and headed outside closing the locker room door, but as he was leaving the building, he left the outside door locked but a-jar. Proceeding to the maintenance barn he set the computer to record the event and transfer the feed to his home computer, then locked up and went home.

After Jim got home, he turned on his computer and went to his school cam monitor site. There, he saw Tiffany still tied hanging limp. She had not woken up yet but he thought it would be anytime now. He turned up his speakers to full so if he wasn’t watching he would hear her stir.

About 15 minutes later, as he was fixing dinner he heard her moan and quickly went to the computer to watch. She slowly started to come around, lifting her head and trying to look around in a daze. As she woke up, shifting her weight, she stood on her own and tried to move but couldn’t. Still a bit fuzzy and looking at her tied wrists it took a few seconds for it to sink in that she was tied up and helpless. After realizing she was actually helpless her adrenaline kicked in and she went ballistic. Fear took over and she pulled, tugged and struggled with all her might, screaming in her gag as she tried to get free. She kept tugging and screaming between the huffing of her breath until Shasta sat up and started barking at her.

That stopped her from struggling and over her frantic breathing she surveyed her situation. Looking at each wrist and ankle she thought there’s got to be a way out of this. Then she noticed the rest of her peril, the rope tied to the towel and Shasta’s collar. Biting down on her gag she screamed a long ‘NO!’

Shasta, wondering why she wasn’t being petted, started to investigate. Sniffing up her leg she paused between her legs and Tiffany started giggling and squealing. With her nose moving under the edge of the towel, Jim couldn’t tell if Shasta was just sniffing her or licking her, but she was tickling and driving Tiffany crazy. Between the giggles and screams from the tickling, Tiffany was able to blurt out a “Moh! Moh! Ouwn! Ouwn!” The dog understood that as ‘No’ and ‘Down’ and she immediately stopped, turned and started to move away.

Seeing the slack in the rope to her towel being taken up, Tiffany panicked and tried to call Shasta back to her. “Aasfa! Aasfa! Um eer!” To her relief Shasta turned around, came back and sat in front of her looking up and wagging her tail. In a child like tone Tiffany said, “Asfa! Aay ouwn! Aay ouwn!” Shasta of course understood, obeyed and laid back down in front of her. Tiffany looked up and sighed a big sigh of relief and thought it’s time to get back to getting loose.

Watching all this on the computer like a TV show, Jim finished his dinner, then shutting off his computer, he proceeded to finish up with other chores before going early to bed. He needed to get to work early the next morning to take care of Tiffany before the students or their coaches showed up and besides he would be able to view and download the whole thing from the recording later.

Tiffany looked up at the clock over the door, ‘Almost 9:00. Damn. The party’s already underway and I’m not there.’ she thought. Refocusing her attention on trying to get loose, she struggled, tugged, pulled, rubbed, mmphed, grunted and groaned until she collapsed in tears. After a bit she would regain her composure and try it all again, failing ea

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