Authors Note:

This is a long story, containing 10 chapters a prologue, and epilogue. All chapters have been submitted and should be posted within a few days of each other.

The idea for this story came from a story idea forum. Thank you janetsexysevenseven!

Warning:

This story contains adult content including This story contains ENF, exhibitionism, and voyeurism. If this is not your kind of smut please read another story.

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During the summer, Aggie had tried to contact Tiffi, but her phone was disconnected, and her social media accounts were deleted. Aggie spent the whole summer mourning the end of her relationship with Lars and Missing Tiffi. The only thing that kept her from sinking into a deep depression was her phone calls to Dr. Monroe.

Soon it was time to go back to school, and Aggie was looking forward to seeing the last real friend she had in the world. When Aggie got to campus, on time this year, she found out she was in a single dorm room, not sharing with Tiffi as she requested. Once she finished moving her stuff into her room, alone this time, she went looking for Tiffi, needing someone to talk to about her trip with Lars, but she was nowhere to be found.

Aggie, concentrated on her studies, rarely venturing out except for class or meals. The first three weeks passed quickly. Aggie was heading to her dorm after Advanced Statistical Analysis when she saw Tiffi and Lars on the quad talking to each other. She wanted to run to Tiffi, but she held herself back, not wanting to ever interact or even see Lars again.

Aggie stood behind a tree spying on them, waiting for Lars to leave so she could talk to her only friend. While she stood there, two other girls walked up. Aggie thought they looked vaguely familiar and were wearing school cheerleading uniforms. As Aggie watched she suddenly realized Tiffi was wearing a cheerleader uniform as well. Aggie was confused and hurt that Lars was once again hanging out with the Bimbo Squad. She was upset that Tiffi, her best and only friend, joined her natural enemy.

After the foursome spoke for a few minutes, Lars and Tiffi got into his car and drove away. The two remaining cheerleaders began walking toward Aggie, who was suddenly frozen in place like a deer in headlights. As they approached, Aggie prayed for a sinkhole to swallow her or to spontaneously combust. Anything, anything at all to avoid what was about to happen.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our dear old friend Good Allbut,” said Pris, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Bree laughed. “Bree and I transferred here so we could go to school with our long time dear friend from cheer camp, Tiffi,” Pris told her smiling, “and what do we find? She’s dating Bree’s ex-boyfriend Lars. It was quite the reunion, especially when we asked her to move into the cheerleader house with us and we found out she used to live with yoouuu,” she said in mock disgust as she sneered at Aggie.

“She looks just the same,” Bree said to Pris. “Ugly, bony, and with the fashion sense of Richard Simmons.” Pris laughed, “Look, bitch. Lars belongs to Tiffi now. You, however, belong to us. If you say one word to Lars, no one will ever find that skanky ass of yours, not that anyone would want too.” Bree and Pris walked away laughing at Aggie and continued to make fun of her as tears rolled down Aggie’s face.

Aggie was humiliated. She couldn’t believe the turn her life had taken. Her two arch-enemies were back in her life, her ex-boyfriend was dating her ex-best friend who was a fucking cheerleader and friends with Bree and Pris. Aggie cried as she walked back to her dorm, just barely holding herself together. She entered her dorm building and heard several girls talking in hushed tones down the hall. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, but when they saw Aggie they quieted down until she was out of sight and then they started laughing.

Once Aggie was safely ensconced in her room, she spent the rest of the day bawling her soul out until she was exhausted and fell asleep. The next few days Aggie stayed in her room subsisting on the chips and sodas she kept handy. The only reason she left her room was to use the bathroom and even then not until she was in pain. She didn’t want to leave the one place she knew she was safe from the Bimbo Squad.

On the ninth day of her self imposed sequestration, there was a quiet knock on her door. Aggie, fearing it was the Bimbo Squad, curled up into the fetal position on her bed and held her pillow tight as she silently cried. There was a second knock and she mouthed “go away, leave me alone!” at the door, as she silently sobbed.

She heard a voice float through the door, “Aggie, it’s Tina, the RA. Professor Boland asked me to check on you after you missed several classes. If you don’t let me in, I’ll use my passkey, so open the door.”

Aggie unfolded her body and without getting off her bed, she unlocked the door and lay back down on her bed facing the wall. She didn’t want Tina to see how she looked from crying and her starvation diet over the last few days.

Tina heard the lock click and waited a moment. When the door didn’t open she turned the handle and opened the door. Walking in she recoiled at the stench of body odor filling the small space. Looking at Aggie, she walked to the outside wall and opened the window to air out the room. Then Tina quietly picked up the mountain dew cans and Cheetos bags littering the floor. After putting the trash in a wastepaper basket and putting it in the hallway, she pulled out the desk chair and sat down looking at Aggie’s back.

She watched as Aggie’s body convulsed in silent sobs. Tina moved the chair closer to the hurting student and started to lightly rub her back. As she tried to comfort Aggie she said, “Aggie, I don’t know you well, Professor Boland has heard some rumors and when I tried to find out what was going on, at her request, I heard some things…” Aggie’s sobs grew in volume, knowing the kinds of rumors Bree and Pris would get the rest of the Bimbo Squad to spread about her.

Tina continued to rub her back until Aggie’s wails of anguish died down a bit. When Aggie composed herself, Tina went on, “I rarely believe any of the rumors flying around this place, I want to know what’s going on with you, why you have imprisoned yourself and what I can do to help.

Aggie was desperate to talk to someone, anyone about what she was going through, “There was this guy…”

She told Tina about the first kiss, about the piss balloons, her grandparent’s deaths, how Lars was her first and how they started dating and would always end up in a fight because she was unwilling to do ‘kinky porno sex stuff’. She explained what had happened at Club Orient… “So when I saw Tiffi in that damn uniform and then Bree and Pris…” Aggie couldn’t say anymore without starting to cry again.

Tina listened as Aggie dumped every bit of the pain and frustration she had kept inside her whole life until Aggie ran out of steam. When Aggie stopped talking, Tina hugged her and fought her gag reflex from the smell of the unwashed girl. She hugged Aggie as long as she could stand the horrendous odor, then let her go, turning her head toward the window to get some fresh air.

As she stepped closer to the open window, Tina summarized what she’d gotten from Aggie’s recitation, “So basically, you’re not adventurous in bed, costing you your boyfriend. Meanwhile, the two girls who bullied you in high school are attending this school now and have started picking on you again. Is that right?”

Aggie nodded her head, confirming Tina had gotten the details right.

Tina stepped closer to the open window, trying to get the sour smell out of her nose, asking, “Do you want revenge on the, what do you call them? The Bimbo Squad and Lars?”

“On the Bimbo Squad, yes. I still love Lars, but I don’t, I can’t trust him. I forgave him twice, but now… I just don’t have it in me to forgive him again.”

“Now listen up!” Tina said sharply. “This is what’s going to happen, you will go shower and wash that funk off. Then, you will get dressed and ready to go to lunch with me. You have 20 minutes to be ready. No matter what, in 20 minutes we are leaving this building if I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out,” Tina told Aggie, sternly.

Aggie looked up with tears still in her eyes, but there was now gratitude as well. Aggie stood up and gathered her shower kit and headed down the hall. While she waited, Tina pulled out her phone and dialed a number. “Nat, It’s Tina…,” and she began to relay everything Aggie had told her. As the door opened Tina said, “She’s back I have to go,” and ended the call. When Aggie walked in, dressed in clean clothes and smelling much better, Tina told her, “Professor Boland will meet us at the restaurant,” as she led Aggie to her car.

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Tina and Aggie walked into a dark, strange little pizza place with way too few tables for the space, and no visible kitchen or drink station. Two Italian Nonnas were sitting at a table near the door, playing a sedate game of Dominoes. An old tube TV was playing some old black and white movie in Italian. The ladies looked up when the girls entered and gave them dirty looks. The younger of the two asked, “what do you want?”

“We’re meeting Nat Boland here for lunch,” Tina said.

“Go take a seat. Wha cha wanna drink?” she said, her expression anything but welcoming.

“Three root beers and a large cheese,” Tina ordered as they took their choice of the empty tables.

The old lady went through a beaded curtain into the mysterious, foreboding back room as Professor Boland entered. Tina waved her over unnecessarily since no one else was in the restaurant. She sat next to Aggie, trapping her against the wall. “Hi Tina,” she said as they kissed each other’s cheeks. Then turning to Aggie, she looked at her with concern in her eyes. “How are you doing Aggie?”

Aggie smiled at the female mathematician she had idolized ever since they met. “Not good Professor Boland…”

“Please Aggie, call me Nat,” she said, interrupting her student. “Tina filled me in on your tragic encounter with those bitches and how you’re heartbroken over Lars. I think Tina and I have an idea that might help you.” Tina smiled at Nat as she continued, “You’ve heard of ‘The Life and Death Brigade’ at Yale and their sister group, the ‘Skulls’ right?”

Aggie nodded her head, having heard of the so-called secret societies, just one of many she’d researched when she considered going to an Ivy League School. Part of her wished that she was there now, studying math, not mourning her lost love and hiding in fear from her tormentors.

“Well, Tina and I are both members of a similar group based out of this school. We discussed it and think you should join. There is one small catch.”

Aggie was excited, no one ever invited her to join anything. The few times she’d tried, either she would lose her nerve or got rejected. “What’s the catch?” Aggie asked, her eyes shining in excitement.

The two old ladies walked out of the back room carrying a pizza box and three to-go cups with lids only filled 2/3rds of the way with soda and no ice.

Nat put a finger to her lips as the old ladies sat back down and continued their game. She pointed to the pizza box, which clearly showed the name of another pizzeria three blocks away.

“This is why I come here for these conversations. No one ever comes here. I suspect it’s a front for some criminal group. I once sat here, on a Saturday, from eleven in the morning until seven that night grading papers, not a single customer walked in. Those two old biddies are the only people I’ve ever seen, all they do is play Dominoes and watch old Italian movies and soap operas.”

Nat opened the box and took a slice of lukewarm pizza from the box. She took a large bite and a small sip of her soda. After she swallowed, she told the younger girls, “If you want to have fun, ask for a refill of soda,” she said, her eyes dancing in delight.

Aggie looked at the two Nonnas who reminded her of Mama Fertelli from Goonies, “No thanks,” she said as she took a slice herself, realizing how hungry she was.

They ate in silence until the Pizza was gone and their drinks finished. Nat waved her hand and the older woman looked up, “Whacha want now?” she sneered.

“Check please,” Nat asked, smiling at them.

The younger woman pulled a slip of paper from her pocket and said, “it’s $15.47, not counting tip, cash only.” Nat pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and dropped it on top of the dominoes as she led the girls out. “Keep the change ladies and thanks for your hospitality,” she said, exiting the establishment.

She led the girls to a nearby park and sat on a secluded bench near the lake. “So Aggie, sit down.” Aggie sat on the bench as the other two women looked at her.

“The club we are talking about is so secret that no one who’s not a member knows it exists. You have to keep it a secret, open your mind and be ready and willing to have new experiences,” Nat tells her.

Aggie looked at her and tried to form her answer, “I don’t know…” Aggie started to say when Tina cut her off.

“You won’t be forced into anything,” Tina reassured the shy girl. “But we can help you break out of your shell. Once you’re initiated, you’ll have more friends than you can imagine, friends who will stand with you against the Bimbo Squad.”

Aggie was excited at having a group of friends who would insulate her from the Bimbo Squad and she knew she wanted to join. Especially if Professor Boland… Nat was a member. “How… how do I join?”

Tina handed Aggie a plain white business card with an address on it. “Be here at 10 tonight and follow the rules on the back.”

Aggie flipped the card over and saw a shortlist of rules. Wear 8 items, 2 shoes, 2 socks, and four other items of clothing. Jewelry doesn’t count and watches are forbidden. Aggie wondered about the strange rules, but for some reason, she desperately wanted to join this secret society.

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As the time to leave approached, Aggie began to try and figure out what to wear, she decided on a red skirt Tiffi had given her for her 19th birthday and matching blouse from Lars. She added the only matching red set of underwear she owned. To complete the outfit, she added red knee-high socks and red, patent leather 3″ pumps. She looked at herself in the mirror shocked at her appearance. She wasn’t sure why she was dressed so sexy, but before she could chicken out, she headed to the address on the card.

When Aggie arrived at the address Tina had given her, she found herself in a residential area not too far from campus.