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nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
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Secret Girls Club Part 29
(Dove learns more about two
freshmen, watches them wrestle and sets up a match with the new
freshman after first getting a rematch with Shayla)
As the
evening came to a close, I returned to the Wall of Shame and collected
Bambi, though I wouldn’t return her clothes right then. I brought her
over to a table away from everyone else. Christa whispered in my ear as
we made our way to the table.
I sat her down and took a seat right across from her. “So, who is Evelyn?”
Bambi’s eyes bugged wide open and she nearly allowed the pacifier to
drop from her mouth, putting her hand up to keep that from happening,
She still wore the baby bonnet, making her look like a little kid.
“Ev, uh, er, no, she’s … “ She couldn’t make a coherent sentence.
“Look babygirl, it was easy enough to find out who you were with
tonight,” I said. “You two are the only freshmen in the club right now.
So, is she your best friend or something?”
“Maybe not ‘best’
friend but I’ve known her a long time.” Bambi had settled down and was
able to communicate. Eva is kind of a daredevil who likes to do crazy
things. We were having a sleepover with two other friends during the
summer and she had some wine with her. When we finished drinking it
all, Eva talked us into playing strip poker. I lost all my clothes
before anyone else had to show any underwear.”
Bambi was on
the verge of tears, so I tried to comfort her. I made sure she drank a
lot of water since she had been standing up so long with no relief.
“It’s okay babygirl, we all have stuff like that in our past.”
She got herself together again and continued the story. “Eva won the
game, of course, and I’d normally have to do a forfeit but she wanted
to save hers but made sure the other two got to give me a forfeit. I
had to run around the house nude once and then had to sneak into Eva’s
brothers’ room and take a pair of his underwear. Thankfully, he did not
wake up. I still had to return his underwear the next day and that was
embarrassing.”
“So, Evelyn decided you were going to wrestle me? How did she know there was a secret club?”
“She didn’t until the day before school started. Her older sister told
her about the club and explained how she could get in. She was a legacy
or something like that. Somebody in the club sponsored her and someone
else came along to sponsor me. When we were both admitted, that’s when
she told me what I had to do. We both know to keep it a secret.”
“Did you understand what you were getting yourself into?”
“Yes, I did,” she admitted. “Eva told me I was going to lose no matter what I did, so that’s why I tried to run.”
“So you lost a strip poker game and then found out you were going to be stripped naked again tonight?”
“Yeah. Eva liked getting me naked a lot. Once at the park and both
Joanne and Didi were there too. Those are the friends we played strip
poker with. I’ve seen them naked too. She once had us all naked and
made us make out with each other. I liked that part though.”
Are your other friends trying to join the club?”
“Eva wants them too but neither of them are interested. And they’re also sworn to secrecy.”
“That’s still a violation of club rules and I’ll have a chat with Evelyn,” I said. “Are you two coming tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, but Eva is going to wrestle that sophomore who beat you. What’s her name? Shayla? And I’m supposed to wrestle Heidi.”
That bit of news irritated me. I took a second to calm down. “OK, then
after the match I’ll talk to her, unless she loses. I already know
you’re going to lose. You’re Eva’s pet, aren’t you?”
“I wouldn’t say that but I like that she gets me to do stuff like wrestling, even when I know I’m going to lose.”
“It turns you on, yes? You can say it. I’ve been wrestling for three
years now and I get a kick out of stripping girls of their clothes and
tying them up. Doing it here means in consensual, you know? I think it
turns you on to be humiliated. Mostly Eva, I think, but you were turned
on losing to me, I could tell.”
“Okay, so maybe it’s exciting.
Eva loves when I lose. She really teased me tonight. I have a feeling
there’s a pacifier in my future.”
“It does look cute on you,” I said, smiling. “Good luck tomorrow. I’ll be watching.”
I returned her clothes and took back Christa’s baby stuff.
When I arrived at the basement the next night, Evelyn, Bambi, Shayla
and Heidi were already in line. “Are you double dating tonight?” I
addressed the four of them.
“Hi Dove,” Bambi sweetly said. Shayla and Heidi mumbled their hellos. Evelyn didn’t even bother to turn around.
“So, you must be Evelyn,” I asked, getting closer to her.
“Yeah, I must be,” she said to the basement door.
“Cool. See you inside.”
When the doors opened, all four of them headed straight to the mat, signing up for the first two spots.
Bambi looked like a ragdoll against Heidi, who had her stripped in no
time. Then she picked her up over her shoulder and went to the Wall of
Shame. Heidi didn’t seem too concerned that Bambi hated ropes. She tied
her hands to the rail and left her dangling.
As Heidi walked
toward the snack bar, I stopped her and officially requested a rematch,
something she could not refuse. We set it for next Friday. Then I went
back and watched Evelyn wrestle Shayla. The freshman had a nice body.
She already developed perky breasts, probably a little bigger than mine
and certainly bigger than Shayla’s breasts.
She was also a
decent wrestler. Shayla had developed a bit of a reputation after
beating me a couple of weeks ago but she was more lucky than good.
Shayla got off to a good start by getting rid of Evelyn’s shoes and
socks before losing any of her wardrobe.
Evelyn looked more
comfortable without her footwear though and soon had Shayla topless and
on her back. Instead of her shoes, Evelyn went after Shayla’s shorts
and had pulled them down and off. Then she surprised me by allowing
Shayla to escape.
When Shayla made a lunge for her T-shirt,
Evelyn easily evaded her and got her in a bearhug. She wiggled down
Shayla’s body until she had both of her hands squeezed against her
sides. Then she lifted her off the ground, ripped off her panties, and
let her fall to the canvas.
Shayla jumped up, her face a vivid
red texture, and rushed Evelyn, managing to rip off her T-shirt,
confirming she had the best set of breasts of any freshman, and most
sophomores, to ever wrestle at the club.
Evelyn responded by
dropping to her knees and grabbing Shayla’s ankles while rising again
in one swift move. Shayla was upside down, her hands flailing around
Evelyn’s ankles.
Evelyn made a show of slowly untying her
shoelaces before slipping off her snickers and dropping them on the
mat. It was easy enough to roll off her socks. Then she started
tickling Shayla’s feet. Then she took the big toe on the right foot
into her mouth and sucked on it for a few seconds. Then she simply
opened her arms, allowing Shayla to hit the mat.
Evelyn raised
both hands over her shoulders as a sign of her victory and circled
around the ring unfazed by her exposed breasts. She grabbed Shayla’s
hair and half-dragged, half-carried her over to the Wall of Shame,
where instead of tying her to the rail, she tied her arms around Bambi,
telling them to get to know each other.
I congratulated her
for becoming just the second freshman to ever win her first official
match at the club. And I was not the first. I lost to a senior. Someone
before I arrived did it.
Then I asked for a conversation.
“Fine, let me cool off a little,” she said. “Thanks for telling me about the freshman thing. I had no idea.”
A few minutes later we were sitting face-to-face at a table.
“I already have a match set for next week,” she announced.
“Fine, so do I,” I said. “In fact, my Saturday is also booked. When is your first available date?”
“Let’s go the following Friday,” she said. “We’ll both be rested and it will be a good match.”
“You’re feeling confident about it,” I said.
“Well, I just beat the girl who beat you,” she said, “There’s a good chance I might be better than any sophomore.”
“You know, you might be right,” I said. “Good luck.”
I rose from the table, shook her hand and walked away.
I wasn’t going to take anything for granted.
End of part 29