He fastened the cuffs at each end to my ankles forcing my legs apart. I balanced precariously on my the tips of my toes. He stood up and pushed me gen...ly with the tips of his fingers. I swayed, my body twisting, and he laughed lowly when I sobbed behind the ball gag. My shoulders felt like they were going to dislocate, my elbows screamed under the pressure of my weight, and my hands were going numb. I struggled to relieve the pain in my shoulders by pushing up on my toes again. Chris stepped. Conversation followed, short, introductory. The offer of a drink made, thanked for but not accepted. Lisa watched as the two men sought to figure each other out. Matt, the younger, still had an air of innocence, whereas Harry carried with him a sense of maturity and confidence. She smiled, thinking of what was to come. Matt couldn't remember who started it, but soon polite conversation gave way to physical action. Lisa found herself sat, fully clothed on the bed, a man on either side. Hands. When I didn’t answer straight away, she twisted around to look up at me. “Paul? Did we—?”“Yes,” I said, as confidently as I could. But Clarissa being Clarissa, she picked up on the uncertainty I tried to hide.“You’re not sure, are you?” Her voice showed signs of panic. “Oh, god, I’ve—”I dipped my head down to kiss her—to shut her up as much as to reassure her. Then I said, “Truth is, Riss, that no-one can really say what would have happened if the company hadn’t been sold. Oh, sure, they can. I didn't dare hesitate, I undressed, and put on the cheer uniform.Immediately, I felt better.But I knew it couldn't last. Someone would come into the school, findme in the skirt, and then bad things would happen.And yet the idea of putting on my own clothes brought back my anxiety.Finally, not knowing what else to do,, I decided to go to theprinciple's office. I figured, that way, when someone came, I would havethe best chance of having an authority figure nearby.Not that I had much hope of.