“Not as long as no sexual acts are going on. Sarah assures us your nudity is only part of your role in the play. But that is something we’re beginning to doubt. We’ve heard alarming rumors Jade… apparently you’re always naked there?”
I lowered my head, unable to meet their looks. It was so embarrassing…
“Yeah…”
“Why? This is very alarming for us my dear. Listen, you need to tell us if something is amiss there. Is Sarah exploiting you? Are the boys forcing you to be naked more often?”
I raised my head quickly and began shaking it with all the speed I could find.
“No, no! Of course not! Not at all! Hell they…” I giggled. “They even try to convince me not to do it as much.”
The authority figures looked at each other, confused.
“And Sarah?”
“She never forced me to do anything. In fact she keeps telling me that I don’t need to rehearse naked that often. Doing it only once right before the play would be more than enough for her.”
“Then why do you do it so often?”
I couldn’t tell THEM the truth…
“Because… it helps me get in character better.”
Clearly, there was much confusion in Mrs. Peterson who shook her head. The classic “I don’t understand, but whatever” look had formed on her face.
“You’re the actress here, can’t say I know how all this works. Then we have your assurance that nothing suspicious is going on in the Quarters?”
“Absolutely. Everything’s happening as I would want it to. Both Sarah and my guy friends respect every choice I make. In fact I’d say it’s the other girls that bother me.”
“The other girls? How so?”
“They’re… well they’re not very supportive. In fact they can seem outright hostile sometimes. They don’t like what I’m doing. They think it’s misogynistic and insulting to women.”
As soon as I said that, I felt the principal tensing up again. Shit. She was just waiting for that subject to come up. With a silent nod, she asked for the man to leave us alone.
“Good,” she said once the gentleman had left the room. “Now we can talk woman to woman. Listen Jade, the content of your play is very troubling to us. Now we’ve never been keen to have our students perform nude on stage, and Sarah is the first to have succeeded in convincing us to let her do that, but that’s not what we find disturbing. We wouldn’t have too many problems with a bunch of actors naked on stage, male and female both but… This? One sole nude girl surrounded by men clothed in tuxedos? Jade, this is NOT acceptable imagery…”
“But I’m not the only girl in the class. There’s 29 others.”
“And Sarah told us they won’t be playing women or men. They’ll be playing abstract, formless ideas. We’ve been told what your play is about, and you’re the only woman in the story. And that only woman is also stripped of all clothing whilst a multitude of well dressed men surround her. This is horribly sexist imagery at best.”
“With all due respect Mrs. Peterson, Sarah and I are the ones behind this idea. How is it sexist towards females if it comes from females?”
“The source doesn’t matter when the end result is so blatantly misogynistic.”
“Misogyny refers to a hatred of women, if I recall correctly. Our play celebrates female sexuality. We show it in a positive light.”
“Come now, don’t give me that speech. All those musicians who objectify women in their music videos say the exact same thing. Do you really believe you’re the one on top when you’re naked?”
I went silent. Of course I didn’t believe that. Oh, Sarah gave me a lot of that naïve bullshit about it actually being ME who was the one in power, and the BOYS being the ones dominated by me. It would take an idiot to believe that I was the one dominating and not the other way around. Now I’m not suggesting that depending on how one uses her nudity and sexuality, one couldn’t actually come on top and dominate men. But it wasn’t so in my case. Clothing is a show of stature and power. There’s a reason why ancient slaves were kept naked. I don’t believe the ancient Romans did it to “empower” the slaves and submit to them. And in my case, my nudity was in every possible way a sign of submission. I wanted to feel lower than my male counterparts, to be dominated by their clothed states as an affirmation of my femininity. My nudity wasn’t a pounding drum of power and stature. It was a flower’s dance in the breeze. An affirmation of vulnerability. I would’ve been a fool, to think that I wasn’t being objectified. Of course I was being objectified, sexualized to the highest degree. Fuck, THAT’S why I loved it so much. If it hadn’t been objectification, if it hadn’t been a lowering of me before the guys around me, then I doubt I would’ve even liked it to begin with.
“Listen Jade, I’ll make this very clear, and you better inform Sarah of this. As long as the play remains tasteful, we will back it. But be very careful. Our college is an institution of respect and healthy ideas. If we find that your piece is sexist and harmful to the image of women, then we’ll stop backing it.”
I almost jumped out of my seat.
“What? And what about freedom of speech?”
“You have it. We’re letting you do whatever you want. Our college doesn’t have the right to censor or mute whatever you have to say. But that doesn’t mean we have to finance what you’re doing. Should the day come when we think this is all going too far, you’ll have to find other sponsors. The Theatre will welcome your show either way and we won’t stop it. But there’s the rub, finding sponsors. There’s a reason plays in this college need our support.”
A little bit of anger was beginning to boil up in me. This wasn’t fair.
“Is there anything we should look out for, then?” I asked.
“Just make sure your play doesn’t degrade women. You want to explore sexuality? Fine. But then strip one of the men naked too.”
The idea almost hurt physically. There was such elegance, such, tension such complexity to a single nude girl contrasted by many clothed men. And this idiot wanted us to change that completely? To make it boring and normal? How disgustingly boring, this perfect equality, this great symmetry. My mind couldn’t find any joy in imagining the boys naked alongside me. It just didn’t work either. They were the strong, dominant ones. It made no sense for them to be brought down to my level. I thanked the principal and finally left that interrogation room.
The conversation stayed with me ominously. So the College didn’t want anything sexist within our play, and yet the direction it was taking was in no way in concordance with those wishes. “Secretary Jane’s” adventures proved that pretty well. We wanted to take the play into other directions. That of female submission. That idea was after all intrinsic to the image of a single nude woman surrounded by men in classy clothes.
As I got back to the Quarters, I let my mind shake off all this doubt. Being anxious could wait for later. For now, I was about to have some fun, for the three hour break had started, and that meant “visitors” where within the Quarters. Buddies from my math class were there. Ian and Joseph, of course, but also Brad, Harry, Dan and Robert. Before going to them, I kicked off my shoes, took off my socks, pants, tank top and underwear, and quickly looked at myself in a mirror. I wanted to make sure I still looked perfect.
I had never been one too obsessed by make-up. Of course I wore some from time to time, but never in a daily or even loyal manner. My ever increasing sluttiness changed that. What was the point of being in the nude around boys, if not to get their attention and boost up my self-confidence in my looks? It only naturally followed that I should look after my appearance, and so I did. Though my black hair was naturally curly, I would now straighten it to give it an elegant, flawless look. My eyelashes were dark and pronounced, my cheeks tinted with a rosy hint, black eyeliner danced along my eyes, and my lips glistened with a rich crimson hint. I actually took my lipstick out from the pocket of my pants lying on the ground and put some more on my lips to ensure they looked as fabulous as possible. I was clad like a true slut, totally bare, and yet my hair and make-up where as aesthetic as that worn during the most luxurious of events. I wanted nothing more than to be as beautiful as possible for the boys.
Once ready, I presented myself to the dozen guys. We sat down and chatted for a bit, casually, as if nothing unusual was about. Well, I wouldn’t say I was overly casual about it either. Whilst nothing was overtly said about the fact that all of me was exposed to them, I did still arm my face with a flirty look. I also made very mild contact with them; softly touching their arms to feel the strong muscles underneath their clothing. It was exhilarating.
I wouldn’t say I had gotten “used” to being nude around my gang; you didn’t get “used” to being a lone girl surrounded by guys and also being the sole one naked; the obviousness of the unbalance was a continuous kick that never left you. But the punch of arousal hitting me was different depending on who it was I was nude around. Around my gang, it was the knowledge that my relationship with them had been one of deep friendship and equality. Around the guys from my math class, it was the knowledge that I was but a classmate they saw every week in their class. The third, newer layer was of their own friends they had brought, strangers I didn’t know. It was the second time they’d come around to chat with an “interesting lady.” Oh, I I knew the sort of conversation that went on behind my back.
“Dude, there’s this girl in my math class, and she’s a total slut!” their words must’ve approximately been. “She talks with guys completely naked and she doesn’t care. Yeah, what a slut, wanna go check her ass out?”
I loved the fact they were strangers. It was becoming cleared and clearer to me that the very notion of being a slut procured me arousal. The easier a girl I was, the more aroused I felt. And both nudity around strangers and nudity around my gang was enjoyable; equally so, yet in different ways. Being nude around my gang made me a slut because they had been long time friends of mine, and being nude around strangers made me a slut because it took nothing to get me naked, even strangers could see my whole body. I wondered, was the same logic applicable to touch? Was I enough of a slut to allow even my math class buddies and strangers to feel me up?
I didn’t want to think about it. I was afraid of the truth, clearly. The truth about my own depravity. How small was my self respect? Women had fought so that I could be an equal to men, so could I enjoy as much dignity and respect… And I was throwing it all away by lowering myself. I was worse than a sexist man. Sexist men at least had the excuse that they couldn’t understand our point of view. I was a woman. I was a traitor to my own kind.
My rumination had been so deep that I didn’t notice that the guys getting up to leave as their classes were about to start. After I followed them to the door and waved them goodbye, I turned to Ian who was still looking me up and down. Hmm, that was so hot… My whole body was right in front of him to look at.
But only to look at?
I turned to look at the Quarters. During the three hour breaks, only my gang stayed in there, the girls as well as Sarah usually leaving to spend the break somewhere outside. There was no one there save for the boys.
This is the ultimate CMNF. Where they hang out with her and casually play with and tease her body. Needs a bit more ENF though. Like them stripping her in public or making her stay naked, subjecting her to medical examinations, teasing her with her own pics etc. More!
At the end of this chapter 5, we are left wanting more.
There are too many propositions to think that the story not ends now…
During the interview with her director, stripping a boy naked was suggested and this idea staid in Jade’s mind… The last sentences she said in chapter 5 were to get a TON of practice in blowjob with all the boys of the gang.
And, we are not at the end of the academic year when the play will take place… And so more, ….
To finish, when you see the story in topic by freeipodtouch, there are 173 pages or more and 8 chapters, i think !
When will the next parts of this fascinating story be released ?
This post is not linked in the stories section which makes it hard to get back to it.
Otherwise, the whole story is perfect
Thanks for pointing this out. It’s now been tagged as a story.
Thank you
Its been so long when will we get next part