Catherine The Great
by dah
posted by jeremiahN

Catherine the Great, Chapter 11 - Sport-a-Rama

Anthony went straight to the table and sat down, as from that seat he could watch the naked Catherine putting away the groceries. Mr. O'Brien stopped by the stove, and kissed his wife on the cheek, then told her that she should see what they had bought, to which Mrs. O'Brien said that lunch was ready, they should all wash their hands and sit at the table.

But it was Suzy who was just bubbling over with enthusiasm. "You should have been there, Catherine. You won't believe who we saw. It's just as well you weren't there; it would have relieved her to see you naked there, in the midst of the crowds. God, was it crowded. She was so embarrassed. You would have been so, too. You were smart to stay here, in the house, where no one could see you." While Catherine was trying to make sense of this outburst of contradictory and unconnected information, Mrs. O'Brien interrupted to make the three wash their hands and sit down at that table for lunch. During that light meal, Anthony and Suzy between them explained what had caused Suzy's outburst.

When they arrived at the mall, they had discovered that a special promotional show had been set up to promote Sport-a-Rama's trampolines. Because the owner, Mr. Assam, had made a large donation of equipment to Cronenberg, the school had assigned three girls from the gymnastics team to put on a demonstration on the trampoline from nine until noon. He knew just how big a draw a group of nubile young girls bouncing up and down on a trampoline would be; so he had set up a trampoline outside the mall, beside the area that he rented for his boating department. This area was primarily canoes and kayaks, with some smaller sailboats, but he did have a couple of power boats. He had scheduled his annual sale to coincide with the mall-wide "Bargain Day" and knew that a large number of potential customers would be there for the special sales in the other stores, and he intended to attract as many as possible to Sport-a-Rama.

It was just ten to nine when he saw Mr. O'Connor's station wagon pull into the lot, and park in the second section out, about one hundred yards from his store. He was a friend of the track coach, a drinking buddy among other things, and he knew the car. He watched as the coach got out of the far side, and two girls got out on his side; one was a blond, the other had very pale skin set off by short, jet black hair. Even from here he could see that they wore the bright blue T-shirts and little red shorts that comprised the Cronenberg School general phys. ed. uniform. He had hoped that the girls would be wearing the tight blue and red leotard that was the uniform for wrestling and gymnastics meets, but Mr. O'Connor had suggested that this outfit was more appropriate for the outdoors setup, and also looked less like a professional uniform, thus letting customers see the trampoline as suitable for their own families. Mr. Assam was not convinced by this argument, but since the school was doing him a favor, he did not wish to jeopardize the show by admitting just how much the display was influenced by the old saying "Sex Sells". Still, even in those outfits, the girls would definitely be an excellent draw. He walked into his store for a minute, just to be sure his staff was handling everything correctly, then stepped back out to the wide sidewalk.

Mr. O'Connor arrived with the two girls beside him and a third one, this one a brunette, walking close behind the three of them. The two men shook hands, and then Mr. O'Connor introduced the girls.

"Girls, this is Mr. Assam, owner of Sport-a-Rama. He is the man who so generously donated the new gymnastics equipment that you all work so hard on. I am sure you will make a great effort today to put on the best display you can." Mr. Assam wondered why the brunette blushed at that last statement. "This is Miss Sarah Fulci, an excellent performer on all the apparatus you provided to Cronenberg, including, of course, the trampoline. I'm sure she will perform an excellent routine today." Mr. Assam shook her hand firmly, looking carefully at the petite blonde, scanning her body from the ground up. Sport shoes, white socks, strong well-shaped legs topped by tiny tight red shorts with just the hint of a panty line, an equally tight, bright blue T-shirt, the outline of a bra cupping peach-sized breasts, and finally a round smiling face with bright blue eyes framed in fine blond hair that was hanging loosely. This little lady was going to be a fabulous draw for the store.

"Next we have Miss Bridget Schultz. She is also a top performer on the trampoline." Mr. Assam gave her the same once-over he had given to Sarah. The outfit was the same of course, but where Sarah's skin was golden, Bridget's was a pale, pale white; her breasts were noticeably larger, even in the bra, a bra that was more necessary for these bouncing puppies, and her hair was jet black, cut short, truly framing her pale skin and black eyes. Mr. Assam didn't think she looked quite as delectable as the other, but with those jugs, she'd certainly hold the customers' interest. Yes, this was going to be a good day.

"Finally, our third performer is Miss Jenny O'Shea." Mr. Assam's jaw dropped, and he forgot to extend his hand as the teacher and already introduced girls stepped aside to give him a clear view of the last girl. Taller than the other two, this olive-skinned girl was wearing the same sport shoes, white socks and red shorts, showing off a great set of legs, but what had caught his attention was that that was all she was wearing. She was totally naked above the waist, her firm breasts fully visible to him. "I'm sorry that Jenny is out of uniform, but she was not being punished when we chose her, and we don't like to change their duties; they might act up to be relieved of them if we did."

Mr. Assam could not believe his luck. The other two girls would be good for business, but a topless trampoliner would be a draw unlike any he had imagined. He recovered enough to extend his hand and shake Jenny's. He shook her hand harder than he had the other two, fascinated by the movement that this imparted to the naked breasts in front of him. He raised his eyes from the small areolae and tiny nipples to the face of the embarrassed girl, her brown eyes filling with tears of humiliation as she gnawed her lower lip, and noticed that she was the only one who had secured her hair; it was tied back in a pony-tail. Remembering that as far as the school was concerned, he wanted the girls because they were artistic, not sexy, he managed to reply, "I'm sure we can accept her. We certainly don't want to interfere with the way the girls are treated, and I would not try to second guess the school when you are doing me the favor of supplying these fine athletes."

Each girl would do a routine of just under twenty minutes, then spot for the other two athletes, before doing another show. The order had been chosen by lot, and Jenny was third. She had not been getting much sympathy from the other two girls, for two reasons. Both of them had heard how nasty she had been to Catherine, and how Catherine had to stay naked until the end of Monday, and they felt that Jenny merited the humiliation she was receiving. Secondly, both of them had had to perform track and field totally nude, in front of dozens of spectators. They had been embarrassed, but they had been totally naked, showing their private parts to the spectators, and even though Jenny would be in front of many more people, she was only topless. Even if they had felt she was mistreated, the other two girls would have made no overt display of support. One day of naked sports had been more than enough, and Mr. O'Connor would strip a girl for the slightest offence.

A little more than half an hour later it was Jenny's turn to perform, and she blushed as she somersaulted onto the taut webbing. Mr. Assam had set up a barrier, like the ones banks use to manage long lines, about ten feet back from the trampoline itself on three sides, with the fence around his boat department forming the fourth side. There were now hundreds of people crowded around the display, and Jenny felt tears of shame forming in her eyes. Up till now, only the people in the front couple of rows could see her bare boobs as she stood at the end of the trampoline, spotting for the other girls; once she started bouncing, everyone in the crowd would have a clear view of her naked breasts. Mr. Assam had provided two clerks to help as spotters at the sides, as he had promised to do, and Jenny shuddered as she realized that if she bounced too far off center, these boys were required to push her back onto the trampoline; she just knew that if she did, their hands would be pressing on her breasts, "accidentally" of course.

Choking back a sob, she stood up on the webbing and started to bounce, higher and higher, until she was high enough to start a more complex routine. Her lack of a bra was a distinct hindrance, as her breasts were bouncing too. Unfortunately, when she reached the top of a bounce, and her body started back down, her breasts would continue to rise and she could feel them pulling up on her chest; back at the bottom, as she started the next leap, she could always feel her breasts pulling down; she knew this display of jiggling flesh was attracting the attention of every male in the vicinity. When her routine required her to flip, landing first on her back then bouncing up and over to land on her stomach, the rough webbing scratched her bare breasts, and particularly her sensitive nipples; the first brush on them caused them to harden, so the second landing was even more painful. When, at the top of a bounce she brought her legs up at right angles to her body, split wide apart, then leaned forward to touch her toes, her breasts just brushed her own legs, distracting her again, reminding her of just how much she was showing the watching public.

She was so involved in her routine and her humiliation that she did not notice the Cronenberg School uniform inside the boat display. Suzy had arrived with her brother and her father, and they were looking at canoes, as Mr. O'Brien was interested in starting a new family vacation project, seeing America's wilderness areas, and thought by canoe would be the best way to do it. He decided to postpone the purchase until after the current display, when Suzy told him that the girl on the trampoline was the student responsible for Catherine's punishment. The three of them moved out of the compound and worked their way quickly through the crowd. Suzy stopped in the third row; she wasn't quite sure why, but she did not want Jenny to see her just yet.

When Jenny's routine ended, and she hopped to the ground, a large portion of the crowd moved off, but a sizable number remained at the barriers. The sun was warm this morning, as Catherine would soon be finding out, and Jenny was covered in a sheen of perspiration.

"I think you girls are going to need some refreshment." Mr. O'Connor pulled a bill from his wallet and held it out to Jenny. "There is a fresh fruit juice stand in the mall. Go there and buy a large bottle of one of the juices, orange, peach, whatever you like best, and bring it back with several glasses." Jenny was absolutely appalled at this request, but Suzy, peeking over the shoulders of the people in front of her, was delighted at the idea of poor Jenny walking through the mall, naked from the waist up. She whispered something in Anthony's ear; he nodded, and they whispered together for a couple of minutes.

"Please, sir. I can't go into the mall like this." Jenny hoped he would be reasonable and send one of the fully dressed girls. Bridget smiled to herself; she remembered how Mr. O'Connor dealt with reluctant students. She remembered how he had ripped off her bra and then her panties when he had punished her for getting her uniform wet at the track meet; how her large pale breasts had bounced out like beagle pups as her bra was ripped from her body; how she felt cold air touch her shaven little cunt when he had exposed it and her pale buns. This was one of the reasons she was being so careful today. She had already displayed her shaved slit to an appreciative audience once, she was not about to let her schoolmates and all these onlookers know that that had not been a one-time event; she had kept herself hairless below her waist.

"What did you say, Miss O'Shea?" Bridget and Sarah smiled to themselves, as they could foresee what was coming.

"Please, Mr. O'Connor, I don't want to walk through the mall dressed like this." Jenny's plea would have melted a heart of stone, but Mr. O'Connor was a Cronenberg teacher and all the students knew the school's teachers had no hearts.

"Very well, Miss O'Shea, if that is how you feel, you will not be sent through the mall dressed like that." Jenny heaved a sigh of relief, oblivious to the motion this imparted to her bare breasts; and the other two students stared in surprise. "You know the penalty for attempting to avoid duties assigned by the staff while you are undergoing a punishment. Remove those shorts. You can get them back tomorrow morning when your punishment ends." Jenny looked at him in horror. This would mean she would have to spend the rest of the day wearing only her panties. "Now, Miss O'Shea!"

Jenny realized that if she did not obey, and immediately, things would get worse, far worse. She would not be uncovering much that was not already uncovered, but if she made him angry enough, he might insist on her final piece of clothing as well. She could not bear the thought of being totally naked here. Quickly she slipped her thumbs into the waistband and slid the red shorts down her long legs, being extremely careful not to disturb her panties. Her panties. She suddenly remembered which panties she had worn. She had considered a G-string, as she didn't want a panty-line showing through her shorts, but thank God, had rejected that idea, since that was not an acceptable style of panty, and she would have lost it, too. But what she had chosen was bad enough. It was a sort of tanga style, basically a one inch band around the top of her hips, with a V front that narrowed to a one inch strip that ran between her legs and up the crack of her bum to join with the waist-band. Her privates and butt crack were covered, if only just, but both her cheeks were fully exposed to the public's eyes. She blushed at the thought of all those men, now able to see not only her 36C's but also her buttocks.

"Better hurry, Miss O'Shea, unless you want to try for..." Mr. O'Connor let the threat peter out, and Jenny, biting her lip to hold back the tears of frustration and shame, grabbed the bill and started through the crowd to the mall entrance, as she heard her teacher tell Bridget to place the shorts inside his car.