Your drunk” It was as much a statement of fact as it was a question. It was not as if I had not been this way a few times in my otherwise short life. It was not as if I did not want to experience the vice of drink again. But someplace…someplace my value system started getting screwed with and that coupled with the fact I was now an accomplice in a heinous violation of the school rules by even knowing she was drunk and not reporting it and what that would mean left me no choice. Really, it did. I knew the punishment that would await me and it was not something I was ever going to talk about to anyone. Trapped between the hard edge of fear and the desire to do right by my head girl and gain her praise there was only one path to tread.

I did the only thing I could. I helped her, well sort of. I helped her weaving body towards the elevator that would take us not to her room but to Vera’s. Vera would sort it out. Vera would make sure I was rewarded and not punished for the sins of my fellow freshman. That filled me with a tingle of pleasure.


Not that I did not have my own vices in life, no, I was much the same I just had a friend with a badge and hoped to get my own shiny version soon. Vera though knew mine well. The nicotine patch behind my neck a constant reminder of my drug of choice. A choice because of deeper issues, but all the same a choice. Then there was sex…I liked it too much. Vera made it clear I needed to get stronger at suppressing that side of me, but shit, it’s not like her hands didn’t make things all warm and tingly for me. Right now…maybe that is why I was steering this poor drunken fool of a girl towards that elevator instead of her own safe room. Perhaps I had an addiction and like any addict I would do, anything to get those hands on me. Even betrayal of my fellow students was on the list. I was in a very sad state if I looked at it like that…so I did not. Just a little self-denial can go a long way in improving your emotional well-being.

The girl I guided was so much warm meat; A means to an end. I could not afford to get to know here and make in personal. So I did not look into her eyes and tried hard not to think about the wave of black hair that poured over my face and tickled my skin as she leaned against me.

“Here…let me help you….this way…yes…one step at a time…Oopsss….that was my foot…lean on me…here we go…” one step at a time to my redemption.

Maria had been rather far gone when she'd been found. Stumbling down the dorm hallway, empty bottle in hand (and a rather large one, at that), blouse half-undone, and her skirt rather...askew. She smelled like alcohol, horribly, and she'd tripped and fallen...laying slumped on the floor rather unceremoniously for some time before being lifted to her feet.

She honestly had no idea where she was going. Hell, she didn't even remember where she'd been, except that they'd had booze, and she'd drank...a lot of it. Giggling as she leans against the other girl, cheeks flushed red, hair a mess. It didn't help that her uniform wasn't up to snuff. The school didn't exactly make a habit of handing out miniskirts, and her blouse was at least a size or two too small. It wouldn't even button up all the way. And those stockings and high heels definitely weren't school issue. No, she was a walking violation. Drunk, tarted up, and rather indecent as she was led, stumbling, to some room she naturally assumed would be hers. Where else would she be going?

Brushing the long strands of her hair from my face I slowly picked our way along the darkened corridor. This would be good…had to be good. Until I got a whiff of her breath as she turned her face to mine. I found it strangely disgusting that she could behave in such an offensive way. Something was wrong with me, I knew it, seriously wrong with me that I was studying my ass off and trying so hard to not break any rules while I found fault in others that did.

Then I really noticed the uniform. I wanted that uniform, the one with the short skirt that showed off my legs unlike my issue that was long and hid every inch of me for some backasswards cultural reasons. The anger inside me grew the more I saw of her and the more I realized my dad could fuck up a wet dream … well he had done that …fuck me. Her blouse was out from under that short skirt of hers and unbuttoned at the top which nearly had those large milky white breasts of hers falling out of her top. She got short sleeves…mine long. Moreover, she did not have to wear the headscarf. I did not know if I could stand one more minute of looking all different. Me, the one who had prided herself in high school about looking different, The one that had used that difference to entice the boys into her arms and then throw them away like so much flotsam.

Shit….just stay nice an quite and follow my guide like a good girl we both are not…I thought. At least I was trying. Maybe there was enough in that bottle I could get roaring drunk in Vera’s room and not get in trouble for it. There was always hope…and then there were just plain stupid fucking wishes. Best this way, the thought of another punishment session put chills down my spine and raised the small hairs on my arms. I did not understand this place fully yet, but I knew I did not want to do that ever again.

“that’s it….just this way…almost there.” I talked…she giggled. We would see who would be giggling in delight in just minutes. The elevator chime echoed in the otherwise still hall. Door opened…and I staggered with her at my side as we entered. There would be no going back once those doors closed. Was I doing the right thing?

Maria seemed oblivious as they rode the elevator up, oblivious even to the strange hatred the other girl seemed to direct at her appearance. She was quite happy. It was hard not to be, with as drunk as she was. Smiling rather vapidly, she giggles again as the elevator dings and she's led from it, leaning rather heavily against the other girl...her new friend, as far as she knew!

She was the sort that dressed for looks. Her school-issued uniform had been tossed away, of course, replaced with this...number, that looked more like some sort of schoolgirl fetish costume than a real uniform. And she wore it well, body filling it out just so, as if every inch of her look was designed to scream "touch me". And that certainly wasn't what a uniform was supposed to do.

"You're pretty." She breathes, looking over at the girl and grinning, absently dropping her bottle, nearly stumbling over it in those impossibly-high heels.

The doors closed with a woosh behind us, and then the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach as the elevator lurched upwards. I held her as she stumbled, suddenly face-to-face, tit-to-tit….reminding me of other times I had been drunk; Of that other time.

I’d awoken in a strange bed with another girl…well one of my close friends at least atop me. I did not make a good morning after person. My mouth felt as if I had been stuffing it with cotton candy and there was this horrible aftertaste, a mix of cheap alcohol and something salty and thick. My head pounded behind my temple, threatening to push against the bones of my skull and explode. The throbbing of it almost bringing tears to my eyes. Brining my head up only made the room spin, but it also allowed me to see the male bodies. Not one…or two..but bodies.

Men just do not get in bed with another man and fuck a woman in my experience. Unless they are very good buddies and trust one another. I think it’s this male thing about their dicks. They all want to be top stud at the farm and it bruises their little egos to find out someone is better hung and better in bed. So it was a surprise the see five of them. Five drunken passed out deflated little cocks and in this state they did not seem so thrilling. A flaccid man is nothing to write home about….Five flaccid football players are even less so.

I had no idea what we had done, but the evidence rode on my body in crusty little spots and in the tenderness of ass and pussy. If there were men on campus this little dish would probably be finding herself in that situation right now. Lucky for her we were only going to the Head Girls suite and there were no men. She would not have to worry about the very real possibility she was pregnant when the stupor wore off.

We arrived…and I held her close while the door opened and she wobbled on the heels. We got out of the small ornate box and into the larger hard-edged marble foyer before the bottle slide from her fingers and smacked the plush floor of carpet. She spoke… and I smiled…That she was upfront and blunt was evidence that she was feeling no pain. Girls will complement one another, but it was usually more words and then it generally had a back ended downside.

“And you should have been in porn yourself I mean just look at that uniform…” Like I said…not a straight up compliment, but then we were not competing for boys in this place so maybe we could be more civil. “I’d love to try on those heels…wonder if they will fit.” Speaking as I stood her up against the wall, fished the bottle off the carpet, and rang the bell. Up until this point, it seemed a good maneuver, but now…now I had my doubts. Now I realized there was no guarantee that Vera was even home. Fuck…’what do you do with a drunken sailor..what do you do’…the song just started in my head.

Maria giggles again at the other girl's words, grinning rather stupidly and pressing a bit against her. "Mmm, I was a few times..." She wiggles a bit, laughing. Oh, it had been just before she'd come to the school...likely one of the reasons she'd been sent, in fact. Daddy had not been happy when he'd found out.

She slumps a bit against the wall, still standing at least, kicking off her heels and pointing clumsily to them, smiling lopsidedly. "You can...try em on if you like. You can come over and try on...whatever you like! I got a whole...closet full of fun outfits" Her words slurred, another giggle on her lips as she slides down with a thump, sitting rather hard and laughing. "God...mmm...this school is so boring. No boys...teachers are all hardasses...even getting d-drunk is a bitch!"

Drunken or not she now had my undivided attention. Ok….oozing down the wall till she was a lump on the floor was not particularly enduring to me at this time, but rather the words she spoke. Oh those got my attention. I slide down the wall next to her, shoulder to shoulder and scooped up the shoes kicking my hated saddle shoes off but leaving the short cotton socks with the white lace ruffles on top on, Sometimes you needed to dress the part.

“So tell me about your porn career? I was on my way to the valley when dad managed to make sure I got on the plane here instead of there. I wanted to be in porn but … well I am here. Tell me about it…please.” I had to agree with her on the rest. The school was boring with no boys, no parties…no well basically no fun. I slid the heels on over my socks. My feet were a little bigger than hers. No much so, I could have endured the shoes if I did not have to walk much in them. I had to admit they made my feet look great and the socks helped soften the porn girl hooker image to that of school girl wanna be.

I also liked her skirt…mostly because it was short and I wanted to wear stuff like that. I had…on the plane before Vera showed up and my life changed. I suspected that deep inside the head girl would love to see me in something like that. I knew she was not as mean as she put out, that she wanted love just like any of the rest of us. I wanted her in bed, not that the one beside me was so bad, but If I kept thinking like that and got to know her I might feel far worse for what I was about to do…damn…fuck…I’d already opened the door.

Maria blinks a bit, as if just remembering what they'd been talking about, looking up at the other girl with a wicked little smile. "Mmm...you make a few movies, take some pictures, appear on a few websites, and sudden't it's a 'career'." She laughs, leaning back against the wall, legs splayed rather...unceremoniously. "So y-yeah...I made a handful of films...lotta fun, too. Had some pictures done..." She shrugs, tilting her head back.

"Not sure how Daddy found out...god, he was bloody pissed. Not that he...ever approved of anything I ever did anyway!" She curls her lip, practically sneering, not a very attractive expression for her. "Bastard..." She shakes her head, sliding her fingers through her hair. "Cut me off, after that...made me choose...disowned, or here...fucker...shoulda just kept making movies, but nooooo, I wanted to make Daddy happy!" She was on a rant, crinkling her nose as she continued on drunkenly. "Would be fucking rich if I'd kept making movies, you know...body like this! I'd be having fun...getting fucked as much as I want...partying and living! And I'm here...rotting in this dump of a school...feh..." She trails off, closing her eyes...suddenly reeling after getting so riled up.

Shit….I had had similar experiences with my father. I wanted him to love me for who I was not as some sort of future breeding stock so his own manhood would be forever immortalized. This girl beside me seemed not so different anymore. What was it with people anyway, all they wanted to do was control us, to make us something we did not want to be. Too much thought and you started getting confused as to who the good guys and bad guys really were.

That was not a good look she finally gave. I did not want to be up here cleaning up puke while we waited for little miss muffet to get off her tuffet. Were was she anyway? Standing up on the all too tall porn girl spikes I hammered on the door….Bang…bang…bang ”hey…it’s me….Cala…open the fuck up” and then for good measure to my ‘guest’ since prisoner had all the wrong connotations to it. “Don’t you dare puke up on the floor here or you will be fucking licking it back up to get it all cleaned up again and that would be just way too gross even for me and is not going to earn you brownie points from her highness. Got it?”

Shit….I was just starting to like the girl, if not I would have let her puke and left her here for miss goody two shoes and all her shitty do’s and don’ts

Luckily, Maria could hold her liquor. She wasn't about to puke, at least. She giggles, watching the other girl move to the door in those tall heels, head tilting back then and eyes closing. She felt...a little better, and was starting to sober up. At least a little, still rather drunk.

"D-don't worry. I'm not gonna...puke." She stammers quickly, laughing. "Mmm...Cala's your name? That's...cute...like you." She giggles again, looking at the other girl. "And those heels suit you...you can...keep em if you want...I've got more..."

Still no answer…probably all the head girls were having there own party. Fuckers. At least thre was Maria…Turning I let the long skirt of my uniform swirl around my ankles, flashing a length of leg along the right hand slit I had made at the seam. It would appear that many of my fellow classmates liked to adjust their uniforms, not just me though I got the crap long sleeve long skirt and head scarf variety. The sacrifices we all make for our cultures.

Sniffing the bottle I could not believe how horrid the smell of it was. It could have been made in the school chemistry classroom for all I could tell, but as evidenced by my guest, well…it worked, horrid smelling or not. I thought about swigging some from the bottle, being all loose as a goose about it. Then the thoughts of Vera’s disapproval cam spinning from somewhere deep in my head and I knew I could not do that to her.

I paced in the shoes, happy I had practiced so many times in similarly high heels. I loved them, the way my pelvis shifted forwards. The way I felt when I walked in them…like I could glide and if there were any men around they would be getting wood just watching. Guys I think believe you have it or not, that sexy thing. Some of us really had to work at it. I did. Maybe if I had spent as much effort on my school stuff as I did on the sex then I would be at Harvard Medical right now instead of some hole in the wall school with no boys and a bunch of hound dog girls. Frankly I included myself in that category…without cock for pleasure just what is a heterosexual girl to do. It’s not like I didn’t know the other side and walked it once or twice. I just loved men…boys…cock…girls were fun, great when it came to oral and there had never been a boy do as good a job so far. Frankly the things that Vera had done to me made me think I had been walking the wrong side of the fence. Still there was a difference. I was not attracted at a tingle in my shoes way to her or the downright stunning pound cake at my feet. I could see she was attractive, willing, and available. I could find pleasure and release in her arms. But I really missed the beefcake….

“I’m sorry…I missed the introductions. Yes, I’m Cala…”I grinned, that wide open happy grin that knows soon I will be getting a treat for good deeds done. “The shoes are nice, but pinch me a bit…I think you have the daintier feet and you are?” ....

The last slipped out…maybe because at my vantage point I could see up her skirt and between those wide open legs. I felt like I was violating her privacy, drunk or not. Shaking my head, “Fuck, I miss beefcake. ”

A rather scant thong was worn beneath the skirt, and she shifted after several moments, mming and tucking her legs under her. "Mmm, beefcake." She giggles, stretching a bit. "Could go for some of that right now." Her grin turns wicked, eyes shining, even though she was still very drunk. "Triple portions...always love that..."

She laughs, then, closing her eyes and sliding her hands down her body, teasing the hem of her skirt and licking her lips. "Mmmm...god, I'm horny..." She looks up at Cala then, grinning and getting to her knees. "I'm Maria...don't suppose...you're hiding a cock under there, huh?" She teases, reaching out to try and flip up Cala's skirt.

I like her…this Maria…and that is a bad thing. For one she is no longer just an object. With me when I get your name, well…you are now a person, you have needs, desires, and emotions much the same as mine. So how could I feel all clean and happy about what I was about to do. No, I felt dirty….even more so as she looked up with those big blue eyes. Even as the fought to focus on me I could feel the tug of a person behind them. She was a real person with desires and feelings much like my own; A person that I would be turning over to my Head girl and would probably end up in the basement I so hated, but it was too late for those sorts of sentiments.

Shit…were was Vera. I’d gotten horny thinking of her…and now, well now this real porn queen was sitting in front of me licking those full lips of hers and trying to lift the long hem of my skirt up past my shins. I suspected that if I let her she would crawl under the tent it would make and discover just how wet my snatch was. This place had to be hell…had to be to place me in such a predicament.

“Maria…there is no cock down there…now…please be good and stop making this so hard on me. Tell me what it was like to take three guys at a time…that …well that sounds interesting.” The only time that might have happened to me I had been stone cold drunk and only woke later with one girl in my arms and five guys passed out around me.

I slid backwards on the heels…a smooth sexy move that swirled the skirt at my ankles from out of her drunken hands. I forced myself to breath…hoping Vera would show up soon before she found me frolicking on the floor of her foyer with a nude drunken girl. I did not think she would like that in the least.

“Please Maria..tell me about porn studs”

Maria pouts softly, but she sits back, nodding and folding her hands in her lap. "Welll...where to start?" She muses, her demeanor still rather silly. "It was...mmm, very fun, to say the least! I liked it best when they would start really slow. One first, sliding right into you...then the second from behind. And finally, right in front of you, the taste of him on your lips...each one rocking into you in a slow, steady rythme." She groans, eyes rolling back a bit as she thinks about it, the girl squirming where she sat.

"S-sorry...I just..." She actually bites her lip, lowering her eyes as she grows solemn. "I'm really...n-not that huge a slut. I mean...I l-like it...and I tease, and maybe do some things...n-not to be proud of. But...I'm...n-not a bad person, you know?" She sighs, her smooth british accent slightly less slurred than before. "Just b-because I enjoy my sexuality...doesn't make me bad...but people...always look at me like I'm something...beneath them. Either that or they're...trying to get into my knickers..."

Standing before her, I watch, as the drunk yet self-assured young woman seems to melt before my eyes into something less sure. My heart aches for her and instinctively I reach around my neck to make sure the patch is still in-place. Shit…Marie is no longer an it. She is a real person, someone with hopes and fears so much like my own. Someone that wonders if what she is is the person she wants to be…if that person is somehow wrong given how culture tries to box in a woman’s role in society.

“Marie….” My heart goes out to her, knees collapsing until they hit the ground to either side of her legs. “Oh Marie” Reaching out with both hands, eyes looking into those baby blues of hers, trying to steady her, fingers touch her cheek…see the dampness in her eyes…feel it upon my flesh…

“I….your not a slut….not because you like sex and somehow you’re not supposed too. Why is it when guys like sex it’s just the greatest thing ever but a woman is not supposed too? Yet those guys would hate to have a frigid woman in their beds night after night…they want a warm sexy girl that can make then scream in pleasure. Shit, I spent two years learning all I could about boys and men and being sexy. At first they scared me because I was not supposed to have anything to do with them…I was told to stay away from the boys at school by dear old dad.”

I paused, biting the bottom of my lip as I realized my own sins. “I’ve never dated….not once…dad would never have allowed it. I think he and mom were busy arranging my marriage…or had. So I snuck out, and seduced and fucked guys that had girlfriends … a series of one night stands so that none of them would ever all me back and bring my father’s ire upon me. Yeah…I was the easy slut…I made myself that because I was not going to go out and hold hands and see the same guy over and over and it tore me up inside. The boys…they wanted in my pants too…” I giggled…”I like that word knickers…its ..well cute”

Righting me arms around her I brought her drunken ass close, hugged her like it might make every better which both of us would know better. Still it felt right…felt good. I could feel the pounding of her heart next to mine. I could smell the stench of alcohol and ignored it because she needed someone to hold just as I did. I missed Susan…my girlfriend. The one that understood me and would always be there with a hug.

“Marie…you’re not a bad person…fucking people does not make you bad…” but then that was a lie. It made you bad in their eyes. I knew it…she knew it and neither of us was ever going to change any of it.