The Laughing Skull
Part 7
Sandy found herself reaching to cover herself at just the sound of that voice. She knew that if Abigail saw her naked she would never hear the end of it, worse it seemed she was getting ready to shower too and that meant even more trouble for Sandy because Abigail had a nasty habit of turning on all the hot taps in each shower to fill the room with steam as she showered. It was just her way of being the only one in a hot shower. Before she would be done Sandy would find her naked body under a stream of cold water as Abigail began to hog all the hot water for herself and her usual gaggle of sorority sisters.
Sandy like most of the girls at this school hated them, they were young, pretty, rich, spoiled, and all to willing to wrap any man around their little fingers even if that man belonged to someone else, in fact it was rumoured that it was a part of their initiation rituals at their sorority house. There were always stories of wild parties and kinky rituals going on over there. Even the professors of this school were not immune from them, if one could not be seduced or tempted by the sisters then they used mommy or daddies money or influence to remove them, and replace them with more willing faculty members.
The worst offender of the bunch was the head of the household a full professor with tenure so she could not even be fired. She was the head of the Mezzo-American studies and next to the dean she was the most powerful person on campus and she took every opportunity to show it. She had used her girls like weapons for years to propel herself almost into the deans office. Only the glass ceiling of the academic world had stopped her and Clarissa Johnson intended to make them all pay for it one way or another. So she schooled her pretty blonde drones in seduction and turned them lose on her enemies with sadistic glee.
There was little doubt that somehow her long painted nails were in this sudden change of plans somehow and that thought made Sandy cringe just a little. Rather then be mocked and called down by the drones Sandy remained in the shower stall until the water on her bare back began to cool uncomfortably. Sandy steeled herself she was reaching for the curtain of the shower and dreading running the gauntlet of the sisters when strong and pleasant tickling sensations washed over her body like waves. Then she felt a set of hands reach around her the fingers trailing along her wet skin.
The tickling sensations almost made her knees give out and only by reaching out to brace herself against the wall of the shower prevented her from collapsing into a giggling ball. Another hand crept up tickling up her bare back then slipped around and gently rolled one of her nipples between two fingers Sandy was convinced there was someone behind her in the shower. Sandy stiffened and her whole body shivered and she covered herself as best as she could and turned to confront whoever was behind her only to find herself standing naked,alone and surrounded by the thick canopy of the jungle just like the pictures in the journals.
This was no dream or hallucination Sandy could even feel the intense heat of the sun on her wet naked body it took only moments for the water to evaporate leaving Sandy to try and cover herself. As she tried to cover what she could with her hands and arms. The tiles of the shower stall were gone replaced by thick soft grass under her bare feet. As Sandy slowly began to look around to make sense of what was going on. Near her on the tree hung a cloak that seemed to be made almost completely out of feathers and they seemed to be waiting there just for her. It glistened in the sunlight like a rainbow and seemed to beckon her.
Part 7
Sandy found herself reaching to cover herself at just the sound of that voice. She knew that if Abigail saw her naked she would never hear the end of it, worse it seemed she was getting ready to shower too and that meant even more trouble for Sandy because Abigail had a nasty habit of turning on all the hot taps in each shower to fill the room with steam as she showered. It was just her way of being the only one in a hot shower. Before she would be done Sandy would find her naked body under a stream of cold water as Abigail began to hog all the hot water for herself and her usual gaggle of sorority sisters.
Sandy like most of the girls at this school hated them, they were young, pretty, rich, spoiled, and all to willing to wrap any man around their little fingers even if that man belonged to someone else, in fact it was rumoured that it was a part of their initiation rituals at their sorority house. There were always stories of wild parties and kinky rituals going on over there. Even the professors of this school were not immune from them, if one could not be seduced or tempted by the sisters then they used mommy or daddies money or influence to remove them, and replace them with more willing faculty members.
The worst offender of the bunch was the head of the household a full professor with tenure so she could not even be fired. She was the head of the Mezzo-American studies and next to the dean she was the most powerful person on campus and she took every opportunity to show it. She had used her girls like weapons for years to propel herself almost into the deans office. Only the glass ceiling of the academic world had stopped her and Clarissa Johnson intended to make them all pay for it one way or another. So she schooled her pretty blonde drones in seduction and turned them lose on her enemies with sadistic glee.
There was little doubt that somehow her long painted nails were in this sudden change of plans somehow and that thought made Sandy cringe just a little. Rather then be mocked and called down by the drones Sandy remained in the shower stall until the water on her bare back began to cool uncomfortably. Sandy steeled herself she was reaching for the curtain of the shower and dreading running the gauntlet of the sisters when strong and pleasant tickling sensations washed over her body like waves. Then she felt a set of hands reach around her the fingers trailing along her wet skin.
The tickling sensations almost made her knees give out and only by reaching out to brace herself against the wall of the shower prevented her from collapsing into a giggling ball. Another hand crept up tickling up her bare back then slipped around and gently rolled one of her nipples between two fingers Sandy was convinced there was someone behind her in the shower. Sandy stiffened and her whole body shivered and she covered herself as best as she could and turned to confront whoever was behind her only to find herself standing naked,alone and surrounded by the thick canopy of the jungle just like the pictures in the journals.
This was no dream or hallucination Sandy could even feel the intense heat of the sun on her wet naked body it took only moments for the water to evaporate leaving Sandy to try and cover herself. As she tried to cover what she could with her hands and arms. The tiles of the shower stall were gone replaced by thick soft grass under her bare feet. As Sandy slowly began to look around to make sense of what was going on. Near her on the tree hung a cloak that seemed to be made almost completely out of feathers and they seemed to be waiting there just for her. It glistened in the sunlight like a rainbow and seemed to beckon her.
