3.67 - Yearbook Pictures

I sighed contentedly as the artificially-heated water of the pool lapped around me.

Despite arriving a few minutes late, I still managed to coach the other girls on the swim team effectively, making this meet every bit as effective as any other week. I glanced around to see things were progressing well. The girls were grouped into pairs, practicing swimming strokes and underwater gymnastic moves at their own pace. Often, this would require one of the pair to hold or support the other, just as Brenda was currently doing for me, her hand pressed firmly against my ass.

It cases of floatation exercises, the supporting girl would, of course, have to use her other hand to grip her partner, guiding her around the pool. Brenda had naturally focused on gripping me by my thighs, crotch, and breasts, but the slipperiness of the swimsuit material meant she sometimes had to reach into my bikini bottom to get a more effective skin-on-skin contact. Thinking of the slipperiness made me remember the shiny metallic two-piece they had been selling in the campus lingerie shop. The material was probably even more slick than my current bikini, but for some reason, I felt a strong urge to see about buying it later.

I glanced at the clock, noticing the time. "Okay, Brenda, that's enough for now." I felt a brief sense of disappointment as Brenda took one hand off my backside, and the other out of my swimsuit. "Alright girls, mandatory swim time's over. Anyone who wants to join me for flexibility training, time to get ready."

I waded over to the ladder to climb out and prepare for the flex-training portion of practice. Most of the other girls followed, but a few stayed in the pool, continuing their floatation exercises in pairs. I noticed Yasmine floating by herself, and was about to ask her about it when the door to the pool area opened, and in walked Professor Weiss. I could tell her pleated skirt and silk blouse probably weren't intended for swimming. She was carrying a sheaf of papers. She smiled at me.

"Ah, Jennifer, there you are. I was just about to ask if you knew where I could post some of these announcements. They're pretty important. Any suggestions?" She held up one of the papers. I could tell it was an important announcement, and everyone would need to see it.

"Sure, Professor Weiss. There's an announcement board right over there." I pointed just beyond Anna and Faith. Faith seemed to be complimenting Anna on her sling bikini. I admired her choice of swimwear. I might need to buy one of those, too, I thought to myself.

"Oh, please, call me Marilyn!" Miss Weiss laughed, "We're basically the same age, and you're not even in my class!"

"Okay, Marilyn," I agreed. It was only natural, after all. I toweled off quickly and slipped on my pumps. "Here, let me help you with those," I said, taking a handful of the papers. We walked over to the announcement board, joining Anna and Faith.

"You know, if any guy sees you in that, he's 90% sure to want to fuck you right then and there," Faith was saying.

Anna pouted. "Oh, be nice." She turned facing away from Faith and stuck out her butt. "With an ass like this, it would be at least 95%"

Marilyn cleared her throat. "I think you'll find the number is closer to 100%. Take a look." She handed them each a copy of the important announcement. They squinted at it, puzzled, then their eyes went wide.

"Oh, wow, you're right!" They said, delightedly. "Absolutely 100%!"

That reminded me: The team needed to practice our new pep-cheer. I cupped my hands to my mouth. "Okay, team, when do we give 100%?"

In near perfect unison, the entire team responded, "100% of the time!" The cheer was so motivating, even Marilyn joined in. When the cheer died down, I heard another voice from the pool, quietly murmuring, "The 100%. When we time. 100%..." It was Yasmine.

She was still floating on her back, staring contentedly at the ceiling. She smiled and nodded as if carrying on a conversation with someone directly in front of her. "You go on, Rachael," she continued, "I'm just going to float for a while." She blinked rapidly for a few seconds. "100% of the time," she repeated.

"Yasmine, are you feeling okay?" I asked, concerned.

This seemed to snap her out of it. "Oh, Jennifer, are we starting flexibility training?" She stood and walked over to the edge of the pool, climbing out. "I'll get the music started," she said, making a beeline for the portable sound system we had set up.

"Shouldn't you dry off first?" I asked.

"100% isn't it?" She replied. She turned on the system and began fiddling with the controls. Sensual pumping music filled the room. Miranda, who was passing by one of the floor-to-ceiling pipes reflexively began pole dancing.

Yasmine studied the system with a puzzled look on her face. "Hmm. It's not doing anything."

I was confused. "What do you mean? It's playing music just fine, don't you hear it?" I asked her.

"Must not be plugged in right," she said, reaching for the outlet with her dripping wet arm. She grasped the plug and there was a loud buzz and bright flash. Yasmine crumpled to the floor. She must have been tired from practice. Good thing she found a place to take a nap. The sound system buzzed in a low pitch. Miranda stopped dancing, and continued to prepare for training, as if nothing had happened.

"Oh dear," Marilyn commented. She pulled out a phone, dialing patiently. "Hello, IT? This is Marilyn Weiss. Yes, there's been an equipment failure in the pool area. Looks like the device has suffered significant water damage." She listened for a few moments. "Understood, we'll wait for them to come pick up the damaged device." She carefully folded her phone back up. "Now, Jennifer, while you girls are..."

She was interrupted by a loud crackling and a hiss of static. There must have been a problem with the sound system, but I couldn't imagine what could have caused it. Did Yasmine set it for radio reception? I'd have to ask her when she woke up.

The static resolved into a male voice. I didn't recognize it- it certainly wasn't my boyfriend- but I felt compelled to listen, all the same. "...continue to repeat this recording until we receive further updates." There was a short pause. "If anyone can hear us, please, listen. We've boosted the gain on the old K-SUB tower, and we're broadcasting this message on all frequencies. We don't know how many survivors there are right now, but some of us have banded together in groups. If you're human, you can find us by tuning to navbeacon DXLtO or 3pR7A. They don't seem to have receivers for those."

The voice took on a more insistent tone. "Be careful out there, and be advised: We've heard long-range sighting reports from patrols in Susanville, Wendover, and our Star Peak watchtower of several hostiles seemingly on a converging path. Based on the data we've got, it looks like they're headed for Fallon. If you have any sense, you probably already knew not to go there, but don't even go anywhere near it, repeat, avoid Fallon at all costs. We'll continue to repeat this record..."

The voice trailed off to static again. Was that some kind of radio show? Maybe my boyfriend would like it. He seemed to like science fiction. There was a brief hiss over the speakers, and then the music started up again. I turned back to Marilyn. "Sorry for the interruption."

"Oh, it's fine. I thought it might have been important too." The doors to the pool opened again, and two girls dressed in cutoff overalls walked in. I didn't recognize them, but Marilyn seemed to. She pointed at Yasmine's resting form. "It's right over there. You may need to dismantle it to drain the water."

They crossed to Yasmine. One of them picked her up, and, gripping her head firmly in both hands, sharply twisted and removed the head from the training dummy. They continued taking it apart, casually tossing aside the unnecessary swimsuit, and gathering up the disconnected torso and limbs. "Here, let me just get that out of the way," I said, gathering up the discarded thong and top. I didn't know why we had bothered dressing a training dummy anyway. I made a mental note to try the swimsuit on later. Maybe my boyfriend would want to see me in it.

As I watched the two workers disconnect the dummy at all its major joints, a thought struck me: I'd never really noticed it before, but the training dummy looked a lot like Yasmine. Since it was anatomically correct, I wondered if the resemblance went beyond just her face. It's a shame Yasmine already left for the night, I thought. We could compare them side-by-side to see. I watched them carry the fully dismantled form out the door, wondering briefly what the IT department had to do with floatation practice dummies. It looked like there might have been some electronic components inside the sophisticated mannequin, so I supposed some of it might be important computer stuff.

Marilyn spoke, pulling me out of my thoughts. "So, like I was saying, while you girls are doing flex training, do you mind if I take a few pictures for the yearbook?" She waved her cameraphone at me.

"Oh don't be silly, you hardly need our permission for that."

"Oh, I know. I just wanted to see if you minded." She stood off to the side. "I'll try not to be too intrusive."

I looked around the room at the rest of the girls. By this point, they had all climbed out of the pool, and were either drying themselves off, or putting their heels back on. "Is everyone ready?"

They nodded and took their places on the exercise floor. I stood at the front of the group. "Okay, ladies, position one, the strut." In well-practiced synchronization, we all struck a runway model pose, one leg in front of the other, shoulders back to stick out our chests.

Marilyn began making her way around the room, occasionally taking snapshots. "You don't mind if I have some of you pose individually," she said. It didn't really sound like a question, but the statement was true - we didn't mind. She approached a blonde in the back corner. "I just need to get a few shots of you without the bikini," she said. Valerie, the blonde, nodded, happy to oblige the perfectly reasonable request.

As she stripped off the g-string, Marilyn knelt in front of her, giving me a clear view up her skirt. Dark black hose seemed to be the fashion of choice for teachers here. "Just spread your legs a bit, dear," Marilyn said. She snapped a few shots of Valerie's neatly trimmed bush.

I tried not to get distracted. "Okay everyone, position two, the centerfold." We all got down on our knees, then leaned back with our legs apart. A few girls needed to grab their heels like handles to keep themselves balanced.

"Turn around and bend over," Marilyn instructed Valerie. It was such a cute pose. She snapped a few shots of Valerie's shapely ass. "Okay, tits, please," she told Val.

"Position three, girls, the stripper," I called. With our legs still spread, we each ran our hands down our bodies, cupping a breast with one hand, sliding the other tantalisingly in between our thighs. Marilyn finished her shots with Val, who took up the stripper position. As she moved on to the next girl, Marilyn's phone buzzed, and she answered it.

"Hello? Oh, Mr. Peters, did you get them? How does she look? Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I'll keep trying for you, don't worry." She listened for a few minutes. "There's about forty of them here. Oh, probably at least an hour." She paused. "Well, if I took group shots, that would go a bit quicker, I suppose. Yes, I understand. As quickly as possible. No problem at all." She shut her phone again.

"Alright, now, position..." I began.

"Jennifer, stop talking." Marilyn said. I didn't really have anything important to say, so I was happy to do as she instructed. She was a teacher, after all. "Okay everyone, swimsuits off. I need to get at least two shots each of everybody's boobs, ass, and snatch. You can pose and group however you like, but I need clear shots, with at least six girls in each shot."

We didn't waste any time. Before she had even finished telling us about the group shots, Marilyn was almost immediately the only one in the room wearing anything more than a pair of shoes. We organized ourselves into groups of six to eight, each group performing three poses while the next group planned their shots. My first group did a lineup, all of us standing stiffly at attention with big smiles on our faces, then turning around and looking over our shoulders for the butt shot. One group stacked on top of one another, legs apart for the pussy part, then knelt in a ring to show off their asses. A few of us did a little girl-on-girl performance to get pictures of our tits, licking and fondling for effect. Mairlyn repeatedly had to give us feedback to ensure we didn't block the camera's view.

After about fifteen shots, her phone rang again, and she answered. "What do you think? I know, especially the cute brunette who coaches them." She frowned. "Oh, that's too bad. Wait, there was one more. Her name's Yasmine. Silly thing nearly destroyed herself. Oh, you already checked?" She sighed. "Well, sorry I couldn't be any help. Do you have any other commands for me?" She listened. "Well, I'll just continue posting the announcements, then." She closed her phone, then turned to me. "Thanks for all your help with the pictures," she said with a grateful smile.

"Oh, it was no problem. We liked having you here." I thought for a moment. "You know, you didn't get to be in any pictures," I told her.

She put a finger to her lips in a "hmm" gesture. "Well," she said, considering carefully, "He said he already had all the pictures he needed of me... but he didn't give me any further commands, so..." She reached a decision, handing me the camera. "Okay, but no more than fifty. I need to put up announcements. They're very important," she said as she began unbuttoning her blouse.

I looked through the digital viewfinder, framing her as she undressed. "Same as you said earlier? Tits, ass, pussy?" I asked.

"For starters," she said, unzipping her skirt and wiggling out of it. I mentally corrected myself: Crotchless black pantyhose was the fashion of choice for the teachers. She cupped her breasts, which were supported, but in no way concealed by her shiny red leather corset, and I took a nice close-up shot of them. "But this is just for fun, so we don't need to be so careful about framing." She looked around at the other girls. "In a few minutes, I'd like to do some spankings and a bit of masturbation with at least two other girls, so whoever wants to join in after the third or fourth picture, feel free."

She did a vertical split, the black stiletto on her left foot pointing straight at the ceiling while she remained perfectly balanced on her right. "Who brought lingerie?" She asked as I took a clear shot of her smooth mound. Everyone had brought at least two different lingerie combos, of course, just as we did for any swim meet. What else would we wear as we walked back to our dorms?

Marilyn faced away from me with her legs apart, and bent over until her head was directly between her feet, running her hands up her inner thighs and grabbing her but firmly with both hands. "Oh good," she said as I took another picture, "I think a fashion show is what's called for here." The third picture finished, a crowd of girls immediately joined her for the next round of images. I was disappointed, but I knew I would get to take my turn soon.

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