Agent Provocateur (Tangerine and BoomJill)

[Tangerine]

After making sure there was no one other than her in the ladies’ room, Candice opened her handbag to pull out a geeky pair of glasses, which she didn't really need to see better. Yeah. Her sight wasn't really poor, but she wore them anyhow. Next: her hair. She tied back her chestnut locks into a tidy ponytail. It was amazing how little changes like these could have a big effect on one's visage. If the idea was turning into a studious, introvert, unassuming geek who only wanted to attend her classes, she kinda looked the part now.

Pulling up her leggings further next, she made sure the fabric was nicely stretched. A better defined bottom hard to miss? Check. For good measure, she folded the hem of her top inwards once as well.

“Sorry, I'm in a hurry,” Candice spoke to herself in the mirror, changing her voice to make it more high-pitched. More annoying was her goal. Nodding, she flashed a smile of confidence. Before she exited, however, she left that assertive Candice behind to be someone else.

The halls were always crowded between the classes. She didn’t quite have a reason to be in this part of the campus. Or in this faculty for that matter. Which was convenient to wander around without being recognised. After glancing across, she picked a victim from the crowd.

“Sorry, sorry!” Candice hugged her backpack and marched through people. Seemingly by accident, but totally deliberately, she stepped on her so-called target’s foot, twisting her ankle to make it hurt more. “In a hurry!” She fleetingly walked away. Not too far, though. She dropped her backpack a few steps later. How clumsy of her.. And the way she bent down to pick it up wasn't very ladylike.

[BoomJill]

The victim in-question was walking down the hallway whilst chatting with her friends; or to be more specific, her teammates. They all wore matching short, green gym shorts and white jerseys, outlining their lithe, athletic frames. Sweat glistened from their foreheads and a towel was slung around the target's shoulders- seemingly just getting done with practice. The tallest of the bunch has long, black hair that was tied back into a ponytail, and a set of hazel eyes that were not paying attention to the stereotypical nerd that was barreling towards her...

"-Woah!" She exclaimed once her shoe was stepped on, only to turn and squint as the nerd stumbled forward. "Hey, watch it!" She grumbles. While such an act wouldn't irk her so easily, the nasally, high-pitched tone the girl took wasn't helping matters. Coupled with being fresh with practice, the volleyball player was pretty pumped up! However, there was one, particular aspect of this girl that made this geek impossible to outright ignore.

As Candice leaned over to pick up her bag, their leggings-clad rump was propped straight up. To most, it was nothing more than some dweeb who wore their pants a little too tight.. but for the volleyball player who traded many an ass slap in the locker room, it was an opportunity that couldn't be passed up. A wicked grin tugs at her lips. As the tomboyish girl stepped forward with a hand reeled back, her intentions were clear.. and Candice would quickly realize she picked the wrong(?) person to single out.

T h w a c k !

A firm palm, hardened from years of volleyball practice, cracked soundly upon Candice's lifted bottom. The meshy nature of their pulled-tight leggings did very little to cushion the impact, undoubtedly leaving a faint handprint beneath those now-jiggling cheeks. The force behind the swat would threaten to cause Candice to fall over entirely, and the deafening crack of her palm caused the otherwise bustling hallway to fall silent for a moment.. only to be broken by a fit of giggles from her teammates.

"Whew! Sounded like you took that dweeb's ass off, Rachel..!" One of the girls says, only to tug the tomboy off toward their next class. As she walks away, Rachel gazes down at her now-numb palm; a contemplative hum escaping her. Maybe she swung too hard? Whichever the case, she wouldn't even bother glancing back at the dweeb as she walked off, leaving Candice to deal with their now-stinging posterior.

[Tangerine]

It would have probably been better had she left her backpack unzipped. Gathering the escapees would have given her an excuse to stay bent longer. Well, that proved to be unnecessary anyhow. She must have broken a personal record of sorts regarding how little had passed between putting herself in a provocative position and receiving what she wished for so boldly.

If it was loud enough to overwhelm the usual hustle and bustle of the hall, it ought to be a powerful one. Well she herself didn’t need to hear it per se to know it was. Somewhat caught off-guard by how hard of a smack this volley-gal administered, Candice yelped accordingly, “Aa-hah!” Different to some other cases, she didn't have to act this time as it genuinely hurt. So that was the real Candice yelping.

Of course, she couldn’t have expected others to stay unresponsive to this act of bullying. There wasn't anything too unexpected about that part. Among the chuckles that aroused, her legs gave. She first fell to her knees. Then on her side, bum first. Her sideways hips bounced a couple of times. By the time she looked to check the individual who just attempted to destroy a poor nerd’s bum, the group was already walking away. “Rachel…” she quietly repeated to herself. “I got your licence plate..” Yeah. Some vengeful feelings were stirred in her. At the same time, she kinda liked it. Which meant she would be seeing her so-called bully again.

Thankfully, there was a gentleman to help her up. “T-thanks.” Once back on her feet, she dusted off and adjusted her glasses. “Unbelievable. That was awfully inappropriate. And rude!” She was supposed to be offended and bashful, so she acted that way. “We have a class in common too. I hope she skips it to go to her stupid gym instead.”

“Is it Basic Economics? Unlikely. Heard that the attendance is pr…” her hero started to say something. She didn't listen to all of it. Just enough to set a course.

Upon finding the classroom in question, she wasn’t quick to enter. She waited outside rather. Although this Rachel gal’s face never got into her view, her tall figure allowed Candice to identify her. Her intention was to hinder her. And she did that right in the door. “Oh you’re the person who… Well that was very rude!” Candice suggested. The fact that she wasn’t as tall made her look up. “And you owe me, something,” she awkwardly said. It wasn't merely an apology either. Her plan was to elaborate on it somewhere else. Like an empty classroom. That was where she wanted to lead her. At the back, subtle rocking of her hips made her backhead bob while she walked. She wasn't wearing it, but holding it behind her with both hands.

[BoomJill]

"Did you hear how loud Rachel spanked that dweeb earlier?"
"Hoh-my-gosh, it was TOO funny! Did you hear that yelp? Snrk!"
"Yeah! She ain't sitting comfy in her next class, that's for damn sure..."

As her friends continued to talk about Rachel's spur of the moment spank, she was noticeably quiet as she mulled over what she did. Giving her teammates the occasional, hearty swat on the ass was one thing, but a stranger? And such a hard smack at that! She grimaced, feeling a twinge of guilt over doing it in front of everyone. But, at the same time.. wasn't that girl kinda asking for it? Surely, anyone in her position would have done the same. These were the thoughts that she took back to the locker room in order to freshen up for her next class.

"Aha-.. yeah, yeah. See you later!" Rachel calls out, giving a brief wave to the rest of the girls before turning to head to her class. Her sporty ponytail was undone and replaced with sideswept bangs and lengthy hair, and her attire was now something more casual; denim shorts and a black top. Even still, her height and frame were dead giveaways to anyone looking for her.

"Hum.." Now that she thought about it, was that girl familiar.. at all? Her brow furrowed as she tried to recollect the chestnut-haired girl, to no avail. That aggravating, high-pitched tone was definitely something she'd have remembered. A quiet exhale escapes her nostrils as she shakes her head. Maybe she wouldn't run into that girl ever again!.. or, maybe that girl was standing right outside of her next class.

"Wh-.. How did you-?" Rachel asked, stunned that the shorter girl was able to find her next class. Those deep, hazel hues trailed down to stare back at Candice. Before she could ask how they found her, she'd be subject to a few jabs at her conscious. Even if Candice was still maintaining that nerdy persona via making their tone obnoxious, their words rung true. By the end of their tongue-lashing, the volley-gal's shoulders slumped forward slightly. "Ah-.. yeah, maybe that was a liiiiittle uncalled for. Sorry 'bout that," she says.

Candice's plans to get the tomboy alone were seemingly foiled, as her attempts at gesturing elsewhere went unnoticed. That's a problem with trying to act like a nerd- you often go overlooked! Assuming the apology was enough, Rachel turned to head into her next class- leaving the girl to her own devices if not stopped. "See ya'."

[Tangerine]

One would think why she went through the trouble of playing others into giving her bum a good swat in the first place. Being a decent looking young woman with a certain appeal, surely she could have just asked for it, if that was indeed what she hankered for. Even as the prudish nerd she pretended to be, she should have been able to find someone who was into landing her bum a helping hand. Yeah, land. Not lend. Well, it wouldn't have been as exciting. Or spicy, as she called it. Her own whimsical way was just hotter.

Unaware that she’d been on the group’s lips thanks to that incident from earlier, she continued with her little lies. Which wasn't nice, lying, but how she presented herself was a lie by itself anyhow. “Well, I’m also taking this course. How could you not kno-I guess I’m not the girl who stands out the most at school,” she answered the question she was about to ask. That was her shallow interpretation of the geeks with minds more brilliant than hers. Little questions constantly popping in, and being resolved faster than they were uttered. “Unless it happens unintentionally, like that one time.”

Dropping her bag, she leaned back against the wall, hands between her soft bottom and said wall. “Should be sorry for making me miss today's lecture too!” she suggested when Rachel was seemingly about to walk away a second time. “You spanked me so hard, that…” she paused to flash a forced smile of ‘everything’s normal, everything’s splendid’ at some students walking past. Speaking that last bit admittedly triggered a pulse in her pants also. “That I can't take a few bloody steps without flashing my underwear because of you,” Candice continued. In the back, her hands worked to render her claim true. Kinda. She stretched the modestly thick fabric, pushed her fingers through it, tearing her leggings to give herself a window no one would like to have in public. “You ought to find me something else to pull up my legs.” She crossed her legs at the ankles, glueing her thighs together.

[BoomJill]

Blissfully unaware of Candice's true intentions behind conversing with her, Rachel stood across from her with a quirked brow. While she would deny it if accused of such, the volley-gal was admittedly on the dumber side. She was quick to take things at face value, and rarely ever thought about things for too long. Even still, the claim about the nerd being a part of her class was.. strange. It explained why this goofball was so quick to find her, but did she really not notice this girl being in her class this whole time?

"Hnng.." Suspicions rose, but she couldn't explain why else this girl would be standing before her like this! She huffs under her breath before shaking her head. "I, uh-.. yeah. Guess I never noticed," she mumbles out, giving some credence to the claim of Candice not standing out that much. With a shrug, she looked as if she was about to walk into the classroom once more-- but again, Candice was quick to interject! Lips pursed, she plants a hand on her hip before jutting it out to the side.

"Yeah, spanked you so hard that what? Can't sit down right?" Rachel asked amid Candice's intentional pause, unaware of why they stopped talking. She may have asked a bit too loudly as some of the passersby turned to give the fidgeting nerd a curious look. The tomboy wasn't exactly known for her tact, or ability to read the room. Quite the contrary- she spoke her mind and wore her heart on her sleeve. Because of that, the moment Candice explained the issue, the guilt she felt was clear as day; grimacing, as she came to terms with ripping the seat of this dweeb's leggings.

"Shit..! I-- sorry! O-okay, I can fix this," Rachel stammered, only for her to put a hand to her forehead as she racked her brain for an answer. Oh, if only she knew the truth- that Candice's hand was working on making some evidence for their false claim. Ignorant as they came, the volley-gal turned her gaze away from those squished-together thighs to gesture toward the stairs at the end of the hall.

"My locker's on the next floor. I-.." She sighs, brow furrowing as she comes to a conclusion she doesn't quite like.. ".. I'll lend you my volleyball shorts for the day, yeah? It'll keep you from showin' your undies to the whole campus at least." Hoping that would be enough to appease this girl and her "unfortunate" wardrobe malfunction, she attempted to take the lead and guide this prudish nerd to her locker.

[Tangerine]

In a way, it was an irony that she complained about showing too much after doing that intentionally not too long ago. Not that it was unintentional this time. Had she not been suggested one, her idea to fix this little issue would have been switching tops with Rachel. Her taller spanker’s shirt would be like a dress for her. A rather flirty one, but still long enough to cover things. Probably. .

“Could we not..” Averting her eyes by looking left and right, she swayed in place. “Talk about it? How you spanked me so hard?” Candice asked, mentioning the very thing she apparently didn’t want to talk about. Other than that, she should be in theory OK with anything that would save the day. Volleyball shorts then. Since she herself played tennis, she wasn’t foreign to snug garments that favoured mobile legs more than anything else.

“Thanks,” she simply said. “Another thing.” Spreading her legs, she pulled her backpack from the front. Bum against the wall, she bent down and pushed a hand into the bag, pulling a notebook out. “It hurts my wrist to carry my bag like that? Can you grab it for me till then?”

While striding through the hall, she made use of the notebook. She held it sideways behind her, shielding her bottom. It wasn’t wide enough to cover it all. But then again, it only needed to curtain the centre. Although she didn’t exactly know where the aforementioned locker was, she opted to move past Rachel at some point and walk in front of her instead. Like cats often did.

“I didn't check it, by the way. If it left a mark.” She looked back over her shoulder. “It felt so tho.” If Rachel indeed felt sorry for it, she rubbed more salt into it. Her notebook flapped more when she turned her head back. And she had widened the slit that ran down the back of her leggings enough to flash the pastel lilac she wore underneath.

[BoomJill]

In truth, Rachel would have favored swapping tops instead of parting with her shorts. While Candice's shirt would have been too small and tight, she wouldn't have even thought about it until after the swap had been made. Instead, she's now parting ways with the lower half of her uniform with some dweeb she doesn't even know the name of. Ugh.

"You brought it up first!" She exclaimed, her tone showing a hint of frustration. As bad as she felt about this girl's predicament, it didn't make Candice's nerd act any less convincing- or annoying. Regardless, she'd oblige- staying silent about her assault for the time being while the chestnut-haired lass dropped their bag in front of them to fish out a notebook. Once asked to carry it, she could only deadpan.

"..." 'This girl.' Candice was whittling away the culpability she had built up over this conversation, evident by the furrowed brow the tomboy made at the other's request. Even so, it was simple enough for her to oblige without argument. Leaning down slightly, Rachel swung her left hand into the loop in the top of the backpack to sling it over her shoulder. As she turned to lead them, the shorter girl was quick to walk in front of her. Her lips purse for a moment as she's not only forced to slow her normal walking speed some, but she is now also required to give Candice instructions on where to go! Her annoyance builds, but she quietly complies as she follows a few steps behind now.

"Hnng. I already said I was sorry, okay?" As Candice looked over their shoulder, Rachel met their gaze for only a moment before sheepishly glancing off to the side. If the goal was to make the tomboy feel a bit more bad about her actions, she succeeded. "Even if I did, the stinging won't last too long. I've gotten a few of my friends just as good as I got you, and they only complained for a few hours, at most--.."

As she spoke, she turned to face forward again.. only to go quiet as the notebook covering the nerd's rump flapped upwards. The bright, lilac fabric of their underwear contrasted heavily with the black leggings they wore, making the tear in the back extremely hard to miss. Now keeping her head tilting up, she conscientiously attempted to stop herself from looking again.

"-.. Ugh. Okay, head up the stairs and take a left."

[Tangerine]

Not knowing the layout of the building didn’t really help. For a girl who didn’t want to make the colour of her knickers common knowledge, it was an inconvenience to wander around aimlessly. Thanks to the directions coming from behind, the wandering wasn't aimless though. While said directions were for her ears, she wondered if there were glances meant for somewhere else. Which happened to be the reason she elected to walk ahead of Rachel. And her excuse would be having someone behind her who knew about her situation as opposed to a third party.

Right at the bottom of the stairs she was supposed to climb, Candice stopped and turned around. “But I’m not one of your friends you could casually swat after scoring a point on the court.” The expressive way she said it sent her arms waving about.

Since this wasn't an escalator that only moved in one direction, there were people moving down too. An unhurried pair of students descended, “Is purple trending again?” and continued down the hall without stopping their conversation.

“Hoo!” Candice pulled her hands back again. It probably wasn't the best time to stop and argue over stuff when there was a not-so-subtle hole in her bottoms. She turned around and started walking. While doing so, she picked up the pace too. It inevitably resulted in a bouncier bottom. More so when her leggings failed to confine it. Like an annoying run in a pair of tights, the opening in the back grew as well.

“I'm not angry, by the way. Helping me is a decent move that kinda undoes it.” She stopped again. At the top this time. Candice spun to face her new friend. “It ought to, right?” Turning to her right, she stepped forward. “I mean, left.” Then she turned back. “This is the wrong left, isn't it?” She pivoted again.

[BoomJill]

Just as she was about to make her way up the stairs, she was stopped by Candice who turned to lecture her again. The way the little dweeb sporadically waved her arms as she spoke was as amusing as it was annoying. Part of her wonders if she should have just walked into her classroom to leave the pantsless wonder to fend for herself, but it was too late now!

"--Pbfft..!" A little giggle escaped Rachel as one of the passing students commented on the color of Candice's drawers. "That should be your cue to stop whining about your butt and start moving it instead."

And move it, she did. Even with the notebook held over the seat of her leggings to maintain some modesty, the heightened pace and the nature of the stairs made Rachel privy to all of the bouncings behind it. As well as the quiet 'skrr' of the tear in Candice's leggings widening slightly with every step. As amusing as they were, the volley-gal resisted the urge to tease them about it and kept her head up. Just as she thought this little escapade was going to reach its conclusion, she found herself stopped just before reaching the top of the stairs.

"-.. Yeah? Well, uh- glad to hear you're not mad..." Even if that made one of them. The way Candice flip-flopped between directions was enough to get her brow to twitch. It wouldn't even be that big a deal if she wasn't missing her Economics class for this! Stepping behind Candice, she grabs the collar of their shirt.

"No, dummy. Wrong right." She has no qualms with strong-arming Candice to turn the other way, dragging them so that they are faced the correct way. "Right left!" While lacking the weight of the earlier one, Rachel swung her right hand down to give Candice a quick, encouraging swat through the back of her notebook. "Now get movin'! I'm missing attendance for this, y'know..."