Agent Provocateur (Tangerine and BoomJill)

[Tangerine]

Going the wrong direction wouldn’t be as big as a deal she made it to be. Just another hall of students to hide her bottom from. And she was kinda positive hers was the correct left. (It totally was!~) Of course, she couldn’t have known the location of that bloody locker better than its owner. So, she didn’t argue with Rachel further. The way she moved her about made it difficult to as well. “Try not to rip something else please,” she warned. There was no need after all to let others know if her bra matched what she had below.

“Oh, I’m getting dizzy,” she said when she finally stopped spinning around like a self-winding watch. The notebook did its job, protecting her bum from the haphazard smack she was given. Yeah, quite a dutiful notebook. Well it slipped through her fingers, which she herself relaxed. “Oh?” Candice looked down to see where it went. And so very accidentally kicked it back with the heel of her trainer. It had the right shape and weight to slide down the stairs.

“Oh!” Her hands raced over her bottom. She cupped the cheeks. The amount of purple fabric she felt against her fingertips was more compared to the start of their little journey. “It wasn’t that big before!” Instead of running after her fleeing notebook, she elected to head up to the nearest wall. She didn't face it of course. Pressed her supple buns against it rather. “And I don't mean my bum.”

Being a nerd and all, she sometimes forgot that she should be more worried about missed classes. Having other priorities at the moment didn't feel so out of character though. “Ten quid!” She frowned at Rachel. “There's your Economics class. That's how much I'm showing to everyone thanks to you.”

Asking Rachel if she could find something to replace that book would have made sense. Or just if she could fetch it. “Alright. Maybe you could just hug me from behind or something?” However, her solution was different. “We could be besties just trotting along together?” She suggested how it might look from outside as well. What she didn’t do was wait for a response. Boldly, Candice pushed herself away from the wall.

[BoomJill]

Rachel made a little "Oop!" as her efforts at hustling Candice along worsened things, as the spank inadvertently sent the notebook slipping out of her fingertips! Before she could even think about picking it up, the nerd bumped it with her heel. The smooth plastic cover allowed it to easily glide down the stairs and skid to the halfway point.

"My bad. I'll--" Before she could talk, she found her gaze caught by the sight of bright purple fabric, exposed to her by the widening gap in the other's leggings. In any other situation, it would have been a point of mockery and entertainment for the volley-gal. Alas, she only felt a twinge of guilt. She believed that the humorously large gap in the other's pants was because of her actions earlier, and she had to make it right! Somehow.

"You sure? Maybe it's just the hole in your leggings talking, but.. your bum seems pretty big, dweeb." Despite her guilt, Rachel couldn't help but poke fun at the nerd a little bit. Something about the way they were forced to press their cheeks against a hallway wall was enough to get her to smirk. "Hah! Ah~.. you're lucky I'm so nice! I'd be half-tempted to leave you like that otherwise."

Snrk! Not that her jovial attitude would last long, of course. Candice was quick to drive home the fact that this was Rachel's fault. Her teasing expression shifted to that of another grimace, and the realization got her to frown. "Ugh. Look- we're almost there, so you can stop bringing it up."

Forgetting about the notebook entirely, Rachel turned to head toward her locker- only to freeze up at Candice's latest idea. "You CAN'T be serious," the tomboy flatly stated. "No way! Look, just wait here. I'll go grab my shorts and..." In the middle of her explanation, Candice boldly stepped away from the wall and started walking down the hallway. "--Wait!" Without thought, Rachel stepped right behind the shorter girl. Toned arms loop around the other's shoulders to pull them snugly against herself. A compromising position for sure, made even more so by her denim front being pressed through the thin, lilac fabric.

".. What were you thinking?! You can't just-.. ugh!" Rachel huffs out, face reddening with slight embarrassment as people pass her in the halls and snickered at the situation. Teeth grit, she starts to walk forward, pushing Candice along with her toward her locker. "C'mon..!"

[Tangerine]

Although not really planning ahead, her spontaneous nature kept things escalating. Which was always preferable to dull in these situations. Or in any situation really. Almost like a possessive lover who was too jealous to let her underwear be seen by another, Rachel was quick to cover her bum with hers.

“It's perfectly compact, not big.” Still, Candice didn't fail to find something to complain about. “Besides, if the first thing that comes to your mind is me in your shorts, you're automatically agreeing yours isn’t all that different.”

As they started to walk like a two-car train, the scene didn’t look as normal as she promised it would be in the eyes of the third parties. Normal was always boring anyways. The close proximity of the locker didn't make Candice hastier either. On the contrary, she didn’t exactly hurry up. Actually, there were times she waited for a thrust from behind to take a step.

“I said bestie. Not boyfriend who hasn't seen me for years.” Since this was a volley-gal and not a volley-boy, she didn't know how much feedback her half-exposed arse offered during the grinding she forced Rachel to do in the back. Enough to imagine some other situations they would be pressed together rather intimately like this, she suspected. Judging by the meaningful snickers that came from around, that was probably true for others too. For once, the bad bad bully wasn’t the one who did the snickering.

Regardless, they finally made it. Somehow. “I hope they’re not too short,” Candice said on their arrival. “And taut. And spanking magnets.”

[BoomJill]

"I-- look. The last thing I want to think about is you taking my shorts, okay? This is just-.. urgent." She grumbles out the last word, only to grit her teeth as another pair of giggles come her way. Truth be told, she couldn't blame them for the passing students teasing her. Had the roles been reversed, she'd have undoubtedly picked on the sports girl clinging so needily to a nerd, of all things... yet here she was. And somehow, it only got worse.

"WH-- Oi! I-I thought I had to stay close so that no one could see your panties!" Rachel blurted out, face a fluster from Candice's sudden remark of how scandalous of a position the two were in. As it stands, the volley-gal was in a phase of her life where she could swing either way if the girl was cute enough. And if she were put under a lie detector, she would admit that the feeling of a round bottom squishing against her pelvis felt nice. Or, well, it would be. Unfortunately, it was attached to a high-pitched nerd that found it necessary to inconvenience her every step of the way. Coupled with this being a bustling hallway and, well.. any sort of "feelings" that Candice's bottom may have invoked were the furthest thing from her mind.

"Can you--" Bump! She did a pelvic thrust that forced Candice to walk forward. "--pick your feet up, please?! It's at the far end of the hall..!" Her frustration was at a breaking point. The chestnut-haired dweeb continued to test both her own luck, but Rachel who was reluctantly hug-walking them forward. Despite her requests, Candice would stop AGAIN.. and this time, she wouldn't be left off with a simple thrust, or complaint.

"Oookay, that's it.." She huffs through grit teeth as she releases Candice from her hug. Abruptly, her hands shoot down the waistband of the back of the other's leggings. She could have gone up through the hole, but she wasn't about to make this predicament any worse than it already was. Her fingers curled into the lilac elastic beneath before hauling it skyward! With an underhanded, two-handed grip, Rachel curled the nerd's undies up until she was dancing on her tiptoes. Inadvertently, the big rip in Candice's leggings was no longer flashing her underwear. They were now flaunting her round cheeks as fabric rode tightly between them.

Grinning now, she continued her way toward her locker; no longer walking with Candice, but practically carrying her by the seat of her knickers. Without the nerd being able to slow their pace, they'd make it over to the locker in only a few short moments. "There we go!" With a sound thwap, she let the knickers snap back into place before Rachel turned to fidget with her locker combination.

"Oh, I'm sure these shorts will be ju~st fine. If you do get spanked again, I'm sure it'll be your own fault." Rachel said, a bit more jovial after letting out some well-needed frustration. Her locker popped open a moment after, and her snug, green volleyball shorts were offered up to the nerd. "Here. Just bring them back tomorrow."

[Tangerine]

During the last few steps until the locker, Candice couldn't find more challenges to throw their way to make this more difficult than it should be. She supposed a bully had to hold her reputation though. Knickers wedging between buttocks was one of the common ways to achieve it, coming either right after or below spankings on the list.

“Oh no..” She felt it coming up. A cotton handsaw between her thighs. Her supple bottom was hungry enough to eat her underwear. The stretched fabric narrowed before being swallowed by her cheeks in the back. The waistband itself became a steering wheel of sorts to make sure she kept moving, and in the right direction. “This is kinda embarrassing..”

If the goal was preventing Candice from making a fool of herself by roaming about in a ripped pair of leggings, it was a failure. Being puppeteered like that surely attracted a decent amount of mockery. Channelled mostly through chuckles, it accompanied the last bit of her little trip to the locker. Half of her weight was on her toes. The other half was burdened by the bottom of her underwear. “Oww. Oww..” And it wasn’t the former that made her whimper.

“Hoo! It's cutting into me tho!” Candice paired her hands on the front, holding her crotch. They stayed there throughout the rest of the trip, where she had her probably ruined knickers digging into her lips.

In the end, she was finally able to get her hands on the promised shorts. “No, it’ll be totally your fault. Do you think people will shy away from spanking me after the way you make me look back there?” Grumbling, she investigated her new shorts, checking its pockets to see how many balls could be stored in them. Out of habit really. “Anyhow. Where should I bring them?” she asked. “I’m Candice by the way.”

***

Roommates. She liked them, for the most part. Well her dear roommate probably thought a little different, considering Candice’s antics and how whimsical she could be sometimes. She didn't know if Rachel had one. Having learnt her address, she was going to find out, she supposed. Only, not necessarily as that nerd from the other day.

The following day, she had her hair down. And it was blonde this time, with a pink highlight. Her spectacles were gone too. When combined with the cheery makeup she wore, it made her eyes stand out more. Less of a nerd, she looked more like a pop singer. One who wanted to join the volleyball team, it seemed. Rachel's shorts were on her hips. Slightly modified to be cheekier, as in revealing the undersides of her cheeks. She knocked at the door, humming and dancing her hips while waiting.

“Hey! Is this the place to sign up for tryouts? Mhm. Your new hitter!” Her head bobbed up and down excitedly. “Now that I'm no longer a cheer girl..”

[BoomJill]

While Candice's leggings couldn't be spared, odds are their lilac underwear would survive the few seconds of dangling Rachel forced her through. While the act was humorous in itself, hearing Candice's commentary caused the volley-gal to laugh alongside her peers. "Yeaaah, I bet it's cuttin' in there good!" She teased, proud of her handiwork by the time she released the other's elastic.

"Hmm.. good point. Don't worry, I doubt you'll find someone who'd spank you as hard as me." A strange comment out of context, though spoken in hopes of letting Candice know her leggings wouldn't rip again. With the shorts handed off, she leaned against the locker and watched the chestnut-haired girl inspect them. Unfortunately for her, these were the type of shorts that had no pockets.

"Candice, huh... I'm Rachel- captain of the volleyball squad," she answers with a hint of pride. "You can just bring them back to my locker--.." She pauses. After today, meeting up again in public probably wasn't the best idea. Shaking her head, she instead writes down her dorm number and hands it off. "-.. dorm room. Now get outta' here already-!"

* * *

As Candice turned down the hall to head toward her room, she may notice another girl stepping out the door she was on her way to. As they turned to walk down the hall, it became clear why Rachel was so patient with Candice's antics the other day. Meek, unassuming, and a pair of big, thick glasses made this nerd hard to miss. Her long black hair was tied back in a pair of long braids, coupled with a black skirt and a white turtleneck.

"Ah-..!" The nerd stepped further toward the wall, not wanting to incur the wrath of the, seemingly, popular girl as they passed each other. What a roommate. She stared longer than she had to once she looked back to see Candice swinging their hips at her door, but she eventually continued on her way...

Once Candice knocked on the door, a familiar tone could be heard from the other side. "--Huh? Ya' forget something, Sarah?" It wasn't long before the door opened, and the tall volley-gal from the other day was looking down at her new visitor. "Oh. Uh-.. 'sup?" Unlike the other day, Rachel wasn't dressed up at all- baggy black sweatpants and a loose, pink t-shirt made up her ensemble. With a hum, she gave the other girl an appraising look. She could've sworn she knew this girl from somewhere.. but the spunky attitude and those recently dyed blonde locks threw her off. Eventually, she'd shrug it off.

"Usually, tryouts happen during practice.. but hey, I love the enthusiasm! We can do a lil' interview for you." Just as she was about to step back into her room, she glanced back at the other girl. Imagining her on the court was difficult, but it would probably be fine. "You're a little short to be playin' volleyball-" She pauses, only to rustle up the stranger's blonde locks with a smirk. "-but with that attitude, I'm sure you'll make up for it." Stepping out of the doorway, she gestures for the other girl to come in.

"Make yourself at home. Name's Rachel- though whoever sent you here already told you that, I'm sure." Ironic. Had Candice stepped in, Rachel would shut the door behind them and headed toward her half of the room. One half tidy, and filled with generic, nerd fandom stuff. And the other half is slightly messy, yet charming with some sports posters, as well as some beanbags for when her teammates come over to hang out. "So, have you been playing volleyball for long?"

[Tangerine]

One would think pretending to be one for so long would make her grow some empathy for these nerdy types. Well she didn’t exactly. Whilst in the shoes of that popular blonde archetype everyone on campus thought as dumb and splendid in bed, she couldn’t have paid attention to every four-eyed person she came across. At least, it told her that there was now one fewer person in the room. Unless they were throwing a party in there and just kicked out the party pooper.

Either swaying her hips or tilting or head, or both, Candice acted restless at the door. Surely a well greased little flywheel who couldn't stand still for more than two seconds. “Oh, how did you know my name?” leaning in, she squinted to have a better view of Rachel. “It's Sarah, yeah.” She picked a name for her new self, without mulling over it too much. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

“Outside hitter then. Great!” Sarah proposed a position for a modestly tall gal such as herself. “I could hit just fine, you know.” Her lip tucked behind her teeth, the energetic bunny eyed her hostess. And captain, apparently. Speaking of outside, she would much prefer to be inside. And like a vampire, she only needed an invitation. And she got it.

After walking in, a single glance was enough to figure out which side of the room Rachel favoured, unless there was a big twist to it. Those soft, legless chairs one could sink in so cosily.. Yeah, they weren't where she rested her bum. She sat on the edge of the bed rather. “Well, I'm Sarah. I slept with the coach so they politely asked me to leave the cheerleader team.” She folded one leg over the other. Her taut little shorts helped her flaunt her legs and most of her thighs. “Yeah. I’m joking. I wanted to try a different team sport. I feel like I still haven't fully discovered who I am, if it makes sense,” she said. “Like an identity crisis. Do you have that too sometimes?”

[BoomJill]

Rachel tilts her head to the side as the energetic blonde shares their name. The odds of this girl sharing a name with her roommate were questionable, but it's not like Sarah was an uncommon name- it must have just been a coincidence. With a shrug, she steps out of the doorway and lets the other girl waltz her way in.

"Pfft. We'll see how well you hit tomorrow, rookie." She teases, all-too eager to get some fresh meat on the court. As she turned to head to the beanbags, she was none the wiser of the appraising look behind her. A round bottom filled out the seat of those sweatpants nicely, and her long black hair hung just above her lower back. Both of which were soon obscured by a beanbag as she sat down, leaving the captain's optimistic gaze to fall upon the other girl.

"Oh- uh.. usually, people sit over-.." She stumbled over her own words as Sarah casually sat themselves on the edge of her bed. Fleeting thoughts of how she should have tidied up her sheets, as well as how appealing those slender legs and thighs looked-.. She grit her teeth and glanced away. No leering at the new recruits, even if those legs and thighs were practically eye level. With her mind in that direction already, Sarah's coy remark got her face to quickly redden up.

"Y-You slept with the coach?! That's--.. o-oh.." She brought a hand up to her face, grimacing at how she fell for such an obvious joke. Shaking her head, she focused up on the interview and looked back up at Sarah. "I used to have that, yeah. I've had my slumps, but I always found myself coming back around. Don't worry though- on the volleyball team, we're one big family! Put in the work and you'll never feel that way again."