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This is an edited version of Lady Lucia’s “The Teaching Assistant” posted with her permission.

You can see the original here: https://www.ladyluciastories.com/storie ... nt-part-11

I liked the premise and wanted to do a more ENF version. As with most of my scribbles, it is roughly set in a Tracey Smith/Joe Doe modern slavery setting.

The beginning is pretty much the same, but I diverge quickly after that.


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Part 1

It all started with a bored teenage girl.

Eighteen year old Ashley Roberts was one of the most popular girls at Westridge Academy. Normally, a hot, rich girl would be content with not working a day in her life, but Ashley wasn’t your average spoiled brat. There was a method to everything she did, including the hours spent working in the main office as an assistant.

It wasn’t about the money; the pennies she made for sitting at the front desk for a few hours every week were nothing compared to the allowance her parents wired to the private high school every month for her to treat herself and to pay the poorer scholarship girls to do her homework. Not that her parents knew the latter.

But money isn’t everything. The assistant position gave Ashley access. All kinds of access. Being in the main office let her suck up to teachers and administrators with none of her peers around to catch her in the act. When no one was looking over her shoulder, she could peruse the files of any student she wanted to check out. Ashley could go into the system and change students’ grades. Never a lot; nothing noticeable. But if a girl was irritating her, Ashley could change an A to an A- or a B+ to a B. Worst case scenario, one of those girls would notice an error or two and appeal their grade to get it fixed. If they kept copies of their previous semesters’ grades, of course. Without proof, they’d just look like girls trying to boost their GPA. For the most part, Ashley assumed that her little edits would go unnoticed. It was more for personal satisfaction and petty revenge, as flaunting her exploits would get her into some serious trouble.

There were protocols that were supposed to prevent such abuse, of course, but administrators were busy. Ashley wasn’t supposed to be at the desk without supervision, and technically the rule was to log a student worker out of the computer’s main account whenever there wasn’t a member of faculty present in the office. No one had time for that. Ashley worked there all the time, and always with a polite smile and a helpful attitude. Micromanaging her was too much of a hassle, especially since it would mean constantly pulling her away from the computer whenever anyone had to deliver a copy, grab a signature, or take a quick meeting. Ashley was good at her job. She kept everyone’s schedules up to date, she filed paperwork like a pro, and, after a few weeks of working there, no one batted an eye when she was the only one manning the office.

Ashley was quite happy with the arrangement. Her friends bought the excuse that she worked over lunch every few days, or on a Saturday morning once a month, as a punishment for whatever trouble she was causing that week. The administrators trusted her enough to leave her alone, and knew nothing about her antics outside of classroom hours. It was perfect; the lies to her girlfriends gave her a rebellious reputation and the lies to the adults kept her in good standing at the school.

Most importantly, her admin-like powers just added onto what being rich and popular already granted her.

It was ideal.

Like most things, however, the job eventually grew monotonous. Her grades got a small upward boost, her enemies’ grades took a minor hit, and there was nothing else she could really get away with while still avoiding any suspicion.

Until the inspiration that struck her in the form of a little blonde haired target.

Part 2

Amelia Martin nervously sat in her car, counting down the minutes.

She had aimed to be early, but not this early. Her interview was at 10:00 AM, and she pulled into the parking lot just before 09:30. After triple checking her hair and outfit in the mirror, all she could do was draft verbal answers in her mind. Strengths and weaknesses, why she wanted the job, etc. Fresh out of college, the still twenty-two year old really, really needed this.

Westridge Academy was one of the last private schools even accepting female job applicants. The Female Slave Act had been passed during her first year of college and now during her miserable job search she frequently wondered if she should have just given up and quit college right then and there.

If this didn’t work out, she didn’t know what she was going to do. Public schools were a nightmare and going to the government job programs these days were possibly worse, females couldn’t refuse a job offer (no matter how awful), and instead of starting on probation like the men, they were indentured for the first six months. Barely better than slavery!

This wasn’t a full teaching job, but it was a proper job. It was somewhere between a TA position and an internship. Grading papers, leading review sessions, and observing classes would all be part of the teaching side of things, but she would also be responsible for a bit of clerical work around the office. In this day and age, a dream job for a girl like her.

She gave herself one last look in the car window, then walked towards the private school’s main office. Everything about her image was carefully crafted.

Amelia’s first and last growth spurt was in middle school. She was one of the first in her class to get curves, but that excitement didn’t last for very long. Year after year, her peers developed more and more in the height department, and she found herself stuck pretty much a foot behind them. As a woman, now. She had accepted it, but it didn’t prevent that self conscious feeling from creeping in every now and then when someone assumed she was younger than she was. Liquor stores would excessively check her ID, people would often assume she was still in high school whenever she wore anything too casual, etc. Amelia figured she might appreciate her youthful features when she was older, but it was a huge pain at her current age.

For that reason, she went through plenty of lengths to subvert her immature features. Three inch heels, for height. She was always tempted to do more, but it was important to find a balance between comfort and image. Her long, blonde hair was always straightened and then gently curled at the ends for a mature, attractive look. Finally, tactical make-up to hide the few freckles that came with her fair skin, and whatever subtle tricks with eye shadow and other additions here and there that completed the day’s image. Padding her bra was just about the only thing she didn’t feel the need to do.

Normally that was it, but her interview called for a classy outfit as well. Hopefully the modest black skirt and white blouse combo would paint her in a mature and professional light.

It was easy enough to find where she had to go. The signage in the administration building was intuitive; no surprise there. However, Amelia hadn’t expected the main office to be so empty. As she let the heavy wooden door close behind her, the only face to be found was that of a dark haired student sitting behind the front desk. “Can I help you?” the girl asked, already looking her way after the door opening caught her attention.

“Umm,” Amelia hesitated. She had expected someone on staff, not some girl that was clearly a student here. The plaid green tie over the white button-down was the same as what Amelia had seen on the website during her prep research, as was the dark blazer sitting on the back of the girl’s desk chair. Though Amelia couldn’t confirm it from where she was standing, she assumed the girl also had the plaid skirt that matched the tie underneath. “I’m here for an interview with Mrs. Chambers.”

“Student teacher, I’m assuming?” the girl asked. She looked Amelia up and down without being particularly subtle about it, “You don’t look like the IT type. What’s your name?”

Rude. Or maybe ‘blunt’ would be the better word. One of the challenges of working at private school with mostly girls would be dealing with judgemental rich girls. “Amelia. Amelia Martin,” she said.

“Ashley. Ashley Roberts. Nice to meet you,” the girl said, her lips pursed in a small smile. “Please, take a seat. I’ll be right with you,” she added as she turned her attention to the computer at her desk.

After a few minutes of typing and clicking, Ashley stood up and marched confidently up to the bag of nerves that was Amelia Roberts.

“Firstly we have to get you naked, so if you'd please take your clothes off.” Ashley said matter of factly.

“Excuse me?” Amelia half squealed as she looked up at the much taller girl looming over her.

Ashley rolled her eyes before replying, “We do not allow contraband past this point and that includes unauthorised clothes. Needless to say, girls always go to their interviews naked, regardless of whether they are new students or not.”

“But I'm not a slave, I can’t go to my interview naked.” Amelia said meekly, unable to think of anything else to say.

“Nevertheless, the clothes you are wearing are not allowed.” Ashley said impatiently. Not waiting for Amelia’s response, she took hold of Amelia’s shirt collar and pulled her to her feet. Then she began to unbutton Amelia’s shirt, clearly intent on stripping her right there.

“Ashley, please.” Amelia begged, but the tall girl responded, “Sorry, but rules are rules” and pulled open her blouse revealing her bra-clad breasts. Ashley quickly popped open the bra’s front clasp and Amelia’s perky tits jiggled in their sudden freedom.

Then she pushed the blouse and bra straps off Amelia’s shoulders and down her arms until they slipped off. Almost before they had hit the ground, Ashley yanked down Amelia’s skirt and panties.

Amelia lost her voice, unable to protest further as Ashley stripped her of not only her clothes but her authority and her dignity as well.

“These fancy heels will have to go too,” the tall girl said as she knelt down and yanked off her heels. Ashley tossed Amelia’s clothes and shoes behind the desk, before turning back to Amelia with a predatory gaze.

Looking her up and down, Ashley quickly disabused Amelia of any remaining vestiges of her status as a free woman. Earrings, necklace, rings, and watch were all quickly removed. Even Amelia’s hairgrips were taken.

Any respect Ashley had shown before was gone as she ran her fingers all over Amelia's body looking for anything to remove. Ashley ran her fingers through Amelia’s hair, put her finger in her mouth, hefted her breasts and squeezed her nipples, slapped her ass, and ran her finger across Amelia’s wet slit.

Amelia felt like a naughty girl being searched for contraband by her worst bully. And before she could collect her thoughts or find her voice, Ashley firmly took her arm and started to lead Amelia away and before Amelia knew it she was standing in the corridor completely naked and in full view of anyone who might happen along.

To Amelia’s relief the corridor was deserted, it was a Saturday after all, but they didn’t stay there. Ashley marched Amelia through a maze of corridors, up at least two floors, and until finally they reached a door labelled, “Headmistress Chambers.”

Amelia had never been more embarrassed, standing there naked in the hall! She knew that if she walked out she wouldn't get the job. And apart from anything else she wasn’t sure I could find her way back to her clothes through that maze of corridors, and doing it naked would be too scary!

“Now, stand here and wait for Mrs. Chambers. She messaged and said she was running late, but she will be here soon.” Ashley said, as she took Amelia by the shoulders and stood her by the door with her back to the wall.

“And stand up straight. Properly, with your hands by your sides.” She added sharply. Amelia had instinctively covered her breasts with her hands and kept her thighs together as much as she could to hide her sex, all while slouching. Ashley emphasised her order with a small but firm slap in Amelia’s face.

The slap did its job and Amelia dropped her hands to her sides and stood up straight, though she was unable to meet Ashley’s gaze, instead looking down at her feet, and missed the devious grin on her face.

With that, Ashley departed, leaving the naked and humiliated Amelia wondering how she had ended up in this position.

Does it end there? It seems like it would lead to more.

CommodorRaptr wrote: Tue Jan 06, 2026 8:46 am Does it end there? It seems like it would lead to more.

Yes, there is more, I just haven't finished writing it. The original is very long, but I only have a much shorter version in mind.

I'm looking forward to the next installment. If Amelia was wearing glasses, I'd love to see Ashley take them away making Amelia more vulnerable.

Mr. Smith wrote: Wed Jan 07, 2026 1:46 am I'm looking forward to the next installment. If Amelia was wearing glasses, I'd love to see Ashley take them away making Amelia more vulnerable.

I like this idea, but obviously Ashley would already have taken her glasses. I think I will add this element, but Amelia was wearing contacts for her interview.

I haven't finished anymore writing on this, but I wanted to add another supporting picture. This time of Amelia standing in the hallway, waiting for her interview.

I have once again not written anything new, lol...

I was going to share something but it's more than 9.5 MB. Well, here's a link:

What I was going to share was just my edit/cut of it that removed the ugly people but the video is still pretty good on its own. Especially on mute, lol.

Where are the last 30 seconds of the video?