Lowewood Academy

“Alright, let’s see it. Drop your trousers.”
  
These aren’t words with which one is usually greeted upon entering the room of a fellow prefect but, true to form, Amelia Fox-Knightly was proving herself to be the exception to the rule. Still, the majority of the other guys in my year had spent a good portion of their private wanking time fantasising about a good hard shag with Miss Fox-Knightly, and so a chance of seeing some action with her, regardless of the unorthodox circumstances, was not something I was going to turn my nose up at.
  
I let my trousers drop to my ankles.
  
“Robert, I’m told that your cock is quite a sight to behold. I have a recording of your cute little attempt at cabaret of course, but unfortunately the screen is rather too small for me to see what all the fuss was about. I hope it’s worth the hype. So far, this year’s Upper Sixth is a real disappointment you know. No-one even compares to Jason Oak. Even Farthingdale knew what he was doing in bed. But you lot? Hopeless. So, Robert, let’s have a look shall we?”
  
It was going pretty well so far. Part of me had feared that Amelia would use the video footage as an excuse get herself some brownie points by reporting the matter to the Headmaster, or maybe even blackmail me into allowing her to whack me herself. But having one of the most desirable girls in the school look at my cock wasn’t exactly unpleasant. I went to lower my boxer shorts.
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This week is the week of the school show and the whole school is humming with anticipation. Loads of people are involved – on the stage like me (I’m playing Fay, one of the girls as Madame Dubonnet’s finishing school), in the school orchestra, backstage (doing lights, costumes, make-up, props and scenery amongst others) and front-of-house, doing refreshments, selling programmes and tickets, raffle tickets etc. There must be about 100 people doing something or other, with Richard as the head honcho director and producer (Mr Morris, the head of drama helps him out, although he does that subtly), Mrs Duncan has done the choreography and Miss Baddenham the singing.

The story, for those of you who don’t know (most of you I guess!) is about five girls at finishing school in Nice (which Emma says is in France, which makes sense, because the maid Hortense and the Headmistress of the school Madame Dubonnet both have French accents) who all want a boyfriend. We all have lots to do, but the two main female characters are Polly (Catherine Lamplugh a swot from Sandwich) who is sweet and shy and rich and Maisie (Jessica Davies) who is pert and flirty and rich. Jessica obviously has to do more acting than Catherine, because she’s never even seen a fifty pound note! Polly ends up with the son of Lord Brockenhurst, called Tony, who is played by Marcus Whittaker from Byron house and Maisie marries a rich American, Bobby Van Husen, played by Dan Johnson. Irritatingly, Dan and Jessica have great chemistry together in the part, probably because they’re snogging off-stage as well as on, so they look better as a pair than Catherine and Marcus.

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Well, it happened. I scored at the soiree – but not quite in the way I expected. But it was pretty exciting overall….

The first major surprise of the evening was that my make-up artist managed to totally disguise my bruised eye and made me look gorgeous. I couldn’t understand how any of the Lowewood males (or females, for that matter, there are plenty of girls in the sixth form that go both ways, such as Louisa Grantley-Knighton, Maria de Claria Compostella and Celia. Who are all in Wilkes. Now what does that say about Wilkes? ) could keep their hands off me and I was fully expecting to be flooded with requests to dance. My silver Prada dress was pretty sexy and my shoes were to die for. Emma also looked bloody good in scarlet. It was a shame that Richard totally ignored me and carried on talking to Celia when we gathered in the Great Hall to wait for the bus, but Spencer Waterstone, Matt Golding, Sam Sherwood and James Stevens all gave me the eye.

The second major surprise of the evening was the appearance of Jessica Davies, actually wearing a dress and not some rubbishy thing from Primark either, but a silk, old-rose dress that fitted her like a glove. She actually managed to look half-human, its amazing how good clothes can make even plain girls like Jessica, who is plainer than a vanilla muffin, look half-decent! Bet that was borrowed from Beth Somerton. Even though she sat with Beth and Sylvie on the bus, she arrived in the Great Hall, in the company of Dan and Jason - how the bloody hell did she manage that one?

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