Lost in Fashion - Part 7

Jenny felt like every set of eyes were on her as she walked from the main entrance into the university building, in fairness she wasn't far wrong. She would look under-dressed at a trashy meat-market nightclub let alone one of the country's most prestigious fashion & design colleges. She was painfully aware of what she must look like...the amount of flesh on display was scandalous and the shoes forced her to sway as she walked giving her ass and breasts a distinct jiggle.

She distinctly noticed a group of guys nudge each other and gesture in her direction and her heart sank. She was only 5 minutes into the day and she was already hating every second of it. Some of the girls she recognised from her Fashion Studies course looked at her with a mixture of confusion and disgust as she walked through the foyer. Jenny tried to zone-out and fulfill the mission Professor LeVieux had given her, she needed to view this with detachment...it was all about learning how the clothes shaped how people reacted to her.

She hurried to the elevator and pressed the button, she couldn't decide whether to put her back to the wall or keep facing the door. She was accutely aware that the bottom of her buttock was visible under the bottom of the shorts but her breats were not being afforded much more cover from the tiny t-shirt she was wearing. Amanda really had done a brilliantly wicked job at making her look like a slut.

As she waited she heard a guy wolf-whistle...she wanted to turn around and confront whoever it was but she felt so vulnerable dressed like this. Instead she stayed still and stared at the lift doors willing them to open. By the time they did there was a crowd of people waiting. She looked around to see if Amanda had caught up with her yet but could see no sign of her. Resigned to facing this ordeal alone she strode into the lift.

It wasn't unusual for the lift to be crowded as lectures finished and other began. Jenny was soon crushed against the back of the metal cubicle as she ascended to halfway up the building. After they moved up from the second floor she became aware of a hand on her thigh. It didn't rub or stroke her but it was pressed against her as the bodies shuffled against each other in the confined spaces. Outraged she turned around face the guy who did it. He was a tall muscular guy standing on with some friends. He raised his other hand to his lips and gestured for her to stay silent. Jenny was stunned! How dare he grope her like, she wanted to scream and claw his eyes out but she felt utterly trapped and vulnerable dressed like this. She merely edged away from him. His friends were obviously in on the joke as they still silently raised eyebrows at their friend's boldness.

Jenny was a maelstrom and anger and humiliation but she was desperate not to draw attention to herself. The lift became more and more full and soon she her tormentors moved closer to Jenny supposedly to accomodate more people. Soon was crushed in amongst the guys...even with her heels on she was dwafed by them. She would probably not be visible amongst them now. They smiled at her triumphantly. The boldness of their advance made her feel powerless as five guys pressed their bodies onto hers. This time there were no hands on her, just bodies rubbing up against her. Was this normal? Was she just more sensitive because of her near nakedness?

She berated herself for not taking the stairs but part of her took in the scene with an air of detached curiosity. She was there dressed like a sex-hungry barbie doll, they were judging her and presuming she was a man-hungry slut looking for male attention. As if reading her mind the tallest, boldest of the group whispered almost imperceptably in her ear "Come with us...we could have some fun". She blushed furiously, she looked at him helplessly. Now she looked at him he was quite handsome and her he was casually hitting on her even though they had never spoken before in their lives. He took her silence as encouragement "We'll be careful, it'll be great".

She shook her head and he looked at her as if trying to fathom why on earth she'd refuse. The lift pinged and most of the occupants left including, mercifully, her admirers. Before they left one of them said "We're the Law faculty basketball team, you should come to our games...you could be our favourite supporter". They all left and the left door closed. She breathed a sigh of relief before looking round. There was now just a few other females in the lift...they looked at her with open contempt. Doubtless they presumed she'd been secretly cavorting with the guys. Jenny wanted to cry.

She made her way to her lecture theatre hoping to meet up with Amanda and stay anonymous for the rest of the day. Instead she ran straight into one of her least favourite people...Catherine Merton.

Catherine looked Jenny up and down and smiled broadly, it was a smile of pure contempt "So, I guess you've found a way to earn the money you need..." the lecture hall was filling up and several people were observing the exchange "...so is it lap dancing or full on prostitution?". A few people chuckled and one or two whistled at the harshness of the insult

Jenny was aghast she simply could not believe Catherine has said that

Catherine didn't let her reply "Who cares anyway...we all know you are screwed whichever it is. The sooner they kick trash like you out of the college the better".

Jenny loathed Catherine, at first they had gotten along but when it became clear Jenny was getting better marks than her Catherine had become more and more nasty. She was forever talking behin here back and mocking her for her poor background. This was something else however.

Jenny's hands balled up into fists, she had never been in a fight in her life and Catherine was much taller than her but she could hardly let her insult her like that. She was just about to advance on her nemesis when a familiar voice spoke up behind her. Amanda!

"I'd have thought a gossipping bitch like you would have heard already Catherine" Amanda said as she breezed into the room "Jennifer has got a full scholarship, she's going nowhere so you'll just have to make do with second place after all".

Catherine's look was pure poison "Found some charity to take your pathetic sob stories to? You'll have to tell me which one so I can make sure it doesn't get a penny of my tax money".

Amanda sat down and sighed as if Catherine was utterly, utterly beneath her "Catherine, interns don't get paid and therefore don't pay tax....seeing as no-one's going to pay you for your boring, lame designs you'll just have to continue to sponge off mummy and daddy"

Catherine rounded on Amanda "Oh like your parents don't pay for you too"

Again Amanda sighed wearily "We're both spoilt little rich kids Catherine, I just choose not to be a horrid little witch".

Again a ripple of laughter went round the room and Jenny actually thought Catherine was going to attack Amanda.

It was at that moment Professor LeViuex entered "Girls, if you can postpone your immature little cat-fight I would like to start my lecture".

Marianne moved towards her desk, on the way she paused to look at Jenny. She pursed her lips as she looked at Jenny's outfit and then raised an eyebrow to Amnda "Ahhh you English, you cling to your summer for as long as possible. Admirable Jennifer, admirable". Again a chuckle went round the room.

After that lecture was an anti-climax. Jenny wanted to tell Amanda of her outrage at the events in the elevator but there was no time. The two held back as everyone else left...they thought it was the best was to avoid more confrontation with Catherine.

As the last of the other student left Marianne started appladuing "Girls, I am so proud of you. You have embraced my challenge brilliantly. Jennifer, you diary entry from last night was perfect. So clever and thoughtful...I was not wrong in placing my trust in you girls. Keep this up and I think I will buy you a very expensive lunch after we visit some of the fashion houses in Paris".

She turned and left the room leaving too students stunned.