[M4F] Graduation Day

"Alexis Thompson." The principal's voice boomed over the PA. Alexis adjusted her goofy-ass mortarboard and stepped onto the stage. She confidently marched to the man holding her degree and instructions. She made she everyone could see her fancy, complicated new heels as she paraded out there. She hadn't been much of a student, so she really didn't have great expectations as to her instructions. "Just do better than Bella. All she got was a smile and a wave." She unrolled the scroll-like document. "Well, better than I'd hoped." She unsnapped her shapeless black gown and pulled the zipper. One quick shrug and it was gone. The crowd clapped and hooted at her. She was in just a perfectly-matching set of bra, panties, garter belt, stockings. She gave a few turns, swayed her hips, tossed her mortarboard into the crowd, then walked off stage.

"Helena Vasquez." She took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage. Her years as a star athlete seemed to pale in importance next to this moment. She smiled and waved to her extended family as she walked to the principal. She took her papers and posed for a picture before opening her instructions. It was just what she hoped! What her whole family had hoped for. She undid the top of her gown as her partner walked across the stage. He was a star athlete himself, already signed for the NBA. She made sure she was at a good angle for her mother's camera to catch her ample cleavage as she got on her knees for the boy. When he flopped all of those inches out onto her face, she saw her father wipe back a tear. It felt so good to make them this proud.

"Ivy Shawo... Jou? Xiao!" She rolled her eyes as the principal struggled with her last name. She had to stay focused. A lifetime of sacrifice at the altar of academics lead to this moment. She reached back, adjusted the plug one more time, then did her best to walk across the stage. It felt like it was prodding the back of her ribs. She was unsteady by the time she took her diploma, instructions, and vigorous handshake. There were flashbulbs going off everywhere. She was too dazzled by the lights to see him do it, but she heard the principal unzip. She heard the ooohs and ahhhhs when he presented himself. She already knew what was on her instructions. She turned and lifted her gown, exposing herself from the back. She bent down as he worked his fingers around the base of the plug. Pictures snapped nonstop as he pulled it out, inch after inch. Once it broke the 12-inch mark, she could hear the thunderous applause begin. She'd never been so happy in her life.

(I'm looking for some wacky adventures in a freeuse highschool graduation. Bad students get a diploma and then shooed off the stage. Better students get to be exhibitionists. Great students get laid. The very finest get much more. Shall we play out the valedictorian? Maybe a pair of twins graduating together? Perhaps we can keep it simple with a more midrange student? Of course, we could just play several short bits for a range of names as they are called out. Let me know what interests you.)