00.03: Marya meets Micheal. ""um now. I'm sorry, buddy, I failed you?"

Here is the third scene - This time featuring Marya and Micheal. An old episode that sees Micheal helping her in his usual cool way.

Marya P.: Professor Blindside

Michael: Federico Perenti

Vague D.: Federico Perenti as a pervert student.

Vague D. slips through the unguarded door, reaching into the girls changing room. He had seen Marya slip in, alone, and decided to take his chance. He could get detained, which makes it even more thrilling. Until now, he was never caught. He creeps through the doors, glancing nervously in all directions, his breath short.

Marya P. is caught up in her own thoughts, and so she doesn't notice the man watching as she slips out of her panties, giving her observer a pleasant look at her well-rounded rear as she slips into the shower. She steps back a bit as she turns on the water, half-visible behind the divider as she waits for it to warm up.

Vague D. catches sight of the girl with only her panties on. He should pull his camera but he loses the magic moment. Perhaps because he had to reposition his cock in his pants. Groaning sliently at his mistake, he finally pulls the camera out, planning to step in, when he sees Marya's clothes on the bench. He moves there, attracted by them.

Marya P. remains unaware of the intruder, her footsteps audible behind the divider as she paces in the shower, rubbing soap through her hair.

Vague D. takes a few pictures of Marya's clothes, then decides to pull a prank on her. He gets all her clothes, filling his pockets with them, then he slips in, leaning on the wall. He sets his camera on the wall - he knows the right angle from many experiments - and shoots, silently, shooting dozens of pictures, careful to listen to the water's noise.

Marya P. doesn't hear the click of the camera as she soaps herself down, soaping and rinsing her dark skin in full sight of the camera. Finally, she turns the water off, dripping wet and feeling clean, immediately moving towards the divider's edge to find a towel.

Vague D. pants softly for the excitment. He needs to stop to rub his crotch some more - then he spots Marya's panties, that she took of at the very last moment. He gulps and decides to make a run for them. But she's already moving, the water goes off, he grabs the panties, turn, hoping she didn't see his face, and runs!

Marya P. gasps in shock as she sees the man retreating, not seeing more than a glimpse of his foot as it steps out the door. Immediately she's overcome with mortification and disgust, quickly wrapping a towel around her shivering body in case he returns. So garbed she makes for the door, peeking outside the locker room in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the culprit.

Michael Wright walks in the gym with his standar dreamy attitutde. He does not look suprised at all when he sees Vague running - he never looks surprised. He only smiles at Vague and says "Heeey pal. Stop." Seeing then Marya in her towel, in the distance, he waves at her. "Marya. What are you doing?"

Vague D. stops dead in his track. He does not even know why, he hates Michael, but there's something in Micheal's tone that makes it impossible to ignore him. "Get off my fucking path you ass!" he hisses.

Marya P. runs up a little ways, flustered, blushing, and abruptly struck by modesty. "Michael! There was-...I mean, he was..."


Michael Wright laughs and moves towards Vague. He acts totally dumb, but he knows what he's doing. "Why can't we all be friends.. calling me names.. Vag, come on, drop the fight." He touches Vague's glasses, making him stagger back. "Look there instead. Marya is SO sexy. I could stare at her all day!"

Vague D. rushes with his hands on his glasses - bumps his face with the camera, and turns to Marya, blushing. "Hey. Look at the slut making a show for us! Hehehe, Hey, hey marya, take the towel off, show us some tits. What a slut."

Marya P. blushes a brighter shade at the comments, still soaking wet and wrapped in a towel that's too small. Still, she draws herself up, facing Vague and trying to sound brave but only managing shrill and disgusted. "Get out of here you freak!"

Michael Wright touches Vague's shoulder and arm. He feels him relaxing a bit, then moves to grab the camera from his hands. "You're a good photographer. Let me see what pictures you've taken." He presses quickly a few buttons on the camera. "Hey.."

Vague D. frowns as his camer is taken away. "Hey what are you.. I'll tell you." He elbows Michael. "She's putting up a show for us. Let's do something with her. That's what she wants." He walks straight towards Marya. "Come here slut. I told you to show us something more.." Then looks back at Michael.

Marya P. takes a step back as Vague approaches, her stomach turning at the sight of the camera, not having to guess at what's on it. She pulls the towel around herself protectively, looking between the two boys with wide eyes. "I said get out!"

Michael Wright stops looking into the camera. He smiles kindly at Marya, with his usual cool, a little lost expression. "hey Marya, what, do you want to be with Vag? I can leave."

Vague D. widens eyes. "She better does. Yes, Marya, you want it - I see it! And besides, I have your naked pictures in that camera. They will be on the internet tonight if you don't do exactly as I say! Hehe, Micheal liked them too, ain't it so, buddy? Back into the shower now, slut. And keep your mouth shut until we say open!" He frowns, his face twisted, scary.

Marya P. feels more mortified than ever as Michael seems to grasp the wrong end of the stick. "No, I just...he was watching me...it isn't like that..." I abruptly stop talking as I see the change in Vague's face, something about it stealing my voice.

Michael Wright shakes his head. "Damn Vag.. I .. I'm sorry.. I'm terrible with these electronic things.." He changes completely tone, his voce a caress, reassuring, when he goes, "Marya you haven't answered my question. Why? Just tell me, don't be afraid. Um," his voice changes again. "I'm afraid I've erased the memory card. So I won't be able to see Marya naked. Besides, Ronald is coming here to train in.." he looks at his watch, "um now. I'm sorry, buddy, I failed you?"

Vague D. turns quickly, his arms up, he screams. "My camera! You idiot! You faggot! You are two imbeciles.." he runs to Micheal, grabs back his camera, and runs out. Micheal was already a nuisance, and not Ronald, Micheal's watchdog, it was too much for Vag.

Marya P. breathes a sigh of relief as Vague retreats, as soon as Michael is between him and her. Still blushing furiously and acutely aware of her lack of clothing, yet not wanting to run off. "I, uhm, thank you..." She manages to stammer.

Michael Wright smiles. "It was my pleasure."  and walks nearer to her, his brow friendly but curious. "He does this too often, I'm afraid he'll get in trouble, our Vague. We need better surveillance here at the gym. Say, dont' tell me he went away with your clothes?"

Marya P. always feels like an idiot around Michael, and today is no exception. The smoothness of his tone, the way he keeps his head while she's panicking. "I, er, I think he did." she glances after him, abruptly wondering how she'll get home with nothing but a towel.

Michael Wright teases her "wow wow wow.. not even panties?" he peeks, but looks away quickly, laughing of her embarassment "Well I'll tell you what we do. I'll walk you home... you get my shirt." he pulls his shirt off, showing a perfect chest. "And then - we will make a bet if people looks more at my chest or at your legs!"

Marya P. feels her breath catch in her throat as Michael pulls his shirt off, his relaxed tone only making her nervousness worse. Still, she does laugh at his joke, feeling a bit of tension release as she does so. "I'm, uhm, sorry to be so much trouble." as she pulls the shirt on, getting a strong breath of its smell as she does so.

Michael Wright keeps the smile fixed on her, but the focus of his eyes is lost far behind her, making her know she's only a little bit of his attention. He casually sets by her, smoothly holds her by the waist and walks her out. "see, they're not going to gossip about you this way. Me, I'm already so gossiped, never known why, they all love boredom maybe." He walked her home, small chat interwined with moment of silence. He never mentioned this story anymore.