Friday, 18 May 2012

Tom's School Days 25

I didn't say the story has run its course, only that I might put other things up, as well. To be honest, I'm not sure where this will go, but at the moment, I have a couple of more instalments. I may put something different up, in a short while, we'll see. In the meantime, read the next part of the story.

Tom was excited as he dressed up for the Soup Night. He had put on his best suit, and his crispest shirt. In fact it had never been as crisp and well ironed since his mother had done it for him. The reason it was so well taken care of was that Amanda had volunteered to iron it.

Tom had been a little surprised and concerned, but accepted her offer. She had also quite like the kiss she gave him when she was done. He was puzzled, though, when she had thanked him.

The entrance to the Mushy Peas Club was flanked by burning torches, and many of the other students had gathered outside to see the members arrive. Tom felt like a celebrity when he walked up to the entrance.

Inside the hallway was lit by a multitude of candles, and Tom stood in awe for a while. He was snapped out of it by something that made him even more surprised, and perhaps even more delighted.

A girl asked to take his coat. It was unusual to find a girl inside the club, but that was not all. This girl was barefoot, dressed in the tiniest of black skirts he had ever seen. In fact, it was so minimal that he could see that she was wearing equally black knickers. Above the skirt he found very little, bar a bikini-top.

He thought he had seen the girl before, she was called Janet, or Susan, or something. What was more important, was that he had noticed her for being exceptionally pretty. Seeing her dressed like that made him see that her physical features matched her pretty face.

When he entered into the hall where the long table had been set with a white table cloth and candles, he found that there were more girls scurrying around, all dressed in a similar way.

When Tom spotted Stephanie among them, he thought that this may be the members of the Pea Soup Society.

Tom greeted Frederick and Mark, and chatted with them for a while. He had wanted to talk to Stephanie, although he didn't know what he really wanted to say. She seemed very busy so it had to wait.

The members of the club sat down to have dinner, and Tom realised that it was not the role of the members of the Pea Soup Society to participate in the dinner, it was their role to wait at the table.

The dinner was grand, with a number of courses, fowl, fish, meat, and also cheese, bread, fruit, and of course the pea soup.

In addition to the pea soup they slurped, there was entertainment performed by the Pea Soup Society. There was an elaborate programme of singing and dancing.

Firstly the entire membership of the Society sang and danced. Tom was surprised and fascinated by their skill. Their voices were harmonious and their movements enticing. Tom was excited by the fact that the members had dispensed with their tiny skirts.

Stephanie and four other girls sang and danced, and this time they wore even less. They had stripped off their tops and seemed to make an effort to entertain by creating interesting movements with their breasts. This caused a lot of hilarity among the seated members of the club.