Leaving the mess hall with a stuffed picnic basket in each hand, Alex sashayed his way throughout the long schoolyard and out the main entrance gates. One of the guards whistled flirtatiously at him as he seductively swayed past the entrance, causing Alex to wink back and blow a slight kiss reflexively, but no one stopped him as he worked his way on into the city.
Drawing several appreciation stares from the many various men, and a few women, along the roads he traveled, Alex smiled warmly and nodded his head lightly in return. By all manners of behavior — walking, dress, smiling and flirting — Alex was a well-trained and well-experienced wench. Chances are, he would've had countless propositions for a little fun, if it wasn't for the very shoes and clothes which he hated so much!
Blue and white was the color of the school, and wasn't something the vast majority of nobbies could afford. Most of the common folks — the nobodies, or "nobbies" — didn't waste hard earned coin buying dyes for their clothes. Most of the common people in the city wore simple dingy-gray cottons.
None of the nobbies ever wore heels, either. Those were reserved for nobility, the wealthy, or for ladies of esteemed status. Normal folks usually just wore plain sandals, soft leather shoes or boots, or else simply went barefoot.
The colors of the clothes, the quality of cloth, and the long stiletto heels all spoke together to the people, telling them that even though Alex might be a well-trained and inviting wench, he was still a claimed wench. Alex wore the school colors. Naturally, he belonged to the school — and no nobby wanted to risk the school's wrath by using what was theirs without permission!
For all the appreciative eyes he drew while working his way through the town and down towards the slums, no one actually bothered Alex. His wink, his smile, his flirtatious actions might give the impression that he wouldn't mind a little tumble for fun, but Alex's steady and determined gait showed that unfortunately he was apparently on a task for the school right now, and completely unavailable — and Alex knew that.
It wasn't until he finally stopped in front of and old worn out door to a rickety and battered wooden shack, before he started to glance all around nervously. "Come on, Thorn, be home," Alex prayed quietly, which gently kicking the door with the tip of his toes. "Come on… Come on…" Anxiously, Alex shifted weight from one foot to the other, while nervously glancing up and down the narrow, trash laden street he'd ended up at.
Not a stranger to this part of town, Alex knew the people here wouldn't actually hurt him. He might end up having to entertain a half dozen of them if he was unlucky, but in the end they'd let him go afterwards — and he'd already did that enough in the past that he could just shrug it off as a natural thing anymore. Truth be told, Alex's greatest worry wasn't for himself; it was for the food he was carrying.
"Ho! If it isn't the Lady Alexandra!" A young man's voice calling out to him from down the street made Alex sigh and slump his shoulders in defeat, just as the door was beginning to crack open.
"Quick! Take these and enjoy them!" Shoving both baskets through the half opened door, Alex dropped them unceremoniously and then quickly turned in the direction of the voice. "Sticks! What a pleasure to see you," Alex lied, flawlessly, while flashing a brilliantly white and inviting smile. "And I see you have Snake and Knives with you as well, this morning." Swaying seductively, Alex turned and worked his way down the street to meet the three rough looking hoodlums.
"It's always a pleasure to meet a Lady like you," Sticks chuckled, as he sidled up and wrapped an arm around Alex's neck and shoulders. Freely squeezing Alex's breasts, Sticks firmly helped guide everyone across the road to a slightly larger, but no less dingier, house across the street, while the other two men followed closely behind.
Alex just laughed lightly and smiled, when one of the guys behind them — he didn't know which one it was — tugged his skirt down, completely over his hips, causing it to fall to the ground. "Pick that up for me, will you darling?" Alex asked, glancing over his shoulder, winking gently, and blowing a kiss back towards Snake. Carefully stepping out of the skirt, Alex finished walking the rest of the way down the street and to the house with nothing but the silver chastity belt to cover the front side of his body.
After all, he wasn't anywhere, or doing anything, that he hadn't already done countless times before.