A small note in the middle of the court

The note read "Take your shirt off and hide it behind the bleachers, take a picture wearing the mask as proof, then go back to class."

My heart, which had slowed down a bit since the restroom, started to beat faster again.

She wanted me to go to class wearing just my jeans, overalls, and grey sports bra? Thank god I wore a bra today, it sure was a bold outfit, but at least the overalls covered all of my front...

I went behind the bleachers (no reason to strip in the middle of the court), I dropped the overalls straps and began lifting my white T-shirt. I grabbed the hem and pulled up, going over my head and finally leaving my sports bra in plain view.

I looked like some type of car mechanic with my overalls down and abdomen exposed, my sports bra the only thing covering my small breasts. but I'm not staying exposed like this for no reason.

I put the overall straps back on my shoulders covering my front side and my back exposed, but at least the sports bra was there to show people I'm not topless.

I folded the shirt neatly and leaving it there behind the bleachers, moved to the middle of the gym, took the mask out of my pocket, put it on, and took a selfie.

I took a deep breath and sent it to the unknown number.

The unknown number went online, sent a heart emoji back and then wrote "more instructions to come" and went offline.

I don't what she meant by that, but I wasn't going to stick around to find out. I put the mask back in my pocket and walked out of the gym.

I was trying to keep my cool, but I'd probably have to come up with an excuse for such a daring outfit that wasn't really my style.

I left the gym, trying to walk normally. The hallways were empty now and I had shop class. The teacher didn't really care if we were late as long as we worked on our projects and I was ahead of schedule on mine. I entered the class and everyone was pretty much doing their own stuff while the teacher walked around making sure everyone was safe, etc.

I had this class with was Alicia and she was sketching something in her sketchbook. She saw me and looked intrigued.

"Hey, Erica, what happened to you? Did it go so well that your girlfriend ripped your shirt?"

I rolled my eyes. "Stop it, you, it's not like that! She wasn't even there..."

"Either way I like this look on you. Looks daring"

Bzzzzrt Bzzzzrt

My phone vibrated. It was a message from the unknown number (who, let's face it, was definitely Kate). I was afraid to open it. I knew it would be some lewd request and I wasn't ready for it.

"Come on Erica. Read it out loud, I wanna know what your dom wants from you," Alicia teased.

"Shut up, Alicia..." I said embarrassed, my face red while Alicia giggled. I was feeling hot again, I could feel my heart beating faster again. "I can't do it. Here, you read it." I shoved my phone in Alicia's hand and turned around embarrassed. She took her time reading it.