Art Class

Hell, all of this seemed so sudden. What you really needed right now was a minute to think and figure out exactly what it was you needed to do. The headmistress had mentioned an art class, right? You were certainly no artist, but if they were all prepared to work on their final projects then it would give you a full period to plan in peace. Yeah, Art it was!

You made your way down the empty halls without so much of a hint of any other students or faculty. Everyone must have been in class already which meant that you were running late. With that in mind, and knowing that being late on your first day as a teacher was bound to look bad, you picked up your pace and hurried to the art department.

The classroom was full of students, as it should have been, every girl in their school uniforms with each sitting in front of a blank canvas and holding a sketchpad. A few had a couple of slabs of clay by their desks. It didn't look like anyone had started working yet. A sea of young faces turned to look at you with a range of emotions. Some looked curious about the new teacher, others had a look of small amusement on their faces, while just a couple looked... hungry? It felt best not to worry with their collective stares and simply take charge.

"Right, good morning girls." you said in a tone you hoped sounded authoritative, but were dimly aware of your voice wavering slightly. It was a little disconcerting with so many eyes staring at you so intently. "My name is Mr Doe and i'm here to substitute your class for the day."

There was a general murmur from the throng of girls and just a few giggles. You coughed loudly in an effort to silence them. "Now, I see no one appears to have actually started anything, but I was assured that you had already been assigned a final project. Anyone care to tell me what it is your are working on?"

A hand was raised primly into the air.

"Yes. And your name?"

"Sarah, Mr. Doe. Sarah Elks."

Sarah Elks. She was a cute girl. Long brunette hair, deep brown eyes, and smooth lightly tanned skin. She wasn't particularly tall but she made up for it in curves. Her breasts must be straining under that uniform... they looked like a button might pop and let her puppies out to play at any moment. You cleared your throat again to drive such thoughts away as you addressed her.

"Ahem, yes, Ms. Elks. And what is it you were assigned that no one seems to have started?"

A small polite smile formed over her lips. "We were assigned to first sketch, and then recreate in a style of our choice, an example of the human form."

"And why haven't any of you begun?"

"We're waiting for a model." replied the same polite voice.

"Your model? Didn't you have one before?"

"No sir. Mrs. Davies was going to act as model before she left us, sir, but with her gone we don't have anyone to base our designs on. We were hoping, sir, that you would be taking her place."

A tiny hint of a blush hit your cheeks at the thought.

"Well, I suppose I could stand here on the pedestal for a bit so you could-"

"You'll have to be nude, Mr. Doe. It's no good if we can't make out details of the models body."

Your cheeks went dark red on this one. Were you really about to strip nude in front of a bunch of teen girls? It was for school but still...