Go home

You glance back at the ring. You don't recognise either contestant, a man has a woman pinned. It's probably best to leave before you're somehow embarrassed further. You head towards to school gates. On your way you spot Miss Locke, still wearing her bikini. You can't help but admire her body, at the back of your mind you feel the urge to approach her, to worship her, to beg and return to being her little slut.