Holly has a personal request

"Holly?" Liz called on the petite woman in front once more.

"Actually professor, well, I was thinking..." Holly struggled through her question. "It's just, I most likely will never see my girlfriend again. We only met because our owners liked to sit next to each other in class, but we talked when we weren't being used, and eventually we started helping each other out. She'd get me ready if my owner made hints he wanted to bend me over the desk, and I would give her a hand when her owner fucked her face. Eventually, we just... started doing our own things together when our owners met and weren't using us for sex."

Holly's face was sported an impressive flush as she powered through her confession.

"And it's just, we didn't even realize the last time we met might actually be the last time, you know? So, this time, we know, right here and now, that this is probably it between all the girls here, and I guess what I'm asking is... Can we use this time just for us?"

Liz felt her desire to teach crumble away.

"In light of the circumstances," the normally no-nonsense professor replied, "I suppose such a request is reasonable."

Liz met eyes with each young woman in the room as she circled her desk and stepped toward her students. Some looked relieved, others blatantly interested, and a couple dubious. She tried to reassure each of them before she pinned Holly with her gaze. Perching on the side of the small student's desk, the woman gently tucked a stray bit of Holly's dark hair behind her ear.

"Erm," Cassie once more began to insert her foot into her mouth. Thankfully, the skeptic had enough brains to not do that literally, though Liz had had her doubts in earlier classes. "Do we... have to?"

"Absolutely," Liz immediately replied, leveling a stern look at the girl. "We've discussed the tenets of feminism a great deal so far, going over how society views women, both subtly and overtly, and how we can work together to change these views, but the core value of feminism has always been that, if a woman asks another for help, she gets that help. This holds true even for sexual matters. Especially for sexual matters, in fact."

Cassie, looking properly chastised, if not especially eager, reluctantly nodded. "Alright, that, well, I can't even argue with that. So, do we all just... Get naked, or something?"

"That would probably be best," Liz advised, turning to look over the other students. "We will be stripped after class for the auction, so there's little point in putting it off."

Standing, Liz began to shimmy her way out of her slacks and blouse, ignoring the heated stare from Holly right next to her. The other young women began shuffling about as they all disrobed with varying degrees of enthusiasm. The sight of Liz's bra falling from her chest seemed to jolt Holly out of her stupor, and the petite woman raced to get her own clothes off.

Eventually, with a minimum of bustling, banging shins and elbows against desks, and one rather embarrassing fall, everyone in the room was nude.

"So..." Cassie tried again.

Liz turned to the girl once more, but she looked so out of sorts, with her clothes bundled up over her groin and an arm over her breasts, that the professor felt her annoyance with the skeptic fading. This wasn't the Cassie who played a piss-poor Devil's Advocate like she didn't know exactly what class she was signing up for. No, this was a Cassie that Liz would probably have never seen if they weren't all going to be auctioned off today.

"Erm..."