Math

The class is still almost empty.

To attract less attention, Cassie sits in a corner at the very back.

Actually, her place is further forward. But for today she feels more comfortable back here.

For the first time today, she looks in the bag she has with her and hopes that Stacy has at least brought her something to write with for school while she doesn't have her backpack.

But when she looks inside, she blushes.

Inside is just her tattoo machine and two vibes Cassie hasn't seen before.

She quickly closes the bag again and hides it under her chair.

The class slowly fills with students and, to Cassie's great regret, Charlie and Vicky also enter.

Without saying a word to her, but with much giggling, they sit down next to her.

Chelsea next to her and Vicky in front of her.

Cassie hopes that it's just giggling, but she's quickly proven wrong.

"Hey, whore." First Chelsea greets her and then Vicky greets her with "good morning whore" and turns to Cassie.

Cassie doesn't answer.

She just looks down.

The teacher arrives and the lesson begins.

"Please open your book, page 109," says the teacher after the greeting.

Chelsea answers with her book in her hand.

"Yes, what is it?" The teacher asks.

"Cassie doesn't have her book with her, can I sit with her so we can look out of mine together?" She asks very sweetly.

"Oh, that's so nice of you. Yes, of course you can, but when it's time to count, please go back to your seat." He explains.

That's the last thing Cassie wants right now! Chelsea right next to her!

But, as so often, she has ****.

Chelsea takes her chair and her book and walks over to Cassie's table and sits down. Chelsea strokes Cassie's back and then her hip.

"I don't feel any underwear. You really are a whore to come to school in just a dress." She whispers to Cassie.

The teacher is just about to write a formula on the blackboard when Chelsea puts a cell phone on the table.

Cassie's cell phone! And the screen is unlocked!

Cassie doesn't dare take it, though, because something terrible is sure to follow.

"Do you want it?" Chelsea asks, scrolling a little over the pages.

"I know you want it!" Chelsea answers the question to herself.

"What do you want?" Cassie asks desperately.

"Your dress is pretty cute." Says Chelsea.

"What, I can't take my clothes off here! I can't be naked for the rest of the day at school!" Whispers Cassie.

"No, I guess you really can't... or can you." And Chelsea pauses for a moment.

"You can dive back in later. You give me the dress and I'll give you the cell phone. And when you think you've had enough of the cell phone, give it back to me and you can have the dress again." Chelsea suggests.

Cassie seriously considers whether she should take up the offer.

She has gone through so much for this cell phone and now she could have it back.

Even if only briefly.

Quickly see the pictures of her parents and get some satisfaction.

Cassie looks ahead.

Absolutely all the students have their eyes on the blackboard or their books.

The teacher is busy writing down formulas and explaining things.

In fact, it's almost every lesson, so he rarely if ever turns around.

Cassie lifts her bottom a little, pulls the dress up from underneath her and finally pulls it over her head.

She gives it to Chelsea and gets her cell phone in return and moves a little away from her.

She is now completely naked in class, but so incredibly happy.

She ignores the many notifications and immediately goes to the gallery to open the pictures of her parents.

She is overcome by a pleasant feeling.

She doesn't notice much around her, she is so deep in thought right now.

Only after many minutes, which seemed like seconds to Cassie, does she look up again. Everything is back to normal.

Everyone is looking ahead, the teacher is busy writing and explaining formulas, but only Vicky looks back at her from time to time.

As nice as the time was, it's time to get dressed again before anyone else notices.

Cassie turns to Chelsea and only now realizes that she is sitting over at her table again.

And she can't see her dress anywhere.

Panic spreads through Cassie. There's no way anyone should notice!

"Hey!" she whispers to Chelsea.

But Chelsea doesn't hear her or pretends not to.

"Hey!" She whispers again, a little louder this time.

"No talking!" The teacher admonishes from the front without turning around.

Cassie stands up and crouches over to Chelsea.

"Here, give me back my phone, now my dress please." She whispers softly and puts the cell phone on the table for Chelsea. Chelsea takes the phone and pockets it.

"All right." Chelsea says and calculates the formula from the blackboard.

"You can have the dress in a minute, sit back in your seat for now."

"What?" Cassie asks in shock.

"Please give it to me now!" But Chelsea only replied coldly.

"We've put so much effort into you and your tattoos and you treat it so disrespectfully and put make-up over it. If you're going to cover some up, at least let me see the ones under your dress a little longer now!"

"Please," Cassie pleads again.

"Back to your seat and I'll give it to you straight away. But if you stay here and keep asking, I won't give it to you. The lesson will soon be up. Then everyone will see you naked, if you prefer." Chelsea says.

Cassie looks at her watch. Yes! She's right!

She needs her dress quickly now and the conditions are clear.

She quickly goes back to her seat, her intimate rings making a loud noise as they hit the chair, which I'm sure some have heard.

Not wanting to attract any more attention, Cassie lowers her head.

But more and more of the students become aware of her and more and more heads turn towards her.

Cassie, however, is so busy looking bashfully at the ground that she doesn't notice.

Only later does she look up again.

The whole class is staring at her.

Some have their cell phones pointed at her.

Only the teacher is still busy writing and explaining formulas.

Cassie tries to hide as best she can, but it's too late.

Every student present has seen her.

"Your dress is in your bag",Chelsea whispers.

In a panic, Cassie looks underneath her and sees that her bag is no longer under her chair, but next to her table.

She reaches into the bag and pulls out her dress.

She quickly throws it on and covers herself up.

"What a perverted bitch!" She hears a girl whispering near her.

Then it's not long before the school bell rings.

She has already been humiliated in front of her class in her first lesson and everyone thinks she is a pervert.