Miss Vargas is alerted by some colleagues in the hall

Maria marched back towards her classroom, pleased with the principal’s approval. She took it at an easy clip in nothing but the panties and high heels, still wholly unaware that the sweater and most everything else had gone. Miss Vargas had the appearance of a stripclub worker near the end of their shift. Her bare breasts gave a low, delayed jiggle with each step, sloshing around in time with her hips. The rest of her was an unbroken run of warm skin from collarbone to the narrow band of black lace at her hips.

She walked into two colleagues coming the other way, perhaps headed to the principal’s office, while in conversation. The woman on the right, about Maria’s age, wore a colorful cardigan and wide-rimmed glasses. The man beside her was slightly older, cropped black hair styled sharply but beginning to thin in places. Both of them came to a simultaneous, screeching halt, and their chatter died out.

“Afternoon,” Maria said with polite cheer. Her breasts gave one last slothful jiggle and came to rest as she did, full and obvious.

The man regained the capacity for speech first: “So, ahem, you’re teaching 202, I assume.”

“Yes, supplementary courses. How did you know?”

The female teacher didn’t answer. She only looked down, slowly, the way one might look at you as if you’d spilled something on yourself. Maria followed the line of that look and then her own gaze arrived at her bare tits hanging out, and nearly all the rest of her besides. The sound that came out of her was small and undignified, before transitioning into a loud shriek. I’m nAkEd!! Both arms crossed hard over herself, crushing her breasts flat to her chest, the soft flesh spilling around the press of her hands. Her face swelled with hear, blushing red. “I- I didn’t- how did-“

“Coat,” the woman said, already turning. “I’ll get you a coat to borrow, so you can get to your car.”

The man had the decency to look at the wall. “We… used to bump into Calloway too sometimes.”