Olivia loses her final piece of clothing

Everyone stood dumbfounded, while time seemingly stood still. Students looked on in utter astonishment, as the most lopsided power-struggle of the century was unfolding before their eyes: Miss Vicksen’s underdog pair of undies, totally outstretched and completely outmatched, fearlessly fighting for their life against the heavy weight of gravity. And remarkably, against everyone’s hopes and against all odds, that flimsy thin flap of delicate white cotton was still managing to stay upright, impossibly protecting Olivia’s last place of sanctity.

And right as Miss Vicksen regained her wits, planning to reach down and rescue her ailing panties, a booming voice came calling from above.

*BEEEEP*

“MISS VICKSEN!” Mrs. Fox bellowed from the school’s intercom.

Olivia froze, her eyes going wide as saucers, realizing she had missed her big appointment with the principal.

“No need to report to my office anymore Miss Vicksen. In fact, you can go ahead and start your weekend early!” Mrs. Fox crescendoed into a scream, “Because YOU are FIRED!”

*BEEEEP*

The final tone from the P.A. system echoed throughout the hallway, as everything turned eerily still. It felt as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what other improbable things could possibly happen next. A sense of anticipation hung in the air, and the silence became deafening, until one pipsqueaking voice piped in to cut the tension.

“Well hey Olivia, look on the bright side! I guess for you, it really is Friday after all!” Katrina brutally quipped, completing her barb with a playful pat on Miss Vicksen’s ass.

*SMACK*

“Oh-!”

...and that’s all it took.

Katrina’s innocent spank had triggered a ripple effect across Miss Vicksen’s bouncy bottom half, subtly shaking free her final piece of clothing. The waistband was gently slipping further from around her thighs, drifting lower down her long smooth legs. And as the elastic continued its gradual decline down either side, it subsequently pulled Olivia’s last sliver of modesty, irreversibly separating that tiny strip of cotton ever so gently from her lips.

The process had taken merely a moment, but at 240 fantastic frames per second, cameraphones from all around Olivia had captured the pinnacle of her X-rated spectacle in the highest of HD and the slowest of slow-motion, ready to replay it into infinity:

With both hands still foolishly held over each heaving breast, Miss Vicksen’s pink panties were absentmindedly left unattended, set free to sensually slither down her curvaceous set of hips, provocatively peel themselves from her nearly naked lips, and ultimately give way to a most intimately inclusive view, properly unveiling the illustrious Olivia Vicksen’s impeccably polished little pussy, tastefully trimmed with a mouth-watering full Brazilian wax.