Stand and keep your skirt down

You stand still, holding your skirt down to avoid giving glances to any of the other models. Soon, you hear the announcer say that the show is starting, and you patiently watch as girls strut out on the show. There's polite applause from most of the audience, although a few guys sitting near the front whoop and jeer at the girls.

The girls head out, one-by-one, showing off their impressive outfits. Some are tacky and outrageous, leaving the girls barely capable of walking in them. Some are... well, admittedly incredibly bland and unlikable, and you can almost hear the yawns from the audience. Some are honestly stunning, catching your eye with their impressive use of color and tailoring. You're sure, upon seeing them, that the fashion designers will be famous in a number of years.

Still, you don't know much about fashion. Instead, you try enjoy the view of pretty girls you get. Unfortunately, the most gorgeous of the models tend to be wearing the fashionable clothes rather than the sluttier outfits which have been relegated to whatever girl Saoirse could threaten, **** or bribe into wearing them. Grace is incredibly on the stage, and leaves the room lost in silence as she shows off her look, giving the quickest flash of what lies underneath the stairs before she disappears. Ashley's dress flickers and sparkles, shimmering with her movement as her eyes drag you in, her walk almost like a dance show. Kerri is filled with personality, even shoving a groping boy back into his seat with a playful shove, leading to laughs from the audience.

Saoirse, of course, blows everyone else out of the water. All eyes are on her as she almost seems to dance across the stage, drawing in the eyes of everyone there. Your cock hardens at her very sight, and even the boys' mouth seems to water as they stare at her bulge. She owns the stage, looking strong and powerful. Her performance, as there's no other words for it, is like a dream.

Once she's done, Saoirse returns to you, smiling and grinning.

"My little sissy slut!" Saoirse smiles at you. "Are you ready?"

"OK," you reply nervously. "Ho-how should I walk, exactly?"

"Oh, about that..." Saoirse smiles malevolently. "There's a small issue with that... you're not getting to walk down normally. I thought I'd make it extra fun!"

"How so?" you ask.

"Well... I'm giving you three options. First, you walk down low, near those lecherous boys in the front row, the one drunk on whiskey. They're going to be real gropy, but I think I'll enjoy it."

Your face goes white, and you nod.

"Option two?"

"Option two is I pop a little vibrating butt plug into your asshole. It'll leave you just DRIPPING during your little walk. God, it'd be so hot!"

"And option three?"

"Option three is that... well, let's not mince words, you crawl down the aisle like a little doggy. I've convinced the teachers that it's a message rejecting the submissive role of women in society through parodying it... but it's going to be pretty humiliating."

"Oh. So... no good options, huh, mistress?" you say.

"Afraid not," Saoirse grins. "So, what's it going to be? Do you want to get groped, get wet or walk like a little doggy?"