On to the next strippings

Raider releases Jessica and Pinnatti, letting them run naked for the door. They're about to discover that the door is sealed with a series of riddles, so their frantic flight from the delighted eyes of their classmates is going to take longer than they hoped.

"Next up," narrates Yiantra, "is Angelina, our petite young TA. Despite being twenty-two, Angie is concerned that people don't take her seriously for how young she looks, so the reaction we're looking for here is 'Awwww...'. Anyone she grades should take the front row now."

Angelina is a short, slender, baby-faced woman with a freckled face and bright, red hair, which you've done up into a bouncy pair of pigtails for the occasion. You push her out onto stage, where Raider scoops her up into a bridal carry and presents her to the audience.

"Raider, put me down!" she says. "I am a grown woman, and it would be unseemly for the students in my classes to see me like--"

Raider rips off her jumpsuit, allowing everyone to see her diamond panties and the plain white bra housing her b-cups. He then tips her petite body over his knee, yanks down her panties, and gives her freckly little ass a sound spanking. After ten strokes, he hauls her to her feet by her hair and divests her of her undies, revealing a jiggly pair of pink-nippled martini glasses and a pristine girlhood.

"Awwwww!" coos the audience.

"And since we like Angelina so much," says Yiantra, reading directly from her notes, "we have a special surprise for her. For those of you who don't know, Angie is a lesbian who has, for a while, had a crush on notorious homophobe Crassie. So, let's bring Crassie out here. Any lesbians in the audience should now move to the front row."

Angelina is still up on her toes, trying to wrestle your grip off of her pigtails, but she stops to watch as a well-built orcish girl is brought out. Crassie has a short crop of blonde hair, sunny green skin, and breasts you could bounce an orange off of. She looks from Angelina to all the lesbians in the audience, and blanches.

"Ready with your picture boxes, girls?" says Raider, taking Crassie by the arm with his free hand..

You scan the front row. There are more eager-looking girls up there than you expected. There are even a few wearing the old "Raider Showed Me Isadora's Pussy" t-shirts you had made up with you first stripped Isadora, complete with a photo of the aforementioned pussy. Apparently his following among their ranks has grown.

Raider spins Crassie around and rips off her jumpsuit. The room is treated to a view of a flat, green belly winking out at them with a cute little navel. The bra follows quickly, unleashing a bouncy green set of honeydews.

"Yeah, baby!" hoot the lesbians.

"Shake 'em!"

"Slice me a piece of that cake!"

As the lesbians cheer and high-five, Raider tugs the girl's panties groundward and showcases her round, firm ass and pristine green crotch. Now, with Crassie in one hand and Angelina in the other, he pulls the two girls together until the orc chick's tits are pressed up against the petite chick's eyes.

"How 'bout it, Angie?" says Raider. "What do you want to do with this body?"

The lesbians in the audience start up a chant of "Motorboat! Motorboat!" Though Angie hesitates for a second, she complies eagerly,