Perform a striptease and lap dance...

As you can see that Wren’s fingers are starting to get pretty wet, you’re tempted to bring Mark in on the fun, but decide that you’d rather keep him on the outside looking in, and just give him a nice display of his girlfriend’s humiliation at the hands of his ex.

“Perform a striptease and lap-dance for me,” you say to Mr. Book, who promptly relays the command to Wren with a “would you kindly?”.

Hearing the command, Wren actually pulls her pants back up and buttons them. Logically, that makes sense you suppose, as you can hardly start a striptease if some of your clothes are already off.

You’re still standing at the front of the class when Wren walks over to you, takes you gently by the hand and leads you over to an empty chair. There, she puts one hand on your chest, and gently pushes you back in to the chair. With her back to you, she starts rocking her hips to music that isn’t there, keeping time quite well, you notice. Once she’s got her whole body swaying in time, she turns to you, still dancing, and unbuttons the first button on her shirt, then another, all the way down. She then arched her body backwards extending her arms back, which causes her plaid shirt to fall off her body at the same time as it lifted the tight tank top underneath so that you were looking right at her stomach and belly button.

Straightening up, Wren grabbed the bottom of her tank top, and slowly pulled it down so that it came down exposing her black bra underneath, just a tease, you figure, but she keep pulling, and the shoulder straps slide off her shoulders, and she slowly pulls her tank top down her torso, over her hips, and finally down to her feet. She is still swaying to a beat, now only in her jeans and a bra, she moves closer to you until she is straddling your lap. Her impressive cleavage only a half a foot from your face, she reaches back to unclasp her bra, which then loosens noticeably.

She then inches forward until her breasts are an inch from you face, and does a little biting motion with her teeth. Getting the hint, and not wanting to ruin the show, you decide to open your mouth over one of her breasts and try to get as big a mouthful of exposed breast as you can, and give her a little bite; just enough to leave teeth marks. You then take the cup of the bra in your mouth as she withdraws, and you let the bra drop in to your lap.

Once she pulls away, you hate her more than ever before. Her breasts are incredible. They’re so round, and so firm, that they barely change shape or sway at all as she’s dancing. The mark of your teeth, which was open as wide as you could go, barely take up a 6th of the space of one of her breasts. As if all of that weren’t bad enough, her nipples, which you’d hoped her hairy and the size of sand dollars, had quarter-sized areolae just darker than her skin tone, with the nipples themselves just big enough to nibble. You surprise yourself, realizing that your mouth was watering a little bit at this last thought.

You look around at the class, and you see all of the guys are staring at her back, **** to get a glimpse of her chest. From their angle they can only see the sides of her breasts, but must be able to tell how perfect they are just as well from that angle. Some of the girls are just as entranced, but others, you notice, are looking at a point directly between your legs. You realize, without looking, that your pussy has gotten so wet that you’ve made a spot through your jeans.
“Maybe there’s hope for Ariel after all,” you softly say to yourself.

Realizing how turned on you are, you wonder if maybe you should join in…