The Shirt

Grace's gaze was filled with fear as her heart raced. Her crystal blue eyes darted around the room, silently pleading for help. The only thing she got was leers from the boys. Terrified, the senior began to peel off her shirt. She was wearing a lacy white bra underneath that barely concealed her nipples. Her face was the color of strawberries from her embarrassment.

All of the boys in the class were ogling the large breasts of the unfortunate girl. She turned her gaze to Mr. Martinez, her tearful eyes meeting his icily cruel ones. "P-please..." she begged, desperately hoping for a way out, "don't do this." Grace gulped as the teacher's wicked grin grew, realizing there was no way out.