It’s embarrassing, and Mr. Carter had a plan…

Emily walks into her class, and Me. Carter meets her at the door. “Guess this is more of a full time thing, huh Emily? You aren’t the first student I expected to become a nudist…” (He leans in close) “But you are my favorite…”

Emily shudders. Mr. Carter all but raped her just yesterday, and now he wants to make jokes about it? She can’t believe him! Emily just nods. “It’s not full time…I don’t think…just doing something for work…” Emily realizes that she doesn’t actually know if this is full time. Her mother never really said how long she would have to do this.

Emily turns to take her seat, but Mr. Carter grabs her arm. “Hold on, Emily. I need your help for class today.”

Emily turns. “W-what?”

Mr. Carter grins. “As it just so happens, today we are starting our sexual education unit. Normally it’s all awkward with mannequins and weird little models, but I think you would be an excellent fill in that will help everyone learn.”

Emily blushes. He wants her to be a live model for class? That means not only would she be in front of everyone in class, but she’d likely be put in all sorts of compromising situations. “I…I don’t know. It sounds embarrassing.”

Mr. Carter sighs. “I thought you would say that. Think carefully about this. Because if you don’t do this, then I tell everyone that you tried to seduce a teacher, and forced yourself upon him in Walmart yesterday. I have a witness, and a short video as well. So…what’ll it be?”

Emily’s eyes grow wide. He’s going to blackmail her, again? If rumors of her seducing teachers gets out, coupled with her current situation, there’s no way she graduates or ones to college! She’s going to have to do it…

Emily nods, holding back tears. “I’ll…I’ll do it…”

Mr. Carter nods. “Excellent, take a seat at the front of the class. I’ll let you know when I need your help.”

Emily takes a seat at the front of the class. The seats have an open bottom, so her ass is flashing the entire class. Doesn’t seem so bad right now…considering what’s coming…