“Holy shit… She’s wearing a THONG!”
“Oh that’s not just a thong, MISS V’s GOT A G-STRING ON!”
The class’ dam of held back laughter and lust could no longer be contained, bursting as their instructor’s incredible bubble butt was revealed in it’s entirety, covered in nothing but the all-time skimpiest style of panties imaginable. Endless flashes of cameraphones and horny wolf-whistles had practically paralyzed Miss Vicksen in place, offering image after glorious image to be snapped of the bare-assed professor. Olivia was dumbstruck, frozen in her arched-over position, helplessly staring down at Derek’s wildly vibrating phone, watching as a near constant stream of humiliating pictures flooded in, each one offering an even juicier angle than the last. And just when she thought the images couldn’t get anymore excruciatingly explicit, Olivia was suddenly broken out of her stunned spell.
“MISS VICKSEN!” Mrs. Fox yelled out, “Please! Make yourself decent!”
Olivia finally snapped back from her shocked state, snatching her fallen skirt from the floor. But as Miss Vicksen hurriedly slipped the garment back up around her waist, she was faced with yet another wardrobe problem.
All the missing buttons had rendered Olivia’s skirt completely incapable of staying up on its own. So, rushing to hopefully resolve the issue, Olivia witlessly unbuttoned the bottom of her blouse, and reattached it to her skirt’s top button slot.
“And when you’ve finally… reassembled yourself,” Mrs. Fox said closing the door, “I need to see you in my office, immediately!”
As the door closed shut, Miss Vicksen was serenaded with a teasing chorus of ooh’s from her eternally snickering students.
“Okay, that is IT!” Olivia snapped, her frustration and humiliation boiling over, “All of this childish nonsense better stop NOW, or I am going to-!“
*Riiiing!*
Miss Vicksen’s eyes gave an agitated stare back to the school’s clock, as it rudely nixed her attempt at salvaging what was left of her reputation. Following the cue of the final bell, students all rose to leave, lively chatting about the subjects covered (and uncovered) from the day. But as they arrived at the classroom door, it was apparent that the day wasn’t technically over yet.
“Ohh Miss Vickseeen!” Katrina playfully cooed, turning the handle, “Looks like there’s someone here at the door for youu!”
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