Oh yes!

Renee with her heart in her throat went to sit next to Tracy, who had a smile she did not like, as soon as she sat down she handed her a post-it note with writing on it:

[As soon as the lights go out strip completely naked and give me your clothes].

Renee was in an uproar. Oh my God naked in the chemistry classroom? She couldn't. Perhaps seeing her horrified face Tracy leaned close to her and whispered sensuously:

“Red don't worry I just want to relax you. You want that too don't you?”

“But Tracy we are at school...”

“Oh -with a sorry expression- it means that...”

No, no -all transfixed Renee intervened-I want...I want...I mean what I want you know, but you can't think that I here...”

“Ah so you want and you don't want! I understand very well, you like it when I am violent! Then I'll denude you with scissors!”

Renee winced at the statement the class was rapidly filling up, but fortunately the teacher had not yet arrived this allowed the Redhead to mentally accept Tracy's first proposal so looking down at her skirt before her companion's eyes, with trembling hands she unfastened the button and zipper of her skirt, while with her feet she was already slipping off her sandals.

“Please Tracy don't cut off my clothes! -pigged the Redhead in a whisper- See I'm already getting busy, as soon as the teacher arrives and we start with the video and the lights go out I promise you I'll give you all the clothes, but you'll give them back to me then right?”

“What a good little girl you are! So you don't want to be seen naked, but here you are undoing your skirt and taking off your sandals. Would you then please hand me the skirt now? If you do it now I promise to relax you and at the end of two hours I'll give them all back to you.”

“Now! Yes, yes... The, the skirt... All right..."

Knowing that time was against her Renee lifted herself a little from her chair just enough to slip her skirt out from under her bottom. as soon as her skirt reached her knees she gathered it all up and trying to fold it as best she could so as not to make it too conspicuous she passed it from under the counter into Tracy's open hand. When her skirt changed hands Miss Cunningham put the garment she had gained inside her backpack.

“Are your feet cold? How does my beautiful child feel? Don't lie to me I know you well enough now!”