She goes to class.

Amy tried to cover her chest with her hands, at first, but soon found that, with a hand across her back and another one holding a strap of her backpack in place, there was no way to stop her sweatpants from falling down and exposing her pussy and ass to everyone she passed. So she gave up on covering up her nipples, visible to all through her see-through blouse, and kept at least one hand on the waistband of her sweatpants at all times. Her chest drew plenty of stares from the people she passed rushing across the hall, but she made it there without significant incident.

When she finally burst through the door to Bradley's class, she was 8 minutes late.

"How nice of you to join us," Bradley said. He made a show of looking at his class roster before continuing, "you must be Amy Martin." He winked at her in such a way that reminded her of how he had looked when he came in her last night.

"Yes," she said, "that's me."

"In the future, Amy, I'd prefer it if you simple not come at all if you're going to be late. Please have a seat." Bradley indicated an open chair in the very front of the class, exactly opposite his desk.

As Amy set her backpack down beside her desk, she noticed that the back of her sweatpants had slipped down to expose the top of her ass. She had two choices, she could use both hands to pull her pants up, a move which would be very obvious to the whole class, or she could simply slide into her seat as quick as she could and hope that nobody notices. She chose the later path. When she felt the cold wood of the chair on her bare ass cheeks, she realized that her sweatpants must have drooped lower than she thought.

"As I was saying," Dr. Moore continued, "literary criticism contains several different 'lenses' through which a work may be explored and analysed. Feminism, for example, or post-colonialism."

Amy buzzed inwardly, "post-colonialism" had been the code word Bradley had given her to let her know he was thinking about all the things he had done to her the previous night during their game of truth or dare. Bradley hadn't know that Amy was under duress, as far as he knew, she was just an adventurous slut interested in pushing her limits. Amy had to admit to herself that she like how the handsome English professor looked at her.

Throughout the lecture, Bradley mentioned "post-colonialism" again and again. Each time, Amy blushed a little. After the third time, she got an idea--as much as she hated the way that Bianca was humiliating her, it excited her as well. And she really liked Bradley. So maybe, just this once, she could play the part a little. After all, who was to know? Besides Bradley.

So whenever she saw that Bradley was looking directly at her, she surreptitiously pinched one of her prominent nipples through her see-through top, hoping to remind him of her very first dare from the night before. She was gratified when her professor flashed a brief smile and made even more frequent references to post-colonialism.

Emboldened, Amy glanced to the sides to make sure that her classmates were looking at the whiteboard instead of at her. When she was sure, she yawned and dropped one hand to her lap to pull the loose elastic of her sweatpants down even further. Soon her sweatpants were around her mid-thighs, and she was sure that Dr. Moore could see her pussy whenever he wanted. The next time he looked her way, she casually placed her pen vertically along her slit and slowly slide it up and down over her clit. Then she brought it up to her mouth and bit it, like it was a nervous habit.

Bradley stopped mid-sentence befuddled, staring at her crotch. Then he caught himself, coughed, and continued lecturing. Amy felt electric. She could no longer deny that Bianca's debasement, degradation, humiliation, turned Amy on, but this time it had been her choice. She had been in control. That changed things for Amy. At least for the moment. She felt so brave.

When class was over, Dr. Moore said, "Amy, if you wouldn't mind meeting me in my office in 5 minutes for office hours, I'd like to, ahem, catch you up on what you missed when you came in late."