You head to class

You press the lock button at Rachel and start heading for class. As you enter the English building, you see your roommate talking with his girlfriend, Stephanie. Still feeling pissed about waking up late, you clicked unlock on both of them and said, "Hey Steph, could you punch Josh in the guts."

Steph nodded, "Sure." She prepared her first and punched Josh's stomach. He dropped the books he was holding, and he's his stomach in pain.

You expected Josh to say, "What the hell?" But instead, he says, "Hey man, how's it going?"

"It's going good," you said. You turned to Steph and asked, "Why did you punch Josh?"

Steph shrugged, "I don't know, guess it was for that time he forgot about our six month anniversary."

Josh rolled his eyes over, "Here we go again."

As the two started to bucket with each other, you check your watch to see that you're ten minutes late for class. So much for being on time. You pressed the lock button and said, "Later guys."

"Later man," Josh said as he continued to argue with Steph. Now your teacher, Ms. Mora, was on your teachers I hate list for making you retake her class. Her class wasn't hard but her attitude made the whole thing unbearable, and you weren't the only one shared this thought about her. Now was the time for payback.

As you enter her classroom, your teacher, already in the middle of a lecture, said, "One more absence and you're taking my class next semester, again."

You groaned as you heard a couple of students laughing at your expense. You would have usually sat in the back and fall asleep during her class. But with this remote control, that was going to change. You clicked on the unlock at Ms. Mora and said in a voice only you, and your teacher could hear, "Step out of the class until I say you could come back in."

Ms. Mora slowly nodded to herself and then said to the class, "I'll be right back, got to make a call." She walked out the door and leaned at a wall, facing the classroom as she made her call.

You then go from person to person, clicking unlock at each student as some of the students gave you stares. You finally reached the last student and walked back to the front of the class. With conversations starting to arise, you said, "Hey everyone, no matter what happens don't stop Ms. Mora or leave the room, unless you have to use the bathroom." You see most of them now as they continued their conversation.

You walk over to Ms. Mora, who turned to you and asked, "Yes?"

"Did you hear anything in the room?" You asked.

She shook her head, "No, I've been on my phone talking with my sister." You take a closer look at what she was wearing for today; a black jacket followed with a black pencil skirt and black blouse.

You look down at your remote control, seeing the options you could have with Ms. Mora. Aside from lock and unlock there were an alarm and a car trunk and two other buttons. Having a good feel for alarm, you clicked on the trunk and said, "You can go back in."

As the two of you entered the class, you said to one of the other students, "Find another seat." The student got up and went two rows behind his seat. You wanted to have front seat of what will to Ms. Mora.

"As I was saying," Ms. Mora began as she lectured on her desk. "William Shakespeare left a significant impact on the way how modern stories are told." As she continued on with the lecture, you thought nothing was going to happen when you saw Ms. Mora's hands acting weird. As she was walking to the board, it had looked like she was trying to point to a country but instead her hand betrayed her and started to undo her blouse's buttons. Ms. Mora carried on with her explanation of why the country was important but paid no attention to what hey right hand was doing. The students around you mummer amongst themselves but other than that, the class continued on. With her buttons undone, you could see another shirt and bra beneath the blouse. "Any questions?" Your teacher asked as she started to take her shoe off.

You raised your hand. "I just have a question about one of the questions in the book." Your teacher walks awkwardly towards you as she was wearing only a heel on one foot and stocking for her other foot.

"Which question is it?" She asked.

"Nevermind, I got it now," you said.

Your teacher nodded and lift her leg up to remove the other shoe. Walking back to the board to continue the lesson, she lifted up her skirt to show her white panty and moved her chair in front of the table. Grabbing the seat with her free foot, she slowly took off her stocking as she talked about how Shakespeare might not be a real person. The look of your teacher being serious on her face but all fun on her body was jarring, but it was starting to turn you on. Moving back to her top, she slid her jacket as well as her unbuttoned blouse.

Stripped too only her shirt, bra, skirt, and panties, Ms. Mora says, "Take the time to read chapter twelve in your textbook."

There was a small groan in the classroom, but everyone did as they were told. With the chair still out in front, Ms. Mora sat back down and lifted her legs up to remove her skirt. Her hands started to sink into her panties as she looked at the class with all the dignity her face can still give. With students sneaking a glance every once in a while, the look of pleasure started to creep on to your teacher's face.

"That should be enough reading," your teacher said as she pulled her shirt over herself without skipping a beat. With a clear view of her underwear and the stuff that was on her hands, at best your teacher could pull off playing a parody of herself. "Many of his stories that sold the test of time are Romeo and Juliet," she holds her bra on one head. "And Macbeth." She holds her panties in her other hand. The mummers in the classroom grew, forcing your teacher to quiet them down.

As she dropped her last remaining clothes, you could see that her tits were erect meaning that to a certain extent her body was being turned on. With your teacher teaching your class in her birthday suit, you wondered if there was any button you could press to extend the scene. Or maybe just leave her like this and have her colleagues scolds her for indecent exposure.