Sandry tries to sneak away

The loss of her bra was the final straw for Sandry, she knew she needed to find something else to wear. Leaving her mixture on the table, she started to edge towards the door.

"Sandry? Everything okay?" she suddenly found the teacher stood in front of her. Ms Nicols was in her thirties, mousy brown hair and thick glasses, so Sandry hoped she would not realise that behind her apron she was virtually nude, maybe she could pass for wearing a short skirt and a short-sleeved blouse.

"Sandry?" Ms Nicols repeated.

"Oh, yes. I just need to... go..."

"Now, we've been through this before, remember, you can't leave the mixture half-made."

"Please, Miss, I'll be right back."

"Let me see where you're up to, first."

"Okay, sure." Sandry side-stepped back to where she was working, keeping her front to the teacher. Fortunately there was no one behind her. She reached her workstation and gestured to the bowl.

"I see." Ms Nicols said, "You're at the mixing stage, I suppose if you've got everything in there you can let it rest of five minutes, but come right back."

"I will, Miss, thank you." Sandry said, side-stepping back to the door.

"Sandry! Where are your clothes?!"

"My..." Sandry looked down at where her apron had snagged on the desk and was pulled away from her body, leaving her bare breasts standing exposed, bare stomach and her brief white thong. "Oh, no."