Fashion Design

Lauren's next class was Fashion Design. This was a class she actually enjoyed. She fantasized about becoming the heaad of a fashion empire someday, and that was the whole reason she was in school. She was an expert of name brand designers and the latest trends, and actually shined in this class. She could succeed while imagining her face on magazine covers.

Lauren entered. This time she wasn't the last to arrive. She darted towards her seat, using her hands to cover her butt and she jogged to cover. She breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she was concealed by her desk. Now she'd be safe!

A few moments later the instructor entered. Miss Goldinga, a fashion critique from Italy. She was absolutely gorgeous, standing over six foot in her heels, with hair down to her butt and the narrowest waist Lauren had ever seen. Oh, and of course, she had giant, gravity defying tits. Most of the men in the class were there just to stare at her for an hour a day.

"Welcome everyone." She said in her sultry accent. "Today we will continue with our live fashion critiques. This will help you hone your eye for fashion."

Lauren had forgotten this project. Every day one student had to stand before the class and get their outfit critiqued by everyone else. Many were obviously humiliated as their Sears brand clothes were ridiculed. Miss Godinga had no problem with the students pointing out flaws in the appearance of the one being critiqued, as long as it was tied into fashion. In fact, Lauren had been a particular standout with some scathing critiques.

"Ah, next up is our star student." Miss Godinga said. "Lauren Adkins, please come before the class to have your appearance evaluated."