School Uniform!

"I'll take the school job." you reply, thinking you'd start off with something relatively tame compared to what you had just did with Tyrone - you wanted a taste of normal modelling.

"Okay." he replies. "Show up at the school tomorrow at around 9 AM - we'll have the uniforms ready for you. Be ready." You hang up.

After a good night's sleep, you go through your morning, showering and putting on makeup. You slip on a black bra and thong, a baby blue t-shirt and shorts and head on over to the school.

As you bike into the lot, you see a surprising amount of cars in the lot, as you'd figured the school would be closed during the summer. You see Tyrone standing near a doorway with his equipment, and you lock your bike and head over.

"Why are there so many people here?"

"It's summer school, but they won't bother us - they're only using half of the school. We'll be using a science room on the other half of the building." He hands you a couple of suit bags, and picks up his tripod and camera. "Follow me."

You sling the bags over your shoulders, and folow Tyrone in. Although the halls are mostly deserted, the few students and teachers you do see are dejected - the teachers stuck working during the time when most of their colleagues are off, and they look at you with ire, clearly thinking you don't belong here. It's better then the looks from the students, those who failed their classes during the year and had to come in during time they thought they'd have off. The females glare at you jealously, and the guys leer and gape at your long legs and your breasts poking through your thin shirt.

Eventually, you come to your class room, and it is a science lab - the student's desks and teacher's desk flanked by several sinks, faucets, and a few stray beakers, with cupboards full of various materials.

"Go change in the bathroom over there." points Tyrone. "I'll get set up in here."

You run into the bathroom, and quickly change from your outfit into the school's 'new' uniform. It's the typical white blouse, short blue and green checkered skirt that goes to the middle of your thighs (with a slit up the side), and white socks, with black toed heels to complete the outfit. You throw your shirt and shorts back into the bag, and walk out of the bathroom, having not been disturbed.

Tyrone whistles at you as you walk in, having set up the tripod for future use with another camera, but holding his own camera for the moment. "Damn babe. Now hop up onto the teacher's desk and cross your legs so we can get the full profile." You obey him, idly looking out the window as he starts to take some shots, but then he stops.

"Something's not right...." he starts. "Undo a couple of buttons at the top of your blouse - we're not prudes here."

You obey, as you'd done it up all the way to your neck since you thought these shots needed to be proper. "One more." Tyrone asks, and you oblige, as it's now down to the top of your breasts, and you flare your lapels out to show more skin.

He keeps flashing the camera, and you smile as the photos get taken, flashing your pearly whites for the camera, continuing to swing your legs. Eventually, you hop off the desk to pose for more shots somewhere else, and Tyrone frowns, looking over your body.

"There's still something missing...why don't you..."