She's pissed.

"Listen John!" Michele said getting up from her seat. "I'm really trying to be a friend here and give you the benefit of the doubt, but I'm starting to think the only reason you joined this art project is so you could have an excuse to wave your cock in my face!"

"What?! No! Michele that was an accident I swear!" You blurt out in your defense.

"Oh no John, It's more than you just 'accidently'-" Michele made sure to make a quotation gesture with her fingers as she said that. "- sticking your cock in my mouth. I'm also wondering why someone like you, who every day at lunch would tell me how much you're just taking this class for a grade, would volunteer to be a nude model. You know something that typically even the most dedicated art students find hard to do."

"Well, I..." You begin but stop dead in your tracks since you don't exactly want to admit you were blackmailed into being here for spying on the girls changing room. "Just... you're getting this all wrong Michele!"

"Oh really, I'm getting this all wrong huh?! Well then if you're not getting off to me looking at you naked then why has your dick been hard since you pulled your pants down?"

You start sweating bullets as you try and think of a way to talk yourself out of this, but she really has you pinned as some kind of pervert right now.

"Jeez Michele." Gabby speaks up in her usual bored monotone voice. "John obviously has some kind of humiliation fetish. Don't you realize you berating him like this is just turning him on even more?"

Michele's eyes suddenly shot open, as if Gabby had just given her the final clue to solving the worlds biggest mystery. "Is this true John?! Are you getting off to me yelling at you, to being stripped naked and having your clothes hidden away?!"

"No! No I'm not Michele!" You respond vehemently. "I'm absolutely humiliated right now! This isn't turning me on at all, you have to believe me!"

Closing her eyes, Michele took a deep breath and sat back down in her seat. "Ok, I'm willing to give you a chance to prove yourself."

"Really?! You say thrilled for the chance to get your friend back on your side.

"Yes, here's what I want you to do. Move back in front of me please."

You obey her order and position yourself back on the edge of the platform facing her.

"Ok now put your hands to your side, and if you still have an erection even after everything that just happened — then I'm convinced you're getting off to this and I promise to do everything I can to make today the most humiliating day of your life!"

"But—" You try to interject but are quickly cut off.

"No buts, and no more stalling. Hand to your side. Now."