She can't stop laughing

"Ha, ha, ha! Oh my god dude nice cock! I know there's not much going on up in that head of yours, but I promise there's better ways for you to admit you have a crush on me."

Blushing furiously you put your hands over your shame.

"Shut up Ashley! Like any guy on Earth would ever find you attractive!"

"Say it ain't so John. You're breaking my heart here." The skater girl said while wiping away a fake tear. "And if that's the case does that mean you're just walking around dressed like for any girl to gawk at? Like I get it. With grades like yours, a male stripper would be your best career path, but c'mon man you can't go around advertising your services in my halls."

"Fuck you! I'm not a stripper and I'm turning my grades around!"

"Ha! That's a shame. I'm not going to lie you're very easy on the eyes. You'd definitely have a customer in me, but I guess that will never happen since you're 'turning your grades around'. After all nothing screams 'I'm a genius' like forgetting to get dressed in the morning." Ashley said as she pulled out her ticket book.

"I'm going to do you a solid and ignore the fact that you slammed into me. Only because I think 'flashing genitals to hall monitor' is a way funnier ticket to write. I'm sure you and Principle Vickey are going to have a fun conversation about this."

"Wait! You can't write me up for this."

"Hmm? Why the hell not?"

"It's just... It's... Uh... Well this is my new uniform."

Ashley cocked an eyebrow as smile took over her face. "Excuse me?"

You groan as your bully waits amused for your explanation.

"Look it's all apart of this weird academic probation thing. I have to get my grades up before I can have the rest of my clothes back, and right now I'm really close to loosing these briefs too if I don't hurry up and make it to my next class."

"Wait, wait, wait." Ashley said shaking her head in disbelief. "You can loose your underwear too?"

"Yeah! If I'm late to another class or get written up again they're going to strip me totally naked for the rest of the week!"

A second too late you realize giving that information to a girl who thrives off your humiliation isn't the best idea. Ashely also recognizes your mistake as her amused smile quickly turned evil.

"Oh, I see. Well if that's the case enjoy your ticket for sprinting in the halls." She said with glee as her hand swiftly ran her pen across the ticket. As if the second she completed writing it your underwear would drop to the floor and turn to dust before her.

"Ashley, please wait!" You say while reaching your hands out to stop her pen, and in the process letting your dick spring free once again.

Your hands wrapped around hers and stopped her from finishing the ticket.

"Ashley, seriously." You begin, but stop once you notice her eyes grow as wide as her smile. What exactly is happening hits you when cold air breezes over your exposed member.

You freeze for a second in pure embarrassment. This isn't a quick flash, Ashley has gotten a true eye full of you right now and her face is glowing. You finally snap out of it when she giggled and said. "Dude I'm not even joking, I got a party coming up and you'd make a great centerpiece."

"I-I'm not a stripper damn it!" You stutter while quickly moving to cover yourself. Ashley seemed to forget about your ticket. Not because she feels sorry for you, but more because she's currently crying from laughter. Either way she's stopped and now's the time to barging with her.

"Listen don't write that ticket and... and I'll owe you one ok? A favor you can call in whenever you want."

As the tall girl caught her breath she didn't return to writing the ticket. She may be considering your offer, or she may just be thinking of the best way to shatter your hopes.