She goes to class.

Amy decided she wasn't likely to do much better than this, and suspected that Bianca would delight too much in making her perform a forfeit only to end up even more naked, so she took this opportunity to hurry to class.

She practically ran down the hallway, eager both to get away from Bianca, and to see Bradley...Dr. Moore...again. She didn't get very far down the hall before tripping and falling from the heels. She hobbled the rest of the way at a much slower pace.

Amy drew glances from everyone on her way across the campus, glances which turned into double takes as people realized that the white circle in the middle of her shirt was her bare skin. She fell again when one of her heels found a gopher hole in the middle of the quad (she'd decided to cut across to get to class sooner). She made it all the way to the humanities hall before noticing that her shirt had shifted in that fall and one of her nipples was poking out, plain as day. She blushed deeply and tried to remember who had seen her in that last half of her walk.

When she finally burst through the door to Bradley's class, she was 8 minutes late.

"How nice of you to join us," Bradley said. He made a show of looking at his class roster before continuing, "you must be Amy Martin." He winked at her in such a way that reminded her of how he had looked when he came in her last night.

"Yes," she said, "that's me."

"In the future, Amy, I'd prefer it if you simple not come at all if you're going to be late. Please have a seat." Bradley indicated an open chair in the very front of the class, exactly opposite his desk.

"As I was saying, literary criticism contains several different 'lenses' through which a work may be explored and analysed. Feminism, for example, or post-colonialism."

Amy buzzed inwardly, "post-colonialism" had been the code word Bradley had given her to let her know he was thinking about all the things he had done to her the previous night during their game of truth or dare. Bradley hadn't know that Amy was under duress, as far as he knew, she was just an adventurous slut interested in pushing her limits. Amy had to admit to herself that she like how the handsome English professor looked at her.

Throughout the lecture, Bradley mentioned "post-colonialism" again and again. Each time, Amy blushed a little. After the third time, she got an idea--as much as she hated the way that Bianca was humiliating her, it excited her as well. And she really liked Bradley. So maybe, just this once, she could play the part a little. After all, who was to know? Besides Bradley.

So Amy, pretended to itch her upper arm, and in so doing, she moved her boob window to the side, exposing one nipple. She glanced to the sides, to make sure her classmates were distracted by their note-taking, and then deliberately pinched and tweaked her nipple, while making direct eye-contact with Bradley. When she was sure he was looking back, she licked her lips, as well. She took great satisfaction in making her professor momentarily lose his train of thought.

She adjusted her shirt back into place (lest anyone else see), and waited until Dr. Moore mentioned "post-colonialism" again. When he did, she pulled the thin strand of denim that constituted the crotch of her shorts aside and showed him her bare pussy under her desk. Again she looked to the side to make sure that her classmates were looking up at the chalkboard. When she was sure that they were, she slide one finger (easily) into her wet pussy and brought it slowly to her mouth.

Bradley stopped mid-sentence befuddled, staring at her crotch. Then he caught himself, coughed, and continued lecturing. Amy felt electric. She could no longer deny that Bianca's debasement, degradation, humiliation, turned Amy on, but this time it had been her choice. She had been in control. That changed things for Amy. At least for the moment.

When class was over, Dr. Moore said, "Amy, if you wouldn't mind meeting me in my office in 5 minutes for office hours, I'd like to, ahem, catch you up on what you missed when you came in late."