Taken by the boys at school

Your eyes flutter open, blinking away the haze and the sudden bright light all around you. When your vision returns, you find yourself standing in a parking lot next to a large building made of stone and glass. Your immediate surrounds was that of a suburban neighborhood that was familiar, the rows of houses and streets seemingly jumping out of your memories in long steady streams. You know where you are. You are at school, the place where you worked as an English teacher. The place where you only just started your teaching career a few months ago.

Your gaze turned downward, finding yourself far from dressed for work, or even at all. All you had on was a frilly garter, black stockings and extra high heel shoes you never knew you owned. Instead of screaming in distress and embarassment, you lift and rounded your bare tits, shuffling in your stance to make sure that you were correctly presented. Once you were happy, you confidently strode forward in exaggerated sashays. The moment you rounded the corner, there were people everywhere. Students in their senior years and staff members of all ages and experience. You enter the crowd, drawing eyes, whistles and catcalling from every direction. They were looking at you, glaring at your exposed thighs, nipples and shaven pussy. Everywhere you looked, all you could see was a sea of pussy hungry men, which was exactly what you wanted to see. After all, this was what you were here for.