The Girls Restroom

Struggling to pull her pants back up, keep her top covered, and open the door the school all at the same time, Ms Nolan drops the clipboard. She holds up the front of her pants, leaving her entire backside exposed as the back of her slacks is ripped wide open. She hears laughter and whistles from behind her and feels heat in her face and chest and knows she is blushing.

She makes it inside and heads for the nearest place she can get privacy, the girls restroom. She rushes in and finds only one stall empty. She rushes in and slams the door. She curses as she finds the door's lock is broken. She leans against the door and tries to catch her breath and wrap her head around what just happened. She had been thoroughly humiliated in front of her students and had no way of fixing her clothes or getting new clothes.

"Ms. Nolan, need some help?" called a girl followed by giggling.

"No, go away!" shouted Ms. Nolan. "No, wait."

"What do you need?" asked the voice.

"Go get Mrs. West from the office and ask her to come here," said the assistant principal mentally cursing herself for leaving her cell phone in her purse in her office.

"Why, what's in it for us?" More giggling followed.

"Look, just help me!" shouted Yvette. She heard some whispering and more giggling. "What's going on? Are you going to help me?"

"Oh, we'll give you a hand!"