The heat intensifies

Since your principal has been reduced to her bra and hose, she seems only barely less agitated by the heat. Still, at least the method of removing clothes was working, even if slow. You couldn’t say you weren’t drenched in your own sweat though. Sasha was so tired, she couldn’t even cover up her pussy as she’d previously been. Meanwhile, Gloria was still sitting still as if she’d turned her self off. The only thing you had to prove to yourself that she hadn’t, was that she would occasionally express some annoyance from the heat in a sluggish readjust in her position. That alone was more movement than you had ever seen her make out of sheer discomfort.

As the three of you all sat miserably, there was almost a distinct increase in temperature as you felt a sudden wave of heat fall upon the elevator. “Fuck.” You exhale. Keeping your eyes barely open, you catch Sasha about to say something, likely a reprimand, but then close her mouth.

You tug at your pant legs, allowing for some slight ventilation, though doing little in combination with the stuffy elevator. You glance over at your brunette teacher whose hair is turning a mostly unnoticeable shade of white in the sun light. After seeing you add airway into you clothes, you see her try to replicate it, though your bulkier jeans were looser than her tight suit pants. After realizing this was of no use to her, Gloria discretely slipped her thumbs into her waistband and began holding it up a tiny bit so that air could reach her crotch.

As soon as you caught her doing this, about a minute or two after she’d started, she met eyes with you. Or you with her. You couldn’t tell. Instinctively, she pulled her hands away and laid them on the floor. Looking over to your principal, you noticed her losing energy. With every movement, you were able to see more of the heat’s effect on her, he skin reddening slightly and the few remaining clothes slowly soaking up more sweat.

Hearing a sigh from Sasha, you scoot over to her. Gloria watches, perhaps in amusement or in curiosity in what you’d do. You lay a hand on Sasha’s shoulder, though it seemed out of place, her being older and higher statured than you. “Hey… you’re alright.” Your hand sticks to her slightly in the heat. “We’ll be out soon.” You never thought you’d have to be encouraging your superiors at school, but you also never thought this would happen in a million years either.

“Thank you. I think I need to rest up a moment.” Sasha replies. Before laying her head against the wall, she eyes Gloria for a second.

“Sam. Look at— you’re burning up. This isn’t comfortable to say exactly, but I think you’ll need to remove your pants.” Gloria interjects.

“Yeah. Alright then.” At this point you don’t even care. There’s no surprise in it nor any debating it anyways. Clearly expecting at least minimal argument, Gloria backs off as you pull your pants down halfway.

“No wait…. At least— I’ll go with you. I don’t want you to feel embarrassed.” She takes her hand off your arm after briefly stopping you. She indicates that you wait for her to go first before you limit yourself to your underwear. She sticks her thumbs in he waistband again and pushes down. Making it just behind where you stopped, she gets stuck. She pushes a little more, but finds that she can’t do it by herself. “Umm, some help?”

“I don’t know if—” you start.

“Please.” She shoots you a cute look of plea. You scoot over and grab the sides of her pants, being careful not to pinch her skin. You slide your hands away from her hips, but find the difficulty she must’ve been experiencing. A more powerful pull, and the pants flew down to her ankles. “Thanks. I can get it from here.” You continue to strip down, wadding your pants up and throwing them nearby the rest of your clothes. Gloria pulls her own pants off and tosses them into a growing pile of unworn clothes. You follow along, making sure to stare at nothing to mitigate anything your second brain may be working on.