The teacher's lounge

Nazia knew she was now in deep trouble. She also knew it wasn't her fault. Well, maybe it was, partially, since she didn't do anything to stop the girls from stripping her. She walked down the hall, arms wrapped around herself, lost in thought over what was going to happen to her. She knew she had to keep this job, or else the whole undercover operation would be compromised. She wasn't sure how she would handle things with Ella, but she had already sworn by Allah she would do whatever it took to hold on to her job there as a teacher. She could only guess what Emma would make her do. But maybe things wouldn't be as bad as she thought they would turn out. She kept trying to find a glimmer of hope in all of this as she knocked on the door of the teacher's lounge.

"Come in," Ella called out. Nazia opened the door, and went inside.

"Sit down," Ella commanded her. She took a seat across from Ella, and looked down at the table surface.

"Now this is how things are going to work," Ella began. "I'm going to give you some assignments. Call them extracurricular activities. Some of them will be during school hours. Some will be after school. But to stay in my good graces, you must complete each assignment I give you without question. Now tell me Nazia, are you a virgin?"

Nazia looked up at her, puzzled to say the least. "Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"It just so happens I need a virgin to satisfy one of our school's biggest sponsors. If he's happy, he keeps on sponsoring us with wads of much needed cash. Do you follow me so far?"

"What will I have to do?"

"Whatever he tells you to do."

"Whatever he tells me?" Nazia was a bit stunned. "I won't have sex with him. I am saving myself for marriage. Besides, it's a sin before Allah."

"You swore by Allah you would do anything to keep your job. Are you going to break your promise to Allah? Do you want me to send this video to the police? Maybe show it to Miss Doherty? She'll fire you on the spot, and your life will be ruined. Is that what you want?"

Nazia was distressed. This was a no win situation, and she had **** but to accept. "All right, I will do whatever he asks," she finally relented. "When and where is this event supposed to take place?"

"It will happen some time next week. I'll help you prepare for it. Part of that is making sure you wear the proper wardrobe. Now stand up, and take off your clothes."

"Why? Haven't you seen enough of me?" Nazia protested.

"You need to obey me without question. I've been told you wear old fashioned underwear that pre-dates everyone's grandmother. I want to see if it's true." Ella licked her lips in anticipation.

"They're just big and comfy, and modest!" Nazia shot back. "A woman needs to be modest."

"You're taxing my patience," Ella fumed. "Now off with the clothes, Nazia."