Yes

Nate did not deign to answer with a proper message, he simply texted back a 'thumbs-up' emoji. Sam really did look like a slutty porn star. He was curious to see what people would say when she arrived in class today. He was pretty sure the faculty wouldn't like it. Oh well, he would just have to see how Sam handled it. She would most likely be fine; the faculty wouldn't do anything to their basketball star.

Nate arrived in class two minutes before it was due to start, and Sam still wasn't there. "It's a pity." He thought. He always did find it fun needling her and seeing her squirm. She couldn't talk back to him because she was terrified of what he would make her wear next, and of him releasing those pictures. When Sam did finally arrive in class, it was with only seconds to spare. Clearly she had realised that Nate could **** her to wear this stuff, but she could minimise the amount of time that people saw her wearing it.

With Sam getting many strange looks from the girls in the class, and most of the guys in the class salivating over her, the teacher, Mr Burch, decided to send her to the Faculty Head to see if she should be disciplined. Nate was pretty sure she wouldn't be, and he was right. Sam returned to class twenty minutes later, looking abashed and blushing furiously, but not in any real trouble. Pretty soon, class was over, but as Nate ate his lunch in the courtyard, he had an unusual encounter.