Doomed to the same fate as her seemingly snagged-again skirt, Olivia’s blouse was next to be removed, as both sleeves began rolling down from her shoulders. Accelerated by her stumbling momentum forward, Miss Vicksen’s hands quickly popped free from the ends of each sleeve, having her practically walking right out of her clothes.
Like a baby deer on new legs, Olivia finally regained her balance after a few staggering steps. But as her heels came clicking to an awkward halt, Miss Vicksen suddenly became a deer caught in the headlights, staring down awestruck at her new staggering state of undress. Her mouth fell open dumbly, blinking her eyes in disbelief, unable to comprehend what she was seeing. And as she tilted her head back up to all of her openly gawking students, it was clear none of them could believe it either.
Bulging eyes were nearly springing from their sockets. Slackened jaws were sent dropping through the floor. No one dared to even blink, not wanting to miss a single monumental moment of this voluptuous brunette bombshell, standing haplessly in front of the entire school, left wearing only her white stiletto heels, and a pink lace g-string.
*WOLF-WHISTLE*
“I dunno Miss V...” Derek cracked with a devious smile, “Looks like the show’s just getting started!”
Miss Vicksen proceeded to blush the brightest shade of red, as the comment cued a wild chorus of catcalls and laughter from the unruly crowd. Soon to follow were the rapid-fire clicks of countless cameraphones, pointing from all angles, their beaming flashes flooding the length of the hallway. Former classmates, current students, and everyone inbetween hastily encircled the disrobed instructor, clamoring to get a better view of the inconceivable sight: Who was once considered Rosewood’s most unattainable prom queen goddess, then unanimously enthroned as its sexiest-ever student teacher, had now been unceremoniously stripped of all ego and ensemble, hopelessly left wearing her two hands as a makeshift bra, and one incredibly tiny Friday-themed thong.
Reactively turning her red face from all the flashing lights, Olivia’s eyes instinctively set their sights on the classroom door, **** to find a route for cover. But as her focus arrived at the room’s entrance, she then saw the culprit of her wardrobe’s mysterious malfunction.
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