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Jake leaned back in his chair, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Not bad," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But we're not done yet." He gestured towards her with his pen, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Take off your skirt," he commanded.

Selina's fingers trembled as she reached down to unzip her skirt. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

The zipper’s metallic teeth parted with a whisper, the sound deafening in the silent classroom. Selina’s skirt slithered down her stockinged legs, pooling around her ankles like liquid shadow. The garter belt clung to her hips, its delicate straps framing the lace-edged panties beneath. A collective inhale prickled the air—somewhere, a chair creaked. Jake’s pen tapped against his desk, slow and deliberate.

The clasps of her garter belt bit into her thighs as she stepped free of the skirt, the nylon stockings shimmering under the fluorescent lights. A bead of sweat traced the dip of her spine as Jake’s gaze raked over her—slow, appraising, like a collector examining a new acquisition.

"Turn around," he said, twirling the pen in a lazy circle.

Selina’s flats scuffed against the desk as she pivoted, the cool air kissing the backs of her thighs. The clock above the whiteboard ticked—three seconds, four—before his low whistle cut through the silence.

"Those panties barely cover anything," someone muttered near the back. A stifled laugh.

Selina's face flushed even hotter as she turned back around, her eyes meeting Jake's. He smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Now, since you're such a bad teacher," he said, "I think it's only fair that you teach us something else."

The room fell silent, the students' anticipation palpable. Selina's heart raced as she tried to think of what he could possibly mean. Her mind raced, but all she could think of was the bet they had made.

"What... what do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice trembling.