Chakra Shakeup

~~ An Arriving Audience ~~

The ornaments on the front door clattered softly as it swung open. Pattering footsteps of various weights hit the ground together. A combination of masculine and feminine voices conversed among each other in the main entrance.

“Sandra not in today?” a female voice asked, pointing to the empty front desk.

“Hopefully she’s not sick.”

“We’re good to just walk in though.”

Several voices interjected each other. A few pulled things out of their bags before heading through the hallway.

~~ Stage Fright ~~

A lone young woman tried her best to hold a pose. All the while not focusing on her lack of clothing. She closed her eyes and breathed. Her instructor hadn’t been gone too long, but she hoped he’d be back soon.

The low rumble from down the hall brought a jolt through her body. Like an oncoming stampede of wildebeests in a ravine. Mindlessly heading toward a **** lion cub caught in an elaborate Shakespearian **** plot.

Sandra’s body regained all its tension. Her head swiveled as she looked around for her clothes. In her eagerness to look away when getting undressed, she never saw where Liam put them. The basket blended in with everything else in the room.

“No no NO!” Her thoughts were a continued protest that this couldn’t be allowed to happen. But unfortunately Sandra had no say in the matter.

The chatting stopped the second the group had eyes on a naked girl standing around an otherwise empty studio. A mixture of raised brows and hanging jaws summed up how little they expected it. For a moment they hardly recognized the curvy knockout standing in front of them was the receptionist.

“Sandra?!” one of them blurted out. Most likely the first one to actually look at her face.

The poor girl’s face lit up like a furnace was sending heat through her whole body. Her arms clamping over it as much as she could. The arm that shot down between her legs was one thing. But her other arm had difficulty hiding a chest that full by itself.

“Don’t! I’m… It’s not my fault!” Sandra babbled nonsensically as she tried and failed to find the words needed to explain herself.

All the while the group’s reaction turned from surprise to amusement. Several of them were giggling and the others took no shame in enjoying the view.

“Wow Sandra, that's definitely a body.” one of them chuckled.

“Oh it really is.” another chortled.

“VERY nice.”

She couldn’t even tell if these were compliments or insults. This only made her squirm even more. She shifted herself downwards. Subconsciously she just wanted to shrink herself out of view. Every lewd comment rang in her head. Even feeling them walking closer to her was enough to make her want to scream.

“Aww no need to be ashamed girl,” one of the men stepped over and playfully ruffled her hair.

“You’re free to use whatever uniform you want.”

Sandra was surrounded.

~~ The third eye ~~

Liam had finished the call several minutes ago. Presently he stood in the shadows of the hall opposite the room. He could see Sandra the moment his students spotted her. Keeping a careful eye on things in case they escalated.

He saw a little teasing as harmless enough. Not that he intended to throw her in the deep end like this. But yoga is all about being flexible.

“Alright class I believe she’s had enough now,” Liam soothed the energy of the room in one motion. All eyes and bodies turned to face him.

“Now why don’t you all set up and give the lady some privacy,” he said. His arm reached out to Sandra who was currently practicing her own position called “The Embarrassed Naked Female”

“You alright my dear?” Liam’s voice was calm, and his hands kept behind his back.

“Y-Yeah…” Sandra’s face was still beet red, and her body still shook.

“Would you be interested in another session some time?”

“M-Maybe…” her voice still stammered, “Sure.”

Liam only nodded, and handed her the basket with her clothes. Which she hastily took.

“See you tomorrow!” She yelled backwards as she ran for the front door.

“Erm,” his face twisted in confusion. “Sandra?”

There was a distant, high pitched yelp from the parking lot

“You know you could have put those back on my dear…”