Enjoy your sexy secretary

Kristen's not a very good dancer. She bites her lip as she awkwardly gyrates around the gymnasium, rolling her hips, glancing over at you to make sure she's doing it right. The students cheer her on as she slides out of her pencil skirt and begins to unbutton her white blouse, revealing a slim but full-breasted body clad in black lacy lingerie. She snaps her garter belt, nervously, doing her best to look sexy as her pert panty-clad bottom wiggles back and forth.

The students cheer as she throws her blouse into the audience, where two nerds immediately start fighting over it. Her cheeks burn as she stands before the crowd in just her underwear, her eyes darting towards you, hoping against hope that you'll allow her to stop before this gets any worse. You just smile, and motion for her to keep going.

You've never seen anything more satisfying than the look of discomfort on her face as, against all her better judgment, her hands creep towards the straps of her bra. She cups one hand to her breasts and looks toward you, eyes pleading for mercy. You smile, and shake your head.

There's no escape. Kristen whimpers, eyes downcast, as she unfastens her bra and lets her apple-sized breasts fall free. Her fingers tremble, **** to cover her breasts, as she twirls the bra around above her head, unable to hide herself, putting on a shamefully topless show for the whole school. She tosses the bra aside and takes a deep breath, stealing herself to face the final humiliation.

There's a round of applause as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and, excruciatingly slowly, starts to work them down her thighs. Daisy puts two fingers to her lips and lets out a piercing whistle as her perky little ass comes into view. Kristen's face blazes red, her whole body trembling with shame, as she kicks the panties off her ankles.

She stands before front of the crowd in nothing but glasses, heels and stockings, hands on her hips, burning from head to toe as she fights the impulse to crouch down and cover up, listening to the cat-calls ringing in her ears.

"Nice tits!"

"Naughty girl!"

"Hey, I always wanted to see her pussy!"

"Alright, quiet down," you say, waving a hand to shut the students up. "Now, Kristen. You have a job to do. You need to keep count of the girls we've stripped. Start with the cheerleaders over there."

"Um, okay. I'd say there's about eleven of them..."

"Not like that, Kristen! You need to keep a proper count!"

"And that means..."

"Go over there and give each girl a kiss."

"Oh."

"No, not on the lips! A special kiss!"

"A special..."

"Between the legs, silly!"

"...what?" Kristen, blushing hotly, looks at the array of naked cheerleaders spread out before her. Each one has her legs spread, meaning at she's looking at a row of naked pussies splayed for her investigation. "You really want me to..."

"We're going to bring in every girl in school, and you're going to give each one a special kiss. When you've kissed three hundred and ninety-one vaginas, we'll be done. Unless you lose track, and then we'll have to start all over again."

"But..."

"And Daisy will give you a spank for each one, to make sure you remember. Let's go!"