Horrible implications regarding use of recordings and student requests

The contract was specifically meant for female sex ed models; the one for males had to have enough differences to be entirely separate. In the first part, it listed the conditions that had to be met before the model was even allowed to sign the contract:

She had to have a doctor's note proving she was completely healthy. She had to undress completely for the teacher to prove she was willing to show her body. She had to stimulate herself until she climaxes, to prove without a doubt she was capable of doing that, as it is vital to the lesson.

Child's play, compared to what Anna had to go through. But maybe it would have been nice to get eased into it. Next was what the model legally agreed to do - and have done to her - during the time of the lesson.

'The model will not be the told what the subjects of the lesson will entail beforehand, but she bindingly agrees that she is willing to undergo the following list of demonstrations of anatomy/bodily functions/sexual practices: Truthful answering of any question regarding her body and her sexual habits. Close examination of every part of her buddy, including breasts, areola, nipples, anus, anal cavity, labia majora, labia minora, clitoris, urethral opening, urethra, vaginal opening, vagina, and cervix; including the procedures necessary to make these examinations possible. Demonstration of the function of the urethra, via urination. Stimulation of any erogenous zone, either manually, orally, or with adult sexual aids of any kind, including penetration. Being brought to climax, possibly numerous times. Demonstrating any sexual practices by performing them on/with any student who volunteers/requests, including everything that has been previously stated, and sexual intercourse (note: safe sex practices have highest priority).'

Slack-jawed, Anna stared at the paragraph, not noticing her returning hotness and arousal, reliving with every word the things she had to do, while contemplating the things she was spared. Had Mr. Jones actually gone easy on her? He would have had the right to use a speculum on her, even to spread her... her pee hole open. And he could have made her piss in front of the class! The last sentence was especially troubling. Would she have had to eat out Lilly's pussy, suck Greg's dick? Get fucked by Ethan and Dylan simultaneously, in both holes?

But that would never happen. The lesson was over, and she was safe from these degradations, that was the only consolation here. Anna read on:

'Any recordings that are made of the session do not need to be censored in any way, and are the sole property of the school. They may or may not be made available to students, teachers, parents, suitable organizations and information networks as the board of the school sees fit. They may or may not be used for live showings inside the school.'

Anna froze. This... this was surely just some legal mumbo jumbo that has to be formulated like that, because of some obscure reason. They wouldn't actually share her complete and utter shame with all the students and teachers. And parents. And the whole world via some freely accessible sex ed site, if it didn't already leak by even one of all those people posting it to the internet themselves.

"Mr. Jones...? About this paragraph here..."

"Yes, I though you'd ask", he answered immediately. He had been standing by her side, attentively. "Normally, there isn't a reason to share this material with the whole school or any organizations or networks, as there already is plenty sex ed material out there; unless yours is deemed as being of higher quality, and that remains to be seen. I haven't heard of one such live showing ever taking place. They might have the right to do that, but I wouldn't worry about that, if I were you."

"Alright then..." The way he said it wasn't much less vague than the contract, though. Until it was certain what the school would do, she would have to live with the possibility of her everything being made public knowledge.

"Of course you know already that I sent the video material to the students of this class for their homework; I trust them to not share it further. I sent it, together with a copy of your contract, to your email address as well. ...also, something that is formulated a little confusingly in the contract, but might be of interest to you: for the rest of the day, you are allowed to remain unclothed, as long as you explain it to students by clearly telling them that you were a sex ed model today, and wish to remain naked out of your own personal reasons. It's a complicated legal situation, but if you don't say that, you could be reported for indecent exposure."

Anna shook her head, decisively. "I do NOT want to remain naked. And so I don't have to, it would be very kind if you would get- wait. What did you say about an email?"

"Uhm... that I sent the material to the students, and the material plus the contract to your address?"

How? The school didn't have her address. Unless... oh no. A feeling of dread rose up in Anna's stomach.

"Where... did you get... that address?"

"From your student records", he answered, puzzled. "There was an email address there, featuring your last name. ...is anything the matter with that?"

That was. The email address. Of her parents. They had mail apps on their phones. And either one could check their phone any second. Or could have already checked it, minutes ago, and seen everything, but Anna wasn't ready to accept that possibility just yet.

"A call... I need to make a call! Telephone, mobile, doesn't matter!", she demanded, with panic filling her voice.

"I don't have one with me. You can use the one in the secretary's office. ...wait, don't run off! You need to sign!"

No time. No time to read the rest! She could fret about all the awful details later. Damage control had a higher priority. Anna snapped the pen out of her teacher's hand, flipped through the papers until she found the end of the document, put her signature, noticed another sheet with a signature area underneath, and did the same there. It had its own heading, but was probably still part of the same contract.

Then, she rushed to the door. She couldn't afford to take much care; but it was the sixth period, last one of the day, so there should hardly be any people about.