Music class.

Fourty pairs of eyes are locked onto you when you burst into the center of class; cellists, clarinetists, and trombone players gasp, nearly dropping their prized instruments when they spy your semi-erect dick. The entirety of the gawking musicians are cute girls, but that's not the worst part of this embarrassment— no, that would be Miss Villagomez, the hot music teacher standing twelve inches away. She's wearing a tight black pencil skirt, low pumps, and a blouse with an open top that shows off the cleavage of her perky B-cups.

To outright call her sexy would be a rather strange description but there were very very few people in the school who denied that Miss Villagomez looked incredible; in addition to her beauty, her raw exuberance for the art of music drew student's crushes toward her like a magnet— Including you, at least, before you met Denise. Out of all the people in your school who might see you naked, this adorable music teacher was in the top 3 of whom you wanted most not to get the full show, and yet… she's staring straight at your penis.

"Sam!? Y-you're naked."

The blush across your cheeks deepens as the petite woman who taught you guitar examines your body like a piece of meat, checking you out with the kind of intense sexual interest that comes only from recurring fantasies; you swear you hear the music teacher mutter under her haggard breath, "Holy shit, Charlotte really came through… my wish is granted…"

Failing to maintain any sense of dignity while handcuffed, humiliated and exposed in front of the all-female orchestra, you stutter; hoping to beg Villagomez for salvation.

"M-m-miss Vee, I, um, uh— mmmph!"

Before you can voice your plea, Villagomez yanks your head down by the hair and kisses you, which isn't something you thought could happen outside of a wet dream; her lips make contact, pressing wetly into yours, but she doesn't end her advances there, shoving her tongue down your throat and groping your ass— frenching you right in front of the orchestra. You flush carmine, helpless to stop a lady who's barely 5'2" from molesting you.

The myriad female band geeks bustle amongst themselves, aroused as their maestro's affections brings your erection to full mast right before them.

"Oh my God, even if he's not that well-hung— he's a real hottie!"

"Whoa! Miss Vee's going to town on him!"

"Who is he? Why is he handcuffed? Where'd he get those abs?"

"I am so jealous!"

"I need to record this."

Moving as one entity, every girl rises from her seat, breathing heavily at your torrid embrace; they try setting down their instruments, but Villagomez breaks your kiss to reprimand them, still huffing and caressing your chest, "Class is not dismissed. Stay in your seats, please."

"Awwww." They all groan, evidently dissatisfied with their inability to grab their cameras, jump you, or anything else 'fun'.

You're grateful for the save, but…