Quite the opposite.

Liana! she was staring at me with a huge grin.

Liana! She had caught me the other day when I was **** to streak through the school. She caught me nude in the locker room, mocked me, took a picture of me topless, and sent it to everyone in school (I mean, I was covering my boobs with my hands and wearing a mask, but still)! She hadn't really acted on the fact that she knew my secret yet, but that sly grin on her face said she was up to no good.

I was sweating, looking at her, waiting for her to make a move.

She moved her lips, covering the side of her face with her hand so the teacher wouldn't see. She spoke in an inaudible whisper, but I could tell what she meant.

"Move your hands."

I took a deep breath. I didn't have to be a genius to know that if I didn't play along, she could makes things ten times worse for me. She could see I was having troubles with my outfit, and on top of that she knew my secret. That I was the one who streaked the school completely nude, wearing only a tiny mask.

I slowly put my hands on the desk. The hem of the hoodie rose up to my waist again. Anyone paying enough attention would realize I was bottomless.

Liana moved her lips again, slowly, so I could understand.

"Lift it up." She motioned on her own shirt, positioning her hands to show that she wanted me to lift the hoodie to just under my boobs.

I closed my eyes. I didn't have the guts to see anyone else looking at me, I just had to hope.

And slowly... I began to lift the hoodie up.

My legs were in full view of anyone looking, which right now was no one. Then my belly button... And finally, my whole stomach was exposed, with nothing covering it or below it. I didn't want to open my eyes but I knew I had to.

I opened them slowly and let out a silent phew. No one was looking. No one but Liana.

She was staring at me with a very happy smile. She looked like she was drooling a bit.

"Show them to me" she said silently, moving only her lips. Pointing at my chest.

What? I must have misheard. She couldn't possible mean...

I looked at the front of the class. Blocked by the student in front of me, Mr. Gibbons hadn't noticed my real state of dress yet, but at this pace, he would.. I would be humiliated in front of everyone and possibly expelled.

I shook my head and silently begged Liana. "I can't."

She grabbed her cellphone and began swiping through something.

All while I was naked from the stomach down, holding my hoodie to my boobs. What was she doing?!

She opened a picture and showed me. It was a collage. On one side, it was me, as the masked streaker, wearing the cat mask, topless, holding my tits in my hands. On the other side, it was just a picture of my face from social media. Clearly, they were the same person.

She whispered, "or else..." while pointing at the picture.

Oh God! She was going to expose me for real. If everyone knew I was the masked streaker, everyone had so many videos of me in a mask, nude, masturbating, the only thing I had left was my anonymity. Why was Liana doing this to me?

I couldn't believe I had to chose between complete social suicide and risking being expelled right here, all because Liana wanted to see my tits!

I was crying again, my nipples almost poking through the hoodie. I could feel my clit coming out of its hood. I had my legs crossed but that just made it feel better. The little puddle under my pussy didn't feel so little anymore. I was beginning to feel lightheaded. Why was it getting so hot in here?

I couldn't really think... I felt so hot, so lightheaded. Liana motioned for me to raise my shirt again. I began lifting it up.

My under boobs came into view, the little I had. Soon the hoodie passed my nipples, flicking them. I let out an inaudible gasp.

"Higher," she said.

Soon, the hoodie was bundled up around my neck, held up by my hands. My entire torso was exposed. My feet, legs, thighs... My bald kitty... My stomach, tits and nipples... All of them were out in the open for anyone to see. Anyone who happened to turn around...

Mr. Gibbons was facing the board, writing something… I couldn't follow along with the material anymore. I was so lightheaded... I was still breathing heavily. If he turned around... If anyone turned around... It would be all over. How did I let it get so bad.

And then the loud sound of a camera reverberated through the classroom, as well as a bright flash.

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