Scarlet

"What-What are you doing here?"

Scarlet appeared with a cocky grin on her face and a store bag in her hand. "Didn't Ingrid tell you? I've been here all along shopping for Santy. I then came upon a dressing room with discarded clothing and decided to move them elsewhere while Bridget was teaching you more on how the French kiss."

I blushed pulling the curtain closer to my naked body, "Where did you put my clothes?!"

"Tell you what, I will send your clothes over to you after you model a few more things for us. And yes, you have to smile and pose if you really don't want to go home naked."

This was a horrifying situation. I turned to Bridget, "Bridget, come on, your not going to let her treat your boyfriend this way are you?"

"Scarlet dear, will you give Avery his clothes back?" She asked.

"No can do." Scarlet stated bluntly.

"Sorry Avery, I tried my best." Bridget shrugged.

I sighed. Either Bridget wasn't fully invested in getting my clothes back or she knew her friend wouldn't budge on this. It was probably both. I knew there was only one thing I could do at this point, tough it out. "Alright, fine. What do you want me to try on first?"

Scarlet cheerily skipped towards my dressing room and pulled something out of her bag. It was a metallic pink jockstrap with black triangular lining around the edges. Did they really sell something so gaudy in this store? "That one! Really!?" I exclaimed as Scarlet nodded.

I rolled my eyes and swiped the wretched jock from her hand. As soon as I put it on I frowned as I looked at myself in the mirror. It was just as embarrassing as I thought it would look. The curtain opened up without warning showing Scarlet standing there with her phone. "Well don't just stand there Prof. Get out here and smile for the camera. You want your clothes back don't ya?" I groaned and stomped out of the dressing room front and center of my three tormentors. There was still some customers loitering about who stopped to take notice but at least the crowd wasn't as big as it was before when I was wearing the leopard print jock.

I placed one hand on my hip and the other behind my head; my modeling experience from Sands' art class was kicking in. "There, happy?" I blushed angrily.

Scarlet whistled as she and Ingrid snapped some pictures on their phones, "Nice bod as always Teacher. I'm just going to circle around to get in some good angles."

I looked to Bridget who met my gaze pointing at her own phone. "May I?"

"Might as well. I know these two are going are going to send you copies anyway, so go ahead."

"Love you!" Bridget snapped away on her phone and I smiled despite my predicament. Making her happy over something so stupid actually gave me a small bit of pleasure. I struck some more poses I learned from the art class and kept smiling, mostly for Bridget's enjoyment. After that, I was instructed to put on another jockstrap. This one was a cobalt blue color. I went inside the dressing room to put it on and decided to take my sweet time if only to delay more embarrassment. Scarlet must have guessed my simple plot because as soon as I took off the metallic pink jock she opened the curtain, "Come along Professor Finn, we don't have all day!" I flushed red again as she exposed my nudity to the store. The girls giggled as I quickly jumped into the blue jock and scrambled out of the dressing room to assume my poses with my **** smile. Scarlet made her message perfectly clear: 'DON'T WASTE MY TIME'.

After some more photos I went in and out of the dressing room trying on every jockstrap Scarlet threw at me only to come out, take some more photos, then go back in and repeat the process all over again. This time I decided not to dilly-dally. I wanted this humiliation over as soon as possible and I knew Scarlet would tear down my dressing room curtain if I delayed the inevitable again. I tried on so many different jockstraps: a white one, a red one, a turquoise one with orange stripes, a yellow one with a picture of a banana on it, so many others with many different colors and silly patterns and pictures on them. As I was slipping out of the latest jockstrap with a checkered pattern on it, I was feeling drained wondering when this hell was going to end until the curtain opened up again. I turned to let Scarlet really have it until I noticed it was actually Bridget handing over something, "Here, this will be the last one." I took the material out of her hand and realized it was the stylish black jockstrap that she handed me earlier before I tried on the leopard print jock. "Got to save the best for last."

"Thank you Bridget." I gave her a quick kiss and she shut the curtain as I tried it on. I can see why Bridget thought I would like this one the best. Even though it was in no way less revealing than any other jockstrap, the design was simple and not so flashy which was just the way I liked it. Having a jock in such a dark color would also have a better chance in concealing my private areas. I walked out of the dressing room again, relieved that this would be my last photo op. I went through all my usual poses as the girls got their fill of pictures while I smiled at Bridget.

I let out a huge sigh slumping my shoulders as the girls finished taking pictures, "Alright, are we done here?"

"Yep, I'm satisfied." Ingrid put her phone away while Scarlet scrolled through her pictures probably wondering if she was going to send them to some one.

I placed a hand on Bridget's shoulder, "I think I'm going to buy this one. Out of all of them, this suits my tastes the best." I shot Bridget a thumbs up.

She smiled, "I had a feeling it would. It looks very dashing on you by the way."

I smiled back and blushed. I then remembered I couldn't just stand there exposed in nothing but a jockstrap forever. I turned to the impish redhead, "Alright Scarlet, you had your fun. Where are my clothes?"

She looked up from her phone, "Of course Teach, thank you so much for indulging your humble student's request. You see, I hid your clothes in the..." Before I could hear the answer, the store's fire alarm went off.