She has

"Well, young lady? What are you waiting for? Would you rather I just called the police?"

"You wouldn't..." Nathalie's mouth has gone dry. Shit! How has she gotten herself into this mess?

"Take those clothes off. Right now." Miss Wilson sees her hesitation and raises her eyebrows in exasperation. "Oh, for God's sake, girl - as long as you behave you have nothing to fear. Now get naked."

Nathalie looks desperately at the door back into the hall. But she'd never make it, and besides, Miss Wilson knows who she is. It was pointless trying to escape. She doesn't really have a choice.

Slowly, she starts stripping off her blouse.

"Good girl," says Miss Wilson. "Come on, don't be shy."

Nathalie's fingers tremble slightly as she undoes the buttons of her white blouse. Frank watches openly, grinning, whilst Miss Wilson taps her hip impatiently with the camera.

Nathalie's blouse falls open, revealing her lacy white bra. Frank's tongue slowly wets his lips. She folds her blouse and places it over the back of a chair. Frank drinks in the sight of her flat, athletic stomach.

Miss Wilson starts taking photos.

"Smile!" She says. "Look like you're enjoying it, young lady. Jiggle those boobs."

*snap* *snap* *snap*

"Great. Now the skirt, please, Miss Chapman."

Nathalie's head hangs down in shame as she unzips her skirt and lets it fall to her ankles, deftly dropping Miss Chapman's stolen g-string surreptitiously behind it out of sight. Nathalie is wearing a pair of small purple panties underneath and shuffles from foot to foot in embarrassment.

Frank smirks.

"Good, good. Nice panties, they suit you. Now look up at me, Miss Chapman, don't look at the floor. That's it. Nice."

*snap* *snap* *snap*

"Great. Now turn around. Let's see how those knickers cling to your ass.... Yes, yes, that's it. Very nice. Now the bra, please, young lady."

Frank grins.

Nathalie reaches behind her back and unclasps the bra. She lets it fall to the floor. Her beautiful breasts are full and topped with delightfully pink nipples. She makes no attempt to cover them.

"Very pleasant. Now smile, young lady. That's it. Very good. Stand with your hands on your hips. Nice, nice. These will be a very good set. Now drop the knickers, please."

Nathalie hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties and hesitates, feeling small and ****. There is an odd, sexual heat in the air, and she's all too aware of Frank's watchful leeriness. He has leaned forward slightly for a better view.

"Please," she says.

"Take them off now, young lady, or I'll come over there and do it for you."

There is no escape. Reluctantly, Nathalie peels down her small purple panties, fully exposing her athletic, slender body. Frank whistles at the sight of her shaved pussy and Miss Wilson raises an eyebrow. Nathalie stands in front of them, hugging herself tightly and blushing.

"You fucked with the wrong teacher, eh?" says Frank gruffly, eyes darting from Nathalie's pussy to her breasts and back again. "Weren't expecting to end up naked, were you?"

"Hush, Frank," says Miss Wilson absently. "Miss Chapman, hands by your sides please. Stop trying to cover yourself up. Very nice, young lady. There we go. Please turn around slowly.... there we go. Nice, nice." She reels off picture after picture. "Now, please sit in the chair. That's great, thank you. Look relaxed. That's it. Now spread your legs."

Nathalie blushes a deep red in horror. "No! Please!"

"I said spread your legs, Miss Chapman! This is an important shot."

Face bright red, Nathalie slowly parts her thighs, sitting back in the chair for balance.

"Wider. Wider, young lady. Much wider! We need to see everything. There you go, that's better. Nice. Oh yes." Miss Wilson reels off a selection of further photos of Nathalie's fully exposed pussy. "Very nice. Your blush makes it perfect."

Miss Chapman steps back, checking the photos in the viewfinder. Nathalie snaps her legs shut and hugs herself, blushing, and very aware of Frank's amused gaze.

"Yes, that'll do," says Miss Wilson. Nathalie, ashamed but relieved, bends to pick up her panties. "What? No, Miss Chapman! We're not done filming quite yet."

Miss Wilson slides a cardboard box to her across the floor. Inside, Nathalie finds a tight looking red swimsuit, a mask, and a black cloak.

She looks up in horror and catches Frank's knowing look.