Start off slow

Ori stopped in front of her. "Might I ask a lady for her sweater?"

She dreaded giving anything of hers to him. Somehow, though, his gentlemanly flair made her more at ease. It made this feel more like a game, almost like she wasn't really being compelled to do it. Almost. It was still difficult for her to raise the sweater above her head. Had the sweater not blocked her vision, she would have seen Ori momentarily frown at the sight of her dark green sports bra, more modest than most swimsuits. That being said, it did hint at a modest amount of firm flesh underneath.

Evelyn meekly held out her sweater for Ori to take, the act of giving it up almost worse than taking it off. Ori placed it on a table while Evelyn tried to decide what to do with her hands. She settled on simply hanging them by her sides. She could do that much to appear unfazed, at least, and despite how she felt she knew that she wasn't showing much.

Ori, edged on by her soft, warm-beige skin, said, "and the pants next, I should think."

She sighed and fumbled with the button. This would be the first step that wasn't considered proper in public, or at least wasn’t before things all changed for the perverted. Her mind wandered to the room she was in, how on one hand it was a private office, but on the other hand she knew she was about to be down to just her underwear in the middle of school.

Evelyn slid her jeans down to her ankles, feeling Ori take in the sight before him. She, of course, had picked her most modest pair of boyshorts (plus they matched the bra), but underwear weren't meant to be seen like this.

Obviously, she was distracted at this point, but if she would have been more aware, she would have realized that her arousal was increasing slightly. Her nipples stiffened, though the sight was dampened by the sports bra. Though she wouldn't admit it directly, it felt nice for her body to be appreciated, and Ori was one of the most appreciative audiences out there.

Ori started rotating around her. Evelyn realized that bent over was not the most modest position for a young lady, so she rose quickly and placed her feet closely together. Though trying to ignore his stares, she could tell his attention was focused on her lower body. She was relatively proud of this part of her; her skinny thighs ending in a shapely but not excessive roundness at her hips; a normal, healthy shape.

To Ori there was nothing normal about this though. He took his time evaluating her taut thighs, her soft skin encasing shapely muscle. He circled her not once but twice, becoming ever more fixated on the things he still couldn't see. His eyes brushed over the junction of her thighs, her vulva just barely pushing the fabric outward. Her butt was a more bulbous story, giving the fabric plenty of shape as it traced its way around her curves and into the shadowed junction beneath.

"Ehh, I'd like your _bottoms _next," Ori said, accenting 'bottoms' because he knew it would be a surprise to her.

And it was. She hadn't expected to have to jump right into her most intimate area so soon. She gasped and paused a moment. Having looked at him in surprise, she could tell that he was growing impatient. "I... can't," she said with a shaky voice.

"Why not? Are you going to 'stand in the way of my education'?" he said, mocking something the nurse had said earlier.

"It's too intimate. I should get to pick who I want to see that," she said, a little more strength in her voice. 'He must know that this isn't right,' she thought.

He didn't really want to **** her into anything, despite what his arousal was pushing him into. He glanced at the clock. They had only been at it for five minutes, so there was plenty of time. "Well, if you won't show me, maybe you should tell me why you're so scared of me getting a peek at this." He gestured to her vulva, coming within centimeters of it. She flinched. "Why is that part so private to you?"

It was infantilizing to have to tell him why her vag was private, but she played along anyway; it was probably better than whatever wicked scheme he had in mind for later. "You know, Ori. This is what I have sex with. It's wrong! You shouldn't be able to just waltz in here and make me strip for your perverted fantasy!" The last part she yelled, getting angrier than she meant to.

He didn't particularly care how angry she got, just as long as the nurse didn't come back. "What else?" he asked condescendingly.

"What?" Half a question, half sarcastic.

"You pee out of it," he said flatly.

Her anger fizzled back into embarrassment. Clearly this was a game for him, and he knew just how to embarrass her. 'Oh god, can he make me pee for him? Is that technically part of female anatomy? No doubt the slimy school administrators think it is...'

He grinned at her instantaneous change in expression. They both could feel the power he had over her, almost as if it was tangible.

"The jury has considered your request, but unfortunately it has been denied," he said nonchalantly, getting back on track.

Evelyn's stomach sank. She knew this was coming, but still. Every fiber of her being told her that she shouldn't have to do this, that it simply wasn't right. She sniffled and her eyes welled up slightly, though not enough to shed a tear. She knew that Ori wouldn't really hurt her, which helped.

Trembling, she closed her eyes, put one thumb into the waistband of her panties, and started the slow trip downward. The other hand she held firmly against her vulva, effectively blocking it from his view. Once they were off, she bent at the knees to pick them up, and regretfully handed them over. With her pussy now covered with two hands, Ori instead turned his attention to the item he had access to.

Ori held out her panties, examined them, and then took a sniff. They didn’t actually smell like much – just a slight musk over detergent – but the idea was very titillating.

Evelyn muttered, "oh god." To her, this was just as much an invasion of privacy as him looking at her pussy directly. He had her scent, such an animal thing, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Ori considered scolding her, but she looked so demure scooting her panties down with one hand while the other tried its hardest to hide her nakedness. But he really did want to see what she had going on down there.